Hey! So, a lot of stuff is goin' on in this chapter. So don't kill me... please. Haha.

This chapter's song: I don't want love – The Antlers

Song sung by ND: The Middle – Jimmy Eat World

I don't own Glee.


CHAPTER 4

I don't want love

"Kurt, I'm sorry if I offended you or something. I just.. broke down. And I would give anything to see you again, Kurt. It's been a week, and I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just.. need to see you. I-I think... nevermind. Just please call me back. Okay? Please.. I really want to see you.."

Kurt sat in the floor of his closet, unsure of what to do. He was crouched up, hugging his knees to his chest. He didn't want love. He didn't need it. He remembered what Mercedes had said as few nights before.. but he couldn't bring himself to see Blaine. Maybe if he just... left Blaine alone, ignored his persuading phonecalls, maybe Blaine would disappear. Kurt smacked his head on the back of the wall and shut his eyes tight as he played the voicemail Blaine had left yesterday for the fifth time. "I would give anything to see you,"

"I can't see him. It'll ruin everything." Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose again, one of the things he did when he was stressed over something.

"Kurt?" A worried Finn walked into Kurt's closet awkwardly.

"What, Finn?" Kurt sighed and blinked his eyes open, still looking at the ceiling.

"Some Warbler guys are here to talk to you..." Finn spoke.

"Uh," Kurt started. But two boys with navy blue blazers walked right past Finn and into the closet.

"Dude, you need to fix Blaine." The blonde one simply said as he put his hands on his hips.

"What?" Kurt said.

The two boys sat down across from Kurt and stretched their legs out in front of them (because Kurt's closet was simply big enough for that.) and began speaking again.

"Blaine Anderson. He's been a wreck since... whatever happened. He won't tell us anything. He's missed three practices this week, and he won't sing anything but depressing songs when he actually shows up." The other spoke.

"Oh, I'm Jeff, by the way. And this is Wes." The blonde, Jeff, spoke.

"I'm Kurt.." He said, trying to be polite. And simply because he didn't know what else to say.

"So, what happened?" The two boys leaned forward, waiting for Kurt's response.

Kurt stared at them, not knowing what to say.

"He saved me from hypothermia a week ago, and then came over to my house the next day... sang a song for me, started crying, and then we.. hugged."

"And that's it?" Jeff asked.

"Er..." Kurt dropped his gaze down to his feet.

"What else happened, Kurt?" Wes reached forward and put a hand on his knee.

"I told him to leave." Kurt muttered.

"What? Why?" They both exclaimed.

"I just.. I don't want to.. and he's probably not even.. gay, so i'm just being an idiot." Kurt muttered, mostly to himself.

Both of the boys started laughing.

"What?" Kurt growled.

"Oh, Kurt, believe me, Blaine is very much gay." Wes chuckled a bit.

"He is?" Kurt said. It didn't change anything, though. He still didn't want love. Not a bit of it.

"And we're assuming you are too. But anyw-" Wes started, but was interrupted by Jeff.

"Wes, Blaine sang him a song. He never sings anybody songs unless he really cares for them. Remember the Gap incident?" Jeff whispered to Wes.

"Gap incident?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, nothing. What song did he sing to you?" Jeff asked.

"Uh, a song by Mumford and Sons. It was called After the Storm, I think." Kurt wondered why they were asking.

"MUMFORD AND SONS? Oh, man. He's got it bad for you, Kurt. Bad. He never sings anything out of the top forty unless he really wants to get a point across."

"What point?" Kurt asked.

'What point would he want to get across? This is ridiculous. I don't want this.' Kurt thought to himself.

"Blaine is in love with you." Jeff simply stated as Wes said "Duh!"

"Whatever. I don't need this." Kurt buried his face back into his lap.

"Well, just think about it, Dude. Here's the directions to Blaine's dorm at Dalton... he stays cooped up in there lately. So if you change your mind..." Wes tried to hand him a folded up piece of paper, but Kurt wouldn't take it. He shrugged and sat it beside Kurt.

The two boys left without a word.


"Alright, everybody! This weeks topic: emotions." Mr. Shue stood in front of the classroom to give his mini-speech on the weekly topic, just as he did every week.

Kurt was sitting in the back of the classroom on the guys side, which was a bit unusual for him. He usually sat wedged in between Mercedes and Rachel. His seating choice was getting a few.. well, a lot of perplexed looks. Kurt never sat on the guys side, and he was usually the second to ask questions about the weekly topic, right after Rachel, of course.

