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And AAH! Original Song! I get to wait until tomorrow morning to watch it because I live in merrie old England but still, in twelve hours I'll have seen it...

I don't own Glee, by the way...

Blaine jogged over to the door, opening it to reveal Summer, who was anxiously running a hand through her hair.

'Summer, hi! Is everything okay?'

'Um – well. I'm not sure. Can I come in? I'm not imposing or anything, am I?'

'No, of course not.' He stepped aside to let her in.

'I just needed to talk to somebody, and I remembered how easy you were to talk to...'

'What's wrong? Have a seat.' He sat next to her.

'It's Dave. And Chandler. Well – Dave has been acting so cold and so distant lately. He says he's been having to work late which is why he's so tired and snippy, but I have a friend at his work and she tells me the office closes at five every day, which is just making me think he has another woman on the side or something... Am I crazy?' Blaine shook his head (irrelevant a/n: legit just typed Darren's name then. Too much time on tumblr.), pulling Summer into a hug.

'No. He is.'

'And then there's Chandler, who was fine until he told me about Caissie. Now he's just constantly stressed, he got a part-time job so he could try and support the baby some but it's just making him tired and he's earning peanuts anyway.' She buried her face in his chest. 'Everything seems to have gone so wrong in such a short space of time.' He stroked her hair.

'I think you should talk to Dave. If he's making you feel this anxious then he needs to at least be told flat out.'

'You're right.' She wiped a tear from her cheek.

'And the kids... Well. I didn't know if Caissie was planning on raising the baby. That's something I guess we all need to sit down and talk about. All I can say is be there for him, help him. He seems like a good kid.'

'He is.' She smiled. 'Thanks, Blaine.'

'Don't mention it.'

Xx

'Mr. Hummel?' A lanky intern poked his head round the door of Kurt's office. 'Someone here to see you.'

'Okay.' Kurt glanced up from his sketches. 'Cool. Send them in.' He put his pencil down and moved a few papers around, looking up just in time to see Dave walk in. 'Oh, no.' Since storming out on Blaine the evening before, he'd had little to no patience left with anyone, namely the cause of his worries. 'No. Get out.'

'Kurt-'

'How do you know where I work?'

'You mentioned it at dinner that time.'

'Karofsky, please, I don't want to do this.'

'I just want to talk.' The words rang in Kurt's ears.

'No. We all remember what happened the last time you said that to me. Please go before I call security.'

'I need you.'

'Stop it.'

'Kurt! I've been living a lie for the past twenty years.' He sank into the chair in front of Kurt's desk, putting his head in his hands. 'Lying to Summer, to Chandler and myself. Convincing myself I've been happy. You know I've been fucking my co-worker for the past four months as a release? That's the only time I'm true to myself. Because he is out of the closet. And it just makes me feel like I might have the... the courage to come out or to at least leave Summer but then I leave and I'm just week all over again. And these past few months have made me realise... I need you, Kurt. Please. You're the only one that can give me courage and just help me be true to myself.' He looked Kurt in the eye for the first time. 'I love you, Kurt.' Kurt stared, wide-eyed at him, his lip trembling.

'W-what...'

'Leave him and be with me.'

'Leave him...'

'Leave Blaine.' The mention of his husband's name woke Kurt up.

'How... how dare you?' He said quietly. 'You – you can't just come into my workplace and tell me to – I-I'm happily married and you-you're telling me to leave him and be with you? The man... the man who raped me after graduation?' His cheeks flushed. 'Dave, I thought I was finished with you after high school. I thought you would never make me feel so scared again. I can't believe you would... I'm trying to feel sympathy for you, but I can't. I'd like to say I'm sorry that I have had a happy life with a man who loves me and you've been living a lie, with a wife. But I can't. You've brought all of this upon yourself.' He let out a shaky breath. 'Now please, go... Go back to your home, and back to your wife, and back to your child.' He picked up a pencil and started to sketch something random and shapeless on the page, not concentrating, just waiting. After a minute of silence, Dave left, his footsteps echoing in Kurt's ears long after he had gone.

Kurt waited ten minutes before grabbing his coat and heading out the door, telling his PA he had a family emergency. He waved down a taxi outside the building.

'Where to?'

'The closest police station.'

Xx

'Cais?' Blaine called. 'Could I talk to you?' He heard her slow footsteps coming down the stairs and met her with a concerned look as she appeared in the doorway.

'What's up?'

'Sit down.' He looked at her more closely. 'Are you sleeping okay?'

'Not really. Is that what you wanted to talk about?'

'No. We need to discuss what is going to happen, when the baby comes.' Her eyes welled up and she blinked away the tears quickly.

'I don't know.' She admitted. 'It's all I've been thinking about but honestly I just don't know. Chandler said he would support me whatever I want to do and he's started to earn a little money so that if I do decide to keep the baby we'd have something but – but I'm sixteen! I can't raise a child – and I can't expect you guys to help me out, but I thought about... terminating it, but I can't, I just can't, and it's a person's life in my hands, I'm not worthy to decide what to do with it!' She fiercely wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks. Blaine took her hand.

'Have you thought about adoption?'

'Yeah, I have. I don't know anything about it.'

'That's okay.'

'I need to talk to Chandler.'

'Of course.'

'What do you think?'

'I think – I'll stand by you whatever you decide is best for you.'

'I'm so, so sorry, dad.'

'Shh.' He stood up and walked round to hug her. As he did, he heard the front door slam and Kurt walk in, looking distressed. He quickly kissed her forehead. 'Get some sleep, sweetie.'

'Thanks dad.' She got up and walked out, stopping to give Kurt a hug.

'Is everything okay?' was the question Blaine greeted his husband with.

'Quite possibly. But also I may have just made a huge mistake.'

'What do you mean?'

'I just turned Karofsky in to the police.'

'Oh. Uh, okay. Sit down. What happened?'

'He came to my office. And he professed his love for me. He started monologuing about how crappy his life is and how he's having an affair.'

'An affair?'

'With a guy.'

'Yikes.'

'And I got really scared. I thought he might do something. But I told him to leave, and he did. But he was still there. I could feel him. So I went to the police. And I told them everything.'

'What did they say?'

'The time that has passed since the crime could affect the penalty. But combined with the frequent contact of late, if he is proved guilty it could be anything from a fine, to 3 years.'

'How do you feel?'

'Blaine, did I do the right thing?'

'You know I'll stand by you whatever-'

'No! I don't want that answer. Yes or no.'

'Yes. For what he did and for the fact that he's deliberately contacting you with intent to make you squirm or to seduce you, I wish he could stay in prison forever.'

'Then why do I feel so terrible?' Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. Blaine instinctively wrapped his arms around Kurt, rubbing small circles on the nape of his neck.

'This was a huge thing. There's gonna be emotional crap.' He kissed the top of Kurt's head, before glancing at the wall clock and freezing. 'Shit. Kurt, I have to go to work. I want to talk to you, I do – but I can't be late. When I get home later we'll talk about this. Right?'

'I think I'll just go to bed.'

'Right. I love you.'

'Love you too.' Blaine kissed Kurt quickly, before grabbing his keys off the worktop and heading out. A few seconds after the door slammed, Kurt leaned forward, resting his head on his arms, and finally allowed the tears to come.

Xx

IT'S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GETTIN' DOWN ON FRIDAY

PARTYING PARTYING FUN FUN FUN FUN

WHICH SEAT SHOULD I TAAAKE?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't realise how much I was recycling the idea of Blaine as a psychiatrist. He does get some unloading time later on, hopefully...

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