A/N: Pointless bit of pointlessness. I have so many theories for Blaine it's not funny.

Kurt and Blaine had agreed to leave right after dinner, getting into their separate cars after a long, drawn out goodbye. They had each other on their hands free sets while they drove, following each other to Kurt's house.

"I'm going to go home and get some stuff before I stay over…I mean, if you want me over?" Blaine said, merging so he was behind Kurt's navigator.

"Yeah, of course I do." Kurt grinned, watching Blaine's form in the rear-view mirror. "Want me to come?"

"Uhh…nah." Blaine said slowly. "You go home and do some damage control – I'm sure Burt and Carole will want to talk to you."

Kurt was a little miffed. "Alright." He chuckled. "I haven't been to your place in ages."

Blaine laughed uneasily. "That's okay, I like your house better anyway." He turned off at his exit.

"Alright, well, I'll see you when you get back to mine?"

"Yep, bye!"

"Bye!"

Blaine hung up and let out a supressed breath, taking the backstreets to his apartment. Ever since he left Dalton to go to McKinley, he had been living on his own. Coming out in grade 8 hadn't made his father very happy, and sending him to Dalton was a sure way of getting rid of him.

When Blaine had suggested going to a public school, his father had been furious – 'Anderson's don't mess with the common folk' – and even more so when he found out that Blaine was transferring for another bloke.

So he kicked his son out.

Blaine was lost and confused at the time – living with Nick's parents until his mother stepped in and bought him the apartment. While she kept under her husband's wing, she couldn't abandon her only son. They wrote letters to each other, and she often sent him money, but she hadn't seen him for 2 years.

Kurt had enough on his plate – he didn't need the burden of knowing that Blaine was sleeping alone in some crappy apartment.

Blaine pulled into the small parking lot and grabbed his bag, sighing as he fished out his keys. He knew Kurt would find out someday; and when he did, he wouldn't be happy.

A/N: Meep.