Kurt unlocked the door and walked in dumping his bag on the floor by the door and kicking off his boots sighing in relief as his feet broke free from the material. Don't get me wrong he loved those boots like he loved Broad Way but they killed the heel of his foot. He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge biting his lip he really needed to go shopping for groceries. He grabbed a diet coke and closed it again smoothing down his sweater and walking out into the hall grabbing his bag and taking it up stairs with him to his room. He grabbed the sheet music that e was going to use to audition for Glee club again this term and walked over to his CD collection. It took him a while to find the one he wanted but then again so would you if you had over four hundred of them. He put the CD in the player and grabbed the remote. He plugged his laptop into the charger and started it up and then sat on his bed with his back pulling out his English homework and started writing about how Shakespeare's life effected his plays and poems. He stopped after a few lines and got facebook up on his laptop logging on and scanning through his notifications of people posting things on his wall like 'you fag' and 'you suck' but he was used to it by now and it didn't really bother him. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that he had a friend request. He clicked on the icon and read the name 'Blaine Anderson.' Kurt sighed and shook his head, Blaine was a good guy and he didn't want him to get involved with him. He looked at the photo of Blaine with a girl with blond hair and blue eyes and bit his lip as he found himself clicking on his profile without thinking about it. His relationship was single. But why do I even care? Kurt asked himself as a hopeful little bubble rose in his chest. He was interested in women and that bubble popped. Kurt shrugged to himself trying to convince himself that he didn't care when he did. There were lot's of wall posts on his profile, most were 'Miss you!" quiet a few were very pretty looking girls. Looks like he was quiet a ladies man back at his old school. Kurt logged off not saying yes or no to the request. He didn't want Blaine to get involved with him and get hurt. He went back to his homework and turned on the CD player singing along to his song choice whilst doing his homework so he could practise at the same time. Of course his song was no other then the wicked song 'Limited' that was his second favourite from 'Defying Gravity.'

"Kurt, there s a boy in the shop down here to see you," Kurt's Dad Burt called. Kurt frowned, who would visit him? He got off his bed anyway shoving all his books in his back into his bag and closing his laptop placing it back on his desk before he wondered down the stairs. His Dad Burt was a short, plump man who had thinning hair and the same blue eyes as his son. Apart from that they were completely different from each other. He was wearing his work blue work overalls that always seemed to be covered in grease and oil no matter how many times Kurt washed it. He had a spanner in had and he still had his work boots on his feet so Kurt guessed he had come straight up the street from his garage to tell Kurt.

"You could have called Dad," Kurt said rolling his eyes with a smile, "there are these things called phones."

"Oi cheeky, I did call but you had that bloody music up too loud for you too hear, now get your ass down to the garage," Burt said with a slight chuckle, Kurt was so much like his mother something he swore he could see her looking through at him through Kurt's eyes.

"Alright. Alright keep your hair on," Kurt said mentally thinking 'well what's left of it anyway."

Kurt slipped his boots back on and followed his Dad out of the door feeling very curious as too who was going to visit him. He walked into his Dads garage saying a quick hello to Cindy and all the other guys that worked there. He stopped at were a guy called Ben was working. He was looking at the car with a puzzled look on his face. Kurt sighed walking past him, "That needs reconnecting," he said, growing up when you're Dad as his own garage you find out a lot of about cars. He turned around to see Blaine looking at him with a raised eyebrow, "You know about cars?" he asked.

Blaine gulped, Kurt knew about cars? And since when had that been so sexy? He watched as Kurt smirked, "I know a thing or two" he said pointing to a pair of ovals which belong to Kurt, it wasn't hard to tell; it was the same blue colour as all the rest but cleaner and it was pretty hard to miss the word 'Kurt' on the back that had been made in millions of different coloured sequins.

"Wow," Blaine said with a slight laugh.

"You have no idea how long it took to put on all those sequins." Kurt said walking up the ovals and running his hand over the back, and then he turned to Blaine, "So any particular reason you came?"

"Too see you," Blaine shrugged, "I was really bored and you're the only friend I've got so…"

"Friend?" Kurt asked biting his lip and looking at the floor.

"What?" Blaine asked, "You act like you don't have any friends!"

"Of course I do…There's Mercedes and…and," Kurt said then he sighed and shrugged, "I don't need anyone. I can fend for myself."

"I'm sure you can," Blaine said stepping forward and resting his hand on Kurt's arm, "But now you've got me too." He smiled at Kurt and Kurt smiled back. "So any cool places around here?"

"You don't want to be seen with me, too dangerous," Kurt said shaking his head.

"Well, then can we go back to yours for a bit?" Blaine asked, he blushed at the things that ran through his head. A guy Blaine! How many times do you have to tell yourself that?

"Umm…Sure," Kurt said shrugged. Blaine had no idea why but he linked arms with Kurt and pulled him out of the shop not caring about the looks that he got from the people working and also Kurt's Dad Burt who looked furious. Kurt let him lead him too the door before Kurt dropped his arm at the door.

Blaine followed Kurt to his house; it was about the same size of Blaine's and Blaine followed Kurt into the house, kicked of his shoes like Kurt did and followed him upstairs into what Blaine guessed was Kurt's bedroom. He looked around and saw that Kurt's room was very grown up apart from the Broad Way posters all over the walls. The room was very white, but it wasn't boring it was very tastefully done. There was a huge white desk with a mirror hanging beside it with lights shining around it like the ones that you see in dressing rooms in old movies. He had a king sized bed that had black covers and white and black pillow covers. Blaine dumped his jacket on Kurt's bed and sat down on the bed, Kurt sat next to him smiling.

"So," Blaine said, "I did actually come here for another reason."

"Ha! I knew it," Kurt laughed, "What's up?"

