Sam turned from Tina, already running out of the room.

"Hey, dude!" someone shouted behind him. Angry and feeling like he was already late, he whipped around.

"What?" he yelled. "What could you possibly, possibly need right now that can't wait?" Jake was standing there. Sam felt a little bad for yelling at him, but honestly, he needed to leave.

"You should take Kurt to see Blaine," Jake said.

"What?" Sam said. He didn't know what he had been expecting but that certainly wasn't it.

"Blaine needs people right now, man. Everyone he can. We shouldn't go – we haven't exactly been supportive, and I get that. But Kurt's been there for him before."

"I – you're right," Sam said. "I'll call Kurt."

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"Hello?" Kurt said quietly, holding up a finger for Rachel to be quiet. He had just gotten a call from Sam. Truthfully, Kurt had been hoping that Blaine would call him.

He couldn't believe that he'd kissed Blaine again, kissed the love of his life again, and that Blaine had the audacity to say that he wanted to stay friends for a bit.

Yeah, Kurt knew first hand that long-distance relationships were hard, but that didn't mean they couldn't make it. After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

They could have done it.

"Hey, Kurt," Sam's voice said. "It's Sam. I'm going out to Dalton because something's happened with Blaine-"

"Is he all right?" Kurt immediately blurted out. "Is he okay? What happened?"

"I – I think he's alright, at least physically, but I was wondering if you wanted to come-"

"Of course, Sam," Kurt interrupted again.

"Great," Sam said. "I'll explain when I get there. It should be about ten minutes. Thank you, Kurt."

Kurt held the phone at his ear for a few moments after Sam hung up.

Sam had sounded rushed and concerned and everything one friend should sound for another.

However, his last words had surprised Kurt. He'd said thank you. Sam said it in a quiet, meaningful tone that Kurt had almost never heard him use before.

Why?

Kurt understood that Sam and Blaine were close friends. Actually, he knew that Sam was probably the only person – excluding himself hopefully– from McKinley that Blaine still trusted. So of course Sam cared for Blaine.

And Sam's concern was worrying Kurt. Kurt had so many different situations flying through his head.

Sam had said that Blaine was okay physically.

What did that mean?

Had something happened? Did Hunter do something?

Kurt felt like an idiot for doing nothing to keep Hunter away from Blaine. After all, he'd seen Hunter hit Blaine, in the face.

Why had he done nothing?

Kurt grabbed his jacket and wallet, preparing for the ride to Dalton. Blaine needed him. Honestly, he wished that Blaine had called him instead of Sam about whatever was wrong.

Although he did appreciate that Sam had called him. Kurt knew that he wanted to part of Blaine's life again.

He loved Blaine.

And he was sure that, deep inside, Blaine loved him.

They were soul mates.

Hadn't they always been? From the moment they met, they knew that what they had was special.

That didn't mean that they didn't fight or that there weren't misunderstandings.

It just meant that they could make it through them.

The doorbell rang, and Kurt leaped up from where he'd been waiting, tearing the door open. Sam was standing there, fiddling his hands and look nervous.

"Hi, Kurt," he said, but Kurt could easily see that Sam's thoughts were miles away – at Dalton, most likely. Kurt wasn't offended; he knew that there was no way he could hold a real conversation without spacing out, either.

"What happened to Blaine?" Kurt demanded as they walked towards the car.

"Hunter told them – you know, Blaine, Trent, and the other guy – that they had to take the steroids or leave the Warblers."

Kurt swallowed hard. Blaine had had to leave the Warblers. No wonder he wanted his friends – true friends - with him.

"Oh no," Kurt said quietly. "Do you think he'll be okay without them?"

"What?" Sam asked, looking confused. "Oh, oh no, man. Blaine didn't quit. Trent did – he's the one that called me. Blaine took the drugs…"

"Blaine took the –" Kurt repeated, shocked. "But I thought…"

"I know," Sam agreed. "I can't imagine him agreeing to something like that."

"Why?" Kurt said, his voice quiet.

"I don't know," Sam sighed. "But I'm – we're – going to find out because Blaine is our friend – or more – and we need to help him."

"Definitely," Kurt agreed. "You know, I'm surprised the New Directions didn't all demand to come."

Sam shifted uncomfortably for a moment, and Kurt looked at him, wondering why he seemed on edge.

"I was sorta short with them – well, with Tina. They haven't all been the nicest to Blaine since he left, and Tina had the nerve to- never mind."

"No, Sam, tell me," Kurt said, anger beginning to rush through him. No wonder Blaine had felt alone. The New Directions were supposed to make others feel at home when they didn't have one in the horror that was high school. They weren't supposed to make people feel alone, even when they did things the Club didn't approve of.

After all, Glee Club was supposed to be about family.

"Tine told me…" Sam paused and cleared his throat awkwardly. "That Blaine had an obvious crush on me, and people would think that I was gay if I kept hanging out with him."

"What?" Kurt shouted, his anger pushed over the edge. Hell, his anger was long past the edge. For nice, caring Tina, of all people, to imply that gay people couldn't be friends with straight guys was ridiculous. "I can't believe that that bitch would say something like that!"

"I know," Sam agreed, clenching the steering wheel a bit harder with fury. "I told her that Blaine's one of my best friends, and that I don't care in the slightest. Honestly, I think Blaine just wants someone to love him, but he still feels a bit guilty about what happened with you."

Kurt felt a flash of pain in his chest when Sam mentioned the cheating. Yeah, it still hurt, though it was much more muted. Now, Kurt was ready to make new memories with Blaine that would cover up – not erase – and allow both he and Blaine a chance to make things right.

Sam continued driving, and they talked about some stupid, pointless things, neither able to tear their thoughts away from Blaine.

Neither able to forget the boy that charmed his way into their hearts.

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Trent closed Blaine's door almost silently. He'd spent a good thirty minutes after calling Sam (which he still felt an annoying guilt about even though he knew he'd done it to help Blaine) staring at Blaine creepily while he slept.

Now, however, he knew that Blaine was only sleeping, and he honestly felt so messed up for staring at his friend for so long.

He glanced at Blaine one more time, hearing his cough softly as he closed the door.

Would he have waited ten more seconds, he would have realized the coughing wasn't stopping.

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Hey, guys! How's it going!

I hope you like this chapter! I'm a bit angry right now, and I'm worried it affected my writing. I have a B in AP Psych that I really want to get to an A, and we have to do a group project.

Normally, I'd be excited, as it seems like it'll be interesting. However, I'm paired with two girls that have Ds in the class, and I'm honestly terrified that they'll screw it up.

So, what do you think? What's wrong with Blaine? Warning: I had to do medical research for what is to come! Please review!

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