Song: Not Alone – Darren Criss
Date: 25.03.12
"Medium drip, please," Blaine said, pulling his wallet from his pocket to pay. He fumbled with the money; his fingers were still numb from the winter weather. He looked outside to see if it had stopped snowing yet and caught sight of a familiar face.
"Actually, can I get that to go, please?" The barista looked at him like he'd grown an extra head, but gave him his drink and change. He left the coffee shop and returned to the cold, sitting next to Kurt on the bench.
"Hey," Blaine whispered. Kurt jumped.
"Oh, hi…" Kurt mumbled, looking away and rubbing his eyes.
"Kurt, are you OK?" Blaine asked. Kurt looked up. His eyes were red-rimmed and watery. Kurt sniffed and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder.
"It's nothing," he squeaked.
"It's not nothing, Kurt. You've been crying."
"It's just… I just… feel so… alone right now," Kurt mumbled, letting fresh tears fall onto Blaine's jacket.
"Kurt, you are not alone. You have me, and the Warblers, and your old glee club; we're all here for you. Just because there was a handful of people making your life hell at McKinley doesn't mean there aren't lots of other people at Dalton and McKinley to make you feel better."
"I suppose…" Kurt whispered, wiping his eyes again.
"Thank you, Blaine."
Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt into a hug.