Author's Note: Hi, so I'm so sorry I posted this chapter really late again. I've just been really caught up in things and haven't had the drive to write.

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"Okay, sweaters on that side, cardigans on the other. Do you think you can handle that, Finn?" Kurt lectured, running around the room organizing his things.

"Is he always this high-strung?" Jeff whispered into Blaine's ear.

"No, but when it comes to proper organization, Kurt Hummel settles for nothing less than perfect." Blaine smiled, his eyes twinkling slightly as he watched Kurt fly across the room, picking up stray clothes.

"You so like him." Jeff nudged Blaine.

"As a friend, of course. Nothing more. We are just two people who look out for each other." Blaine answered seriously, trying to keep the blush from spreading across his cheeks.

"Yeah, sure. And Bert and Ernie are totally just roommates…"

"They are! Anyways, they're puppets. They don't have sexualities." Blaine laughed.

"Whatever you say." Jeff answered, rolling his eyes and sitting up from the bed. "Well I'm going to go get some coffee with Nick. Want anything, lover boy?"

"Oh my god, Jeff we are just friends, how many times-"

"I'll just get you an espresso." Jeff cut Blaine off, and winked.

Why would he think I like Kurt more than friends? Does he know something I don't? Does Kurt like me? No, that can't be. He's been through so much, he wouldn't want to be in a relationship. But what if he does like me and I ignore it, then he'll think I hate him and we won't be friends and-

"Hello, earth to Blaine!" Kurt hollered, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Yes?" Blaine answered nonchalantly.

"Okay, so my dad and Finn are leaving, so I'm going to go escort them out. Would you care to accompany me?" Kurt asked, motioning a hand towards the door.

"Of course." Blaine smiled.

"Don't forget, your first Warbler meeting is today after school. And don't be late, please. Wes will throw a hissy fit. He's very, uh…uptight." Blaine smiled as Kurt's family drove away.

"Kurt Hummel is never, ever late for anything. Unless I'm having a major fashion meltdown, but obviously that won't be happening here." Kurt joked, motioning his hands over his uniform.

Woah, I never realized how totally hot Kurt looks in his uniform…or in anything. His hair, his lips, his-

"Erm, Blaine? What are you doing?" Kurt asked uncomfortably.

"Uh, I'm sorry, what?" Blaine said, snapping back into reality.

"You were just staring at me for a while." Kurt said with a confused expression.

What the hell Blaine? Now your creeping him out and-

"Whatever. When is Warbler rehearsal again?"

"Right after school until five. We usually have rehearsal during fifth period too, but Wes called for a stidy hall because Nick continuously failed his chemistry final. I know, it's a tight schedule but Wes insists that we have to have practice twice a day." Blaine answered, rolling his eyes.

"Same with New Directions, but most of the time people would just screw around and do nothing." Kurt responded, smiling at the memories flashing in his mind.

Blaine caught onto Kurt's expression and guilt quickly washed over him. I was the one that suggested this school, and now he regrets it. He is going to hate me and resent me for the rest of his life for tearing him away from his friends. Smooth move, Blaine.

"But I would mainly sit by myself, plotting outfits and creating scenarios in which I actually received solos." Kurt chuckled bitterly.

Without even realizing it, Blaine let out a huge breath of relief. He wasn't happy that Kurt sat alone most of his days in the one class he loved most, but was relieved that he wasn't tearing Kurt away from all of his friends. He is going to meet new friends here. Blaine thought. Friends that won't let him sit in the back of the class room alone. Friends like me.

"Council, we will now come to order. I would like to welcome our newest Warbler, Kurt Hummel." Wes announced as Kurt strutted in through the large, mahogany doors. Kurt smiled nervously, spotting Blaine immediately and Wes could see his fear wash away with Blaine's reassuring gaze. "And our oldest tradition for our newest Warbler, we would like to present you with Pavoratti. You are to look over him."

Wes could sense the fear immediately flood through the newest Warbler again as he received the bird.

"Hey I'll take him to work with me at the bottom of a coal mine." The boy chuckled nervously.

I like this kid. Wes thought quietly but kept his face sullen.

"A bird? The only other pet I had was a kitty named Persia and it wasn't even mine. It favored my mom and would only allow attention from her. I have no idea how to take care of this…thing." Kurt said in a mouthful, sitting in his dorm room with Blaine and his new roommate, Jeff.

"Dude, relax. When I came here they gave me a canary, too. His name was Crispin. The only other pet I had was a goldfish and he died three days after I bought him. Alas, Crispin lived a long, fulfilling little birdy life." Jeff said overdramatically.

"Yes, Crispin lived a whole three months until you-"

"Don't. Ever. Speak. About. That." Jeff said seriously, his stare shooting daggers into Blaine.

"What happened?" Kurt asked, eyeing the two boys curiously.

"Nothing. And I received a canary too, Jeeves. And my parents hated animals, so I had no idea what to do. Eventually he grew on me, and me and Jeeves were pretty good pals. Until he flew away…" Blaine frowned.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. And I guess I will try to get used to having a canary. He's pretty cute, and has a beautiful voice."

