Fostered [Discontinued]

XI

When Kurt got back to Dalton, his shoulder and back were hurting like never before.

Blaine looked up curiously when he walked into the dorm. "You're back already?"

"They were busy this weekend, I'd rather not stay home alone when I could be here," Kurt made up on the spot. He sat on the couch next to Blaine, exhausted. His house wasn't close.

"You okay?" Blaine asked.

"Blaine," Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, "why do all the teachers hate me?"

"They don't hate you, Kurt."

Kurt sighed. "Please?"

"Well..." Blaine bit his lip. "You do kinda look like you've gotten in a lot of fights. All your injuries and such. And they probably think that you're trouble because of that."

Kurt paused. "That make sense. But when will they realize that that's not the case?"

"They will. They just have to get to know you."

Kurt sighed again. "I don't want to wait."

Blaine chuckled, wrapping his arm around Kurt. "You'll be fine."

Kurt smiled at the touch, nuzzling into Blaine's side. He was so touch-starved, it felt so nice.