Chapter 3: What's Going On?

It was around 8:00 when I was finally alone. Blaine had texted me with one last offer to come to Jeff's room that night, but I stuck to my homework excuse. Nick had just left minutes ago, while he also tried to convince me to come. For show, I layed my English notes on the bed, to make it seem as though I was doing homework and he gave up and left. I had left the papers on my bed for a good 30 minutes, just in case Nick, Blaine or someone else came by for one last attempt to get me to come.

A part of me wanted to go and spend time around them. I desperately wanted to be close with the others. But I don't know if that's ever going to happen. It certainly never happened at McKinley.

My phone begins ringing from it's place on my night stand. I take my time grabbing it, slightly afraid that it was Karofsky. I was feeling a little uneasy about the messages he had sent me and the things he had said earlier at dinner. Why couldn't he leave me alone?

I look at my phone and see Finn's grinning face looking back at me. Smiling, I slide my phone to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Kurt! Hey! Where are you?" Finn's voice blares through my phone.

"Oh, I'm not coming home this weekend. I thought you knew that." I remembered telling my dad that when I spoke to him.

There was a moment of silence, while I guess Finn racked his brain for the memory. "Oh. Yeah, I think I remember mom or Burt mentioning it."

"Have they left yet?"

"Yeah. They left yesterday."

"And you still showed up to school?" I wasn't sure of they were going to leave Finn alone on a school night, considering he could just as easily not show up the next day.

"Mhmm. The school would tell her otherwise and Mr. Shue would question me."

"So, are you spending the weekend with Puck or Sam?"

Finn laughs. "Yeah, both of them actually. It's funny how much Puck and I are spending around each other."

"Yeah. Are you guys friends again?" It was hard to keep tabs on whether or not they were. Finn didn't appear to be holding anymore grudges towards him or Quinn, but it was still had to know. It wouldn't really surprise me if Puck and Finn reconciled their friendship.

"I would say so. Like I know he's done some pretty messed up stuff..." Finn trails off.

"Like getting your girlfriend pregnant," I suggest.

"Yeah like that. But he's still my friend." I hear movement, and then I hear a a door close before the movement stops. I then hear the rumbling and crunching of a bag of chips being torn open, which had me guessing that Finn had been in the kitchen and then returned to his room which explained the movement I heard.

"That's cool. So," I pause before asking. "What's the deal with Karofsky?" Karofsky's messages have been at the back of my mind all day and the fact that he hadn't answered the question of who gave him my number had me kind of nervous.

"Why?" Finn sounded confused.

"I'm just wondering..."

"He hasn't been bothering you has he?" Finn demanded.

"No, no." I quickly lie. I didn't want Finn getting hurt or in trouble because of me. "I was just curious. After Blaine and I watched that Thriller performance at the football game, I didn't know what was going on."

"Oh. Well they're not in glee anymore."

"Oh. Mr. Shue's not trying to be some kind of miracle worker?" I smile.

Finn laughs. "No. Thankfully. You have no idea how tense it was during Glee Club with all of them sitting steps away from us. And Karofsky, who was the whole reason you left the school in the first place."

"I can only imagine." It was hard to picture the choir room with the whole team in there. "So any plans for tonight?"

"Yeah, Puck's on his way over," Finn says with his mouth open, while eating.

I scoff. "Seriously Finn. Eat with your mouth closed."

"Sorry dude," Finn says, after swallowing.

"Are you seriously going to have a party the very first time you're left alone?"

"No. I told Puck no. I'm responsible," Finn sounded slightly offended. "Besides, the rest of the guys are coming over, and Artie's not a fan of big parties anyway." He didn't sound mad at my accusation.

I nod in agreement, before realizing he can't see me. "Right."

"So any plans with the Warblers?"

"Nah not tonight," I lay down on my back and place my head onto my pillow, cradling the phone on my shoulder for a moment before holding it in my hand again.

"Not even with Blaine?" Finn teases. I smile. It was nice that Finn and I were at a point where we could tease each other and not feel uncomfortable.

"He's busy tonight." I don't bother mentioning about the movie night that I declined going to. I didn't need him questioning me about it either.

"Oh. What's going on with you two anyway?" Finn sounded curious.

"You really want to talk boys with me, Finn?"

