Disclaimer: I do not own any of these amazing things including: Glee, the characters, or the song Smooth Criminal.

A.N: This story came to me in my Geometry class, while listening to my teacher talk about his weekend. (Plus I had Michael Jackson blaring through my headphones:) It's placed after 2x16 'Original Song' But I hope you guys like this story. Enjoy!

Kurt

-One day before-

It started out as any other day. I woke up, did my morning routine, and left with Finn to McKinley High School. First to third period were all boring. Mostly because I didn't have a class with Blaine until fourth period. Well, we had lunch too, but the whole Glee club eats together so we don't really spend a lot of time together there.

"Hey," The boy that I love so much, smiles at me. "How is you're day going?" Inside all I'm thinking is "I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!" but I say with a sigh "Can't complain I gue-" I couldn't finish my response, because Karofsky bumps me into a locker. He doesn't turn around, just keeps walking.

Yes, when I came back I knew he was still here. He didn't promise to stop bullying me or, withdrawal his threat to kill me, but I came back anyways. I'm not entirely sure why though. I loved it at Dalton, with the Warblers, but I think I missed being home. I didn't seem to fit in with them, they weren't like my New Directions family.

I'm pulled back into reality. "Hey Kurt? You've been staring at those lockers for like 2 minutes. Are you OK?" Blaine seems concerned.

"You know you make me sick when you look at me like that." I grumble.

"Well then don't make me become concerned for you, like any good boyfriend should." Blaine counters as I roll my eyes.

"Well we better get to lunch before Mercedes comes looking for us." I pointed out.

"Wanna hold hands?" He holds out his right hand to me, as I grab hold of it as I say, "I'd love that." and I can't help but smile at him, because he's too cute for his own good.

Blaine babbled on the way to the cafeteria, and while in the lunch line. When we finally got to our seats, Mercedes was engaged in a conversation with Rachel and Quinn, while Brittany was talking to Santana and Tina. Puck, Mike, Artie, Finn, and Sam were all talking about tonight's football game.

We sat down in our usual places while Blaine continued to chatter. Blaine could tell I wasn't really listening like I normally would, when he stopped babbling and asked "What's the matter?"

"I miss Pav." I sighed. Which was true, but not why I was feeling down.

"Pavarotti?" Blaine questioned "That's why you're so blue today?"

I shrug, by now Mercedes has turned her attention towards us. "Hey there my two favorite gay boys!"

"We're the only gay guys you know." Blaine chuckles.

"Actually I know Rachel's Dads."

"They don't count."

The cafeteria was buzzing. Everywhere I looked people where laughing, with myself as a exception. Maybe it was that it was kind of overcast outside, or that I haven't gotten the latest issue of Vogue yet, but something just didn't seem right. No one else seemed to notice though, they were absorbed in a heated conversations, and at that moment, I didn't feel the need to contribute my fabulous words.

While I over hear Blaine talking to M about Mr. Shue's latest Spanish assignment, I feel someone's eyes on me. I slowly glance over my shoulder, curious as to who would be watching me. I flinched when our eyes met. Karofsky didn't look away when I caught him, he continued to stare, and for some reason I stared back. I felt that if I looked away first it would prove to him how scared I was of him. Even though I returned to this school, I was still scared to walk alone down the halls.

We stared for a moment more before Blaine noticed what was going on. He stood up, cutting off the line of view between Karofsky and I.

"Well, uhh.." Blaine fumbled for words, the rest of the glee kids staring at him. "I have to pee." He stated, then added "Kurt, will you come with me?"

The looks to come off of their faces were mixed: shock, and amusement for the most part.

I heard Santana whisper something to Britt that made her giggle, and Finn elbowed Puck for something he must have said. Without saying a word I gathered my bag, stood up and evaded the crowded cafeteria, keeping close to Blaine's side.

When we reached the connecting hallway, it got quieter. Blaine stopped walking, forcing me to stop as well.

"You don't have to use the restroom, do you?" I accused. He didn't answer, but turned to face me, and tried to look up into my eyes; I didn't meet his gaze.

There were few people near us; an occasional freshman, or a Cheerio doing some menial task for Coach Sylvester.

"Oh Kurt." Blaine gasped. He stepped closer to me, invading my personal bubble. He wrapped his arms around me, normally I would be ecstatic about something like this. But now I'm just,

"Crying? What's going on Kurt?" Blaine whispers delicately.

I tucked my head in between his neck and shoulder, and let a couple tears escape my eyes. Blaine squeezed me closer and rubbed small circles on my back with his thumb. I tried to respond but my voice decided not to work so what came out sounded like "I-dt-t-ep-g- OH!"

"Uh hun, I think I need to take you home."

"F-f-inn" I sniffled

"No. I'm taking you. I'm taking you home. I'll call Burt too. But when we get there you are going to talk to me." Blaine had taken my face between his hands and had positioned my head so that

I was forced to look into his eyes. I nodded solemnly.

He removed his hands from the sides of my face, and took hold of my hand. Finn by this time was walking out of the lunchroom, concern coloring his face. "Hey bro? What's going on?" Since I neither responded nor bothered to meet his gaze he asked Blaine the same question. "Honestly Finn, I'm not sure. I'm taking him back to your house to see if I can get him to calm down and talk about it."

Finn huffed loudly and bubbled "Is, uh, Burt OK with that?"

"I'll call him as soon as we get there." Blaine assured. Then Blaine proceeded to evade the school and out to the parking lot; all while holding my hand firmly. I did take a little comfort in the fact that Blaine was skipping his last couple of classes just to make sure my well-being was alright.

Since Finn and I had driven to school together today, Blaine left Finn the keys to my car, and drove me to my house in his tiny red VW Bug. The drive to the my house is usually quite short, even with traffic. But today Blaine was driving slowly, like he was thinking of many other things, and not quite concentrating on the familiar road to the Hudson-Hummel new residence.

It had started to rain since lunch period, and since it was about 12:30 there was a little bit of traffic from adults running out to get there afternoon meal in.

Blaine and I didn't say a word to each other the entire drive, there really was no need, and I wasn't much in the mood for small talk.

Upon pulling into the driveway of the new house, Blaine realized that my Dad's car was parked in the open garage. Before Blaine could park the car I was unbuckling my seat belt and opening the car door. Without caring whether or not my hair became a frizzy mess; I sprang out of the tiny red car, sprinted up the driveway, and into the house. Curious as to why my father would be home.