Kurt stared at the ceiling as he felt his eyes tear up for the thousandth time that day. It was still that Thursday, the day that he found out that his best friend's father was his mother's murderer. The tears threatened to spill over, but Kurt raised his arm to wipe away the liquid with his forearm. He felt numb. Kurt didn't care about his skin or his clothes. He just wanted to lie there and cry for the rest of his life, for his mother, and for Blaine.

The boy turned onto his side and stretched his wings as far as he could reach. He sniffed loudly, the noise filling the empty house. Burt had taken Carole out for the day, and Finn was probably at Puck's. Kurt didn't care. He just wanted to be alone.

He thought about his mother, and how she had used to show him the picture books about those superheroes and villains. The heroes would always be handsome, beautiful, strong, brave, where nothing could scare or harm them. They would always catch the ugly bad guys and lock them in jail, where they will spend forever. Kurt remembered when he asked his mother if all ugly people were bad guys. He remembered his mother laughing and saying that you can't tell if someone is bad by just looking at them. He remembered that her eyes began to brim with tears as she said that, and opened her arms to motion young Kurt into a hug.

An older Kurt sniffed again and closed his eyes. There was no superhero in this story, only villains, and those villains were the Andersons. He didn't know why he included Blaine, probably because of his cluelessness. The Andersons weren't bad looking, but the opposite. Blaine had inherited more of his mother's looks and colourings, but had his father's strong facial features. Blaine also had a great body, which Kurt found it hard to look away from. And his voice, his smooth, perfect voice... Kurt admitted that Blaine was good looking and not ugly at all, but it still made him a villain.

Lawrence wasn't locked up forever either. Blaine had said that he had 'disappeared' for a few years of his life, but it was now obvious that he made it out. Kurt kicked the air and slammed his arm into the mattress. He was angry at himself.

Why hadn't I realised sooner? He thought. The signs were all there.

He let out a noise of frustration and punched his mattress once more. Once he felt the bed stop shaking, he curled up into a ball and let the tears run free.

Kurt didn't know how long he cried for. Once he had calm down, he would start crying again. He felt ashamed of himself for crying. He hadn't cried so much since his mother had died. Again, he laughed darkly to himself. He found it funny, yet depressing, that he was crying so much for his mother.

He heard his phone vibrate on the bedside table. He reached out and squinted at the screen through his unshed tears. It was a message from Blaine. Upon further scrutiny, he found that Blaine had texted and call him several times over the past three hours. A surprised face appeared on Kurt's face as he spun around to find his clock. Indeed, he had been curled up on his bed, bawling his eyes out for three hours. He cursed himself for being so sensitive and tossed his phone back onto the table, ignoring Blaine's messages and if he had damaged his phone. He just didn't care.

The boy leaned back onto the head of the bed and stared at his door, feeling his numbness return. He told himself to wash his face and pull his act together, but his body wouldn't obey. Sometime later, he found himself in his bathroom, splashing his face with cold water, trying to snap himself out of his gloom. Instantly, he felt refreshed and scolded himself for not doing it sooner.

Kurt returned to his room to retrieve his phone that he had mistreated. He wanted to read what Blaine had written.

Are you okay? I'm sorry if my dad scared you. He has that effect on people. :P - Blaine :D

Hey Kurt. You seriously okay? Please reply. I'll be waiting. - Blaine :D

You're starting to scare me, Kurt. Just reply with something random, I don't care, but just show me you're okay. - Blaine

You can call me, you know? Don't be scared. - Blaine

Can you pick up? I know that you're there. - Blaine

The most recent one wrote:

Kurt, I need to talk to you about something important. Please, please call, or text, or just come around. - Blaine

Kurt stared at the last message. The tone sounded different, more urgent. Reluctantly, Kurt dialled Blaine. The other boy picked up straight away.

"Kurt? Oh my goodness, you could have picked up at least once. I thought you dropped off the face of the planet." Blaine practically yelled into the phone. Kurt held his handset an arm's length away from his ear to stop him from going deaf. Kurt laughed nervously.

"Haha, sorry. I kind of just crashed as soon as I got home." Kurt heard Blaine sigh in relief.