There was a short silence. "You're right. Not really."

I laugh.

There was a slight pause before Finn continued speaking. "It's just that I meant what I said, you know? At the wedding. We're brothers now."

"I know." I smile, remembering the wedding. It really had caught me off guard when did the performance and his apology, especially considering it was in front of a lot of people.

I continue talking to Finn for the next bit, before he had to get off the phone because the others just arrived. It was a little after 9:00, when I had finally gotten off the phone. I had just called my dad, to wish him and Carole a great trip, when I looked up at the sound of a knock on my door.

"Come in," I call, even though I didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment. I mean, that was why I've been in my dorm all night pretending to do homework.

The door opens to reveal Blaine. "Hey."

"Hey," I try to return his smile, but I know that it doesn't show. And by the look on Blaine's face, he knows it too. He shuts the door behind him quietly and walks towards me, leaning against my desk.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the movie night in Jeff's room?" I ask, pausing the song playing on my iPod and taking the ear phones out of my ears. Surely the movie night would be going on all night long.

"I was there, but the others kept chiming in every time something ridiculous happened in the movie. I could barely follow the movies."

"Ooh okay."

"So, what are you doing?" he asks me.

"Uh, just listening to music."

There was silence for a moment before Blaine spoke. "I thought you had homework?"

My eyes widened at my mistake. "Oh, yeah I did. I just finished it before you came in," I lied trying to keep my voice neutral.

"Please don't lie," Blaine says quietly.

"Blaine. I'm not," I deny. I knew I didn't sound convincing though. "Can you go? I think I still have some homework to do."

"Oh yeah? What homework exactly?"

I say the first thing that comes to mind. "Math."

Blaine narrows his eyes. "You had a test today."

I glance down at the iPod resting in my hand gently, and scroll through the list of songs after I put my ear phones back in. I know it's incredibly rude to do that to him, but I didn't know what to say. Math just had to be the subject I said, didn't it? I wasn't counting on him or anyone figuring out I lied.

I'm not looking, but I hear Blaine move towards me, and I see his hand appear in my view, gently taking my iPod and removing the head phones from my ears.

"I was listening to that," I protest and make a move to grab the iPod back from him. He shakes his head, turns the iPod off and places it on my desk before turning to me.

"We need to talk," he states, his tone not leaving any room for arguments.

"About...?" I ask, even though I know what he's talking about. I turn around slightly on my bed so that I'm not facing him.

Blaine sighs, and sits down on the bed in front of me, crossing his legs.

"About why you've been distant lately."

I don't say anything.

"Wes, Nick, Jeff and David mentioned you seem to be upset..."

"I don't know what they are talking about." I cross my arms across my chest.

"They told me about math class."

I don't reply and Blaine decides to continue. "I think I've known you've been upset, but I was hoping that you would have come to me about it."

"I haven't been upset."

"Kurt, yes you have. You decline all the offers to hang out. I mean, I understand if it was just the others that you were distant around, seeing as you're still getting used to it here, but you've been distant towards me as well."

I glance down at my hands.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asks me softly. I shake my head. I see Blaine's hands reach out and take a hold of mine, rubbing them in a comforting gesture.

"Please talk to me," he pleads. I look up at him, and see that he was clearly getting very worried.

"It's nothing..." I try to say one last time.

"Kurt," Blaine warns, clearly not believing me.

"I'm fine."

"Kurt."

"I'm just homesick, that's all." That was partially true. I did miss my dad, Carole and Finn. And the New Directions, but Dalton was nice.

"I told you it would get better," Blaine reminds me gently. He keeps a hold of my hands and continues rubbing them. The gesture was very comforting.

"I know." I remember him telling me that and he was trying to make me feel better.

"We've been trying to make you feel welcomed." Images of math class came in mind. Nobody really seemed to like the idea of me hanging around them outside of Warblers practice.

I only reply with an, "I know." I look down at our hands again, not being able to look him in the eyes to see the disappointment he clearly had towards me.

"It's almost as if you aren't even trying, like you gave up-"

"I KNOW!" I shout, whipping my head up to look at him.

"Kurt..." Blaine looks at me sadly, flinching slightly at my outburst.

