So of course, Blaine was accepted into Glee club. And so the weeks went on without anything big happening. Kurt and Blaine walked the hallways together and when people he was scared of would come in sight, he would grab his hand and make everything better. And they didn't see Karofsky. Not one single time. Kurt had no idea how that came, but he wasn't complaining either.

So a few weeks later, Blaine woke up in the middle of the night. And he felt like he was about to die of thirst. So he groaned and scrambled out of bed. By now, he was more comfortable in the Hummel's and Hudson's house and knew it was okay to go to the kitchen and get himself some water.

But when he tip-toed out of his room and entered the hallway, something was off. At first glance, everything was normal; you could even hear Finn's quiet snoring from here. But then there was a thin line of light coming from inside Kurt's room. And there was noise. Not loud or enough to wake anyone, but it was there. Squinting, Blaine tried to focus on the clock hanging on the wall. It was after one in the morning, why the hell was he still up and what was he doing in there?

So he stepped up to the door and knocked as quietly as possible. Following, there was a moment of silence before the noise got a little louder before he reacted to the knock. "Yeah." He said and something in his voice was off. So Blaine pushed the door open.

The room was a mess. Normally, Kurt was very clean and made sure everything was in it's place, but now pictures and photos covered the entire floor and parts of the bed. Apparently he had tried to hide some of them under the bed, hence the louder noise after he had knocked. In the middle of his bed, in the light of the beside lamp, sat Kurt. He sat cross legged and had his head tilted away, but Blaine could still see his puffy eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks. He just looked overall miserable.

"Kurt," he chocked out as he silently closed the door behind him and took a tiny step into the room. "What happened?"

"Nothing. Go back to bed." He swallowed thickly and it sounded like he had been crying for hours but was running out of tears now.

"I won't." Blaine simply said and without asking for permission, he crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Kurt didn't move or say anything. So he bent down to grab a photo from the floor. It showed a beautiful woman who was smiling right into the camera, her brown hair flowing wonderfully over his shoulders.

He took another one. It was the same woman, only this time, she held a baby in her arms and was smiling fondly down towards it, cradling it. Blaine swallowed thickly and with shaky fingers reached out to take one from where Kurt was sitting.

That woman was there again and so was the child, a little older this time and happily holding on to his mother, pulling on her necklace as he laughed straight into the camera, but her eyes were closed so it didn't seem staged. Behind the two of them, stood a man, one arm around the woman and his other hand on the back of his son. That man was Burt Hummel. And this child had incredible resemblance to a younger version of Kurt.

And when he focused back on him, he knew he was right. He opened his mouth but closed it again, carefully putting the photo down. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't even sure if he was assuming the right thing.

"That's my mom." Kurt finally said with a shaky voice. He figured Blaine wouldn't leave anyways, so he might as well tell him. "She died when I was eight." He whispered and closed his eyes again. Turns out he hadn't run out of tears.

Blaine felt a lump in his throat, but did his best not to lose it as well as he carefully climbed over the mountain of pictures and sat back down right next to Kurt. He didn't say anything; he just reached out and wrapped both of his arms around him. This time, Kurt didn't hesitate; he leaned into him immediately and rested his head on his shoulder.

"It's her birthday today." He whispered with a glance to the clock. Since one and a half hours it was her birthday. Blaine was still silent and just gently stroked his hair. "My dad and I always go to her grave. And I never cry. I know it's just going to hurt him too so I try to let it all out the night before." He admitted.

"That's okay." Blaine whispered as Kurt sighed heavily. "No one ever caught me, I usually clean up until the morning."

"Why?" was all Blaine asked. Kurt sighed and leaned even more into him which made Blaine tighten his hold around the other boy. "I love Carole and I know my dad does too. And I don't want to hurt either of them, but… she's still my mom. As much as Carole means to me, she won't be able to replace her." And thankfully, she wasn't trying to either. She was more like a friend to him.

"I know my dad will be down tomorrow but try and cheer me up. And I play along most of the time, I try to act as if I'm better. And I am, most of the time when I think about her, I smile because she was so lovely. But on this day… I just miss her, Blaine." He sobbed softly and Blaine ran a hand through his slightly messy hair, gently rocking him from side to side. "It's okay to miss her." He whispered.

Kurt sniffled and tilted his head to look up at him. I'm in love with you, he thought. "Thank you for being there." He said. Blaine smiled gently and hugged him yet a little tighter before he spoke again. "What do you say? We go to bed and then, tomorrow morning, before anyone wakes up, we clean your room, okay?" he asked.

Kurt didn't want Blaine to leave, he didn't want to be alone again but he knew he was right. Blaine needed to get back into bed, it was almost 2am after all. So he nodded slowly.

But what Blaine did next was very unexpected. He carefully collected the photos from the bed and placed them on the floor before he got a hold of the comforter and the sheets and pushed them back. Sliding under them, he patted the spot next to him. "Come here," he cooed.

"Uh, okay…" Kurt mumbled awkwardly and shifted so he was lying next to Blaine, facing the ceiling. Well yeah, he had no clue what to do.

That was until Blaine leaned over him – oh my god, he was so close suddenly and Kurt could basically smell him – and turned off the light so they were left in complete darkness. Kurt turned, facing away from Blaine because he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

But a moment later he felt him shifting and one arm was thrown over his waist that effectively pulled him close. He felt Blaine's chest against his back and maybe even his breath on the back of his neck. He tried not to shiver.

They stayed like that for a few long moments, simply enjoying each others presence until Kurt worked up all the courage he had and turned around. Though he couldn't see him due to the darkness, he knew he smiled. It was crazy how good they knew each other already.

Kurt didn't say anything, he just leaned his head against his chest and closed his eyes while Blaine rested his chin on the top of his head, his arms still securely around him.

"Good night, Kurt."

"Good night, Blaine."

Maybe, all hope wasn't lost yet. Maybe they still had a shot.