"What's that boy's name? The one who…who…this morning?" Blaine finished.

"Dave," Kurt growled looking away from Blaine, "Dave Karofsky."

"Kurt," Blaine found himself sighing, "can I help?"

"No," Kurt said still not looking at Blaine, "you can't, no one can. I'm alone Blaine and I accepted that a long time ago."

"But your not any more," Blaine said, "You've got me

Kurt's head snapped up, he had tears in his eyes but they angry…what Blaine is that turning you on? "Are you gay?" Kurt asked still looking at him with those intense smouldering eyes.

"No," Blaine said his voice coming out sharp, not like he wanted to. Could Kurt read his thoughts?

Kurt suddenly got to his feet, "Well I'm sorry the idea offends you so much," he hissed, "I think you should go."

"No, Kurt I didn't mean it like that I was…" Blaine started to explain.

"You have no idea, no idea what it's like being bullied for being who you are, you come from where ever the hell you are with your beautiful girl friend, and mates and being popular. You don't understand one little bit so just go!" Kurt said his voice coming out in a shout.

Blaine winced, "Kurt please, I want to help!" he begged desperately.

"Then get out," Kurt muttered darkly.

Blaine sighed getting to his feet and walked out the door his head in his heads, this is not how he wanted things to go. He ran down the stars and was just about to put his shoes on and leave when he realised he had left his jacket on Kurt's bed. He sighed going back up stairs. He was just about to knock when he heard a low sob echo out from the room. Blaine frowned and opened the door. Kurt was lying on his bed on his side holding a photo frame to his chest. Tears were streaming down his eyes in a regular pattern and he kept gasping for breath as the tears fell down his soft porcelain skin. Blaine's eyes widened and he rushed over to Kurt's side who hadn't realised that Blaine had come in.

"Kurt," Blaine said putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt's rolled over in surprise his eyes wide, his face flushed in embarrassment when he saw Blaine standing there, "Are you okay?"

"I thought I told you to go," Kurt said his voice breaking.

"I left my jacket," Blaine said, before he realised what he was doing he lay down next to Kurt on the bed and wrapped his arms around the thin boy who was shaking a little bit and pulled his close to his chest. Kurt struggled at first but Blaine didn't let him go, Kurt suddenly stopped trying to get out of Blaine's hold and melted close to him sobbing loudly, the photo frame the only thing stopping there chests to be pressed up against each other like Blaine strangely wanted.

"I'm sorry," Kurt sobbed struggling to get closer to Blaine but then stopping, afraid Blaine would push him away.

"Kurt, you have nothing to be sorry for," Blaine whispered pulling Kurt closer wanting to feel Kurt against him. He wasn't gay was he? No of course not! Kurt was just a quite feminine guy and that's the bit you like, that's all. The two boys didn't say a word, just lat there holding each other. And even though Blaine was denying it, it felt so good…so right and he never want to pull away. Unfortunately Kurt did still clutching the photo frame to his chest in a protective manor

"What's that?" Blaine asked gently looking at the photo frame but not trying to take it in anyway, he didn't want to freak Kurt out at all. Kurt looked up at Blaine and bit his lip like he was deciding something before he turned the frame around to show Blaine. The frame was plan sliver with engraved swirls around the outside and in the middle was a picture of a women and a baby, the women had green eyes and brown hair with flicks of red in it, her skin was white and flawless, her face was a perfect heart shape and her hair was brushed back so more of her face could be on show, there were no wrinkles on her face but there were laugh lines in the corners of her eyes as he looked as if she was laughing there and then, she was thin her lips were a dark rosy pink. She looked so much like Kurt it was unbelievable. The baby could only be Kurt, the same eyes, the same porcelain skin of his mothers; he was adorable, even as a baby he looked thin and tall and beautiful.

"Wow," Blaine said, "Is that your mom? She's beautiful."

"Yeah" Kurt nodded, "She died of cancer."

"Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine gasped watching as Kurt bit his lip.

"When I was seven," he whispered, "I still miss her so much,"

"Kurt," Blaine said biting his lip; he had no idea how to comfort this beautiful boy.

"She'd know what to do you know?" Kurt said looking of into the distance; she always knew how to make things better."

"She sounds amazing," Blaine smiled putting his hand on Kurt's.

"She was….she is," Kurt said gulping and bringing himself back to reality to find Blaine's hand wrapped tightly around his.

"You look just like her," Blaine said squeezing Kurt's hand. Whoa, Blaine just said his mom was beautiful…and then said that he looked just like her. Did he just called him beautiful? No Kurt, don't get your hopes up, he didn't mean it like that.

"Thanks," Kurt smiled then he sighed, "I'm so messed up, no ones ever going to love me."

"Sure they will," Blaine said with a smile, why the hell did he immediately think of him, him loving Kurt? "Everyone's a mess, including me."

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes, "Thanks."

"For what?" Blaine asked.

"Making me feel better, making me laugh and making me feel…you kinda make me feel safe," Kurt admitted flushing slightly.

"I'm glad," Blaine smiled, and he saw. He didn't know why but he did. He wanted Kurt to feel safe and wanted around him because he wanted Kurt. Not in that way…did he? No he wasn't gay! "I should go, my parents will think I got lost or something."

"Oh, okay," Kurt shrugged looking a bit disappointed but then looking at Blaine with a smile that made Blaine's heart race.

"But I'll see you tomorrow," Blaine said, "You can show me around."

"No, no Blaine you can't go anywhere near me at school," Kurt panicked, "They beat you up. It's too dangerous."

"I don't care," Blaine said getting to his feet, "I'm going to be friends with who I'm friends with and they can't stop it." He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room closing the door behind him…

Kurt groaned falling back on his bed, so much for not falling in love with him; no matter how hard he tried he knew that this guy was going to break his heart….

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