DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or Ryan Murphy. I am just an out-of-college daydreamer who sometimes gets into these writing funks and ends up tossing out a story after letting the idea sit in my brain for a few days! I also don't own iPod or Angry Birds or anything associated with them!

Sometimes You Need More Than Courage

By: xSlythStratasfaction (formerly known as LadyStrata821)

Pairing: Kurt x Blaine (friendship only)

WARNING: There's some language in here that may be offensive!

A/N: HOLY HELL PEOPLE! THE PROM EPISODE, OMG! I have so much to do now to incorporate stuff from that into this… (and for those of you who haven't watched the prom episode yet, I don't have any spoilers in here yet, but I will have some in the next chapter, so just a fair warning). I had a huge idea in my head for why Blaine leaves his old school, but now that idea has merged with something else and I think it's gonna need a whole new story… so uh, yeah. We'll see!

Blaine waited.

He waited and waited and waited… but Kurt still hadn't left the confines of the bathroom. The boy had been in there for over twenty minutes and Blaine couldn't hear anything but muffled sniffles coming from the other room. Sighing, the older teen leaned up against the wall next to the bathroom door.

"Kurt? Can we talk about this? I didn't mean to offend you; it just slipped out before I could catch what I said. I never meant it to be something to hurt you, I swear."

He waited some more for his friend to respond, but got nothing. The sniffling had stopped, but the sound of a nose being blown replaced the sniffles. Blaine wondered to himself if that meant Kurt was going to come out soon.

The dark haired teen knocked on the bathroom door lightly, waiting for a response. He heard nothing once again.

"I'm sorry, Kurt."

Still nothing. It seemed as if Kurt Hummel was going to play the drama queen card at the moment. In all honesty, Blaine felt terrible about what he said. He didn't really know of the story behind the failed Kurt/Finn romance of last year, but he knew that the entire Kurt/Rachel friendship had some ups and downs over it. Then again, the Kurt/Rachel friendship almost blew up when Blaine had tried his hand at dating the girl… but that was another story for another day.

Giving up, Blaine left his post at the bathroom door and headed for his blow-up air mattress. He laid down, facing the bathroom, and watched the door patiently.

Kurt had to come out of there sometime.

Stupid Blaine…

No, that's too harsh. He's not stupid. He just made a mistake, that's all.

No, he's an idiot. How dare he say that about you and Finn! He doesn't even know the whole story behind it all.

He didn't mean it. He said he was sorry.

Yeah, he apologized because he stuck his foot in his mouth. Idiot.

Stop being a drama queen and get your ass back out there. This is an emotional time for him and you've gotta be there for him. He's always been there for you.

Not always…

He has when it's counted, you fool. Now buck up and apologize for running away from him.

I don't think I can. I feel foolish.

Courage, Kurt… courage.

Who in their right mind argues with themselves? Well, Kurt Hummel was at that very moment as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. His eyes were puffy and red and his cheeks had angry red stains on them from where the tears had left tracks. He looked like a mess… and for what? Over something as trivial as Blaine bringing up the Finn romance debacle.

Kurt really couldn't believe himself when he flipped out and rushed out of the room. Sure, part of him felt like Blaine had taken a low blow at him by bringing up his past with Finn, but then again, Blaine didn't even know of the entire situation. The boy had just been trying to use Kurt's past infatuation as an example; he wasn't trying to cause any harm.

And that's what left Kurt stuck in the bathroom: he was trying to figure out how to go out and apologize to the boy who he had ran out on. The poor guy had basically put his heart and soul on the line all evening to entertain Kurt and instead of being a good friend and a good listener, Kurt landblasted the guy and locked himself up in his bathroom.

Oh Lord, I'm such a freaking drama queen…

This new side of Blaine, this more open, more trusting side had caused Kurt's heart to go pity pat much more so than it had in the past. The younger teen could actually feel the two of them growing closer and closer with each and every secret that Blaine shared with him; and of course, as usual, Kurt had to ruin the moment by becoming overdramatic and judgmental.

Curse you and you prima donna tendencies! His mind mentally scolded. Go out there and apologize before it's too late!

A knot tightened up in his throat when he heard the air mattress creak outside in Blaine's bedroom. That meant that the older boy had finally given up waiting for Kurt to unlock himself from the bathroom. That meant that Blaine was done.

That meant it was too late.

