Chap 12:
BLAINES POV.
It was great to see all of Kurt's friends. I wish I had time to get all of their names, talk to them, maybe get some funny stories about Kurt, but alas, we did have to hurry. It was like Kurt got tense every time we were in the hallway. His grip on my hand tightened. "Babe, are you okay?" "Yes." I knew he was lying, but this wasn't the time, thank goodness his locker wasn't too far. "I'm sorry, I just, I get the creepy crawlies whenever I'm in the hallways. I don't know why it still scares me, I mean, you're here, I shouldn't be afraid." I wanted to hug him, but that'd slow down the packing process. "We'll be out of here soon enough." And I helped him pack, so we'd be gone faster. I almost forgot the anxiousness, the fear that I used to feel when I was at my old school. It was all too familiar to me now.
We packed up all our boxes and went to leave. "Do you want to say goodbye to the gang?" He shook his head. "I just want to get out of here, as quickly as possible. I don't know why I'm so uptight." We turned a corner, and there he was. The big red jacket gave him away, and Kurt froze. Thank God the Neanderthal couldn't see a metre in front of him. "Kurt? It's alright, he's gone. Kurt?" "I-I-I.." I followed my intuition and took the box from his hands. I knew if I started walking that he would follow. I turned and coaxed him out of his paralysation. "It'll be alright, we only have ten more steps til the door. Kurt finally snapped out of it and ran out. He got all the way to the car til he realized it was locked. He cursed unintelligibly and began to sink down the length of the car, til he was sitting in the snow, this was so unlike Kurt. I dropped the boxes instantly and held him close. He sobbed into my shoulder and I rubbed his back. This wasn't going to stop any time soon. I quickly called Wes and David to bring my car, and their own so they could drive themselves back. He agreed without question, and Kurt kept on sobbing. Next, I called his father. During our talk after dinner, he gave me his cell number, in case I ever needed it. He answered worried, knowing I would only call in case of emergency. "Hello Burt." Kurt stifled his sobs as much as he could, probably wondering why I was calling his father. "Yes, everything's fine, we just had a little incident at McKinley, and I don't think Kurt's ready to go home just yet… No, no one's hurt, well, physically. Thing is he locked his keys in the car. We have residence at Dalton, I was just wondering if you minded if Kurt stayed there the night… Yes, we'll most definetly call you in the morning." He mentioned our discussion, and was happy that I seemed to be keeping up my end of the bargain. "Of course Burt, I'll talk to you later? Alright. Bye." Kurt was almost silent as my car drove up. I picked him up like a baby, and he cuddled into me, still gasping a bit for air from crying so much. The headlights shone on us, and I held him tighter. I almost forgot the boxes sitting on the curb.