"Mr. Shue, Us girls have put together a song. And we would like to sing it." Rachel spoke quickly.

Mr. Shue stepped back and motioned for them to come forward. Kurt swore this happened every week.

"Kurt, this is for you." Mercedes smiled.

Hey, don't write yourself off yet
It's only in your head you feel left out or looked down on.
Just try your best, try everything you can.
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.

Kurt recognized the song right away. It was one of the only Jimmy Eat World song he had on his Ipod, it had been played on roadtrips when he was younger. Mercedes started it off in her own way, slowly and loud, as Brad played the piano softly in the background.

It just takes some time, little boy you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright.

Rachel sang the next part, a little faster than the first. Then all of the Girls joined in.

Hey, you know they're all the same.
You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in.
Live right now.
Yeah, just be yourself.
It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.

It just takes some time, little boy you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).
It just takes some time, little boy you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).

All of the girls were surrounded around Kurt in the ending, Rachel on his lap and Mercedes ruffling his hair. He smiled a little and said "Thank You." before they went back to their seats. They were getting a few baffled looks from the guys.

"That was very nice, girls. Kurt, are you alright?" Mr. Shue looked up to Kurt with a worried look.

"Yes, I'm fine." Kurt breathed.

"Boy, you are not fine." Mercedes twisted around to face Kurt with her hands on her hips. "You made that warbler boy cry, and I can tell you're regretting it."

Kurt couldn't believe Mercedes was blowing up on him right in front of the rest of the club.

"Wait, is that why those dudes talked to you in your closet yesterday?" Finn asked.

"In Kurt's closet?" Puck started laughing out loud.

"Noah, Shut up." Rachel snapped.

"Yeah, Kurt might have found himself an amazing boyfriend, and he told him to go away. Can you guys believe that?" Mercedes said.

"Wait, I thought Blaine was a bird." Brittany spoke softly.

Everyone looked over to Brittany with quizzical looks, but soon averted their attention back to Kurt.

"Well, Kurt," Mr. Shue started. "It looks like you've got yourself in a pickle."

Everyone looked at Mr. Shue disapprovingly. He ignored the looks.

"Dude, you need to go hunt down that guy and make it right." Puck said.

Why was everyone telling him the same thing?


After some phonecalls and bribing, Kurt was on his way to Blaine's house. Mercedes had apparently told Wes and Jeff Kurt's address, and set the whole thing up. She had also snatched Blaine's house address. Blaine was at his house for the weekend, according to Wes and Jeff. Mercedes had to threaten to come and cut all of Kurt's clothes a few times before Kurt agreed to go.

Kurt stopped in front of the house, which was supposedly Blaine's, and gaped for a good five minutes.

It was a mansion.

Kurt just assumed Blaine lived with his Grandmother on weekends..

Kurt climbed out of his car nervously and walked up to the large door. He rang the doorbell and shifted from foot to foot as he waited nervously.

"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel. Is Blaine here?" Kurt asked when a younger lady answered the door.

"Yes, he is upstairs in his room. Second door to the left." She smiled and opened the door further, letting Kurt in.

Kurt climbed the staircase, amazed at the house. The whole wall had marvelous paintings set of in golden frames of what seemed to be Blaine's family throughout the years. Blaine seemed to be the only child. Kurt grinned at how cute Blaine looked as a child – extremely messy hair and a gap or two in between his teeth. Blaine's father looked very stern, and his mother seemed to look a little unsure of something in all of the pictures. Kurt also noticed that Blaine looked almost exactly like his father, besides the deep black eyes his father had. His mother seemed to have light, pale green eyes.

Kurt turned and found Blaine's door. It was closed and the hallway was silent. Kurt walked up to the door and knocked.

No answer.

He twisted the knob and opened the door slowly, feeling like he was intruding or something.

"Blaine?" He spoke.

Kurt stepped in to see a lump in the middle of a huge bed, which was obviously Blaine. He was twisted up in at least five blankets, his phone laying on the pillow next to him. Blaine seemed to be sleeping. Kurt looked around his room in awe. It was huge! A desk with a laptop and papers scattered around sat in the far right corner, a piano and guitar in the left. Clothes were strewn about on the floor. Kurt grabbed the chair from the desk and dragged it over to Blaine's bedside, unsure of what to do.

"Blaine?" He whispered and nudged him a little.

Blaine didn't move.

Kurt wanted so much to lay by him, but he didn't. He sat and waited a few more minutes.

He was peering over at the papers on Blaine's desk, wondering what they were about, when he felt a hand grasp his own.

"Kurt?"