Kurt grabbed up a couple more tissues before he took a seat on the toilet. The lid had one of those fuzzy covers on it and it felt slid a bit when Kurt plopped down on it; he scooted himself backwards against the cool porcelain back and pulled his knees up to his chest.

What have I done? Blaine probably hates me. I hate being such an ice queen sometimes.

It was true. Kurt Hummel was an ice cold bitch sometimes, but only when he felt like he needed to go into defense mode. He had spent a lot of his life dealing with crap and had perfected the art of using the 'ice-queen-don't-mess-with-me-bitch' face as well as throwing up his guard whenever he felt immediately threatened. Blaine had been one of the only people that he hardly used this other side of on. Truth be told, the only times he had unleashed angry lewd Kurt was during the Jeremiah-Gap catastrophe or that time when Blaine thought he was bi. Other than that, Kurt thought he did a pretty good job around Blaine… but that was probably because he was madly in love with the boy and felt like laying it all on the line. Plus, he didn't want to push Blaine away.

Or at least he didn't want to… but he was doing it now.

Rolling his eyes, the tall boy huffed and threw himself off of the toilet seat. He took one last glance at his face as he passed by the mirror and fixed a few stray cowlicks that stood straight up on his head.

It's now or never, Kurt. Go apologize.

Pushing his inner bitch out of the way, Kurt unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, stepping out into the warm bedroom.

The sight that was before him made his heart skip a couple of beats: Blaine was sleeping curled up on the air mattress, his mouth slight open as he quietly breathed, and his hand was fisted around a blanket. He looked absolutely adorable.

Adorable enough to kiss…

Kurt blushed when he realized that he was spending way too much time staring at Blaine's sleepy face and the way his lips were parted open ever so slightly. Heart racing, he leaned down over the sleeping boy and softly pried the blanket out of his fists. He laid the quilt over the shorter boy's body and then tucked it around him before he took a couple of Blaine's loose curls into his fingers.

He is perfect. Gorgeous. I love him…

He was sure he loved him, absolutely sure. They had only known each other for a few months, but within that short span, they became the best of friends. They had been through some pretty intense stuff in their lifetimes and they had been through some pretty ridiculous stuff together as well (ahem, Jeremiah and Rachel), but in the end, they reminded close. There was nothing more in this world that Kurt desired other than Blaine. He wanted to be with Blaine, to hold Blaine, to comfort Blaine, to kiss Blaine…

To love Blaine.

With a sad smile, Kurt leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to the top of Blaine's hairline, feeling his warm skin and soft curls underneath his lips.

He is perfect. He is brave. He is courageous.

"I love you, Blaine." It came out as a soft whisper and as soon as it escaped his lips, Kurt felt his eyes widen and fall down to the sleeping boy's face. He panicked when he saw Blaine's eyes twitch slightly. Was he going to get up? Was he just faking being asleep? Oh my God, what have I done?

Kurt watched the tenor curl into himself some more before he let out a soft snore. All the tension that had built up in Kurt's chest came out in a heavy sigh once he realized that his crush was still sleeping and didn't hear his quiet confession.

Thank God…

With one last passing gaze at the resting teen, Kurt stood up and made his way across the room. He glanced up at the wall clock and noticed that it was just a little bit before 5 AM. Groaning inwardly, the blue eyed boy climbed into Blaine's bed and mentally battled himself over whether or not to go to sleep. Naturally, he was a little bit tired, but he was also very hyped up from the coffee he had consumed and from the seriousness of the talk he had just had with Blaine (the boy freaking shared his life story with Kurt and that was a HUGE step); so, he really wasn't that tired.

Sighing in annoyance, the boy reached over to Blaine's desk and grabbed his messenger bag, pulling out his iPod touch and turning it on.

If he was going to stay up for the next few hours, he was going to need something to keep himself occupied. So, with a grin, he scrolled through the screen, brightening up when he landed on something that was guaranteed to keep him awake: Angry Birds!

"No please, not Cameron! Leave him alone!"

Kurt jerked awake, his eyes taking in the slight darkness of the room; it was very early morning and cloudy out, so the sky was still a soft hue of dark blue. He looked down at his lap and noticed his iPod sitting there, screen blackened and in sleep mode. He was leaning up against the wall, head lulled to the side; he must've fallen asleep sometime within the last few hours while he was playing Angry Birds.

