I'm not sure it the ending on this chapter is good or not. Oh well, enjoy it anyway!

Kurt awoke at approximately 10 the next morning. He squeezed his eyes shut against the rays of light that were waiting to ambush them. He was content to lie there half asleep until he realized something felt wrong. Wrong and different and foreign. He sat bolt upright and glanced around his room, disoriented.

Except it wasn't his room. It was Luce's. He saw Luce in the corner of the room in a beanbag chair typing something on his computer. Luce glanced up at him with a smile and said, "Good morning, sleepy head!" in an extremely cheery voice, though his eyes were slightly red.

"'Morning," Kurt muttered, still quite befuddled from sleeping. Why was he in Luce's room? As the grogginess left him, memories of the previous day and, and with them the answer to his question, came back to him. He suddenly felt a very odd combination of concerned and livid towards the same person, something that did not happen too often.

He was concerned about how Luce was feeling and whether anything had gotten worse and how often this happened.

He was livid at Luce because he was sitting over there typing and acting perfectly nonchalantly and refusing to tell anyone about this and especially not telling him.

"Luce! LUCE!" Kurt had to shout louder because he was ignored the first time. The boy finally looked up, "Do you feel ok?"

"Of course, I feel perfectly fine, why?" Luce asked with a perplexed expression on his face.

Forget singer, the boy should be an actor, Kurt thought with chagrin. Was he really attempting to do this to him? Did he really think Kurt could be persuaded into thinking it was all just a weird dream or something? Not a chance.

"You know damn well why," He said in an accusing voice.

"I really don't-" Luce said as he got up and closed his laptop. He couldn't quite keep the wince of pain from his face as he did so, though.

"Don't screw with me." Kurt warned, "I remember and you remember and I really think you need to tell someone!"

"Tell someone? Who? My friends? That's only you Kurt, and you already know about it! My family? They watched silently as my father did this to me! He's always smacked me around since I was little, it just got a whole lot worse when I came out, or rather, was forced out, of the closet two years ago!" Luce's voice was increasing in volume and he was turning a little red.

"Tell the school or a doctor or SOMETHING, Luce! It will never stop if you don't tell someone about it!"

"School? Doctors? You really couldn't pick two worse people for me to tell. Let me tell you a little something about my family," Luce said with a bitter laugh, "My name is Lucian Dalton III. My family can trace its ancestry all the way back to a noble family in England, which was where I grew up though I was born in the States. It currently is in control the world's top pharmaceutical manufacturer, Dalton Pharma Services. Those doctors? They have their lips pressed so tight to my grandfather's ass that they'd rather bury me than say anything bad about my father."

Kurt was going to say something, but Luce didn't give him any time.

"In addition to that, my family dabbles in other areas, such as engineering and running elite private school so they can get other rich people to give them even more money than they already have. By that last one I'm sure you're aware that I'm talking about Dalton Academy. My father is the dean of this school and my grandfather is the chairman of the board of directors. No one at this school would be able to do a damn thing even if they knew. And father said- He said that-"

Luce's bitterly angry smile that Kurt had been taken aback by disappeared as the boy dissolved into tears once again. Kurt wasn't sure how Luce had anything left in his tear ducts after yesterday, but he managed to shed profuse amounts of tears all the same.

Luce collapsed on his knees before continuing his rant, "My father said… sniffle… that he'd kill me if I told anyone! I know he could do it too, he almost has before…. sob… He's hated me ever since I was forced to tell him I was gay, he said that I was an embarrassment to the family! Like it was my fault I was gay, like I could change it!"

Luce looked as though he was unable to speak any more without having a mental breakdown. He sat kneeling on the floor, with his fingers covering his face as the tears streamed down between them. His body shook with the heavy sobs that racked his body.

Kurt put aside his absolute disgust and abhorrence at what he had just heard and moved to comfort his friend. He wrapped his arms tenderly around Luce and let the boy cry into his shoulder, not even caring that there were tears all over his favorite and incredibly expensive Brunello Cucinelli purple cashmere v-neck sweater.

That was when Blaine walked in

Blaine was pacing outside of Lucian's room at 10:50 AM. He didn't want to go in there again, he didn't want to see anything else, but Kurt and Luce had both been absent from breakfast and there was a Warbler rehearsal in 10 minutes. A warbler rehearsal Kurt needed to attend because he was one of the people auditioning for leads, and that Lucian needed to attend because he was auditioning to join the Warblers, if he got the school's approval, that is.

At least they'll be up by now right? They can't still be asleep; it's been over 14 hours… Please don't let me see them like that again; I don't think that I could take it, Blaine thought before he turned the door handle and stepped into the room.

They weren't curled up on the bed in each other's arms like the scene Blaine had witnessed last night, but he thought that what he saw was almost as bad.

Kurt and Luce were sitting on the floor with their arms around each other and Luce was crying into Kurt's shoulder. Kurt looked up at him in surprise as he walked in.

Suddenly Blaine saw a red haze In front of his eyes and felt his hands ball into fists. He didn't know and didn't care why Lucian was crying; all he knew was that he was angry and Kurt was supposed to be HIS, not Lucian's.

"There's a Warbler rehearsal in ten minutes if either of you care," he said, knowing his voice sounded strange. He had no idea what expression was on his face either, though he was sure it wasn't pretty. It was all he could do to keep himself from hitting something.

"By the way, I don't care if you two are boyfriends or whatever, but at least you could lock the door," Blaine practically spat through his teeth as he turned to leave. He couldn't be in that room anymore.

Kurt's face assumed an expression that looked as though he had been stabbed through the heart, and his arm lifted in Blaine's direction. But his other arm was wrapped around Lucian.

He heard Kurt yelling, "Wait, it's not like-" as he ran out, but Blaine slammed the door before the sentence finished and ran down the hall to his room to collapse on his bed. No one followed him.

"- like that!" Kurt finished as he watched the door slam shut. The one person he didn't want to misunderstand his relationship with Luce just had. He fought his instinct to run after Blaine and explain, but he didn't move. He knew Luce needed him more than Kurt needed Blaine right now.

The Warblers sat in silence, waiting for the three missing people to arrive. After half an hour, Wes and David decided to go on with the meeting even though Blaine wasn't there, but the atmosphere felt wrong somehow. The Warblers began to realize just how much Blaine's and especially Kurt's personalities added to their group.