A/N: Part two, whoo hoo! Non-beta-ed so all mistakes are mine. Don't own Glee, yadda, yadda, yadda. Proceed!

Blaine forgot about his 'new house' jitters. Whenever he changed houses he could never get to sleep during his first few nights. He assumed it was because he was in an unfamiliar place but it really bothered him. Deciding that tossing and turning was not going to help him get to sleep, he slipped out of bed and tiptoed out of the room and down the hallway. He was almost to the stairs when he heard a door open and he froze.

"Holy shit, what do I do? Okay, relax, you're just getting water. It's not like you were doing some mission impossible… thing."

"Blaine?" He smiled nervously and turned to see a very tired looking Kurt. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just getting a drink." The countertenor nodded, moving past Blaine and down the stairs to the kitchen. Blaine quickly followed.

"Can't sleep?"

"New house jitters." Kurt giggled, busying himself with whatever it was that he was doing.

"You can hang out in my room, if you want." He shrugged and hoped his blush wasn't totally obvious. Blaine noticed it, mainly since even the slightest amount of color would be prominent on Kurt's porcelain skin, but decided not to say anything about it. Something told him that Kurt usually didn't invite people into his room, much less someone he had just met a few hours before.

Blaine didn't realize he had spaced out until a cup was placed in his hands. He blinked down at the contents then up at Kurt, raising an eyebrow.

"Warm milk?" The countertenor shrugged.

"It helps me and Finn when we can't sleep." Blaine just nodded and took a sip.

"So what's your school like?" Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Just stay on the down low and no one will bother you." Blaine tilted his head.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see on Monday." He left the conversation at that and returned to his room. Blaine stood in the kitchen for a few minutes, finishing his milk and trying to figure out what the hell Kurt meant.

Blaine went right to sleep when he returned to his room.

Kurt awoke to the sounds of too many teenage boys in the living room. He glanced at the clock and groaned.

"It's only noon, why is everyone here?"

He crawled out of bed and opened his door, the sounds of the boys downstairs getting louder.

"Some people are still trying to sleep!"

"Kurt, come down here!" Kurt was going to shoot them all. He trudge down the stairs and sighed at Finn, Blaine, Mike, Sam, and Puck.

"What do you want?"

"We're going to go play football and the teams are uneven and-"

"I don't play football anymore."

"Anymore? What?" Blaine tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. "You played football?"

"One game, I was kicker. I'm not playing with you guys."

"Please, Kurt, please? We'll buy you coffee!" Dammit, Sam knew his weakness. The other boys nodded and… was Blaine pouting? How dare he pout at Kurt? Did he not know how goddamn adorable he looked? Finally the countertenor sighed.

"Fine, I'll play but you all better buy me the biggest coffee in the world." He returned up the stairs to get ready and the boys high fived each other.

Soon they were all at the park and getting ready to play. It was Finn, Blaine and Puck against Sam, Kurt and Mike but the teams were pretty obvious. Even though Puck and Finn had their differences they were still bros and Finn wanted to make sure Blaine felt accepted, thus picking him first.

Kurt was glad he had worn the only pair of non-designer jeans and the only plain t-shirt he owned seeing as he had grass stains that were probably never going to come out. The other boys were just as dirty as he was, with the exception of Blaine; he had used his small stature to his advantage and weaved around everyone to make it to the designated goal line. Really the only mistake he had made during the game was a fumble, which Kurt still didn't understand. If you drop the ball, you drop the ball, what's the big deal?

It was time for the winning point. All Kurt had to do was kick the ball over the goal line and his team would win; if he missed then they'd go into overtime. Kurt did not have time for overtime. He was promised coffee and he was going to get it, dammit. The call of "Hike!" sent the boys into a flurry of motion and Kurt found himself propelling forward before even thinking about it. He kicked the ball and it soared across the goal line and… right into a tree.

"Sorry!"

"That's the third time, Hummel." Puck chuckled, heading over to the tree so he could climb up to get the ball.

"Not my fault I'm a good kicker and you're only giving me so much space to kick." Kurt shrugged.

"Why are you not on the team anymore?" Blaine asked and Kurt scoffed.

"It's football and I'm myself, they don't go together well."

"Although that one game you kicked in was the only game we won that season." Finn pointed out. Blaine tilted his head. So the football team wasn't necessarily the best and Kurt was a good kicker but didn't play anymore? Blaine was going to get him back on that football team no matter what the consequences.

"Can we just go now? I was promised coffee." With that they all left the park, got Kurt his coffee and returned to the Hummel-Hudson house. Kurt immediately fled to the shower while the boys plopped down into the living room to play video games.

"Can I ask you guys something?" Blaine asked as Finn and Sam looked like they were murdering their controllers and Mike and Puck looked on.

"Ask away, dude."

"Does Kurt have a boyfriend?"

A few things happened all at once; Finn's hands completely froze, Sam dropped his controller, Mike choked on his mouthful of chips and Puck set the record for the farthest spit take. Blaine's eyes grew wide.

"Was that… inappropriate? I'm so sorry! I didn't-"

"Dude, relax." Mike managed to say after his coughing fit. Blaine just nodded.

"An answer to your question, no, Kurt doesn't have a boyfriend because our school is full of dickheads that don't understand that being gay is okay."

"You're one to talk, Puck." Finn scoffed and Puck rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, we're past that."

"Look, Blaine," Finn set down his controller to give him his full attention, "Kurt's proud of who he is it's just…"

"Our school is full of dickheads, like I said."

"Puck's right, Kurt's not accepted there." Mike shrugged.

"He pretty much just has us, the glee club, I mean." Sam chimed in. Blaine nodded and he felt… sad. Kurt, from what Blaine gathered from their few interactions, was a sweetheart. He was kind, unless someone bothered him, and Blaine really could see why something as trivial as his sexuality would cause the rest of the student body to bully him for it. Is that what Kurt meant when he said to stay on the down low? He didn't want Blaine suffering the same fate he did but it wasn't fair that he had to go through all that alone. Sure, he had the glee club but was that enough? It couldn't be.

"Blaine?" He snapped back to reality and shook his head a bit.

"Sorry, I…" He strained his hearing and he didn't hear the shower running anymore. "I'm going to talk to Kurt."