A/N: Happy Glee day! I'm back with chapter 20 (!) can you believe it, the story is aaaalmost over. Nah, not really... I have another handfull of chapters written. I think this story will be about 28 chapter maybe? I'm not sure yet. Anyways, this chapter is mostly angst so be prepared! Hah (: Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Chapter 20: An unexpected visitor.

"Blaine, hurry up or you'll be late!" His mother yelled from downstairs. He rolled his eyes. He knew he needed to see the therapist today and he also knew he was about to get late if he didn't hurry up. He walked down the stairs and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be home in an hour." He sighed.

"Then I'll be at work but I'll see you when I get home." She said with a smile.

"Yeah, bye mom." He said and walked out. He took the car and started driving. He found no use in seeing this therapist once a week, it was a waste of time. Well, she was really nice and very understanding but it all annoyed him. Yes, he was heartbroken and yes, those bullies are making him really unset sometimes but high school doesn't last forever, it will eventually end. And seeing a therapist wont make it go any faster. He checked his gelled hair in the mirror of the car, it made a memory flash through his mind.

"Blaine, you're using way too much hair gel." Kurt giggled and ran a hand through Blaine's hair.

"I do not!" Blaine insisted and pushed Kurt's hand away. "You're messing it up." He moved a few inches away from Kurt as they sat in his couch in the small apartment.

"It smells like raspberries." Kurt commented and brought his hand up to his nose.

"Yeah… so I use raspberry hairgel, so what?"

"Nothing." Kurt tried to hold back a laugh. "It's just… um, aren't the only raspberry hairgel for kids?" He couldn't hold it in any longer and started laughing.

"W-Well, yes… but excuse me if I find the smell delicious." Blaine pouted. Kurt giggled and scooted closer to him.

"I don't judge you, just a little bit." He wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek.

"I hate you." Blaine joked and pouted, looking up at him.

"No, you don't." Kurt said and kissed his pout.

"Fine, you win. I don't." He admitted. Kurt smiled and kissed him again.

He didn't even realize he was crying until he felt a tear roll down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and tried to focus on the road. Soon enough he reached his goal so he parked the car and walked in as he always did. Once he got inside the building he spoke to the receptionist and then sat down in the waiting room. It was always depressing sitting in there, it was so many different kinds of people in there. There was the eating disorder ones, most of them were teenagers. There was the depressed ones, where he apparently was included. And then there was those people that you had no idea why they were here, you couldn't see it in their faces or their body language. Blaine felt sorry for all of them, everyone deserves to be happy, these kids weren't an exception. It killed him to know that these, mostly teenagers, had something in their lives that was hurting them in some way. But he was honestly proud that they had made it this far and was looking for help, he knew how hard it can be to admit that you actually need it. Everytime someone was looking at him he tried to smile, it usually wore off on them but sometimes they just scolded at him and looked away.

"Blaine Anderson?" He heard his therapist, , say. He looked up and smiled at the thin, blonde woman who had just spoken.

"Yeah, I'm here." He said and got up. He then followed her all the way to her room. They didn't really speak until they both sat down.

"So, Blaine, how are you doing today?" She asked with a huge smile on her face.

"I'm okay." Blaine shrugged and smiled a little, trying to hide how little he wanted to be there right now.

"That's good. Is it getting easier to breathe yet?" She asked, her smile fading a bit. Blaine knew she was talking about Kurt.

"I'd be lying if I said yes." He said truthfully

"Okay. You know, I'm gonna be honest with you, Blaine. You haven't told me much about you or your situation in life, I basically only have the information your mother gave me. Which is that you are being bullied in school and that you used to be in a relationship with a teacher." She sighed and smiled sadly. Blaine sighed as well and looked at her, his lips pursed. It was true, because he didn't wanna talk about it. But he knew he had to if he wanted to stop going here.

"I'm… um, being harrassed daily, yes. Such as shoved into lockers, punched in the face, stomach etc… and, um, I'm being called a lot of stupid things as well. I've also been threatened many times, people apparently want to see me dead." He rolled his eyes at this. He had gotten so used to it he didn't even seem to care, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. It did, a lot.