"Well, it's a good thing you didn't crash your car and die on the way home, right?" Blaine joked. Kurt covered his mouth with his free hand as he felt his eyes filling with tears. He knew that if he was his normal self, he would have just swear at Blaine and hang up, but he had just spent three hours crying, and he was talking to Blaine, so he couldn't bring himself to do so. Blaine noticed the silence. "I'm sorry. That was a lame joke, wasn't it?"

"Yep. Horrible." Kurt tried to stop his voice from quivering. There was still a chance that Blaine still didn't know about his father's wrong-doing, because if he did, he wouldn't have said that. "So what was it you had to tell me?" Kurt heard Blaine intake a sharp breath.

"When you left, I found that I didn't have enough courage to sing in front of my parents. I sat them down, and I was all ready to sing, but I couldn't. Not without you, I couldn't." Kurt smiled for what felt like the first time that day. Blaine needed Kurt, but Kurt's heart was torn between the Anderson and Hummel conflict and Blaine.

"So you want me to be there when you sing?"

"Yeah, basically." Kurt thought for a while.

"Okay, so when can we do it? The week end?"

"Um..." Blaine seemed hesitant. "Here's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. My dad wants us to go to San Francisco tomorrow for a week..."

"What?" Kurt couldn't help but scream. "When did he decide this? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I couldn't," Blaine's voice was calm, collected. "He only told me half an hour ago, just before I sent you the last text. And he said that we're visiting my brother. But really, we've only been away for two weeks, and they want to go back? He's crazy."

"What made him do such a rash action?" Kurt shrieked. He was thankful that no one was at home.

"I'm not sure. It is pretty rash," Blaine agreed and paused. "Hey, I'm not sure, but I think it had something to do with you coming over." Kurt felt his heart beat like a jackhammer on the pavement.

"W-What do you mean?" Kurt silently hoped it wasn't about his last name and his relation to Burt that sparked this.

"Well, when I told my parents I was bringing you over for lunch, I didn't refer to you by name. I just said 'a friend', and they thought I was bringing over a girl." Kurt exhaled in relief. "But after you left my dad asked my mom what your last name was, as he noticed that you didn't tell him." Kurt held his breath. "He didn't ask me because I was in my room, trying to text you, but I heard them through my door." Blaine paused.

"So what happened?" Kurt asked softly when he realised that Blaine wasn't going to speak. He silently hoped that nothing bad was going to happen.

"Well, nothing really happened. As I said before, I was in my room, so I didn't see what happened next. But it was really quiet downstairs. I finished texting you and I went back down. My parents were in the study whispering things to each other... And that's all I found suspicious. Maybe they just want me away from all the boys again. But what's the purpose of going back to a place where there are more gay boys?" Blaine sighed. Kurt laughed a little.

"At least you'll be somewhere you'll be familiar with."

"Yeah, I guess." Said Blaine. "But you won't be there." Kurt heard Blaine mumble to himself. The taller boy blushed and was grateful that they were on the phone, or else he would be even more embarrassed.

"Aw, come on! It's just a week. I'm sure you'll manage." Kurt said cheerfully, but in the inside, he didn't want Blaine to go, despite what his father did to Kurt's family. Kurt heard Blaine laugh.

"Okay. I promise I'll bring back something for you." Kurt grinned into the phone. "I don't think I'll see you before tomorrow and I'll be busy packing tonight. We're leaving in the morning, and I doubt you'll be up before we leave, so... I'll see you next week?"

"Of course. See you next week!" Kurt hung up and smiled at his phone.

Lawrence and Blaine may be related, but they are two different people and Kurt knew he shouldn't dwell on the subject for too long. He was going to miss Blaine, but he'll only be gone for a week. Kurt told himself to stop thinking about the Andersons and just enjoy.

Kurt spent his Friday at home, alternating between helping Carole out in the kitchen, sketching some designs of clothes and wondering what Blaine was doing at that moment. At times, he would do all three, multi-tasking as Carole smiled in delight that Kurt was back to his normal self.

