A/N: Hi all!

So I am posting because I had the urge to write and I just went with it and now there is a chapter instead of a 'Kurt reacts to Blaine wanting to propose' fic (which was going to be angsty anyway)

So I don't know if you guys liked last chapter at all and that makes me a little nervous to post this one.

I really like some of this but then others are a bit 'meh'. It is also three in the morning and I am not a very reliable judge of my own work so how about you read it and then tell me what you think :)

Since I haven't posted this in a while:

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any movies, musicals, songs, events, products, clothing, labels, schools, names or anything else you can think of I own nothing except my imagination.

This is a Kurt/Blaine fic, so if you don't like boy x boy then there is a little 'x' button in the right hand corner of this page feel free to click it in times of closed mindedness.

NOW:

The wooden chair next to him, like the others around it, creaked and made an irritating grinding sound as someone sat on it. A man had called for the meeting to start and it was like a chorus of screaming wood. Blaine had come in early, Kurt escorting him; Blaine had clumsily fallen into the chair, Kurt dropping to his knees to make sure he was okay. Blaine had thought about something in that moment. Something he used to spend quite a deal thinking about.

Kurt's eyes.

The last time Blaine had seen Kurt look up at him from his knees, they were in quite a different situation. Kurt's eyes had been full of lust and passion but in those moments when he asked if Blaine was okay, his voice timid and unsure, his eyes only held pity.

Blaine hadn't followed Kurt out with his eyes like his younger self would; the sight of Kurt walking away was too painful to watch now.

So Blaine sat in solidarity waiting for something to happen and when it did his heart raced and his hands became clammy, people started talking and Blaine couldn't look up. Everyone had their own story to tell. Some were stories that made Blaine's feel smaller in comparison, so he kept quiet. Person after person spoke but it wasn't until the fifth story in that Blaine's head rose even a millimetre.

The boy that spoke did not speak on his own accord, the head of the group had asked him to stand up and speak. Blaine knew the voice but the memory of it was like a butterfly flying just out of a child's reach.

He listened for a while before actually looking up, the voice that spoke was so small and nervous, quite like Blaine's own voice.

"I-I'm here for pretty much the same reason as all of you, do I really need to talk?"

Blaine looked up in that moment, the boy had a certain way of asking questions, he was unsure and curious but at the same time withdrawn and almost absent.

"Is that okay here?" and in that moment the butterfly came back with a swarm.

The sandy haired boy that Blaine had the pleasure of running into on two different occasions was standing in front of a wooden chair like Blaine's, eyes focused on the head of the group.

"It's important for you to share Micah, it's part of the healing process," the leader said and Blaine rolled his eyes and groaned. "Blaine, do you have something to say?"

"Not particularly," Blaine said as he leant back in his chair, looking at the boy the leader had called 'Micah'.

"If you have an opinion it's important to share it."

"That's exactly why I groaned sir, your blatant disregard for someone's right to speak or in this case not speak," Blaine snapped without a semblance of guilt.

"Words are healing Blaine, why don't you give it a try? You might find it refreshing to share."

Blaine picked his cane up off the ground and pushed himself off of the chair, the leader smiled and verbally commended his courage, Blaine gave a slight bow before hobbling his way around his chair and making off for the exit. When he stumbled a warm arm held him up.

Once out of the room and seated on a waiting room chair Blaine looked at Micah.

"Why did you help me?"

Micah looked down at his feet, "I have a good memory of you helping me up when I fell, I just didn't let it get that far."

"Thank you."

"It's no problem, it was sort of nice to leave."

"That guy was a bit intrusive huh?"

"He's always like that, he's just a stand in though, Lacey is a lot nicer," Micah said as he sat across from Blaine.

"So she doesn't spin the whole 'words are healing' thing?" Blaine asked with a smile.

"No, she encourages you to speak but she doesn't force you."

They sat in silence for a moment, Blaine unsure of what to do as there was easily another thirty minutes before Kurt came back to pick him up, it was a wonder that Blaine had convinced Kurt to actually leave at all.

"I should go," Micah mumbled, Blaine watched him stumble to his feet as he made a decision.