"And yes, I was in a relationship with a teacher, but it wasn't like that, it wasn't some affair. It was a regular relationship." He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed again.

"Do you know why these people are being so mean to you?" She asked and noted something on a paper. Blaine shrugged.

"Isn't it kind of obvious?" He said, she looked up from her paper. She looked clueless. "I'm gay. I like boys. They don't really want to be friends with gay guys, they want them to leave this planet."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." She said with a frown.

"You do?" He asked, confused.

"Yeah, I'm a lesbian and people haven't really been what you call supportive." She said with an eye roll. "But now I live with my wife and we are very happy together so I guess it just gets better eventually." Blaine was caught off guard. She didn't look like you'd expect a lesbian to look at all. She looked very girly with her long hair, blue eyes and cute dresses. Well, it's not like lesbians has a special style they have to follow anyway so.

"Oh. Then I guess we're stuck in the same boat…ish." Blaine chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess so." She said with a smile.

The session continued for another twenty minutes before it was over. Blaine then left and drove straight home, he actually had fun today. It felt so good to be honest with someone and actually just talk. Knowing that the person wont judge or tell anyone. He couldn't believe it, but he actually had a genuine smile on his face for the rest of the way home.

Once Blaine got inside the house he threw the keys along with his coat on the ground. He then started walking towards the livingroom, but he immediately walked back and picked up both items to hang them up and then sat down in the couch. Talking to had both been good and bad, he felt a lot better but talking about his heartbreak with Kurt and just really admit and talk about everything; including feelings, actions, reactions, recovery etc… It was exhausting. Just as he had been seated he heard the doorbell ring, he groaned and got up again and opened the door. And who was outside was the last person he'd expect to see.

"Cooper!" He blurted out when he saw his brother stand infront of him.

"Blaine!" Cooper said with a huge smile on his face.

"W-What are you doing here?!" Blaine asked and hugged him tightly.

"I read your mail and you sounded so depressed I thought I should come over and make you smile." Cooper said and hugged back before pulling away. "And I can see it's working!"

"Yeah, I'm so happy to see you." Blaine said and couldn't stop smiling. He hadn't seen him in forever. He couldn't believe how tall his brother had become, and how handsome he was. He really looked like a movie star, like that Matt Bomer guy.

"Is mom home?" He asked as he took off his coat.

"No, she's at work." Blaine said and closed the door behind Cooper.

"Okay. Wow, I can't believe it's been such a long time since I was here. It still smells the same." Cooper mumbled as he walked through the house.

"Well, mom is still obsessed with those candles, I believe it was called Vanilla Crisp or something." Blaine said and followed him. They both sat down in the couch.

"So, can I get you anything? Like coffee or something?" Blaine asked.

"No thanks, I'm good." Cooper said and then turned to him. "I wanna know about you, how are you doing? And what's going on with your life right now?"

"Do we really need to have this conversation?" Blaine said and shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes, I am your brother and I care, so talk." He said firmly. Blaine groaned and then sighed deeply.

"Fine." Blaine sighed again and then he started talking. He told Cooper everything, but he skipped some embarrassing details. The further he got with the story, the more did Cooper's jaw drop and the more insecure Blaine got with everything. When he was done it was quiet, Cooper didn't say much. It was hard to read his face expression. Blaine felt like he was gonna throw up, Everytime he told anyone that story it felt like comitting suicide.

"Woah… that was one hell of a story." Cooper eventually said.

"Y-Yeah, I suppose it is." Blaine mumbled.

"Look, I don't know much about relationships and stuff… especially with boys. But I can tell you this; eventually it will be okay. I promise." He said truthfully.

"You really think everything is gonna be okay again?" Blaine asked, he needed reassurance.

"Yeah, I do." Cooper nodded. Blaine kept his gaze and then nodded.

"Okay." He said.

"I'm home." Blaine's mother said once she had gotten inside the house.

"I'm in the livingroom!" Blaine called out. They heard steps in the hallway and then their mom stood in the livingroom.

"Blaine, is it okay if we buy takeout I'm really tired and- Cooper!" She gasped and dropped her purse on the floor.

