I'm back! Hello!

Sooo, wonderful trip! Has anyone who reads this ever been to Capri? It's beautiful! I love it! Aaaand I got all Land of Stories books today! Yaay!

I had hoped that I was going to write a lot, buuut I have not written a whole chapter but I have really many one shots and ideas, plus some Night Vale fanfic! Has anyone listened to that? My new OTP ( Carlos and Cecil ) is from Night Vale! I looove it and me and my best friend Ronja is going on a live show here in Sweden! I'm so exited! And I have written some fanfic about Klaine loving Night Vale, so I will probaly post that! And everytime I try writing my computer somehow destroys it. :/ But well.

And thanks for revives and favorites and follows! I love you all!

So, enough talking, to the story! Hope you'll enjoy!

Disclamer: I do not own Glee or Kurt and Blaine. And I know I don't do this a lot, but I feel like I should do this sometimes!

When Blaine walked into McKinley the Monday after the open house it felt odd.

No one acted differently. The usual talk about who went on a date with who and who wore what was now joined by the talk about who they had met at the open hose and who might start here. Blaine knew no one knew what had happened, but it still felt odd. He just couldn't explain it.

And if they knew, his popularity would be gone faster then he could say ''Qudditch''. Blaine knew he shouldn't really care about those things, but he did. He just wanted to be popular and have friends and sit with people at the lunch.

At his old school he had been kind of a nerd so he didn't have so many friends. He really loved reading, Harry Potter, The Lord of The Rings, Sherlock Holmes and many more. It was just that he wanted to fit in, he wanted to to be liked. And was that really so unusual? Wanting to being liked?

When he came to McKinley he decided to try out to the football team, he was pretty athletic actually. And he got in and quickly got popular and things changed. So many rules, what he could and couldn't do, who he got to hang out with and who didn't get to hang out with. Then he got set up with Rachel.

He hadn't been interested in dating anyone at the time, but the jocks said he had to, it would make him more popular. So, Rachel and he went on a date and got together. He never really liked liked Rachel but it was nice to have company. In the begging, then it got too much. She became more and more... well, boring. She only talked gossip, who became more popular and who became less popular. Today wasn't any different. Blaine hadn't really listened, but suddenly it was like he woke up and he heard what she was talking about.

''...some cool girls that might start here, but they weren't sure. They told me they saw the glee club preform and they were so bad. I can't believe how Santana, Quinn and Brittany can hang out with those losers! Like, even Puckerman has lost some of his badnesses, and his like the bad boy of the school! Gosh, and that Hummel guy is such a freak. The glee club managed to get even less cooler when he joined! I mean, he dresses like he steals clothes from his mother or-'' That was the last straw.

''That's not fair, you don't know how his life is. And by the way, do I need to remind you that for a few months ago you were one of ''those losers''?'' Blaine had no idea where it came from, but he just snapped. He was tired of Rachel talking like she was better then everybody. Rachel was just staring at him, shocked and angry. She stood like that for a few seconds, then turned and ran away. Blaine turned and angrily walked the other direction, not knowing what he wanted to do. He needed to be alone, that was all he knew. He heard the clock ring, but he just kept walking. He couldn't really care less. Soon the corridors were empty and he was alone. He sat down and leaned against the wall, trying to clear his mind, but it didn't work. He was annoyed and angry, at himself and the jocks and Rachel and everything. He just wanted to figure it all out, everything he ever wondered. He wanted to understand his feelings for Kurt and how to protect him and how he could get out of this place because it was driving him mad. He didn't want Rachel as his girlfriend and he didn't want-

He fell silent and listened. Yep, that was a banging. Someone was banging at a door like they couldn't get out. He just tried not to care, trying to think, but then he heard a call for help. And he just couldn't ignore it anymore. He went up and started walking against the sound and he finally got to it. It was the janitors closet, barricaded with two chairs and a long stick. He didn't understand why the stick was there, it made no use. One chair could have made it hard to get out. He went to the door and took away the chairs and the stick ( why? ) and unlocked the door. ( which idiot leaves the key? ) He opens it and out comes Kurt, almost falling on him. Blaine catches him before he could hurt himself, but as Kurt looked up Blaine knew he wasn't okay. Kurt looked like he had been crying a relly long time and he was still. Blaine changed their postition so he had one arm around Kurt's shoulder and one who held him up by the chest.

"Hey, breath. Breath, it's okay I'm here with you. Calm down, take some deep breaths. Come on, let's go get you cleaned up." Blaine started walking with Kurt to the boys bathroom. When they came there Blaine let go of Kurt and opened the door. Kurt walked to the wall across the bathroom and slid down at the floor. Blaine locked the door, not wanting anyone to walk in on them now. He slowly walked over to Kurt, but he didn't sit down. He gave Kurt time to calm down, to be able to speak clear without being interrupted by sobs. So, he stood there in about three minutes and then Kurt spoke.

"I've got claustrophobia, that's why I freaked out so much. I'm sorry." Kurt was still crying a little when he was done speaking, but Blaine felt like he was allowed to sit down. So he did, he sat down next to Kurt, their bodies touching and he let Kurt rest his head on his shoulder. They sat there and Blaine knew he didn't have to ask anymore. Why it had been done, how it had been done and by who was obvious.

''Why are you here by the way? Don't you have, like class?'' Kurt asked and oh right, class.

''I got into a fight with Rachel and got really angry and annoyed so I walked away to think. Then I heard you.'' When Blaine was done Kurt carefully moved a little closer, so they were as close as they could. Blaine put his arm around Kurt, trying to comfort him.

''So, what happened to you?'' Blaine asked, trying to be polite. He had no idea what to so he just tried to make sure he knew what happened. Kurt took a deep breath and it seemed liked he tried to decide if he was going to speak or not.

''Well, I was walking to class and then suddenly Karofsky and some other guys pushed me into the janitors closet, closed the door, locked it and barricaded it. I tried to get it open but I couldn't I freaked out and started panic. I was scared I wouldn't get out or that something would happened or that no one would find me and I would be stuck there over the night-'' Blaine cut him off by hugging him tightly. Kurt was tense at first, but then relaxed. Then Kurt started crying again. Not sobbing, just crying. And then Blaine of course started crying. Blaine felt like an idiot, would he ever be able to be a good friend to Kurt?

''You're a really good friend Blaine.'' Blaine almost laughed. He was probably the worst friend in the history of bad friends.

''I'm probably the worst friend ever.'' He felt that Kurt shook his head and then sat up and looked at Blaine.

''Why? I'm an awful friend to you when other people are around. How can I be a good friend?'' Kurt smiled weakly at Blaine and oh god he is so cute when he smiles.

''Yes, you are an awful friend when others are around, but an amazing friend when we're alone. Or when you are with Solivan. You are a good guy.'' With those words Kurt rose and went to the door, opened it and walked out without a good bye. Blaine sat there and thought awhile about what Kurt had said. Then he also went up and started walking to his his next class.

When he had walked trough a few corridors a voice stopped him.

''Stop right there Anderson, we have a few things to discuss.''

Who could that be? We'll find out later!

Have you guys heard the song ''Happy Little Pill'' by Troye Sivan? If not, listen!

Please revive and tell me if there is something you think I should do differently or if you just wanna say something!

Well, until next time. Good night Night Vale, good night.