Monday came faster than expected, Blaine had spend the entire Sunday with Kurt who had taken it upon him to make sure he looked alright on his first day at McKinley. After they had agreed that maybe he couldn't pull of some of the outfits Kurt wore – who could, Kurt asked, he was a unique fashion god, no one could reach him – he was now in a pair of simple black jeans, a white V-neck and a red cardigan over it.

Finn had left already, he had said something about a forgotten anniversary and had practically left the house running to stop by at the gas station before school – very classy – while Burt and Carole were out for work. That left the two teenage boys and their toasts on the couch where they went over Blaine's schedule.

Or more like, Blaine was going over it, Kurt had gone very silent, he hadn't even said a complete sentence since getting up. "Are you alright?" Blaine finally asked after he had asked Kurt where his biology room was three times and hadn't gotten an answer one single time.

Kurt snapped out of it and focused on the boy in front of him. "Yeah, yeah of course, why wouldn't I?" he asked and put on a smile. But Blaine could see, it didn't reach his eyes.

"I don't know. I can see something is wrong though. Now you don't have to tell me, I just want you to know that you can." He gave him a small smile. Kurt and his family had done so much for him and he had started to really care about Kurt, he was a very, very nice guy so he was determined to help him out if he needed it.

"I just really like weekends. I never want them to end."

"Yeah me neither…" Blaine frowned; this could hardly be about being sad that the weekend was over, could it?

"I mean I really don't want them to end.

"I got that."

"No, I- I'm scared, Blaine." He admitted quietly, focusing on the toast he had only take a single bite from. But suddenly a hand reached over and took the plate from him to put it down on the coffee table, leaving him empty-handed.

"Why is that?" the owner of the hand in question asked and tilted his head. His eyes were so honest and truly concerned; it made Kurt's heart swell for some reason. A reason he didn't want to get behind just yet. Or at all.

"It's school." He said quietly. "I didn't want to tell you before because I didn't want to scare you off, but…" he swallowed thickly. Very nice of him to tell him this now and completely freak him out only half an hour before they had to leave. "there's this guy. He and his friends seem to have it made their mission to make me miserable every single day." He whispered.

"They throw me in dumpsters, they shove me around, they call me names and then…" he broke off as a little whine escaped his lips. He couldn't go on, he had told no one about this. He had promised not to tell a single soul because he knew, if he did, this might end badly.

"Kurt, then what?" Blaine asked softly and edged a little closer, resting a hand on his back. "Tell me." He urged and Kurt couldn't hold it in anymore. He couldn't have Blaine be so nice and caring and not say it. He had been alone with it for far too long, it was driving him insane.

"Then he kissed me." He whimpered and bit down on his lip to keep himself from crying. His attempts were, however, destroyed when two strong arms curled around his neck and tugged him over. He didn't fight it, he didn't have the strength for it, besides if he was honest with himself, he didn't want to fight it in the first place.

So he allowed Blaine to pull him closer until he was curled up next to him and quietly crying into his shoulder. Sure, his dad had let him do that and so had Mercedes and Rachel would probably too, but not a single boy had ever tried to get a hold of him and simply hold him, let alone someone gay who understood. He was suddenly very thankful for the fact that his dad's car had broken down not far from the Hummel's garage.

"It was my first real kiss." He muttered into the fabric of his shirt and Blaine leaned his head against his as he kept his hand moving in circles over his back. "I'm sorry it was like that." He said quietly.

"He said if I told anyone, he'd kill me. I really didn't want my first kiss to be followed by a death threat." He spit out and felt Blaine nod. "I wouldn't want mine to be like that either, but-"

"So you haven't had…" Kurt interrupted him and sat up again, leaving Blaine's arms hanging in the air where he had been just a second ago. "No," he said and dropped his arms again. "You look surprised." He commented with a slight frown.

"Oh, no, it's just – I don't know, you look like you did – never mind." He groaned and blushed as he dropped his head back against the couch.

Blaine chuckled lightly at the adorableness – he was allowed to think that, right? – in front of him. "No, I've done nothing." He smiled.

Kurt sighed and forced his eyes open, trying to focus on his schedule. "Well, this was awkward." He muttered and grabbed for the piece of paper.

"No, it's okay." Blaine smiled, "we can talk about things like that."

Kurt gave him a little, shy smile and nodded before sighing and looking back at the task at hand.

"So. Your biology room."

About an hour later, the car pulled to a stop in front of the school – and Kurt was literally shaking in his boots as he got out of the car. In hindsight, Blaine was glad he had managed to properly park his car like this.

"Kurt," he said soothingly as he stepped up next to him. The other boy looked at him with an unsure expression. "I'm sorry. This is your first day, if anyone is allowed to be nervous it's you and not me. I'm exaggerating." He mumbled.

"No, don't worry. It's okay." He smiled.

And then he stuck his hand out towards Kurt. He looked at it for a moment, insecurely glancing back at Blaine. He just waved it around a little more and kept his smile. So before he accidently hit Kurt in the face, he slowly reached out and took it. He had no idea why. But it felt good, he didn't feel so alone anymore, he felt like he had someone to hold on to.

"Thank you." He whispered as they got closer to the entrance. Blaine squeezed his hand and shook his head. "No need to thank me. You're my friend Kurt, you were there for me and now I'm here for you."

Kurt smiled slightly and took a deep breath as he pushed the door open with his free hand. "Welcome at McKinley." He said over the instant noise that hit them. People were chatting loudly, laughing, joking. Blaine looked around. Well, that was certainly different from Dalton.

"What's your first class?" Kurt asked and Blaine searched his bag for the piece of paper. "Social studies." He announced.

That's when Finn reappeared. "Me too!" he exclaimed happily. "I'll walk you there." He decided and grabbed his arm, tugging him along and causing Kurt to stumble after him a little before he let go of his hand. Blaine shot him an apologizing look, but Kurt just chuckled and waved it off since he had already spotted Mercedes waiting at his locker.

"I'll see you in Glee club?" he called hopefully and Blaine gave him a thumb-up.

"So, I have this new videogame, dude, it's awesome. There are those guys that try to kidnap that girl and then…" Finn stared excitedly as he dragged the shorter boy along.

Kurt lovingly shook his head and turned around to accompany Mercedes.

TBC