Little White Lies

Where Is He?

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Blaine Anderson. Where is he?"

"I don't know. Why would I know?"

"Because I've seen you hanging out with him."

"So?"

"So, tell me where he is."

"Why would I tell you?"

"Because I need to know."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do."

"No. He doesn't want to see you right now."

"He doesn't want to see me right now?"

"No. He told me himself."

"Well, thanks for all of the help."

"You're welcome."

"I was being sarcastic."

"See yah Hummel."

"Goodbye Noah."

-_-_-

"Are you okay, Kurt?" Mercedes frowned at her best friend who was pushing his food around on his plate.

"No."

"Why? What's wrong, boo?" Mercedes grabbed Kurt's hand.

"I don't know where Blaine is." Kurt's voice broke as he looked up to Mercedes.

"You wouldn't of cared before. So why care now?"

"Because I need answers! I possibly just uncovered a part of my life that has been missing ever since that fucking accident. And now the one person that could help me figure everything out isn't even here." Kurt sighed as he dropped his head into his hands.

"I'm sure he'll come back soon, Kurt."

"How can you be sure? He doesn't seem like the kind of person to come back to school once he's left."

"I don't think he's left. Maybe he just got sick?"

"Sick enough to stay off school? In one day?" Kurt asked sarcastically, "Sure."

"Just don't beat yourself up about it." Mercedes sighed, "Am I still going to your house after school?"

"I guess." Kurt stood up, "Come on. The bells gonna go soon."

"Hey fairy." Kurt winced at the voice and sat down. Not this again, "I heard you got into an accident."

A hand grabbed Kurt's collar and lifted him up out of his seat, "Are you gonna answer me, Lady?"

"Y-yes I got into an accident."

"Good. I just wanted to say how terrible it is to have you back. Now get outta my sight. I don't wanna catch your faggy disease." Karofsky shoved him towards the door to the canteen and forced him to leave.

-_-_-

"So, you and Sam?" Kurt smirked at his best friend who lay beside him on his bed.

"It was one kiss, Kurt." Mercedes sighed, "I doubt it meant anything to him."

"Have you seen the way he looks at you?" Kurt grinned, "I'm pretty sure it meant something to him.

"I don't know." Mercedes rubbed the back of her neck, "Can we just talk about something else, please?"

"Sure." Kurt laughed, "I got the new edition of vogue."

"Ooh! This one's meant to be a good one." Mercedes clapped her hands excitedly

"All vogue is good." Kurt scoffed.

About ten minutes later they heard the doorbell go, "Who is that?"

"I don't know. Why would I know? It's your house."

"Well I don't know."

"Kurt? Come down here please!" Burt shouted from downstairs.

"Come on 'Cedes."

"Hey, dad. What's up?"

"Get me an ice pack, please." Burt's head popped around the corner to the living room, worry etched on his face.

"Is everything alright?" Kurt asked when he and Mercedes walked into the living room, ice pack in hand.

"We have a bit of a situation." Burt gestured to a boy sat on the couch in front of him.

Kurt gasped. There on the couch sat a boy with a black eye, a bloody nose and blood dripping down his forehead. If it was anybody else Kurt would have been yelling at them for getting blood on the sofa. But it wasn't anybody else, it was was; "Blaine?"

"Hey, Kurt." The boy smiled weakly, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

"What the hell happened?" Kurt asked as he passed the ice pack to Blaine who muttered a quiet 'thank you'.

"He won't tell me." Burt shook his head.

"It was just a fight." Blaine shrugged.

"Just a fight?" Burt repeated, "I'm waiting for Carole to get home but I'm pretty sure that your heads gonna need stitches."

"But what're you doing here?" Kurt frowned at the boy who shook his head.

"He, uh, he used to be 'round here a lot." Burt sighed.

"Why?" Kurt glanced at Mercedes who had been silent ever since they'd gotten downstairs.

"Well, umm, you and him were, uh, quite- quite close." Burt laughed humourlessly, "Before the accident."

"I knew it!" Kurt cried.

"You knew?" Blaine asked in disbelief.

"Well I didn't know but I had an idea." Kurt grinned, "How'd I know you?"

Kurt frowned at everyone in the room who fell quiet and began fidgeting awkwardly.

"Dad? Blaine?"

Blaine sighed and changed the topic, "I got into a fight with Karofsky. Because I saw what he did at lunch. It's not fair that he's still doing that."

"You, uh, you got into a fight because of me?" Kurt closed his eyes, "Why?"

"Because he's been bullying you ever since I met you and it's just not fair. He's a fucking asshole."

"I can agree on that one." Kurt laughed, quietly, "So no one's going to tell me how I knew Blaine?"

Kurt nodded sadly into the silence that came as an answer before dropping into the seat next to Blaine.