A/N: Hey guys! I hope you're excited for this next chapter, I had fun trying to write it. Also, I'm sorry it takes me forever to update, I have to be in a certain mood to write this story. Well, Here you go Chapter 2: If You Only Knew! (P.S. Reviews make me happy!:)

Blaine

The look Karofsky had given Kurt in the lunchroom startled me. What had scared me even worse was that Kurt was just staring back at him. Was that why Kurt had started to cry in the hallway? Was there something he hasn't shared with me?

Now that I'm thinking about it, Kurt seems to have been a little off. His hair isn't in its normal fashion, and instead of some fabulous rain coat, he's wearing my hoodie. I'm not complaining about the hoodie thing though, I love when he wears my things.

In the passenger seat, Kurt huffs a tiny sigh. I pull up to his house, and straighten up my posture. Mr. Hummel is home. I hadn't called him yet, though. Had Finn called him? Before I could process what he was doing, Kurt had his seat-belt off and was running up the driveway into the house.

"Kurt!" I called through the still open passenger door, but it was no use. He was already inside.

A little hysterically, I park my tiny red VW, and hurry into the house. I stop in front of the entrance into the house where Kurt had disappeared. Should I knock? Should I just walk in? Should I use the front entrance? ...Should I just go home? I decided to just walk in, but do so in a quiet manner, so if something were happening, I would not disturb my boyfriend and his father.

I'm not going to tell you it was eerily quiet, or that all I heard were quiet sobs, because that was not what I heard at all. I heard a microwave popping popcorn, and a television playing some commercial trying to sell a menial product that nobody needed or wanted. I heard Kurt's voice pipe something, which received a chuckle from Burt.

I raise one of my eyebrows in surprise, not at all expecting this when I stepped into the house. Still not so sure whether or not to make my presence known, I feel my cell phone buzz in my back pocket. I reach for it, it's from Kurt:

Are you coming in or not?

I quietly reach for the door I had just walked through, open it stealthily, and close it loudly, letting my presence known.

"Hey! No need to be slamming doors around here, okay?" Burt warned.

"Yes, sir Mr. Hummel." I walk the short path into the kitchen.

"Okay so you know I'm fine with you two being alone here, well frankly because I know neither of you can get pregnant. So, I'm OK with you both being here now, it looks like Kurt needs a little mental health time, and I'm glad he has you to help work through things, Blaine." Mr. Hummel volunteered. "So, uh, I'll be in front of the television until Deadliest Catch is over, then I'm back to work, so-"

"OK, Thanks Dad. We understand. Can I go lie down now?" Kurt broke in.

"Yeah sure."

Burt glances at me, I just nod gloomily, and proceed to follow hesitantly behind Kurt. At the top of the staircase I hear Mr. Hummel whimper "Oh no! My popcorn burned!" I find myself chuckling, and walk through the doorway to Kurt's bedroom.

My slightly happy mood vanishes as soon as I walk through the doorway. The sight of Kurt in this state breaks my heart. Kurt is curled up in the fetal position, right smack in the middle of his bed.

It took my whole being to not run over to him. I knew I had to coax the problem out of him, but it was just so hard trying to be strong right now. I took several measured steps to Kurt's bed. He didn't flinch when I climbed on, or even when I wrapped my arms around him. Kurt let out out a small whimper, and my heart melted.

"Kurt? Honey, what's going on?" I whisper into his ear, concern and love filling my voice.

"No no no no no no no no," He kept whispering.

"Kurt? You need to tell someone what's wrong. It doesn't have to be me. You can tell your-" A loud "NO" cut me off. "I'll tell you." He whispered softly.

Kurt untangled himself from my arms and sat cross-legged facing me. His eyes were red, swollen, and damp. I sit up, cross my legs and motion for him to start. It took him a couple of minutes to gather himself, and I sat there patiently.

Kurt took a deep breath and began to speak shakily, "I've been having these weird dreams." He starts off. "And they are mostly based at school," Kurt reaches for my hand, weaving our fingers together. "They all involve Dave Karofsky." Both of us shudder at his name. There are no words for how much I hate that teenage football player.

"What happens in your dreams?" I persist.

"Not much, really. But it still scares me. They have been coming true." Kurt starts squeezing my hand, my face must have turned bright red from the pure anger I was feeling. Kurt continues, "They're just small things like him glaring at me, or pushing me into a locker. But I remember the dreams. I can recall them, remember every detail. One happened today, in the cafeteria. I'm scared for the next dream." He admitted.

"What was your next dream?" I storm.

"It's tomorrow, I know what outfit I was wearing in the dream. Which is the one I've planned for tomorrow." He pauses. "He corners me in the choir room, I don't know what he does next though. I was woken up."

It was silent in Kurt's room for a very long time. Neither of us counted how long we sat there staring at each other, fearfully. Not letting go of the others hands. Finally I spoke, "You're not going to school tomorrow."

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I'm sorry this is awfully short. But I hope it's good in your eyes. Do you have any ideas on what will happen next? Tell me in your review!