I have no idea why I'm updating at 2 in the morning but hayyyy, here's the next chapter.

I'm not sure how I feel about this, I like how it turned out but at the same time I don't. Does that make sense? Whatever, anyways, here's chapter three! Ignore any mistakes.

I don't own Glee

Enjoy!

"He's been hanging out with Puck and Quinn everyday this week, and last!" Sam told his friend over Skype. "Kurt goes from being mad about them missing glee to being their best friend over night. I thought I was gonna be his best friend." The blonde pouted and Blaine chuckled.

"Kurt can have more than one best friend Sam," The curly hair boy said before frowning. "Do you know why he's hanging with them all of a sudden?"

"Apparently Puck and Quinn stopped Karofsky from giving him another slushie facial," Sam said. "But I think they're trying to help him stand up for himself. Yesterday he called one of the football players out when he tripped him. I've never seen a football dude so scared of Kurt. Kurt!" Sam cried. "He's the most harmless person but yet there he was scaring the crap outta Johnny."

"Maybe they're helping him, but, like, making him tough? So he can stand up for himself?" Blaine asked more than stated. Blaine then felt guilty, frowning more.

"Dude? What's wrong?"

"What if Kurt feels like he needs to toughen up because me and Rachel aren't there to help him? We were his safety net and now we aren't there."

"I highly doubt you guys are the reason for whatever is happening with Kurt," Sam said, giving Blaine a look. "Don't you talk everyday?"

"Well, kinda," Blaine said, his guilt increasing. "Rachel and I are really busy with school and we managed to get jobs at a diner so we haven't been able to talk to him a lot. We still have phone calls and stuff but they're not nearly as long as they used to be these past few weeks."

Sam nodded, listening as his best friend rambled on and on about how he should call Kurt and just talk to him. The blonde boy shook his head. "No, dude, it's almost eleven o'clock on a school night. Kurt's probably asleep by now."

"I guess you're right." Blaine said, getting distracted when his phone dinged with a text.

"Who's that?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow at the smile that spread over Blaine face. There's only one person that can make him smile like that. "Is it Kurt?"

"What? Oh no," Blaine said, looking back at his friend after replying. "It's this guy who's in my dance class."

"Does this guy have a name?"

"Sebastian Smythe."

"Hmm, sounds like he would be full of himself."

"Sam, no," Blaine sighed. "He's actually really nice and not full of himself. We've been hanging out some and just getting to know each other. He's from Ohio too, Westerville actually."

"Is he your boyfriend to be?" Sam asked with a teasing smile.

Blaine rolled his eyes but was smiling. "No he's not my boyfriend to be. He's just a friend."

Sam hummed and nodded slowly. "I give it two weeks before you two are a thing… Oh wait! Did you see the new superhero movie trailer that was released?"

Kurt frowned as he started at himself in the mirror. His usual designer top was replaced with a white v-neck shirt and a leather jacket on top. His black skinny jeans were a little faded at the knees but his doc martens were still in good shape.

"What the hell am I doing?" He asked himself, taking off the jacket. He let it fall to the floor and took his phone out of his pocket.

He tried calling Rachel earlier but didn't get an answer and Blaine wasn't answering any of his texts. Yes he knew that it was past midnight and they're more than likely sleeping but Kurt needed someone to talk to. He didn't dare text Quinn or Puck, they'd just tell him to chill and keep to the plan.

The stupid plan.

After Kurt agreed to toughen up, Puck took it as an okay to change his wardrobe too. Kurt knew that he didn't have to wear the clothes that Puck gave him but he only felt tough when he wore that stupid leather jacket and white shirt. With a frustrated grunt, he kicked the leather jacket and put his phone on the charger before changing into his pajamas.

He sat on his bed and grabbed his laptop, going to Facebook when it was done starting up. He scrolled through his new feed, liking a few of his friends posts, commenting on a photo Mercedes posted and stopped when he reached a photo that Blaine posted.

"Sebastian Smythe?" Kurt questioned, staring at the tall boy in the picture who had his arm wrapped around Blaine's shoulders, both of them smiling widely at the camera. He glanced up at the time posted and felt his heart drop a little.

Ten minutes ago.

Was Blaine ignoring him?

Yes, he knows that Blaine's probably too preoccupied to answer his texts. He's out exploring the city more with his cool new college friend, who was standing a little too close for comfort in Kurt's opinion but he just doesn't like people touching him all that much.

Kurt logged out of Facebook, putting his laptop on the floor next to his bed before laying down. He brought the blanket up to his chin, snuggling down and closed his eyes.

