A/N: Before I even get to the chapter, I would like to quickly flail, sob, and weep due to the episode of Glee known as "On My Way." [Feel free to cry, weep, and flail with me via PM at any time or review if you've seen it and if you still haven't GO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW.]

This hiatus is slightly killing me. I NEED MY TV KLAINE FIX. OMGOMGOMGOGMOMG IT'S ALMOST TUESDAY! I am officially dubbing Tuesday as Cooper Tuesday. :D

Wow, this chapter took forever to write. I'm a horrible person. Feel free to threaten me.

Now then, to the chapter. Since it was requested I am going to include a bit of history on both Dylan and Lysander in this chapter.

Enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own any song lyrics or Glee characters, although Dylan and Lysander are all mine. :]

Edit: Wow, this chapter was supposed to be light-hearted but now it's just fond memories and a bit of sadness. The rehearsal dinner I wanted to write will just have to wait I guess… This chapter completely got away from me and I have no idea where it came from but here it is.

"Blaine, put down your bowties!" Kurt admonished as he walked into the room to find his fiancé rearranging his beloved bowties. "Dylan and Lysander are going to be here any minute now."

Blaine smiled bashfully and placed his beloved ties back into the closet on their designated shelf. He stepped toward Kurt and kissed his cheek in apology, reinforcing the action with his trademark 'please-forgive-me' puppy-dog eyes.

Kurt sighed. "I suppose you can be forgiven."

At the moment there was a knock on the door. Kurt turned excitedly toward the sound and shared a happy glance with his fiancé. Blaine nodded with a fond smile toward the door and Kurt happily jumped up and down before he dashed in that direction. He composed himself for a second once he reached the door and then opened it widely to reveal the smiling faces of Lysander and Dylan.

"Dylan! Lysander! You made it!" Kurt exclaimed happily as he greeted each boy with a handshake and a quick hug.

"We wouldn't dream of not coming," Dylan chuckled as he returned Kurt's giddy embrace.

"Wouldn't want to squander time with our very own Warbler idols," Lysander added teasingly.

"Oh, you two," Kurt chided lightheartedly. "I bet you're the new version Wes and David, aren't you?"

The duo chuckled. "We're just going to take that as a compliment," Dylan said.

"What about me?" Blaine called out from his seat on the couch in his living room. "Just visiting Kurt now, are you?"

"Of course not. Who would teach me guitar?" Dylan joked. He walked over to where Blaine was now standing beside the couch and shook hands with his mentor. "We still need to work on that, by the way."

"Of course, of course," Blaine agreed. "But this is just a social call. Have a seat."

Dylan sat and minutes later the two were joined by Kurt and Lysander. Both couples claimed a sofa for their own. They shared small talk about basic topics: school, work, the upcoming wedding, the odd weather they'd been having in Ohio lately. Eventually the topic of parents came up.

"I'm really lucky," Kurt said sincerely. "My dad has been supportive of me since the very beginning. Without him I don't know what I would have done to cope with my mom's death, my coming out and the resulting bullying. I'm so thankful to have him in my life."

"I wasn't as lucky," Blaine stated sadly. Kurt squeezed his arm around Blaine's waist and the couple shared a small smile. Lysander and Dylan were looking on curiously, so Blaine decided to tell them the whole story. After all, he and Kurt were their mentors now, for lack of a better term, and Blaine figured his life story would provide some insight for the two young boys.

"Well, my parents weren't really the most supportive kind. Of course, they took care of me financially until I moved out on my own. My mother was raised to believe that women held a traditional role in a family, meaning she would cook, clean and obey her spouse. In my case, my father and I were pretty close when I was younger. I played soccer when I was younger and he would attend my games when he could get time off from work. We'd play catch in the backyard when he got home for dinner. As I grew older, around the time I started junior high, I realized that I had a passion for music. Music of any kind, really. I watched operas and musicals, sang along with the radio, as well as learned to play piano and guitar. I still played sports, but it wasn't enough for him. He said I was changing into something he didn't like, said I was turning into a girl." Blaine paused and Kurt soothingly rubbed his back as the couple sitting opposite them looked shocked with their mouths gaping open.

