So the next day passed without any bigger problems. Burt talked to Blaine's dad and made sure he was sure about all of this. Let's just say he made it very clear he was. Burt did manage to get some more clothes from him though, so Blaine had a somewhat decent closet.

He moved into the spare guestroom, in the middle of Kurt's and Finn's room, spending a lot of time in the latter as he was forced to play videogames with Finn all the time. It appeared Kurt wasn't really into that, so his step-brother took advantage of having someone there who was willing to go for it.

Things were better. Things were non-violent. But it still was strange, it was weird waking up in a new house and not in his own bed and seeing different people than he was used to.

It wasn't until Saturday afternoon that another thing occurred to them. "Blaine?" Burt asked as they all sat at the table for lunch. Kurt and Carole had cooked and were pretty proud of their creation. "Yes, sir?" he asked and raised his head.

"I told you to stop calling me sir." He smiled slightly and waved it off with a potato-armed fork. "Anyways, what came to my mind earlier: Where do you go to school?"

And that was when Blaine's face fell. And with that, his fork that dropped to the plate. He hadn't even thought about school. "Damn," he muttered and rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry. This – this is not gonna work. I can't-" he sighed heavily and leaned back into the chair, feeling everyone's eyes on him.

"What is it, sweetie?" Carole asked, but Blaine just shook his head.

"Blaine," Kurt said lowly and put his fork down as well, glancing over to where the boy was seated next to him.

"Dalton." Blaine finally said. No one else said something, they had no clue what that meant.

That was, until realisation appeared on Kurt's face. "Dalton Academy." He said and Blaine nodded. Burt frowned at him, obviously questioning how he knew about that. "We're supposed to compete against them at Sectionals! The Dalton Academy Warblers, right?" he asked. "Do you know them?"

Blaine laughed drily. "Yes, I do."

Kurt nodded, "Okay, so you go there. What's the problem?"

"The problem is, that this is a private school. That you need to pay for. And my dad will not do that anymore now. So I suppose… I can't go there anymore." He confessed and slumped down in his chair even more.

"Oh." Was all everyone on the table said – everyone but Finn who was chasing a pea with his fork. Only now, he looked up. "Well that's no problem, is it? You can just go to school with us, dude." He shrugged before going back to his very resistant pea.

Burt rocked his head from side to side, actually considering what Finn had said. "I think that might really be the best option." He finally said.

"I think so too. And that has to mean something, I'm agreeing with Finn here!" Kurt grinned.

"Hey!" his step-brother pouted and attempted to shoot the pea at him but was stopped by a glare from Carole.

"No, really. You could go to McKinley with Finn and Kurt. If we decide now, the transfer might be happening by Monday." Burt said, eyeing Blaine, waiting for a response.

"Well… I suppose that is the only option right now anyways, so… yeah." He nodded. "I'll just call one of my friends and let them know." He added. All of them nodded and then Blaine was off to do the call.

"I'll get at it as well." Burt said, grabbing his phone as well and making sure that Blaine Anderson would be a student of the William McKinley High from next Monday on.

After Blaine had finished his call, he was seated on the bed in his room, absentmindedly toying with his phone when a knock on the door made him look up.

"Hey," Kurt greeted softly as he stuck his head in.

"Hey," Blaine smiled back, though the smile wasn't really that happy.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure." Blaine shifted to allow Kurt to sit down on the bed as well.

"This all really sucks, huh?" he asked softly as he sat down and crossed his legs under himself.

"Yeah, kind of. I mean, it's amazing that I'm allowed to stay here. Your dad is wonderful and I couldn't be more thankful. But it it's just a lot, you know? Losing my family from one day to another, now losing my friends. Or at least not seeing them so often."

"Yeah, I can imagine. How was Dalton?" he asked gently, wriggling a little to make himself comfortable.

"It was… nice. They had a zero-tolerance bullying policy, so it was safe, you know? No one would call me names or… be violent." There was a little hint of an emotion in his voice as he said those last words and Kurt couldn't quite put his finger on what kind of emotion it was, but he understood. The kids weren't violent. But only the kids.

"But maybe it's a good thing." He threw in and Kurt raised one eyebrow in surprise. "How is that?"

"Well, as I said, it was safe. But that's the point. After High School, the world will not be like Dalton, the world has no such policy. People will continue to be ignorant and mean and I will have to live with that. So right now, I feel like I'm hiding away. But that's no good, once I graduate, I'll have to cope with it anyways. So why not get used to it now?" he shrugged.

Kurt got it, he was scared as hell of simply going to school most days – though god beware him telling that to Blaine – but he knew he would have to del with that and possibly worse for the rest of his life, so there might not be a point in running away. But he couldn't deny he had felt like it often enough.

He realized that this was the first time he was really talking to someone who went through the same, who understood. "Have you… do you have any… gay friends?" he asked shyly and looked at his hands.

"Yeah. I met a few at Dalton, hence me being thrown out of my house."

"I never met anyone." Kurt confessed quietly, still eyeing the nail of his right thumb that was pretty interesting all the sudden. He had talked to Mercedes and Rachel, but he had never had someone who shared the same struggles and who felt the same way. This was different but felt amazingly good. "It's nice."

"It is." Blaine agreed, his eyes focused on Kurt who was still not looking back. "Are you alright?"

Kurt's head snapped back up, he wasn't used to anyone but his closest friends and his dad or Carole asking that. He wasn't used to people caring. "Oh, yeah…" he waved it off.

Blaine was about to point out that he didn't look like he was alright, but Kurt was already talking again. "So, you know the Warblers?" he asked.

"I do, yes." Blaine smiled slightly.

"Are they good?"

"I suppose so?"

"I hear…" he edged a little closer, like a teenage girl about to gossip. And honestly, he was about to do exactly that. "I hear their lead singer is really cute." He whispered conspiratorially.

Blaine blinked at him for a moment before he burst out in laughter. Really, he was laughing loudly, he hadn't done that in forever. Kurt pouted and crossed his arms. "What is so funny? Do you know him? Is he really?"

Blaine held his stomach and wiped at his eye as he caught his breath again. "Yeah, well… he's sitting right in front of you, so you judge for yourself." He giggled.

Kurt's face fell before it blushed scarlet red. Well… shit. He could hardly tell Blaine that people had indeed been right. That would be creepy and embarrassing. He needed to find some good answer, where the hell was his natural wit when he needed it?

"Oh." He said.

Wonderful.

TBC