Damn, that game usually keeps me awake!

"St-stop! Please! Don't hurt him!"

Kurt's eyes drifted to the floor when he once again heard the muffled noises that originally jerked him awake. There, laying on the floor in a mess of blankets, was Blaine. His tiny form was thrashing about, fists flying as he jerked around like he was fighting someone. In an instant, Kurt threw himself up off of the bed and landed on the floor with a thud in front of Blaine.

"Blaine? Blaine, can you hear me?"

He placed a hand onto Blaine's shoulder and was casually thrown off as the older boy fought back against the touch. This must be some horrid nightmare for him to be fighting like this, Kurt's mind threw out as it thought of another way to wake the boy.

"N-no! Please!"

"Blaine, baby! It's me!" Baby? Say what? Kurt threw his confused thoughts to the back as he leaned over his crush's shaking form. Punch after punch he dodged as he tried to gain a grip on Blaine's arms; he was finally able to grab onto the boy's forearms after he climbed over top of the nightmaring teen and sat on his chest. He really didn't want to have to do that, but it needed to be done… no matter how awkward it all was.

"Blaine, please?"

He leaned his forehead down, pressing it against the curled head of his friend's, feeling the dampness of the other boy's skin.

"Calm down. It's alright. I'm here."

Blaine instantly started to hush as Kurt murmured quiet peace into his ear. Once his body stilled and his breathing evened out, the taller teen gently rolled off of his friend's chest and pulled the shivering singer into his arms.

"Everything's going to be okay. I'm here, Blaine. I'm here."

He felt Blaine's body erupt into shaking sobs as the boy rocked back and forth against him. Kurt also rocked with him, humming low in his chest.

"I'm here, Blaine."

It took a few minutes before the other boy fully opened his eyes and looked up at Kurt, but when he did, Kurt was sure he felt his heart burst out of his chest. Blaine was staring up at him with such admiration and love… and it hurt. It hurt to see him staring up like that with his hazel eyes shimmering with tears; he looked so fearful.

"Everything is going to be alright. I promise."

Blaine whispered softly under his breath as he curled back into Kurt's chest, "Thank you." He leaned his head into the crook of Kurt's neck and breathed, causing the younger boy to shudder considerably.

"I'm sorry for flipping out on you earlier, Blaine. I never should've-"

"No," Blaine said softly as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling the boy closer. "I never should have-"

He didn't finish. Both boys had started to cry, a mutual respect forming between them as they both recognized their apologies to one another. They sat there, on the cold floor, rocking back and forth for a moment before Kurt finally coughed and pulled away from Blaine for a moment.

"How about we get you back into bed?" He whispered as he stared down at the dark haired teen through watery blue eyes. Blaine nodded and curled against Kurt as the taller boy helped him over to his bed.

"Kurt, what are you-"

Kurt shushed him then, lowering him onto his own bed, before he turned towards the air mattress. "This is your room, Blaine. You sleep in your bed. I'll sleep on the air mattress and-"

"Stay with me," Blaine interrupted; his voice a little louder than he expected it to be. "I don't think I can sleep alone right now."

Kurt nodded and lowered himself down next to Blaine in the tiny bed. He felt the other boy coil up against his body and he smiled, feeling the warmth that Blaine's body brought against his. They hadn't been this close to each other since Blaine was practically snuggling him that night he stayed at Kurt's because he was hungover. With a sweet sigh, Kurt slowly ran his fingers through Blaine's curly hair, feeling the other boy growl softly in appreciation over the contact. The noise that erupted from Blaine made Kurt's stomach flip in excitement and he pulled his crush close, wanting to cherish the moment and imprint every single feeling his body had in the back of his mind.

Blaine may not ever feel the same way about Kurt as Kurt did about him, but at that very moment, Kurt was sure to store every single sweet memory between the two of them in his mental filing cabinet.

Leaning down, he pressed another kiss to Blaine's curly head and closed his eyes. He wasn't going to leave this spot until Blaine wanted him to go, even if his father flipped out when he got home. Blaine needed him and he was here to stay.

A/N: I know, there wasn't a flashback in this one, but I'll get to it, I promise! Also, who the hell is Cameron? Say WHAT! I'll get to that too… sooner or later. Anyways, thanks to all my lovely reviewers, I love you guys more than I love Taco Bell (and that is a LOT people). Please review!