Blaine wiped his eyes and his nose before continuing. "After that, I had an epiphany. I was sitting in my room one day looking out my window at all the happy teenage couples and I noticed they all consisted of a boy and a girl. Why? I thought at the time. Why was it always that way? Why can't I have that? The truth hit me in that moment. I couldn't have that because I didn't want that. What I wanted was to be with another boy that could make me happy. Another boy was what would make butterflies erupt in my gut, fireworks burst behind my eyes. In that moment I realized I was gay. And I was scared of what that meant. I wasn't stupid; I knew what happened to gays out in the real world. But I was determined to not let it affect me. So I went on like I always had, and things were normal for a while. But then it somehow spread around my school that I was gay. I was bullied: pushed around, called horrible names, had my locker defamed with derogatory slurs. I didn't have it as bad as Kurt did, not really."

"Blaine, don't you dare downplay what you went through," Kurt interjected. "Any kind of bullying is too much."

Blaine nodded his acquiescence. "I could deal with all of that. The last straw was the Sadie Hawkins dance. All I wanted was one night to feel somewhat normal, one night of having fun with a friend. I got that, thankfully, but when my friend and I were outside waiting to get picked up…" Blaine choked a bit but pushed away Kurt's worrying hands and pushed on. "The more violent of the jocks jumped us; they threw me to the ground and kicked whatever they could reach. I guess they were feeling generous because they offered my friend the chance to run. He didn't want to leave me there, I could tell by the look in his eyes. I couldn't let him get injured for my sake, so I told him to go. To get help. He was reluctant, but he went eventually. I'm glad he did.

Once he was out of sight, the jocks became relentless. Kicks and punched rained down all over my body. They eventually got bored and left. At the last second one of them turned around and stalked back to my nearly unconscious form. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and leaned over. I'll remember what he said then for the rest of my life. He said, "Animals like you don't deserve to live." Then he spat in my face and stabbed me."

Blaine stopped there, his voice leaving him completely as he broke down into heart wrenching sobs. Kurt instantly wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and pulled the sobbing man into his chest to comfort him as he cooed soothing words into his ear.

The physical wound had healed long ago, but the mental scarring would last a lifetime.

Lysander and Dylan felt understandably awkward in their current predicament. Should they leave? Should they stay? Should they say something? Should they remain quiet?

Kurt paused in his consoling ministrations and turned toward the two boys seated across from him. "I'm sorry. It's still hard for him to talk about. I told him you wouldn't mind not hearing the whole story, but he insisted that he tell you all of it."

"Kurt, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for," Lysander was quick to reassure.

"Should we give you guys a minute?" Dylan asked timidly.

"No, I'm fine," Blaine said from his place in Kurt's arms. The three others gave him a skeptical look and he quickly added, "Really. See, look I'm talking. I wouldn't be able to talk if I was still upset."

"I suppose that's true," Kurt conceded.

"Why don't we tell you guys our life stories?" Dylan suggested. "Put us all in the same boat."

"I'll go first," said Lysander. "My story is a bit happier so it should help lighten the mood."

"My mom and dad are both teachers at a private school in Westerville. My mom teaches second grade and my dad teaches fifth. I came out to them when I was thirteen. They had always taught me that everyone was special, that uniqueness was something to be treasured. I knew they wouldn't care either way when I told them, but I was still so scared. I sat them down in the living room after dinner one day and just said, 'Mom. Dad. I like boys.' They were quiet at first and I thought for sure that they would hate me, that everything they had said before didn't apply to me anymore. But then my mom jumped off the couch and hugged me. She looked like she was going to cry. My dad just smiled at me, saying in his own way that everything would be okay. They immediately determined I would attend Dalton for high school as to avoid any bad events. I was overjoyed. They didn't make a big deal about it; they still loved me regardless. I'll always remember what my mother said to me that night before I went to bed. She said, 'I will always love you.' I lied in my bed smiling the rest of the night."

