A/N - Sorry for the wait RL's been super busy.
Thanks to nlthalia for betaing this chapter.

Disclaimer - Don't own Glee. Don't own Kurt. Don't own Blaine...but it's my 21st birthday in a month and he is on my list!

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Kurt

What is wrong with me? Telling my Dad and Carole was supposed to make this better…well, maybe not better, but at least make me feel better. Having somebody on my side. But itdidn't help. I'm more scared than ever.
Karofsky seems to be around every corner, and it's not just him; the hockey, basketball, and football players all seem to have made a pact against me.
I constantly feel like I'm having a panic attack and everyone else is startingto realize how bad I really am. I know they think they're being sneaky about it, but New Directions really can't be discreet about anything. The boys are finding reasons to walk with me to class, even the ones they aren't in, and the girls are constantly dragging me into conversations, whether it's about their clothes, the latest gossip, or even if I think witches really eat children (that last one was Brittany).
Sitting in Glee Cub now, I look around at all of my friends, most of whom used to beat me up or, at most, ignore me.

"Kurt!" I look up from the floor to see the club and Mr Schue staring at me with concern.
"Yes, Finn," I reply, as calmly as I can with so many people looking at me.
"Your text alert's gone off like, five times."
"Oh." I reach down and, without looking at the screen, turn my phone off.
"Aren't you going to check who it's from? Maybe it's your dad or Blaine?"
"No. I don't want to answer it at the moment." How am I supposed to tell my friends that Karofsky has given my number to all the other jocks in this crappy school, and a normal day in my life now includes avoiding my phonebecause of the names, death threats, and suicide instructions regularly sentto my phone?
"Did you and Blaine have a fight?" Mercedes asks, taking hold of my hand from where she sits next to me.
"No. We haven't had a fight. I know it's not him because he has Warblerpractice until 3:30 today, then we're meeting for coffee at 5. And he knowsthat we have practice until 4 and won't text me until after. Plus I know it's not my dad because if there was something he wanted to talk to me about and itcouldn't wait until after school he'd call, and if it was an emergency hewould phone the school."
Watching the rest of the club exchange glances, I hope they drop it for once and don't get nosy like they usually do.I really don't want everyone to make a big deal out of what's happening at themoment. We need to focus on sectionals, coming up in a few weeks.
"So what's going on with you and prince dapper?" Quinn asks, turning around togrin at me from her spot next to of the girls spin to look at me with identical smirks on their faces they've been taking every opportunity to mention Blaine since they had met himat the school the week before. And to be honest, I can't really blame them. Iwould do the same, and in the past year I have done the same to them.
"Nothing is going on. He's just a friend. Two gay guys can be friends withoutanything else getting in the way. And I don't believe we should be talkingabout this while Mr Schue is trying to teach." Okay, so I'm taking thecoward's way out. Sue me. Locking eyes with Mr Schuester, I let a small smileform on my face as I try not to laugh. I do like being the center ofattention, when something good's finally happening to Glee Club finishes, I make my way out to the parking lot, making sure tostay with the rest of the club. I glance around continuously as I keep up withthe conversation. I know the Jocks like to use the gym after school to workout, and I don't particularly want to have another run in with any of themtoday. I'm already walking around in stained and sticky clothes because I'vegone through the two spare outfits I brought in today. Note to self: keep extra spares in car. I have a feeling days like today are going to happen moreoften.Checking the time, I make sure I'm in my Navigator with the door locked aseveryone else starts pulling out of the lot. Giving a final wave to myfriends, I head home to change before meeting Blaine.

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Blaine

"Oh God, Kurt! What happened? Are you okay? You look like you haven't sleptsince I saw you last week," I exclaim as I look at him, stunned.
He sinks intothe seat opposite me.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." The weak smile he shoots at me beforestaring at the table and refusing to make eye contact doesn't make me feel anybetter as he sips at his usual coffee order, already sitting in front of him.
I continue to watch him, taking in the beautiful blue eyes that have sunkeninto his face. The dull look is intensified by the dark shadows under hiseyes, standing out on extremely pale skin. I watch as his shaking hands bringthe cup up for another sip.
Something is wrong. Something else has happened. Well, something even worse than what was already happening to the amazing boy in front of me.
"It's fine, Blaine. I feel like all we ever talk about is me. How's school? Did you pass that math test you were worried about? What about Wes' party on Saturday, how was that?" Shaking my head at the obvious diversion, I sigh.
"Fine. But we're talking about what you're avoiding later, Kurt."