I shake my head. "I'm sorry." I quickly get up from the bed, and quickly cross the room, trying to make it to the bathroom quickly to lock myself. But, Blaine is faster and he cuts me off before I can get inside; blocking my entrance to the bathroom.

I feel tears leaking from my eyes, and I can't seem to get them to stop as they slowly slide down my cheeks.

"Hey, hey. I didn't mean to upset you," Blaine says quietly. The tears fall faster now and I squeeze them shut, trying to get them to stop. I didn't want to cry.

"Shh, come here..." Blaine murmers, stepping closer to me and bringing me into his arms. I lean into him, and sobs began racking my entire body. Blaine holds me there for a few minutes before I feel him moving us back towards my bed. My back of my knees hit the bed, and he was nudging me to lay down. As soon as I was on the bed, I curled up in a ball, facing away from him. Seconds later, I felt the bed dip and Blaine layed down directly beside me. I turned around to face him and to bury my face in his chest. His arms wound around me and he held me tightly.

It felt like a while, but about an half hour to an hour passed by and I had finally managed to calm down. Blaine was rubbing soothing circles onto my back and was humming slightly under his breathe.

When he sees that I have calmed down, he decides to speak. "What's going on?"

I shake my head and curl closer into him. "Kurt...please?" Blaine pleads.

"I like it here," I tell him. I didn't want him to think that I hated it here or anything.

"Okay? Then what's wrong?" Blaine was confused. I can tell. However, I can't tell him that I don't feel like anyone likes me, or that I'm scared. I can't tell him that.

"Don't you trust me?" Blaine asks me, hurt lacing his tone.

"Yes, I do."

"Then talk to me. You can talk to me about anything Kurt."

"I know," I mumble into his chest.

Blaine pulls back to look at me expectantly. I move so that I am laying on my back, staring at the door. I can feel Blaine's stare, but I direct my gaze to the ceiling instead. How was I going to get him to believe I was fine?

"Kurt?"

"What do you want me to say?" I ask him.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing Blaine!"

Blaine snorts. "Kurt! You were just crying. Actually full on sobbing. Something is wrong."

I keep my gaze at the ceiling.

"Kurt, look at me!" his tone frustrated now.

I turn my head towards him and I can tell he was a mixture of worried, concerned and now annoyed.

"Kurt, Jeff and the others were trying to make it up to you by inviting you and for some reason you turned down their offer."

"I don't want pity Blaine!" I snap. I realize this was the first time I've ever snapped at him before.

"Pity? What pity?"

"The pity! The fact that I was only invited because they felt bad!" I exclaim. Blaine stares at me, and seems to be at a lost for words.

After a few moments of us in what seemed to be a staring much, he stands up off the bed.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna go," he says as he makes his way to the door.

He was mad. I didn't want him mad at me. He's already out the door and in the hallway when get off my bed and run after him. "Blaine! Didn't you say I could talk to you!" I yell. A few freshman were in the hallway and knew better then to try and eavesdrop, though we were loud enough.

Blaine turns around to face me. "You're not talking to me Kurt. Find me when you decide to tell me what's wrong." Then he turns around and leaves. I see him get to his door and go inside before slamming it shut. I take a few steps back into mine and Nick's room and slam the door shut as well, not really caring at this point how many of the Warblers heard us from Jeff's room down the hallway.

It's only around 11:00 when Nick returns to the room. On the weekends, the curfew to be in our rooms is later than it is during the week, so I hadn't been expecting him for a while. I was currently lounging on my bed, ready for bed, but not being able to sleep. My fight with Blaine was bothering me to no end. It was leaving me with loads of guilt that Blaine was mad at me. He has never been mad at me and now he is. He's basically the only friend I have here.

Nick enters the room quietly and shuts the door softly behind him, and locks it. I stare at him from my bed, slightly amused. He looked as though he was trying to sneak around or something. He slowly turned around, making sure he didn't hit anything, since the room was filled with darkness, and froze when he saw me laying there on my bed watching him.

"Oh," he said surprised. "I thought you would have been a sleep by now."

"Nope," I reply. "I've just been laying here."

He nods his head and begins to get ready for bed. It made me happy that he was comfortable changing around me and that I haven't done anything to weird him out. As soon as he is in his pyjamas, which seemed to consist of a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, he went into the bathroom.