Kurt and Blaine smiled. "That's great. I'm so glad everything turned out so well for you."

"Guess it's my turn now," Dylan said happily. "So, my story is a bit longer, but basically as happy."

"My mom is also a teacher at the same school as Lysander, hence the two of us being so close. My dad left when I was two years old. My mom tried to protect me from it, but eventually she told me. I always felt like it was my fault that he left, even though I didn't know anything about him. It turned out he left because he had gotten a better job in another country. I came out to my mom when I was twelve, but she said she had known ever since I was about four because instead of toy cars I always asked for a shopping spree." The boys chuckled together and Dylan smiled fondly at the memory.

"Those are both great stories," Kurt smiled. "I'm sorry about your father, Dylan."

"It's fine," the boy replied. "It was a long time ago and I've had time to accept it."

"Kurt?"

"Yes, Lysander?"

"You can call me some nickname if you'd prefer," he pointed out genially. "I know it's not always fun to have to say my name every time you want to address me; it's a bit long and formal."

"I'll remember that. I'll let you know if I think of any good nicknames. But, anyway, what was your question?"

"Do you… well, I was hoping maybe you'd tell us your story, too?"

Kurt smiled a sad smile. "Of course. It's only fair."

"You don't have to if it would make you uncomfortable," the younger boy interjected.

"No, no. it's not a problem." Kurt sighed deeply, mentally preparing himself to tell of the roller coaster ride that was his life so far.

"My mom and I used to be really close. We would sing and dance together all the time. She would coerce my dad into joining our tea parties and he loved it almost as much as we did. She was beautiful and her voice was gorgeous. She would read me stories when she tucked me in at night, hold me when I cried, make me soup when I was sick. I would put on her shoes and walk around the house in them. I'm probably a bit biased, but she was the most wonderful person." Kurt smiled fondly as he remembered all the times he shared with his mother while she was still alive. "My mom was diagnosed with cancer when I turned five. She went through chemo for a while, but it wasn't making a difference. The doctors said she only had a few years left to live, whether she underwent the treatments or not. She stuck with it for the first two years. She was so strong and brave. It killed my dad to see her in so much pain and I hated when we had to go to the hospital to visit her. The walls were so clean and white and the place reeked of antiseptic and I just hated it. That's really the only part of her sickness that I remember well. She passed away a few months after my eighth birthday," Kurt sniffed. He could feel the tears burning behind his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt's waist and rubbed his hip bones soothingly. Kurt smiled at his fiancé and continued. "I still go to visit her grave all the time. It was so hard losing her, for both me and my dad. Honestly, I don't know which of us took the loss harder. After that, it was just me and my dad. We stuck to each other and when I turned fifteen I came out to him and told him that I was gay. I think I had always known somewhere deep because when I realized it fully, I wasn't shocked. My dad reacted mostly the same way. He asked me if I was sure and when I reassured him that I was he smiled and said that he figured as much when I asked for a pair of sensible heels for my birthday one year." The four boys chuckled together.

"So your dad's always been really supportive of you?" Dylan asked once the laughs died down.

"Yeah. I'm so lucky to have him as my father. He's an amazing man and I know he'd do anything for me. He wasn't really all that comfortable with the concept at first, but when Rachel and I had a diva-off over Defying Gravity and I felt discriminated against my dad stormed into the school and demanded that I be treated equally despite my gender and sexuality." Kurt smiled at the memory of Figgins' face when Burt had stormed in and given the man a piece of his mind. "There are a ton of other such occasions, but the point is that even when he was unsure about what to do, he acted and spoke up for me. I'll always be grateful to him for everything he's done for me."

"So you and your dad have a close relationship, too? Like the one with your mom?" Lysander inferred.

"Yeah, I'd say so," Kurt replied with a smile.

"That's great, Kurt."

"Not all of my life has been rainbows and unicorns, unfortunately."

"Oh, we heard a bit about what happened with Karofsky. You don't have to talk about it if you'd rather not," Dylan said uncertainly.

