A/N: So, I've had a crap day. The worst I've had in a while. Actually had to pull out my Courage Cards a time or two. Usually they just stay in my purse or backpack or wherever. But I had to use them. It was just bad. And you'll see where I made Blaine pay for my sucky day from hell in the next several chapters. Within the next flourish chapters, you will learn everything you need to know about Blaine. So there you go. I spoiled the surprise. Turns out, Blaine isn't the one who needs saving. It's Kurt. But that will come soon enough my darlings.

I'm sorry this took so long.

I love you guys.

I don't own Glee.

Love, Me.

Kurt awoke first later that afternoon. He looked at Blaine, nestled so close, not even looking peaceful while he slept. Kurt thought about Blaine's, he guessed it was a flashback, from earlier. What had triggered it? Had his mom said something? Did Kurt say something? He wasn't sure, but he knew that he never wanted to see Blaine hurt like that again.

His protective instincts were off the wall for this boy. Kurt had never felt like this. This, this need to be close to someone, to insure their safety. Kurt was willing to kill anyone who ever hurt Blaine again. And that in itself scared him.

Blaine stirred as Kurt moved off the bed, but with a soft reassurance from Kurt, he drifted back to sleep. Kurt wandered around the house, wondering what he was gonna do about this mysterious boy who had appeared in his life. He wanted to know more about him, know more of his past. He wanted to know what made Blaine tick, and also although he was figuring out a few things, Kurt wanted to know how to take away Blaine's hurt.

The immediate hurt Kurt knew he could take care of was Blaine's hunger. So Kurt headed towards the kitchen and began to cook breakfast. He made eggs and bacon and pancakes and fresh coffee. Kurt didn't really like the stuff, but Blaine seemed like he would. He had just finished sitting all the stuff on the table when a sleepy eyed Blaine stumbled down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Kurt smiled. Blaine was just so adorable when he was tired. His eyes- whoa. Where had that come from? When had Kurt started feeling more for Blaine than just friendship and protection? Blaine looked around and a small smile entered his face. Blaine's arms were wrapped around his chest again, but Kurt knew this time was simply because he was cold. Kurt smiled at how innocent Blaine looked as the boy walked slowly over to Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine who simply laid his head on Kurt's chest and sighed.

"Not much of a morning person are we?" He felt Blaine shake his head slowly. Kurt smiled. "You want some coffee?" Blaine looked up at Kurt.

"I didn't know you drank coffee." He whispered.

"I don't, but you seemed like the type of guy that would, so I made some just in case. Do you want cream or sugar?" Blaine shook his head as Kurt walked over to pour Blaine a cup.

"Just black is fine. Thanks Kurt. For, for everything." Kurt looked over in time to see a single tear drop down Blaine's cheek. Kurt stepped back over and wiped it away.

"Hey no, no. Everything's fine. You don't have to thank me. But we aren't going to cry this morning. Not all over this delicious breakfast." Blaine chuckled and smiled back at Kurt, taking the mug of coffee. He took a sip and sighed. It had been so long since he had tasted the bitterness of hot coffee. It was wonderful. He let Kurt lead him over to the table and pile his plate high with food. It got silent for several minutes as both boys ate. Kurt sipped his orange juice, then grabbed the remote, flipping on the daily news.

"I can't stand the quiet." He admitted. Blaine didn't mind. He actually considered himself to be a local news junkie, and had missed the simple ritual of the morning news. His mom didn't like it when he had the TV on. She didn't really like it when he was home period. So more lately when she would come home in the mornings, Blaine would sacrifice his ritual for his safety. Sometimes he had to sneak glances at Kurt to remind him that those days were past.

Kurt couldn't keep his eyes off of Blaine. The boy was fascinating to him, even though he knew so little about him. Kurt wanted to know more about this kid, and decided that after breakfast, he would sit down with Blaine and make up for the lost years they hadn't known each other. But even after Kurt made his decision, he questioned it. He didn't want to upset Blaine. And obviously he had a lot of touchy subjects in his past. Kurt thought about the day before, and Blaine's flashback. No, he wouldn't talk about David. Not unless Blaine opened up himself. But Kurt was still interested in what exactly made Blaine tick, and where he had come from. Kurt just knew he would have to approach it sensitively.

"Kurt?" He heard Blaine ask, pulling Kurt out of his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked. Kurt looked at his new friend who he may or may not have feelings deeper than friendship for. Blaine was sipping his coffee, curled up in the chair.