"Hi mom!" He said and got up from the couch and embraced her in a huge hug.

"When did you get here?" She asked and pulled away, she had tears in her eyes.

"A few hours ago. I heard that Blaine has a bit of a rough time so I thought I'd come over and support him." Cooper said and smiled towards Blaine.

"Oh, Blaine has already told you about that?" She asked, surprised.

"Yeah, he did. And I just want to be clear, I completely understand why he did what he did-"

"Cooper, please. Don't." Blaine said from the couch.

"Right, sorry." Cooper said and went back to the couch. "Takeout is fine, by the way, I'll pay." He grinned.

"Very well, I'll go order some." She said and walked out to get the phone.

When they had finished dinner they watched TV together, a while later Blaine mentioned that he was tired and went up the stairs. He wasn't tired, he just knew Cooper and his mother had stuff they needed to talk about, but he didn't wanna miss out on anything so he stayed half way up the stairs to listen without them knowing.

"Mom, I don't mean to tell you how to raise your son, but don't you think you're overreacting a little?" Cooper said. Their mom sighed and probably rubbed her eyes.

"No, honestly, I don't think that I do. I had no idea he was bullied in school, less that he was dating the teacher. However, it's wrong and it has to stop." She said firmly.

"But mom, think about it, how many openly gay people is there in Lima? And he fell in love, is that a crime?" Cooper tried.

"If the guy is his teacher, then yeah, it is a crime!" She almost shouted.

"You know what I mean…" Cooper sighed. She sighed deeply as well and seemed to think for a second.

"I was embarrassed, that I didn't know about it, I mean. I felt so powerless and like such a bad mother for not knowing that all of this was going on. Not just the dating but the bullying- so that when I found out about it I wanted to prove to myself more than others that I had more power and control over this than I really had." She admitted. Blaine could almost see her staring down at her hands, like she always did when she was embarrassed. He had gotten that from her.

Blaine had heard enough, he got up from the stairs and went into his room. Once he was inside he sat down on his bed, taking the phone out of his pocket. He looked through his contacts and stopped by " ". He must have stared for at least five minutes without doing anything, eventually he typed out a message:

I just don't understand, I don't understand any of this. All I'm asking for is an explanation. How am I supposed to forget or move on from someone when I still don't get it?

He stared at the send button for a few minutes, his thumb brushed over it a couple of times, he narrowed his eyes as he did this. Eventually he closed his eyes as a few memories came back to life:

"You don't need to be nervous, I'm not gonna harm you."

"We should have coffee together?"

"Blaine, what happened? Please… talk to me."

"Courage, Blaine. Refuse to be the victim."

"I am your teacher, Blaine. And you are my student. It's illegal for us to have a relationship outside of school, even be friends."

"Blaine, I didn't ask you to back off because I thought you wouldn't be able to handle your feelings. I am scared that I wouldn't be able to handle mine."

"I'd love to be your boyfriend, Blaine."

"I love you too."

Kurt's voice echoed through his head, it didn't stop.

"You know what, I get it why you can't understand me or your mother or anyone else. It's because you're a child, Blaine. A immature child."

"Yes, Blaine. I actually do mean every word of it. I'm sorry if I made you think anything else but… you don't mean anything to me anymore. We're over, just go home."

Blaine felt the urge to scream, so he did, he screamed into his pillow. Why? Why? Why was this happening? He didn't feel like he was ever gonna feel better. It was too much, too much pain and too much confusion. He needed answers, he really needed them. He sat up again and deleted the message he had just written and then threw his phone across the room, it hit the wall and he was surprised it didn't break to pieces. He needed to cry, he really needed to cry. He had been holding the tears back for so long, they were almost leaking today in the car, but just a little bit. It wasn't enough. He needed to ugly cry. So he let himself do that, he let himself cry. He let the tears stream down his face, he let himself sniffle and choke on his sobs. And it felt so good to finally cry again, it made him feel more human than the walking dead he had been the past two weeks. He laid down in his bed and kicked off his shoes. Then he closed his eyes and let himself cry until he got so exhausted that he fell asleep.

TBC