Just a small chapter. I wanted to update but I have been so busy with work lately it's been hard to do so. sorry!

The tingling sensation of the cold brathed heavily down his neck as the leaves had begun to turn from a lush green and into a haze of auburn hues as autumn presented itself. Pulling the soft cream scarf to tighten it he breathed out a white mist and cradled his arms gently whilst rubbing his navy jacket before he felt a strong arm wrap around his shoulder.

Kurt smiled softly at the gesture, leaning inot Blaine's soft embrace as they both walked down the street with their feet clacking against the puddles of water that had begun to stain the sidewalk in a series of watery mirrors, the lights reflecting the streetlights and stars. The bell chimed as they walked into breadsticks, taking off their gloves as Blaine made his way to check in the reservation leaving Kurt to discard his jacket and allow the waiter to take it for safe keeping and scan the room. Many couples sat at tables apart from a few small groups with candles decorated in a simplistic yet elegant way that made the ambience relaxing and comfortable. A tap on his shoulder turn to a caring tug on the arm as Blaine guided them to their seats near the window, a spot where both teens could admire the warmth from inside, the sounds of the rain mixed in with the piano and the view of an empty street.

"What would you like? I'll order." Blaine spoke softly edging the menu over to his slender boyfriend to pick first, being ever so the gentleman which made Kurt smile as his hand crept over to his, their fingertips grazing. He took a deep breath and his head jerked slightly forward as he tried to speak once more, "I-I..." he clenched his lips together as his eyebrows began to kot in frustration. Blaine moved his hand atop of Kurt's and rubbed his thumb softly.

"It's ok, we have plenty of time to order..." Kurt's gaze softened as he met Blaine's honey eyes. "I'll go get us some drinks from the bar whilst you decide." The warmth of Blaine's hand was replaced with the cooler tone of room temperature as he vacated the seat across from him. Kurt sighed slightly, disappointed with himself, he had been doing so well! They had spent the past week painting and learning to talk at the same time, sure it had felt somewhat humiliating at first, Blaine would spell out simple colours that Kurt would be using whilst painting like a teacher talking to a child. Speech therapy was going brilliantly, Blaine would stay at Dalton and his Dad would do the exercises at the clinic with him.

Leaning his chin on the palm of his hand he tapped his porcelain cheek lightly as his crystal blue eyes scanned the room with no particular interest, he'd noticed Blaine had bumped into an old friend and was taken with chatting for a while and then turned his attention to other people dining that evening. Sitting upright his heart fluttered in happiness as he spotted two girls just a few tables away clad in cheerleading uniform nibbling on the conmplimentary breadsticks, Blaine came back with two cola's and placed the ice cold drinks on the table, blocking the view of the girls' to which Kurt protested by crooning his neck to get a better look. "Aren't those your frineds'? Santana and... Brittany wasn't it?" Kurt nodded enthusiastically as he stretched his arm gaining the attention of the blonde girl facing his way who waved frantiaclly causing Santana to look behind cautiously before smiling at the sight of Kurt.

The two girls got up and walked over to the table, Kurt standing to hug the two girls' as Blaine smiled broadly at the sight. "Is he a unicorn too Kurt? does this make him your dolphin?" Brittany's eyes sparkled in curiousity as she asked the question to which Santana rolled her eyes and Kurt nodded affirmative leaving his boyfriend slightly confused at the random sentance.

"I'm gonna borrow Kurt for a moment Hobbit so look after Britts huh?" Santana didn't give him time to respond before dragging Kurt away by linking arms and pulling him out of sight. Kurt only saw Britt sit down and start playing with Blaine's bowtie before he came face to face with the raven haired latina who had a serious look adorning her face as she put her nail file away in her purse.

"I've seen him."

Kurt felt his chest ache as he tried to supress tears leving his eyes glassy with moisture as he nodded his head a bit for her to continue. "He's not dead so that's good, he hasn't been back to school yet but he tolde me he has transferred." Santana watched the tall boy nod slowly the new information. "Look Kurt, he wants to see you. I know no one has let you near him since the accident but he still loves you, he'd hate to see you like this."

"Y-Yes..."

Santana looked utterly stunned, Finn had mentioned he had started to talk but she hadn't expected to hear his voice againe. She had nearly forgotten what his voice sounded like.

"I'll phone you soon with the deets."

Sitting back down in his seat as Brittany moved he noted the warmth of the seat and smiled largely at Brittany saying something about 'Lord Of The Rings' before heading back to the table her and Santana had booked. Kurt had found himself unable to concentrate with the new information fresh in his mind and found himslef snapping back to reali when Blaine's thumb stroked his cheek lightly.

"You ok? You seem...in thought." The caress fell short as the waitress came back wtih their food in which Kurt looked questioningly at Blaine who had clearly ordered for him. "Hey, you said you liked pasta..." Kurt found himself smiling at the sweet gesture and the unsteady tone of Blaine's voice when he thought he did something wrong before leaing over and placing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth and then focusing on the food.

Making his way to Lima in his navigator Kurt felt sick. He had told his Dad he was out with Blaine and Blaine thought he was out spending time with his Dad, he felt terrible for lying to them but after what had been said to Blaine and the opinion his Dad had he knew they couldn't possibly understand- the speech thing was also a problem.

One minute in the driveway felt like fifteen and his hands were starting to sweat as his palms gripped the wheel tightly before he shot out of the car door and stared at the small house. It was quaint with a small green garden next to the drive.

Mking his way to the door he paused before knocking the door and awaiting it to open, he could run back to the car, he had enough time- the back flips in his stomach was telling him to do so but his heart made sure his feet remained glued to the porch. The door opened revealing a large boy about the same age with a bandaged arm and a bruised face, the marks a mix between purple and yellow as the bruises began to fade.

His mouth made a thin but unsure smile as he stepped aside allowing Kurt to come into his home. "It's so...good, to see you...I'm so sorry Kurt." The larger boy started to cry a bit and Kurt felt his heart break at the sight, pulling him into a conforting hug as he also began to cry.

"I-I-It's... O-ho-Kaaaaay, D-D-Dave."

So does anyone have any guess of what happened yet? Kurt seems ok with Dave...or is he?

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-Eve