Half an hour later, we still sat at the same table, our cups now empty. A plate sits in the middle that used to contain a large cookie, that we split between us.
We had relaxed once we started talking about other things: my school, our separate glee clubs, and the drama that apparently comes from just being in a high school glee club.
It's nearly six, and he will have to be leaving soon to get home for dinner.
And we still haven't talked about what's been happening to him in the last week, or what had him so shaken up when he walked in this afternoon. Before I could break Kurt's happy mood and ask him about what's been happening, Kurt starts talking.
"I know you want to know what's been happening and thank you for not pushingme to tell you straight away. I just lie to pretend everything's normal for alittle while. But you deserve to know." I watch him take a breath as he reaches into his bag.
"It's been getting worse this past week. The nightmares are bad. I can barely get more than a couple of hour's sleep every night. School's horrible. I try and stay with the group as much as possible, but even then I can hear the whispers, feel the stares. Even surrounded by the boys, I still end up being shoved into lockers. I was slushied three separate times today." I reach for his hand across the table as tears start to roll down his pale cheeks.
But he hasn't finished.
"T-they somehow got hold of my phone number. I've been getting these…disgusting texts, at all hours of the day. A-and they're taping notes to my locker. I-I could probably deal with all of that...but when I went home to change before coming to meet you, I found this taped to my front door." He slides a piece of paper across the table to me with shaking a deep breath I unfold the piece of plain paper.

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U SHULD BURN
WERE GONNA MAKE SURE
U SUFER
U DONT DESERVE TO LIVE!
UR FAMLY ARE DEVLS
THEY SHULD GO 2 HELL
U WILL DIE

'Oh my God. That's a death threat! What are we supposed to do now? I glance up at Kurt, who is watching me anxiously. Gripping his hand tighter, I lock eyeswith him.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Kurt. I promise you I'm going to do everything I can to help you through this."
Seeing more tears gather in his eyes, I pull him up out of his chair, lead him out of the coffee shop, and steer towards a bench just around the corner. I sit him down and sit next to him. I don't know what to do. Even my bullies didn't go this far. I'm only seventeen; how the hell am I supposed to help someone through this? But this is Kurt; he's only been in my life for a little over a month now, and I can't imagine him not right here next to me.
"It's going to be okay. But Kurt, we have to tell someone. We have evidence now. And those texts you were talking about. You still have them, don't you?"
"Yeah…yeah, I-I have them, and the notes from my locker. I've kept them all."
I watch as he takes a deep breath, and the confident young man I know and lo- like came back to me.
"Can you be with me? I mean, you were so good last time, and I know you've probably had enough of my snivelling and following me around. B-"
"Hey! That's enough. You do not 'snivel', and I would do anything to help even if it means talking to your dad again. Who I'm pretty positive doesn't like me."
"No, he likes you. If he didn't, he wouldn't have invited you to our Friday Night Dinner this Friday." My eyes widen and a grin grows across my face.
"Really? I get to come this week? Are you sure? I know it's an important family thing for the two of you."
"I'm sure. I mean, I have to warn you it's not going to be like a normal Friday Night Dinner. 'Cause Carole and Finn are coming this week, but Finn already had a date with Rachel so she invited herself along and dad said you could come over if you like. It'll be a bit weird because Rachel's super defensive of New Directions and will probably try to get something out of you about the Warblers, but-"
"Kurt! I'd love to come, and I'm sure I can put up with a night of being questioned by Rachel and threatened by your dad." I hate to move the subject back around, but it's past six now and I should be getting back to Dalton.
"So we'll tell your dad on Friday night? I want you to keep all the texts on your phone, and get all the notes out of your locker tomorrow so we can show him on Friday. Okay? And if anything else happens, or you just want to talk,please call me. No matter what time it is or if it's the middle of school." I grip Kurt in a hug, not wanting to let go, and as I pull back I quickly kiss his cheek. Watching a blush spread on his face and knowing a near-identical one is on mine, I walk him to his car. Berating myself the whole way. What the hell did I do that for? Stop it! I can't confuse him with my stupid crush now. Not with everything else going on.
"Bye, Blaine. I'll talk to you tonight, usual time. And I'll see you on Friday." With a small wave, I wait until he's locked inside his car before I move towards my own.
I just hope the rest of the week doesn't go as badly as it started.

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