a/n: So I'm back! Which means I get internet and you get a chapter. But tomorrow I go on camp, which will be EPIC, and will again have no internet. for another four days. sorry. but it' going to be so much fun so :P. but I miss Glee. so I can't watch 3.02 until I get back and have internet. *sigh*

disclaimer: I don't own Glee. As if anyone reading anything on this website would assume so. I mean seriously, fanfiction. It's all in the name...

I doubt he will, he doesn't sound like someone who'd try to get back at you.

'Wow, these just keep getting shorter,' Blaine thought to himself. But he knew it made sense: he didn't know what to say anymore. He felt like it didn't matter anyway. Dave was a lost cause. And as much as he wished that wasn't how he felt, it was.

Looking up he noticed Kurt had stopped talking. They were at the Lima Bean having one of their usual afternoon catch-ups and Kurt had been telling him about his day. But now he was just looking at him concerned.

"You weren't listening," he accused, "and I know that something is seriously up when I can tell you aren't listening. What happened to stage face?"

"What?" Blaine was confused now. Kurt seemed beyond annoyed; he seemed worried.

"You know: look happy and in control through everything. It's this stage persona you put on when you sing sometimes, and you often use it normally too. I don't approve of it but I have a mask too so I can't complain. But it makes it pretty hard to not notice something's up when you forget."

"Nothing's up," he said. Inside he wondered 'how do you know me that well after under a week? And how do I get the feeling I know you just as well?'

Kurt's raised eyebrows were enough to prove he didn't believe him.

"I'm fine, ok. I just… I have to go." And with that Blaine ran away.

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'I'm not snooping, I'm just worried about him,' Kurt told himself as he made his way through the Dalton hallways a few days later.

He'd been worried about Blaine since they'd confronted Karofsky. He seemed jumpy, like he was waiting for something. And it had something to do with his phone: he checked it constantly. So Kurt was going to steal his phone for a bit (just long enough to read some of his text history) and figure out what was going on.

Reaching Blaine's room he listened quietly. Hearing no movement he snuck inside. He'd expected no one as Warbler rehearsals were on but he was he'd been right. Glancing around for the phone he finally realized the huge flaw in his plan: Blaine took it everywhere. Therefore, he would not leave it in his room. Running his hand over his face he glanced at Blaine's book shelf. He'd been shocked the first time he'd seen it. There were shelves and shelves of books, heaps more than he owned. And apparently he had more at home.

The thing that caught his eye was one book that seemed to have been shoved into place hurriedly. Blaine was carful with his books but it seemed like this one had been under the effect of his current mood. It was poking out and its pages looked rumpled. Pulling it out to return it neatly he realised that it was a scrapbook of some kind. Pages had been stuck into it, sometimes haphazardly, and were poking out slightly. It was bulging and seemed almost full. Flicking through he noticed that every page was covered with printed sheets. They were all the same format. It took another minute for him to get it – they all looked like emails of some sort.

They were dated, flicking back to the first one he saw it was from around seven years ago. The most recent only today. 'Wait, today?' he thought confused. 'Who are they from?'

Going back to the start he read aloud, "I'm Car of Sky, but my real name is Dave."

Dave Car of Sky. Dave Carofsky. Dave Karofsky.

Silently this time, he read on.

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Partway through he was about to put it away. 'Maybe this is too private,' he realised. But he had to know. He had to understand what this was about.

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He finished the one dated today and shut the book carefully. "Wow. So that's what this is all about," he said, breaking the silence that had reigned the past hour. Going to slip the book back in its place he froze as he heard Blaine's voice.

"Why on earth did you think it would be a good idea to try to persuade an all guys group to sing a High School Musical nu-"

"Kurt?" David and Wes were standing behind him, trying to see past him and the door to where Kurt was sitting. Blaine, on the other hand, was, like Kurt, frozen. His eyes on the book.

"David, can you go to Wes' room for a bit?" Silently the two left, knowing something was going on.

Kurt broke the ensuring silence, feeling an almost unjust rage.

"Why didn't you tell me?" his voice was soft but Blaine flinched at every word.

"I—I didn't know how. How was I meant to explain something like that? I thought that I could help you both separately which would help the other as well and I—I was caught. I didn't know when I met you that he was bullying you. I'd only just discovered he was a bully."

"So why not drop him then? When you found out?" he knew it wasn't fair but he felt, suddenly, a sense of betrayal.

"He was so... confused. I thought I could help him. I didn't want to abandon him." He paused and looked down, seeming disgraced. "I didn't want to lose the friendship that meant everything to me."

Now Kurt looked down. He felt as if he'd intruded on something private. Which he had. But now he really felt it.

"And I was going to tell you. I just... didn't know how! And- and it was private and why did you think it was ok to READ IT!"

Now positions had swapped. Kurt had never seen Blaine angry but now... well, now he had.

"THAT WAS LIKE A DAIRY! IT WAS A PLOT OF MY LIFE FOR THE LAST SEVEN YEARS AND-"

"AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO MENTION THAT YOU WERE BEST BUDDS WITH THE GUY MAKING MY LIFE HELL?"

"IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

"IT DID THE SECOND YOU REALISED WHO HE WAS!"

"I NEEDED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO-"

"OH, BECAUSE THAT CHANGED WHEN YOU KNEW DID IT? YOU DECIDED IT ACCTUARYALY MEANT SOMETHING! THAT YOU MAYBE HAD TO CHOOSE! BECAUSE IF IT WAS SOME RANDOM IT WAS OK? IS THAT HOW YOU FELT?"

And in one moment, Kurt had left the room.

You're angry with me aren't you.

Dave