Blaine was sat on his bed, his head thrown back against the headboard, his eyes closed tight. He twisted his phone over and over in his hand deciding whether to call Kurt again or throw it at the wall.

What the hell was going on? Yesterday he and Kurt were perfect, yesterday they had said goodbye with plans to see each other on Kurt's return to school but now his everything was in tatters. Kurt had lied to him, Kurt was in Jeff's room just down the corridor and if Christian was anything to go by had been there since last night. Great, just great his boyfriend was cheating with one of his best friends.

Chucking his phone on the floor and snatching his headphones from his dresser Blaine wedged them into his ears and attempted to drown out his thoughts with angry music. Blaine was usually one for more melodic music but that just wasn't going to cut it tonight, tonight he needed to vent is frustrations and loud angry lyrics were the way to go. Throwing himself back on his pillows he closed his eyes and flung his arm across his face releasing a frustrated scream into the dark room. He didn't notice his phone glow from its place on the floor as he wallowed in self pity and punk.

As Kurt and Jeff sat in silence after Nick's outburst Kurt pondered the situation he found himself in. Although he was not to blame for the assault, he was to blame for the ensuing difficulties that both he and Jeff now found themselves, his insistence that Blaine didn't find out had caused trouble for them both and that was now simply unacceptable.

Jeff was his friend, a good friend, a friend who deserved better than to be forced to lie to his boyfriend on his behalf. Nick was also a good friend, someone who didn't deserve to be lied to by either himself or Jeff and then there was Blaine. Blaine was perfect, Blaine had been nothing but wonderful to Kurt so why the hell was he being such a coward about telling him? What did he expect Blaine to do, dump him for being weak, leave him for allowing himself to be beaten by a guy twice his size? Kurt sighed heavily as he took out his phone and prodded the screen to life glancing at Jeff who seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

Kurt held the phone to his ear as he lay on Jeff's bed facing away from his friend.

Kurt wasn't surprised when Blaine's voicemail spoke to him instead of his boyfriend; clearly Blaine was still pissed and understandably hurt, steeling himself Kurt left his message and hung up the call.

"Blaine, it's me. Can I see you tomorrow? I know you know I'm at Jeff's and I know you don't understand but I would like the opportunity to explain to you if you will listen. I love you, K".

Closing his eyes Kurt willed sleep to come but it would evade him for several hours.

Out in the grounds a large figure made its way across the student parking, carefully staying out of the light cast by the street lamps. Dalton was sleeping, there was no-one around, no-one to question his presence, no-one to see him as he went about his task. Crouching beside the large black navigator the figure placed a hand inside his jacket, searching for something. Removing his hand a flash of silver caught in the moonlight as he brought it down swiftly against the tyre; again and again the silver glistened in the moonlight as more blows were brought to bear against the vehicles tyres.

A sheen of sweat shined across the figures forehead as he bought his arm up to wipe across his face. Looking down at his work he took a key and scratched the word 'FAG' into the driver's door. Standing he spat at the word and turned into the darkness.

Dalton continued to sleep.

Blaine unplugged his headphones and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, bracing his hands against the mattress. His head hurt. Maybe he had gone a little overboard with the volume, not that it mattered, he hadn't been able to drown out his thoughts and now he had a headache to go with them.

Shuffling over to his bathroom he reached out and turned on the tap; grabbing his toothbrush from its glass and placing it on the side of the basin, he rinsed the glass before filling it with cold water. Squatting down he opened the cabinet and reached for some Advil popping two from the blister pack he tossed the box randomly back into the cabinet and shut the door with a click.

Glancing at his reflection Blaine winced, he looked rough.

Tilting his head back he placed the tablets on his tongue and took a long drink from the glass letting the cool water take the tablets down his throat with one quick swallow.

Replacing the glass on the surface with a definite click, Blaine turned and headed back into his room. Over come with tiredness he allowed himself to crawl back onto his bed and pull the comforter over his head in an attempt to shut out the world. After a while, he pulled the blanket down and looked around his room, it was dark, he hadn't put a lamp on earlier and the moonlight coming through his window was casting strange shadows across his walls, the sharp pain in his head was gone but a low throbbing was left in its place which made sleep impossible. Throwing back the blanket Blaine stood and headed towards the door, enough was enough Jeff had to let him in, he had to see Kurt, he couldn't go on a moment longer not knowing what his boyfriend, if indeed he still had boyfriend was up to.

Walking out into the dim corridor Blaine headed for Jeff's room the gentle quietness of Dalton doing nothing to calm his fractious nerves.

Blaine stood outside Jeff's door for several minutes staring unfocused at the door before him before eventually raising his hand and knocking lightly. Surprisingly the door swung open fractionally and Blaine frowned as he placed his hand flat on the door and pushed it fully open.

Blaine stared at the scene in front of him not wanting to believe what he was actually seeing; the room was dark but he could clearly see Kurt, his Kurt, lying in Jeff's bed, fast asleep, wound tightly in a comforter. Unable to move from his position he didn't hear Jeff & Nick approach until Jeff placed his hand on the door knob and pull it closed it with a click.