A/N: I'm so terrible for doing this to poor Blaine. For even writing such a story to rehash those memories from my school. It'll get better. Eventually. But there will be plenty of chapters in between now and then to get there. Because as of right now, Chapter 11 has slightly less Blangst, but it's still there. That's the one I'm working on now. I hope you guys would stick around with me to get to that point, or that this is at least slightly of interest to you. Another couple chapters and we'll begin to see the switch in mentor happen, and Kurt's heart start to unfold. It's coming guys, I promise. I hope you all have great weeks! (As for me, they took away our fallbreak, so poor college girl has school until Thanksgiving.)

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Love you all!

The next morning when Kurt woke up, Blaine was gone. He had said he was going early, but apparently he really meant early. It felt odd waking up without Blaine, and it wasn't exactly like the boy had been in Kurt's life forever. Blaine fit that way. He just had that way of making himself feel familiar. It was only six in the morning, and Blaine's side of the bed was cold. Something was brewing at Blaine's house. Kurt could feel it in his chest. A strange tightness he felt when he breathed. Blaine was in trouble by going back to his house, and Kurt knew that, but in his moment of weakness last night he hadn't even gotten an address from Blaine. He wouldn't know where to look if he started. So Kurt waited. He couldn't bring himself to move, only stare at his phone and hope that Blaine would let him know everything was okay. And soon.

Blaine moved around in the quietest manner. He hadn't had sight of his mom yet, but didn't want to take that chance as he threw everything he could find into his duffel bags. His heart was tight and heavy as he looked around the entire room, the room he had lived in his entire life, then shut the door quietly and stepped back down the stairs.

As he reached the bottom, he felt the ever so familiar burst of pain, and knew a migraine was on its way. He tried to hurry down the stairs but it didn't take long before his vision blurred and he had to cease all motion. Blaine fell to the ground, dropping his bag which made a decent sized thud. He prayed that his mother hadn't heard, but the pain in his head was getting to be way too much to handle. Blaine curled up in the doorway corner, his head in between his knees, wishing he had Kurt there with him. No one had been able to get rid of one of Blaine's migraines that quickly before like Kurt did. Not even David.

David. It almost made him want to cry thinking about his best friend. He hated thinking about it, because there would always be that nagging feeling in the back of his mind asking him when he had missed the signs.

Flashback

"Blaine?" Blaine turned to face David, smiling.

"What?" David opened his mouth like he was gonna say something but it closed and he shook his head.

"Nevermind man." Blaine stopped walking and grabbed his best friend's arm.

"What is it David? You can tell me." Blaine said. He saw as David's eyes got a glassy look to them and knew he was holding back tears. Blaine grew confused. "David?"

"I'm sorry Blaine. Really I am. You have to always remember that." Blaine didn't understand David's cryptic response.

"Sorry for what David? What's going on?" David just shook his head.

"I've just, I've gotta go Blaine. I love you." And with a quick but tight hug, Blaine watched as David walked away.

It wouldn't be until the next morning when he was woken up by David's mom on the phone that he would piece together what had happened. And two months later, it was too late. Blaine knew that he was the last one to ever see David. And that conversation would always haunt him. David's last words possibly to anyone were him telling Blaine that he loved him. But if David had loved Blaine so much then why did he have to leave?

End Flashback

Blaine was pulled back into the current world by the thud to his side as the door flung open. He gasped at the pain, then cowered in fear as he saw his mother walk in. She was drunk. Blaine could smell it on her breath as she exhaled heavily. Her hair was tussled, and her clothes wrinkled. Blaine was willing to guess that she had spent the night with whatever guy she had met at the last bar. He'd probably stick around a few days, then she'd get bored and move on. It had been that way ever since his father had left six years ago. Blaine watched as her eyes flickered to Blaine then to the suitcase by his feet and knew she knew what he was doing.

"Think you can just run away? Walk out on me like your good for nothing Daddy did?" She yanked Blaine off the floor and threw him into the wall, holding him up by his shirt collar. Blaine could feel the pain in his ribs, and the tears in his eyes.

"Please Mom. Not today. I have school remember?" Blaine pleaded. His mother paused then dropped him to the ground.

"Go join your friend. Run away. See if I care. But you best know that I'll always find you Blaine. I always know where you are." The woman's words, though Blaine knew they were spoken out of drunkenness, terrified him. But he just took his suitcase and stumbled out the door. He ran as fast as his body could manage, with tears pouring down his cheeks clouding his vision.

It was a forty five minute trip back to Kurt's house by foot, and by the time Blaine got there, his head was throbbing again. He could feel the weight as his mom grabbed him by his shirt collar, smell the whiskey on her breath. He held it together long enough to notice Kurt sitting on the front porch steps, waiting. When Blaine came around the corner, Kurt stood and broke into a run towards Blaine. Blaine dropped his bag as Kurt wrapped his arms around the crying boy tightly.

"Blaine. Oh Blaine I was so worried. Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" Kurt pulled back long enough to look at Blaine. The only thing he could see was the fear plain in his eyes. "Blaine you should have let me go with you." At this Blaine snapped.

"No. No Kurt. Leaving you behind, it was the best choice I made." He said. Kurt pulled the boy back in tighter.

"Blaine come inside. You're freezing and it's still really early." Kurt picked up Blaine's bag and flung it over his shoulder. With an arm wrapped snuggly around Blaine, they went back inside. Kurt led Blaine upstairs to his room and sat his bag down in the corner. Kurt slid off his shoes and saw Blaine follow suit. But as Kurt sat back on the bed, he saw Blaine freeze in his spot.

"Blaine?" But Blaine heard the voice of David, not Kurt. His mother's words filled his head again.

"Go join your friend. Run away. See if I care."

He began to shake and Kurt jumped off the bed again. Blaine sank to the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around himself. Kurt kneeled beside him and tried to catch his eyes.

"It's not true. It's not true." Blaine whispered. Kurt laid a hand on his knee, pretending not to notice when Blaine flinched.

"Blaine I'm sorry." Kurt whispered. But Blaine heard David. He looked up.

"No David. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He replied. Kurt placed both of his hands on Blaine's shoulders.

"Blaine listen to me. It's Kurt. I'm here with you. You're safe." Blaine shuddered and swallowed back the tears. His eyes blinked a few times and he saw Kurt. Recognition flooded his eyes. Kurt smiled. "That's it. You back? I'm still here. You're okay." Kurt whispered, brushing back a stray curl off of the smaller boy's forehead. Blaine nodded.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I'm back. I promise." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine, hugging him tight.

"It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this. Together."

*TF*

Neither boy went to school that day. Burt came in ready to leave for work noticing that Kurt had left his radio on, and noticed the two boys huddled up in bed asleep. Walking over, he saw the tear tracks plain on Blaine's face, and the ragged way he was breathing. He also saw the unfamiliar bag on the floor, and figured that their morning had been a little more exciting than French toast. Seeing as how Kurt's attendance record was near perfect, Burt decided missing one day to help out a friend wasn't gonna kill him. And attending McKinley High School, Burt knew a day off might just save him. And who knows? Seeing how Blaine clung to his son, Burt knew it might just save Blaine too.

Yeah. So there's that. We're starting to unravel the mystery boy that is Blaine Anderson. Next chapter I believe we will hear Blaine's story. Lots of love sent from me!

Always Remember to Smile!

Olivia