Kurt's head snapped around to see a groggy Blaine rubbing his eyes with one hand, and still grasping Kurt's with the other.

"Hey, Blaine." Kurt smiled slightly.

"I-I thought you wouldn't come.." Blaine spoke softly and sat up.

"It seemed like you were in distress." Kurt said as he reached forward and messed with Blaine's curls.

"Yeah.. Kurt, I'm sorry. I just-"

"No, it's alright. It was me." Kurt sighed and dropped his hands to his sides.

"I've been hurt so many times before, I'm afraid to love again. At least, that's what Mercedes said." Kurt shrugged.

"So wait, you feel the same way?" Blaine asked.

"Blaine, I'm so confused," Kurt began. "We just met a week ago, I know hardly anything about you, and you can say the same about me.. but yes, you just make me go crazy, Blaine. I can't... figure it out." Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes.

"I feel exactly the same way." Blaine spoke softly.

They sat in silence for a few moments until Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and tugged him out of the chair as he stood up. "C'mon, I'm thirsty. I'll show you around."

Kurt grasped Blaine's hand and looked down at them as he smiled. Blaine tugged him along down the short hallway-

"What the hell?" Kurt heard a booming voice.

"Dad, I-I just," Blaine let go of Kurt's hand abruptly.

"I walk out of my room and see you holding some boys hand?" He sneered.

Kurt backed away from Blaine's father, who was getting uncomfortably close to the two. Blaine grasped Kurt's hand again and squeezed it.

"Yes, Dad. I'm holding a boys hand." Blaine sneered again.

"Get out of my house." Blaine's father spoke as he crossed his arms.

"What? You can't kic-"

"Yes I can. Get your stuff, and get OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." On the last word, Kurt watched Blaine's father lash forward and grab Blaine by the collar of his shirt, slightly lifting him up. Blaine let go of Kurt's hand once more and was thrown down the stairs, his head smacking the wall a few times. Kurt reached up in rage and punched the man in the face with all of his might, and watched as he toppled back.

"NEVER treat your son like that, Mr. Anderson." Kurt screamed and sprinted down the stairs.

Blaine was laying there with blood creeping out from somewhere on his face.

"GET OUT NOW, BOTH OF YOU." Blaine's father screamed and started running down the stairs.

Kurt grabbed Blaine-who seemed to be getting up already-and pulled him out the door to his car. Blaine seemed to be half awake. He was in the drivers seat in no time, holding on to Blaine's hand with one of his, and the steering wheel with his other.

"Blaine?" He asked.

No response.

Kurt could see some blood staining the seat Blaine was in, and he knew this meant a hospital visit. He barely noticed the tears streaming down his face as he let go of Blaine's hand for a moment and called his father.

"Dad?" He said quickly.

"Kurt, what's wrong?"

"I-I was at Blaine's house.. his father pushed him down the stairs, Dad. He's bleeding bad." Kurt cried.

"Take him to the hospital, Kurt. I'll be there as soon as I can." Burt spoke quickly.

Kurt hung up and glanced back over to Blaine. He looked like he was sleeping.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

No answer. No nothing.

Kurt pulled into the hospital emergency room entrance and motioned for a random nurse to come and help him. She saw Blaine in the passenger seat and ran over to open the door. Kurt met her at the other side.

"What happened?" She asked.

"H-His Dad.. he pushed him down a flight of stairs." Kurt said in between tears.

"Okay, go grab that wheelchair for me, quick." She pointed to a wheelchair over by the doors.

"We'll get him in there and have the doctors check him out." She said

Kurt sprinted over and grabbed the wheelchair quickly, and brought it over to the nurse. They lifted Blaine out of the car and put him in it.

"You might want to move your car, I'll take him in, okay?" She said.

Kurt nodded.


Kurt sat outside of Blaine's room with his face buried in his hands, Carole rubbing circles on his back trying to calm him down. He was still sobbing.

"Kurt, he's going to be alright. It's just a scar on his head, no brain damage." She reassured him.

Kurt couldn't even stand to go into Blaine's room, but he knew Blaine needed him.

"I need to go see him.." He stood slowly and walked over to the door.

"Okay, your father and I will be right out here, after he's done speaking with the doctor." Carole smiled faintly.

Kurt walked into the room and looked at Blaine for a long moment.. A spot under Blaine's eye was turning a purple color and a bandage was wrapped around the top of his head. Two IV's were stuck up under his skin. He should have been the one pushed down the stairs, not Blaine.

"Blaine, please wake up." Kurt spoke as he lay next to Blaine on the bed. "Please, I need you."


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