"What did you hear?" Kurt asked curiously. He had a feeling Wes and David were the ones who told the other Warblers a short overview of the reason Kurt had initially transferred to Dalton but had never heard the exact story that was told.

"That while you were at McKinley some jock named Karofsky made your life there hell and later forced himself on you."

Kurt nodded contemplatively. "Well, that definitely gets straight to the heart of it."

The room fell into silence as each boy drifted into their own thoughts of their childhood.

"That was sort of saddening, wasn't it?" Dylan chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood in the room.

Kurt forced a chuckle. "Yeah. But enough of that. Why don't we do something to cheer ourselves up?"

"We should sing!" Lysander grinned. "And I know just the song."

Lean on me when you're not strong.
And I'll be you friend; I'll help you carry on.
For it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on.

Kurt grinned. The song was a classic and it was impossible to not catch the contagious cheer floating off of Lysander in waves. He looked to Blaine to see that his fiancé was also smiling widely. The two caught each other's eyes and a loving smile passed between them before they turned their attention back to the two younger men in front of them.

Dylan looked on with a smile as his boyfriend sang playfully. They may have known each other for the majority of their lives, but he would never tire of Lysander's contagious smile or ability to know just how to relieve tension in any heated situation. With a silent persuasion, Dylan joined in on the second verse.

You just call on me brother when you need a hand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
I just might have a problem that you'd understand.
We all need somebody to lean on.

"I'd sing the rest, but that's the only part I know," Lysander quipped.

"That was quite the performance," Blaine remarked good-naturedly.

"It really was," Kurt agreed. "Now, let's have some dinner and then we'll set up another day to hang out. A day that will be proportionally happier. Sound good?"

The others nodded their assent and the four went into the kitchen to eat, sharing small talk and wild jokes as they ate. Soon enough it was time for Dylan and Lysander to take their leave. They waved goodbye and promised to hang out again soon. Kurt stood at the doorway and watched them get into their car and drive away. As he stood, looking out into the now empty street, Blaine came up from behind and wrapped his arms lovingly around Kurt's waist. He pressed a kiss into the side of Kurt's neck before slowly pulling his fiance away from the door and toward their bedroom. It had been a long day and they both needed their rest. Especially considering all the wedding things Kurt still had to deal with.

"I'm not tired," Kurt mumbled sleepily as Blaine gently tugged off his tight jeans, leaving him in only his silk boxers.

Blaine laughed. "Sure, you're not sweetheart." He carefully folded Kurt's jeans and placed them on a nearby dresser before unbuttoning Kurt's shirt an following the same procedure. Once Kurt was safely in only his boxers and white cotton undershirt, Blaine laid him in the bed and walked around to get in on his predetermined side. Kurt willingly snuggled into his warm, loving, gorgeous fiance and fell asleep within seconds.

Blaine smiled fondly as he ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. Kurt was just so beautiful, flawless really, and Blaine still couldn't believe that such perfection was his. He laid there, quietly looking down at Kurt for a few more minutes before snuggling down into the blankets and falling asleep himself.

A/N: Thank you to anyone still sticking with me. I've had horrible writer's block on top of no internet/computer access so it's been really hard for me to get anything written up for all of my stories, not just this one. I know I picked a really odd place to end the chapter, but I didn't want to force anymore than I already had.

I feel like this chapter was horrible, so I apologize if you agree. I just was crying at some points while writing this and I kind of felt mentally and emotionally drained because Blaine was so sad and it hurt me a bit inside to have to see him feel that way. – I guess that's what happens when you're as emotionally invested in Klaine as most of us fans are.

Random question: have any of you ever heard the phrase "Damn Skippy" before? I was talking with my nephew and I said that and he looked at me like I was crazy. Apparently that's not something that's commonly said in the southwest. I'm originally from Chicago, so I blamed it on that when he questioned me about it. I was just curious as to what other people thought. So, if you don't mind my weirdness, I'd appreciate your comments on that as well as the story. :]