On Saturday, he invited Mercedes and Rachel to the mall for a shopping spree. He missed his two divas, as he had spent the last week with and without Blaine. Kurt decided for the week that Blaine and his family were in San Francisco that he would release his wings. He felt overjoyed that he could finally have his wings out without worrying that he would be found. They ate lunch at Breadstix and continued shopping, Rachel grabbing whatever she thought looked good, Kurt trying to repel Rachel from whichever garment she chose, and Mercedes laughing at the two. Kurt hadn't felt so normal in a long time.

On Sunday, Kurt volunteered to help at Burt's garage. After all, he needed some more money. The boy donned a slightly cleaner version of his father's coveralls, and set to work. He chose to leave his wings out, as the oil and grease couldn't affect them anyway. Kurt liked the feeling of his wings stretching towards the sky as the worked on a car. It made him feel normal again.

Finn managed to convince Kurt to play football with him on Monday. Kurt wore his old McKinley High Football team uniform and followed Finn to the park, where they spent hours passing the ball to each other. Kurt felt the wind breeze through his wings, ruffling and teasing them, like when Finn messed up his hair back when things were normal.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, Kurt was invited to a New Directions girls' sleepover, as he was counted as an honorary girl. It was hosted at Santana's house and, as Kurt expected, he was the only boy there. They had manicures, pedicures, facials, hair treatments, and of course, gossip. Kurt was glad that he was invited. He loved all of the New Directions girls; Brittany, Santana, Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, Quinn, but he missed them. They laughed and giggled into the night, having no idea of what Kurt had coming out of his back, and Kurt started to feel normal again.

Kurt spent Thursday at home, blasting Lady Gaga and Broadway songs through the speakers in his room. His father came to check on him every few hours, often asking questions, such as why wasn't he out and where was Blaine. Kurt just laughed and turned his back on him, showing his wings at Burt. The man would just laugh and shake his head, before heading downstairs again. Kurt jumped around his room, trying to clean it up. He threw away empty bottles of used moisturiser and creams that he used, and made a note to buy more the next day. He called Mercedes and asked if she wanted to come with him. She agreed and they both laughed. Kurt smiled. It was great to feel normal.

The next day, Kurt and Mercedes went into the city to buy moisturisers for them both. Mercedes said that she wanted to try something new, so Kurt recommended a few for her.

"You seem happier than usual. And your outfit! It's better than usual!" Mercedes exclaimed. She was right. Kurt did feel happier than he did in weeks and he didn't even know why. He looked down at his clothes. He nodded to himself. They did look good. Kurt didn't even notice when he put them on that morning. He just threw them on and walked out the door, literally. He woke up late, and he didn't have enough time to plan a good outfit. He grinned. Black skinny jeans, red button-up shirt with gold buttons and a white scarf which he loosely wound around his neck. He knew that his friend couldn't see his wings, but with them, his outfit was complete. Kurt laughed.

"You don't look bad yourself." He said as he nodded towards her ensemble. Mercedes grinned up at him with her dazzling smile. "This reminds me of when you asked me to be your boyfriend." Kurt laughed as he motioned towards their linked arms.

"Oh my God, Kurt. Don't remind me!" Mercedes laughed as the continued walking. Kurt chuckled. Times like these reminded him of the normal days.

They walked pass the coffee shop where Kurt and Blaine had gone together. Kurt was too busy talking and enjoying his freedom to notice a man sitting by the window, leaning forward on his elbows as sipped his coffee from his cup. The man wore bright pink Wayfarers and was dressed for the beach. The man nearly choked on his drink as he spotted the other pair of feathery masses and, with his cup in hand, ran to the door and placed his sunglasses on the top of his head of short, curly brown hair, to check that his hazel eyes weren't deceiving him.

"Kurt?" He whispered to himself in disbelief. The boy was several blocks down already, and arm-in-arm with a beautiful chocolate-skinned girl. The coffee drinker turned and mumbled something to himself as he grinned. He walked over his blue motorcycle, put on his helmet, and sped off into the afternoon, wings trailing behind him.

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Eighteen down, two to go. I feel slightly sad that this is coming to an end. I've read one or two reviews questioning if there's going to be a sequel. I am sad to say that there isn't because I feel that if I were to write one, I wouldn't have a good enough plot to continue.

See you on the 23rd. :D