"He reminds me of you." Blaine said quickly, his face reddening quickly after realizing what he said.

Jeff's grin grew extremely wide and he cast a wink at Kurt, who along with Blaine, was a crimson red. "I think I'm going to go get a coffee with Nick. I'll leave you two here to flirt, but be safe." Jeff winked again, leaving the room.

"Um…" Kurt said quietly.

Blaine cleared his throat and sat up from the bed, observing the room as his face slowly flushed back to his natural color. "Would you like me to help you organize your closet? Finn didn't do so well yesterday."

"Please." Kurt smiled, setting Pavoratti down and beginning to lecture Blaine about the importance of organizing your closet.

"So Kurt, since you were being such a team player the other day in rehearsal by suggesting Rio by Duran Duran, we would like to offer you to audition for a solo at sectionals." Blaine asked as Kurt and Blaine were walking down the hall, shoulder to shoulder.

"I don't know Blaine, they didn't seem to appreciate my humor or my personality that much. Why would they offer me a solo?" Kurt asked, looking down at his hands in shame.

"Hey, no. Don't be hard on yourself. They just aren't used to allowing new people into their club. The last new Warbler was me, and it took them a while to warm up to. At first, they all seemed like they hated me. Time is all it takes, Kurt." Blaine reassured, forcing Kurt to look up at him.

"Okay." Kurt responded softly.

"Good, because the Kurt Hummel I know would never back down from a chance to shine." Blaine smiled, squeezing Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt said in front of the brick building, fearfully eyeing every person who passed by his car. He tried to focus his attention on why he came back to the place that brought him so much pain, but nothing could keep his mind off of the nervous spiders crawling around in his stomach, signaling for him to leave right now. His trail of thought was cut off briefly by the sound of his phone buzzing.

Hey Kurt, where are you? I came by to help you rehearse for your solo and you were gone.

-Blaine

Just running a few errands. I'll be back soon.

-Kurt

Kurt texted back, partially lying. He was hopefully going to be back soon, but he wasn't running an errand. He was at his hell hole- McKinley High to receive advice from his arch nemesis. His idea suddenly seemed extremely dumb, and he made to start his car and leave as he saw his tormentor walk right past his door. Kurt's face turned ghost white, trying to keep him from sobbing, in hopes the man wouldn't look his way. His hopes were shattered as Karofsky peered inside of Kurt's car, an evil grin toying across his face.

"Look who decided to come back. You really couldn't keep away from me, could you? I knew you had a thing for me. Too bad you couldn't please your boyfriend enough to keep him though." Karofsky laughed evilly into Kurt's slightly ajar window.

His words completely ripped apart Kurt's heart. Too bad you couldn't please your boyfriend enough to keep him though kept playing in his head as he tried to block out Karofsky's constant pounding on his window, trying to get Kurt to open the door. Tears starting pooling in the back of Kurt's eyes before he completely broke down.

"And now the weak little homo is crying. What else is new?" Karofsky chuckled, attempting to fit his hand into the small space of the open window, grabbing for Kurt's hair.

"Just leave me alone, Karofsky." Kurt sobbed.

"Open the door then. Or are you too weak to take another beating. I thought you were into that kind of stuff, I see scars all over your body." Karofsky teased.

My scars. The ones you gave me or the self- inflicted ones? Kurt thought before he realized what Karofsky just admitted. Oh my gosh he checks me out. He is sexually harassing me right now, again.

Kurt moved to the passanger side of the car, where the windows were completely rolled up and he was out of reach. He fumbled to find his phone and clumsily dialed Blaine's number by heart.

"Hi, Kurt." Blaine said cheerfully. "What's u-"

"Blaine help me. I'm at McKinley and Karofsky found me and-" Kurt said, his voice hoarse from his constant crying.

"Come here and fight me like a man, Hummel." Karofsky screamed as he grabbed a rock from the pavement and smashed it into Kurt's window, glass shooting everywhere and piercing Kurt's porcelain skin.

"Shit, Kurt are you okay? I'm calling for help right now. I will be there in a minute." Blaine said, his voice filled with fear and anger.

Kurt froze and dropped his phone, his face losing all color, as little pieces of glass pierced into his skin. He sat still as Karofsky continuously began punching Kurt across the face from the now broken window. He sat still as Karofsky wrapped his meaty fingers around Kurt's neck, choking the vibrancy, the joyfulness, the enthusiasm, the happy young man out of Kurt. He sat still until Kurt was nothing but a body without a soul, he sat still until he couldn't breathe anymore.

AN: I'M SO SORRY. DON'T HATE ME. ): I know the ending was super sad, and I cried writing it.

And I know this chapter is pretty OOC, with Karofsky like rudely hitting on Kurt and then yunno, choking him. But that's why this story is sort of AU.

What do you guys think will happen? What do you want to happen? You can respond in the comment section below, if you would like. (:

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"There's nothing wrong with you. There's a lot wrong with the world you live in. And definitely get out of high school and make everyone sorry."
― Chris Colfer