Sleep didn't come.

When Sebastian texted him and asked if he wanted to get pizza, Blaine was gonna say no but talking to Sam made him hungry. He's so glad he took his new friend up on his offer.

"That pizza was amazing," Blaine said as they two friends headed down the sidewalk to Blaine's apartment. "The pizza in Lima doesn't come close now."

Sebastian nodded with a chuckle. "Ohio pizza is pretty lame compared to any pizza really."

"How'd you even find that place? I've never heard of a pizzeria that doesn't clowe until three in the morning before." Blaine asked as they crossed the street.

"A friend showed me a few weeks ago and I had a feeling you would like it."

"Well you were correct," Blaine smiled. "I gotta show Rachel it sometime."

"I'm sure she'll love it," Sebastian said. "Are you sure she doesn't care that I'm staying the night? It was poor planning on my part."

"Of course she won't care," Blaine said as they entered his building. "She wouldn't want you taking the subway at this hour."

"Is she up?" The taller boy asked as they entered the elevator and watched his friend take out his phone and apparently key.

"Um, I don't think so," Blaine said somewhat distracted. He went to the multiple missed texted, all from different people but he went straight to Kurt. He skimmed the messages as they stepped off the elevator and over to the apartment door.

"You okay?" Sebastian asked, noticing his friends brow furring.

Blaine nodded, slipping his phone into his pocket. He unlocked the door while smiling over at Sebastian. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about a friend but I'm sure he's fine now."

"Kurt?" The tall boy asked. "Is everything alright with him?"

Blaine slumped down on the couch and rubbed his eyes. He looked over at the clock when Sebastian came over and sat next to him. Blaine sighed and took his phone out again. It's one thirty in the morning, Kurt has to be asleep by now.

"Yeah, he's fine. He was ranting about not being able to find an outfit and that something was crazy," Blaine shrugged. "He wasn't really clear. I'll text him in the morning." Blaine said and yawned a moment later.

"Okay, is it weird that I hope everything is okay with him? Ever since you told me about him I can't help but hope he's okay."

Blaine smiled, his eyes drooping shut. He stood and stretched, smiling down at Sebastian. "That's really sweet Bas but I'm sure everything's fine. I'm going to bed, there's pillows and blankets in the hall closet."

"Thanks dude, see you in the morning. Goodnight."

"Night." Blaine said with a tired smile and trudged down the hall.

"Kurt, dude, where's the jacket?" Puck asked when Kurt walked over to him and Quinn who were waiting by his locker. "What about the plan!"

"At home," Kurt said simply, opening his locker and grabbing his books. "I didn't wanna wear it, didn't feel like me."

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at her new friend. His eyes had dark circles around them and he looked paler than usual.

"I'm fine," Kurt said. "I'm just tired, that's all."

"Have you heard from Blaine or Rachel? I remember you saying that you haven't really talked to them in awhile." Puck said, watching the boy in front of him closely.

Kurt shrugged and closed his locker, hiking his messenger bag strap higher onto his shoulder. "I called Rachel and texted Blaine last night and got no answer. Blaine was out exploring some more with his new friend."

"Friend?" Quinn asked. "Didn't think Anderson had it in him to talk anyone who didn't have a bad case of gay face."

Kurt turned his head and glared at the girl, who apologized. He sighed and leaned against his locker, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Of course he knew that Blaine, and Rachel, were going to make new friends in the city but so soon? They were probably getting bored of him. It's not like he blames them though, he's holding them back from making real friends.

His phone dinged in his pocket and he fished it out, smiling a little when he saw it was a text from Blaine.

From: Blaine(7:15AM)

Sorry Kurt! I was out late with a new friend last night and was too tired to text anyone back. What's up? Did you manage to find an outfit? :P

To: Blaine(7:15AM)

It's okay. If you were out late, why are you up at 7 in the morning?

From: Blaine(7:17AM)

Had to pee. Anyways, did you fix your wardrobe malfunction?

Kurt headed down the hall, following Puck and Quinn to class. Turns out they all had French together. This should be interesting.

To: Blaine(7:20AM)

Yes, I did. I don't know what I was thinking. You wouldn't be able to help me over text lol

From: Blaine(7:20AM)

Very true Mr. Hummel :)

To: Blaine(7:21AM)

Do you wanna Skype later? Say, around five? I can fill you and Rachel in all the glee club stuff.

