So, here's chapter 2! I got SO many reviews and alerts and stuff this morning, I had to do a double take! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I do get into the habit of speeding stories up and leaving out stuff, blah blah, so I'm trying to take this one really slow. Hopefully it'll turn out awesome. There's a lot of dialogue in this chapter. I hate dialogue. It makes me mad. So sorry for mistakes. :| This chapter is way smaller than the first, but I'm going to start on chapter three right after I upload this one. And chapter three will be longer. Promise.

And also, I have a roleplay site I created a few weeks back, it's on pro boards. So if you're looking for a good RPG site, feel free to PM me with questions. It's called Vocal Exhilaration. All canons are open but Kurt(:

Chapter song: How To Be Dead – Snow Patrol. Listen to it(:

I don't own Glee.


CHAPTER 2

How To Be Dead

Kurt was grounded that weekend. Burt and Carole canceled their dinner date because of the icy roads, and Burt was watching out the door for Kurt. He wasn't too happy when he saw a silver camaro he knew Mercedes didn't own, and then a random boy walk out and start hugging his crying son. Of course, Burt wanted to walk out and scream at Kurt.. but Carole held him back.

"Honey, he's probably just had a rough day. Just hold back until the morning." She said faintly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Burt grunted and left the door after the mysterious boy left. He would talk to Kurt in the morning.


Kurt awoke that morning with a smile on his face and a text from Blaine.

Courage.

That's all it said. Courage. At first, Kurt kind of forgot who Blaine was. But then he recalled what had went on that afternoon. A small smile crept along his face and stayed there for awhile... until he headed to the kitchen for some breakfast.

"So, who was that boy last night?"

Kurt turned around quickly to see his Dad sitting at the small kitchen table with a cup of coffee.

"Uh... A friend of mine..." Kurt said slowly.

"Well, since you pretty much lied, you're grounded this weekend. I don't mind you hanging out with new friends, Kurt. But I would like to meet them,"

Kurt raised his eyebrows and wondered where this was going. Since when did he want to meet Kurt's friends?

"And I'd like to know why you were crying out there." Burt added softly.

"Uh, just a rough day at school, Dad. Blaine just thought I needed some cheering up. That's all." He said quickly, wanting to end the conversation.

"Alright, Kurt. But you know if anyone ever tries anything on you, I'm here. Got it?"

"Yeah, Dad. Thanks." Kurt smiled faintly and reached around to grab an apple off of the counter before heading back down to his room. He wondered if his Dad would pester him about meeting Blaine any more. Probably.

"Great. I'm grounded." He muttered to himself as his phone rang on his bed. Numerous times.

One message from Mercedes, one from Rachel, one from Santana.. and even one very... odd one from Brittany that read "Kurt, I didn't know you went out with a bird!"

Bird?

Kurt dialed Mercedes number, knowing that they were probably all hanging out together gossiping about him.

"Oh, you did NOT hang out with some steamy hot Warbler last night and didn't tell me! Hell to the no, Kurt!" Mercedes yelled into the phone.

"Mercedes, If you.. wait, Warbler?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt, I did my research. Quinn got a picture of that boy and I knew I saw him somewhere. I have my ways. But wait – you didn't know him?"

He was a Warbler? How had he not noticed him at sectionals?

"Uh, no. I was... well, he found me out in the cold and offered me some coffee. And then he took me to his Grandma's house." Kurt realized how weird that sounded after he said it.

"What? Kurt, when in.. forever would you let some stranger just take you random places?"

"I-I don't know, Mercedes. I just felt comfortable with him, I guess." Kurt explained.

"Ooh, Kurt's in lo-"

"Mercedes," Kurt snapped. "I am not. And like that would ever happen to me. It just won't. He was just some nice stranger, okay?"

"Alright, but you've got some explaining to do on Monday? Got it?"

And boy, did Kurt have to explain.


After Glee club on Monday, Kurt was unusually cheery. He hadn't been slushied, trash-canned... or anything. He didn't even see Karofsky that day. He was thinking about this as he exited the school. There had been no parking spaces up at the front of the school that morning, where Kurt usually parked, so he had to park around back by the field house. Kurt glanced out the windows on the back doors and saw four bulky football players. Karofsky was standing by his car along with Azimio and three other football players he didn't recognize. Kurt was going to win this one, he already had a plan formed for the next time something like this happened. He dialed Blaine's number. He knew Blaine was right across the street, and he could call the cops or come to find him if it became too out of hand. Kurt knew if he didn't do what Karofsky told him, he would be off a lot worse. In truth, he wanted Karofsky to do something.

