A/N: Okay, so this is what came out of 'I Kissed A Girl' - I also had other thoughts but this was the one that wanted to present itself first.

Rating: G/K

Kurt stared angrily at his headboard, wringing his hands together. His chin trembled, his eyes held open too long, tears escaping from their confines.

"Kurt…"

Blaine stood at his door, concerned eyes searching Kurt's face. Kurt sighed. Trust his dad to call Blaine when all he wanted to do was sulk.

"Yeah?" Kurt wiped his eyes, unsure where his tears came from.

"You okay?" Blaine hesitantly walked into the room – he wasn't sure what kind of mood Kurt was in, and until he found out, he wanted to be cautious.

"Yeah." Kurt gave him a wavery smile. "Fine."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "You were crying…"

"Yeah…but I'm fine."

Blaine smirked, climbing onto the bed behind him and pulling him into a hug.

"Come on. Tell me."

Kurt shook his head.

"Please?"

"It's stupid."

"Yeah, but I don't care." Blaine said softly, kissing his shoulder.

Kurt grumbled, turning his head slightly and catching sight of them both in the mirror. Despite Blaine's obvious shorter stature, he seemed to fit perfectly behind Kurt. Blaine was Kurt's everything. But that's all Kurt seemed to have lately.

"I…I feel like…" he paused, trying to collect his thoughts. "I sound needy, but I don't feel like part of the group these days…"

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed. "How do you mean?"

"It's like…" Kurt sighed. "Remember how they all stood up to that guy for Santana?"

Blaine nodded.

"Why didn't they ever do that for me?"

Blaine cuddled him closer.

"I always used to have Mercedes…but she's changed. I've tried texting her, but she's so vague lately and she barely talks to me. She used to be the one that would let me cry to her about how crap everything was getting…and it was a miracle that I found you when I did…"

Blaine lay him down so his head was in Blaine's lap, stroking his hair gently and waiting for him to continue.

"I just…you're so calm around people who approach us, and you stand up for me when nobody else does. And with David gone, I didn't need anyone for a while – I can generally stand up for myself…but having you there…" Kurt sighed. "It's so much easier to be strong."

Blaine kissed his face gently, a small smile on his lips.

"So what are you saying?"

Kurt blanched. "I rambled, didn't I?"

"No…no…I just want to know if you're upset, or angry…and what I can do to fix it."

Kurt smiled. "You're sweet, but there's really nothing you can do."

"Then tell me if you're upset or angry."

"Both?"

"Alright…so you're upset because…you don't feel like a part of the New Directions?"

Kurt nodded a little. "Maybe it's because I went to Dalton…maybe it's because they never really cared about what was happening to me…" he sighed. "But I just feel like I'm liked less around here."

"I like you." Blaine cuddled him.

Kurt laughed. "That's something, at least."

They were silent for a little while.

"Maybe it was more daunting…to stand up to Karofsky." Blaine said softly. "He was physically hurting you…maybe they were just as scared as you were."

Kurt sighed. "I guess…but there's always strength in numbers."

Blaine smiled. "Maybe they were worried he'd come after you individually?"

Kurt cuddled up to him. "Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

Blaine grinned, wrapping him up in his arms. "Trying?" he asked, planting a kiss on his lips.

Kurt laughed, amending himself.

"Thank you for always making me feel better."

A/N: Not the way I wanted it...in my head, Kurt ended up crying and yelling and throwing things...but it wasn't Kurt then. I swear they write themselves...