From: Blaine(7:22AM)

No can do, sorry :( Rachel has a shift at the diner then and my friend Sebastian is helping me with this dance for my class. Sam filled me anyway. You guys got new members, yay!

Kurt read Blaine's text again before locking his phone and stuffing it back into his pocket. Who even was this Sebastian dude anyway? Some hot college dude that's who Kurt thought bitterly as he continued down the hall.

His phone buzzed again but he didn't bother taking it out, not while going down the stairs that is. When the trio reached the bottom, Puck and Quinn still lead the way. Kurt was looking down at his feet, feeling like he had his own body guards.

Having Puck and Quinn toughen him up was suppose to boost his self-confidence and, well, make him tough. It was doing the exact opposite really. They followed Kurt almost everywhere in school and glared if anyone even look over at them. Maybe Puck was right and Kurt really should wear the leather jacket and white shirt and just pretend to be a tough badboy who doesn't care anymore.

With every passing minute that idea became more and more appealing. Not caring what people think? Not caring if Blaine and Rachel are off living new lives without him? Not caring what anyone does to him, knowing that everyone would too be afraid of him to do anything? Scaring the shit out of Karofsky everyday? Yeah, that sounds freaking fantastic right now.

BANG!

Kurt was sent flying sideways into the lockers by a meaty hand. Puck and Quinn, who were a little farther ahead, turned around and glared at Kurt's attacker.

Karofsky stood in front of Kurt, laughing as the boy struggled to get up from the floor. Karofsky was too close for comfort, pinning Kurt against the lockers. Puck and Quinn started walking forward but were blocked by four members of the football team.

"You think walking around with these delinquents would honestly keep you safe?" Karofsky asked.

Kurt heard Puck and Quinn fighting against the other members of the team but they weren't getting anywhere. Puck's threats were doing nothing.

"What's the deal Hummel? Berry and Anderson leave and now you're desperate?" Karofsky smirked. "Are you screwing Puckerman now since Anderson is gone? He left your sorry ass in the dust. Didn't wanna catch the gay."

"That honestly makes zero sense," Kurt responded, feeling his anger and annoyance grow. "You say that Blaine and I are fucking and then he leaves because he doesn't wanna be gay? Are you sure you have a brain in there? No wonder they held you back."

"You better watch yourself Hummel," Karofsky snarled, punching the lockers next to Kurt's head, making the boy flinch. "I will pummel you into next week."

"You wouldn't dare," Kurt said. "Carefully Dave, people are watching. You wouldn't wanna lose your football scholarship again now would you?"

Karofsky was glaring daggers now, Kurt matching his gaze. Puck and Quinn stopped fighting, watching the exchange closely. A crowd had gathered around them, all wanting to see what was happening. Kurt glanced over and saw Sam, Tina and Brittany standing among the students. Before any kind of exchange happened, Kurt's attention snapped back to Karofsky.

"Don't worry Hummel," Karofsky said. "I would still have my scholarship and what would you have? Two delinquent friends, your girly voice and working at your dad's shop. Face it, you're gonna be a Lima loser, not me."

Kurt snapped, he didn't know what made him but he snapped.

Kurt pushed Karofsky back, enrage. "Insult me all you want, Karofsky. I don't give a shit. I'm officially done. Done with you and your crap. Done with everyone's crap!"

Karofsky brushed off his surprised and it was replaced by anger and amusement. "What's the matter Hummel? Did daddy finally kick you out because you're becoming too gay? Did Berry and Anderson finally realize how pathetic you are-"

Karofsky was cut off by a fist colliding with his jaw.

All eyes were on Kurt.

"Blaine, dude, really," Sebastian said, going over and pausing the music. "This is the tenth time your phone has gone off, just answer it."

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, slightly out of breath.

Sebastian nodded, watching as the shorter boy jogged over to where his phone sat on the table. He pick it up, answering it before putting it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Blaine!" Sam practically shouted. "Dude, why aren't you answering your phone?"

"I'm practicing a dance for school," Blaine replyed. "Is this important or can it wait till later? We can gush about superheros later tonight."

"What? No, it's that about superheros or me at all actually. It's Kurt."

At that, Blaine was all ears. "What about Kurt? What happened?"

Sebastian sent him a worried look and Blaine shrugged, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he waited for Sam to answer.

"I'm surprised Tina, or even Kurt himself, didn't tell you yet," Sam mumbled. "Weird."

"Kurt knows that I'm busy right now," Blaine was getting inpatient. "What happened, Sam?"

There was a paused and then come something Blaine never thought he would hear: "Kurt punched Karofsky."

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