"Micah, there's a coffee shop around here isn't there?" Blaine asked and Micah paused at the sound of Blaine saying his name.

"Yeah, it's around the corner."

"Can you escort me? If you haven't noticed I sort of have silly legs at the moment and a fair amount of free time."

"Yeah sure, I need to head that way anyway."

"I was thinking maybe you'd like to join me?" Blaine hadn't meant it as a question but his voice had hitched with nerves as he spoke, it had been a long time since he was able to talk to someone that didn't look at him with pity.

Micah bit his lip in a habitual way before nodding.

As the door of the exit closed behind them Kurt wandered back into the room, his own coffee from the vending machine in hand, he sat back down in the seat next to the one Blaine previously occupied.

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Blaine and Micah sat awkwardly in the coffee shop, Blaine looking around at the new surroundings and Micah looking at Blaine. When Blaine looked back at Micah he'd already turned his head away.

"So Micah is an interesting name, where does it come from?"

"It's actually short for Michael," Micah said quietly and Blaine tensed at the name.

"Oh well Michael is a nice name," Blaine said distantly trying to block out the image of Aiden.

"My dad's kind of the religious type, I prefer Micah."

"I like Micah, it's sweet," Blaine smiled and Micah looked up at him.

"Thanks," Micah smiled back.

The waitress brought their coffee's over and Blaine gave her a quick thanks.

"So I haven't seen you at school lately," Micah started.

"Well I technically don't go to McKinley yet, I'm in the process of transferring but you know, distractions," Blaine said looking down at his right arm, he had a long sleeve jacket on but Micah didn't need the sight of the bandage to know what Blaine was thinking.

"Well it will be nice when you do, no one really talks to me there and it might be nice to have a friend floating around the halls," Micah said. "Unless we aren't friends, I don't normally make friends, is this a friend thing? Are we friends?"

"No."

Micah's face fell.

"We're acquaintances at the moment but I would definitely like to become your friend, I could do with one at the moment."

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Kurt waited anxiously for the group to disband, he wanted to see if Blaine was okay, Blaine hadn't spoken much since he woke up and Kurt was concerned for his mental welfare.

People filed out of the large room and Kurt wandered in, he expected to find Blaine where he left him but all that remained was a sour faced man.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Blaine; do you know where he is?"

"He walked out halfway through the session, I don't have a clue where he's gone."

Kurt paused, "I was waiting in the halls, he didn't pass me."

"Maybe he turned invisible, all I know is that him and Micah left half way through."

Kurt frowned and pulled out his phone, he had Blaine's number up in one second, pressing the button to call the next.

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"You were really cool in the group therapy, I haven't seen anyone talk to Matt the way you did," Micah said and Blaine shrugged.

"I didn't like what he was saying."

"I just find it really awesome that you had the courage to do it."

"I'm anything but courageous, I wouldn't have been in that group therapy if I was," Blaine whispered.

Micah swallowed thickly as he fought off the looming reality of his own emotions.

"I'm sorry, I just put a damper on the mood, it's just that every day is like a whirlwind and I don't feel like I'm keeping up with it all," Blaine mumbled into his coffee cup.

"No, I get It, I really do and besides, real courage isn't your ability to deal with a situation it's your ability to acknowledge your humanity."

Blaine smirked, "you know, for a quiet guy you sure talk a lot."

Micah laughed and Blaine smiled at the sound of it a moment later Blaine's phone started buzzing in his pocket, the ringtone following quickly after. Blaine pulled it out and looked at the picture of Kurt that showed up when Kurt called him. Blaine looked at Micah for a moment, he looked at the glint of happiness that shone in his eyes and for a fleeting moment it replaced everyone's pity. Blaine put the phone on silent and turned it face down on the table.

Micah looked from the phone to the vacant expression on Blaine's face his own face softening from a smile. "You can answer a phone call if you have to Blaine."

"It's not important," Blaine smiled.

A/N: And that's all for tonight.

Sorry? Maybe?

But I have been working on this plot for a while and I really like Micah.

Okay please review and tell me what you think, it's important for me to know :)

Love Shae xo