"You." Was Kurt's simple answer. Blaine looked confused.

"Why?" Kurt stood and picking up his and Blaine's plates off the table kissed the top of the younger boy's head.

"Because you're perfect." Kurt whispered and went back into the kitchen. Blaine sat, still feeling the heat radiating from the top of his head where Kurt's lips had touched him. He heard Kurt's voice call from the kitchen.

"Blaine? Can you bring those other plates in here?" Blaine stood quickly, glad for a distraction. He picked up the plates and carried them through the kitchen and sat them on the counter beside Kurt. Kurt smiled in thanks then turned from the dishes he was washing towards Blaine. "Okay. Now while I finish up in here go sit in the living room, wherever you want to. Pick out a movie from the wall and wait for me. Okay?" Kurt smiled.

"I don't mind helping out in here Kurt." But the oldest boy shook his head.

"No. Really. I like doing dishes. It's like a ritual for me. Really. Just go sit in there." Blaine could hear the sincerity in Kurt's voice and nodded.

"Okay." And Blaine walked out of the kitchen. Kurt sighed. This was going to be much harder than he had expected.

*TF*

Blaine was curled up on the loveseat, one of the throw blankets covering him. He was freezing, and he knew it wasn't because it was so cold. He knew that some of it had to do with fear of his mother, and the pain of reliving losing his best friend. But he would keep it bottled in. He had his movie, The Wizard of Oz, lying on the table in front of him. It was his favorite movie as a child, he and David would watch it for hours on end when they were younger. Somehow, Blaine knew that watching this movie with Kurt would share the bond, and open up his heart to Kurt. He knew that questions would come eventually. Kurt would want to know about what happened with his mom, and more about Blaine's past. And Blaine knew he was ready to share these things with Kurt. But he needed to watch this movie first. He needed to see Dorothy and go back to this time of her life, and he knew that this would prime his heart for the conversation that was coming.

Kurt stepped into the room and saw Blaine sitting on the loveseat. Controlling himself, Kurt sat in the chair next to it. But even he could see the disappointment on Blaine's face, though he tried to hide it. Kurt pressed play, wondering which movie Blaine had picked when the opening music to his favorite movie of all time came on. He turned towards Blaine.

"This is my favorite movie of ever." Blaine smiled and they continued to watch. About halfway through the opener, Kurt glanced at Blaine and saw the boy looking at him. Kurt tilted his head to the side with a small smile.

"Is everything okay B?" Blaine's cheeks warmed at the nickname. He fidgeted for a second, then looked back at Kurt.

"Can you come sit over here? I don't like that you're so far away." And even though the chairs were only a couple feet apart, Kurt learned his first real lesson about Blaine. He liked to be near someone at all times. Especially when he was sad. So Kurt stood and grabbed a bigger blanket, and sat beside Blaine on the loveseat. He draped the blanket over both of them and felt Blaine nestle into his side, and a small, "Thank you Kurt," fall from his lips.

"Anytime B." The rest of the movie went by in silence, Kurt pretending not to notice when the Wicked Witch laughed Blaine jumped a little. Or when Dorothy arrived back home and Blaine tried to hide his tears in Kurt's shoulder. Kurt pretended not to see these, and simply wrapped an arm around Blaine and turned the movie off. He turned himself to where he was more facing Blaine than he was sitting beside him. Blaine wiped his eyes.

"Sorry. Touchy movie." Kurt smiled.

"Don't be sorry. It's a touchy movie for me too. It's alright." Blaine smiled at Kurt.

"You want to know more about me." It came out more of a statement than Kurt was expecting. Blaine read him like a book.

"Yeah I do. You are easily the best friend I have in this town, and I want to know what makes you, well you."

"It's not a happy story." Blaine whispered.

"I never said it had to be. Just know that whenever you're ready to tell it, I'm ready to listen." Blaine bit his bottom lip and nodded.

"I want you to know me Kurt. I wanna tell you everything. I just don't know how to start." Blaine admitted.

"Well, how bout the beginning? My dad always says that's a nice place." Kurt said. He could see Blaine working himself up for it, and reached out to grab his hand. Blaine took it, and Kurt gave it a firm squeeze. "I'm ready when you are."

Woah. Almost forgot the endnote. Well, sorry about the cliffie, but the next chapter is a thick one. Thought I better separate them. Until Next Time,

Always Remember to Smile! (I'm struggling with this today. :/)

Olivia