I don't own anything. Just the storyline.

The silence seemed to go on forever. And unlike all of the silences we have ever had, this one was uncomfortable. Before Blaine had even started talking I knew what he was going to tell me was not good. So we parted to either end of the sofa, facing forward, and never once looking at each other whilst the story was told.

'Why did you do it?' I whispered, suddenly unsure about how well I really know the person sitting next to me.

'I was so scared, of what Karofsky would have done if I didn't do it.' Blaine answered, voice barely above a whisper.

'You don't think that that poor boy wasn't terrified? Do you not understand how you probably scarred that boy for life? And I don't mean physically, mentally he is probably still terrified every time he is in a crowed place, worried that he is going to get beaten up again. Trust me I know how that feels, to be terrified everyday, and the reason I'm terrified is because of your best friend.' I spit out at him.

'You don't think I know that!' Blaine almost shouts. 'I don't know what you want me to say Kurt. I sincerely regret what I did, but I can't do anything about it now. We all have skeletons in our closet, well, this is mine.'

'Most peoples skeletons do not beat up someone because they have the courage to do something that you couldn't do.' I shout at him, tears streaming down my face. Blaine reaches his hands out to console me, but thinks better of it at the last minute.

'Look Kurt I-' Blaine starts, but I cut him off.

'I don't want to hear it. I know I promised to stay but I cant look at your face right now, goodbye Blaine, have a nice life.' I say as I walk towards the door. Before I reach it Blaine grabs me by the arm.

'No, you cant let something that happened when I was a stupid teenager, ruin us. That happened a long time ago and I have lived with the guilt ever since. I know what I did was wrong. But I cant loose you Kurt, please, lets talk about this.' Blaine begs.

'I'm done talking. Goodbye Blaine.' And with that I leave, and he lets me go.

When I get back home, after driving the whole way with blurred vision. My dad is shocked to see me.

'Kurt? I thought you were staying at Blaines? Are you crying? What happened?' He asks concerned, pulling me into a hug.

'Its Blaine.' I sob, soaking his top with my tears.

'What happened, is he okay?' he asks stroking my hair.

'Y-es, but he done something really bad. And I don't know what to do.' Sobs take over my body and my dad drags me to the living room, sits me down, then goes to get a glass of water.

'Here, drink this, take deep breaths, and tell me what happened.' I do as he said then tell him what Blaine told me. His facial expressions turned from neutral, concerned, angry and finally confused. He takes a deep breath and looks at me seriously. 'I've always been honest with you Kurt and that wont change now. While I understand why you'd be upset, I don't understand why that would make you leave Blaine.'

'But-' I try to interrupt but he just lifts his hand indicating to me to be quiet and listen.

'You know how scary high school is for people who are different. Blaine was just trying to protect himself; I mean look what's happened now he is out. He gets hate for it. While I don't condone what Blaine did, it was years ago Kurt, and I'm sure he feels a lot of guilt for it. He didn't have the courage that you had, and I don't think you should break up with him over this. Take some time to think it through, but don't break up with him without thinking about it first. I think he's good for you, and you deserve to be happy.' I think through what my dad said and nod.

'Okay, I'll think about it. I'm going to bed, its been an eventful day.' I walk up to my room, strip down to my boxers and get straight into bed, as I don't have the energy to do anything else. My phone vibrates from where I put it on the nightstand.I know who its from before i even look at it, and at first consider leaving it, but my curiosity takes over.

To Kurt,

(Thurs, 23:27) I know you don't want to talk to me, but just know I am so sorry and I hope that one day you can forgive me for what I did. Good night, sweet dreams.

-Blaine