"Hello? Kurt?" Blaine asked hurriedly after he picked up on the second ring.

"Blaine? Okay, I've got to make this quick. I know you're working, but that guy – Karofsky? He's standing by my car. I have a feeling he's going to pull something bad on me-"

"Can I beat the crap out of him?" Blaine sneered a bit.

"No, Blaine, I need you to stay on the phone with me, got it? And record this phonecall. I need evidence to get these neanderthals expelled."

Kurt grinned to himself. This was going to be a piece of cake.

"Okay, hang on. I'll record it." Blaine said, it sounded like he was fumbling with his phone.

"Alright, don't say a word. They'll run off." Kurt whispered and tucked his phone away in his pocket.

"Karofsky, get the hell away from my car." Kurt yelled as he walked out into the snow.

"No, come over here, Lady Boy." Karofsky grinned.

"What do you want?" Kurt crossed his arms and stopped a few feet in front of Karofsky.

"Grab 'em, guys." Karofsky revealed some duct tape from behind his back and grinned.

Kurt cursed at himself for parking behind the field house, where barely anyone could see him. But he was going to end this.

Three of them lifted Kurt up and carried him into the field house. It was mostly empty, considering the leak after a snow storm a few weeks back that caused them to remove most of the supplies. They sat him down.. well, threw him down to the ground and twisted his hands behind his back. Karofsky taped his feet and arms together, along with his mouth.

"Think twice before you kiss me, fag!"

WHAT?

Kurt screamed some very foul words to the boys as best as he could, since he had duct tape on his mouth. Azimio suddenly ran back to Kurt with a huge bucket of slush and poured it over him. Ugh, he was already freezing.

Kurt sat still for awhile, waiting for the laughter to fade.

"Kurt?" Blaine seemed to be yelling from the phone.

"Field house!" Kurt attempted to scream.

"I'm coming to find you, okay Kurt? I'll find you." Blaine sounded like he had been running. Kurt closed his eyes and tried not to focus on how cold he was while he waited for Blaine.

"Kurt?" He heard yelling a little far off.

Kurt screamed the best he could a few times, but became lightheaded. The cold was getting to him. He became angry with himself for insisting on only wearing a thick blue knit sweater and white pants that day.

'What idiot doesn't wear a coat in the winter?' He thought to himself.

"Kurt!" He heard Blaine yell once more. He seemed to be just outside of the small building.

Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. He felt numb all over.

"Kurt! Oh god. I got it all recorded... What exactly did they do? Wait, you've got tape on your mouth."

"Off, rip it off." Kurt tried to say.

"Off? You want me to rip it off?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded. He knew it would hurt. He just wanted if off so he could freaking speak.

Blaine peeled some of the tape off slowly and Kurt winced. It hurt.

Kurt tasted blood after it was all off.

"Kurt, gosh, you need to warm up. Why are you always a cold mess when I see you?" Blaine seemed to find some sharp object and cut Kurt free of the rest of the tape.

"I think I can life you up.. can you stand?" Blaine asked.

Kurt grunted a little and stood up. Who knew ice cold water in winter could make you so weak?

"C'mon, let's take you home. Then well turn those assholes in." Blaine growled.

Kurt grinned a little and leaned into Blaine's arms, which were guiding him to his car.


"Mr. Hummel, I've got the whole conversation on my phone. I'll send it to you if you'd like, so you can get the four of them expelled."

Kurt was sitting on the couch basically leaning on Blaine while slurping up a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup.. well, without the noodles. It was true, he did feel comfortable with Blaine. And the boy had basically saved him from being killed.. and maybe Kurt did feel something for him. But he brushed it off. Blaine probably wasn't gay. He was probably just being really friendly. And Kurt wouldn't get that lucky anyways.

Kurt was convinced he would never find love.

"Well, Blaine, thank you so much for saving Kurt and helping us out. I seriously can't thank you enough." Burt stood as Blaine awkwardly detached himself from Kurt, and stood also.

Kurt frowned. He didn't want Blaine to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay Kurt? If you don't go to school, just text me. I'll drop by."

"Bye Blaine." Kurt said the best he could. His throat was hurting pretty bad.

Kurt fell asleep a few minutes after Blaine left. Burt wondered why Kurt was smiling so much in his sleep, but figured it out when Kurt murmered "Blaine" a few times. Carole walked in and put a blanked over Kurt.

"I think he's finally found himself someone, Burt. Even if he didn't know it yet." Carole said and wrapped her arms around her Husband.

"Yeah. That Blaine.. He's a pretty nice kid." Burt actually grinned a little.


So, Blaine saved Kurt! :D More in the next chapter!