My phone vibrates with an message. I frown when I see that it was from Karofsky again.

I just thought to let you know that those freaks of yours are really annoying me.

So? I text him.

So? That's all you have to say?

Why should I care?

His response comes a moment later. It's your fault. You ran off to that gay school and left me to deal with this.

I roll my eyes. You kissed me Dave.

Nope.

I click the respond button. Yeah you did.

Shut up before I decide to shut it for you.

A few tears leak from my eyes. I really wish that he would stop messaging me. I was trying to let McKinley be in the past, but he was not making that easy.

My phone buzzes again and I feel hopeful that it is Blaine, but I frown when I see that it was Jeff instead.

Hey! You should have been there tonight! It was a total blast!

I frown. I don't really want to know about the night, considering the fact that my invite was clearly because they felt bad.

I replied back to him. Sorry...homework kept me busy all night.

Jeff replied almost immediately. That's fine I guess. Hey! What happened with you and Blaine? It sounded pretty serious.

I sigh, frustrated. I kind of regretted yelling after Blaine in the hallway. Now most likely all of the Warblers heard and they will want to know what happened.

I replied back to Jeff. Nothing. Don't worry about it.

Jeff replied back quickly again. Alright... I'm tired so I'm hitting the sac.

I reply to Jeff. Night.

He messages me back. Night. See ya tomorrow at breakfast.

I just placed my phone back on my nightstand when a thought came to me. I pick up my phone again and send a message to Blaine.

I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me.

Nick was in the bathroom for about 10 minutes and it wasn't until he had emerged from it, that Blaine had finally messaged me back.

I'm not mad. I'm disappointed.

I frown at that. Somehow that didn't make me feel any better, it only made me feel worse.

"Kurt?" Nick says to me. I glance over to him and see that he was lounging on his bed now as well, sitting up and facing the direction of my bed; the light on his nightstand turned on, filling the room with some light.

"Yes?" I ask, placing my phone back on the nightstand.

"Is everything okay with you and Blaine?" Nick asks.

"Fine. Why do you ask?"

"We all heard the yelling. And the door slamming." It didn't surprised me, since Jeff's room is not that far from mine.

"Oh. Well it's nothing."

The room is silent for a few moments and it made me think that Nick decided to let it go.

"No, it's something," Nick says. That surprised me. I would have thought that he would have dropped it, but by the look on his face, he didn't seem ready to drop it anytime soon. He gets up and walks over to sit on the end of my bed.

"What do you want me to say? Yes we had a fight or disagreement. I don't know what to call it. A fight more so. What else it there to say?"

"Why?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," I mumble looking past him.

"That's what you always say."

I shoot my focus back to him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Meaning, you don't seem to want to talk about anything or do anything."

I groan. "Seriously? Did you and Blaine plan this or something?"

"Plan what?" Nick sounded confused.

"Interrogating me," I reply. "It seems kind of weird that you both decided to do it tonight."

Nick moves his legs on my bed and sits cross legged. "Well, with the way you've been acting lately and then with math class today, we have a right to be worried."

I snort. "Worried? About me?"

Nick looked hurt. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," I reply shortly.

Nick huffs loudly. "See, that's what I'm talking about! I'm trying here, but you're not." He waves his hands, frustrated that I wasn't answering him.

"Well Nick, I actually try, but you guys turn me down," I snap.

"Jeff invited you tonight Kurt!" Nick exclaims.

"Yes and like I told Blaine, it was out of pity!" My tone matches Nick's.

Nick looked confused. "Pity? We don't pity you Kurt. That's not what we're doing."

I sigh. "Whatever." I turn around and face the wall, settling deeper in the covers on my bed.

"Night," I say to Nick.

"Kurt."

I ignore him and close my eyes hoping he gets the hint to get off my bed.

"Alright, night I guess," Nick mumbles when he realizes I wasn't going to respond. He gets off my bed after a few moments of silence and walks over back to his bed. I hear him shuffling around for a few moments before the room is filled with darkness once again.

My phone indicates I have another message. For a moment I consider ignoring it, but then I groan and roll over to grab my phone.

Karofsky. Again.

You know, I bet they don't even like you at that school. It's not like you fit in.