I don't own Glee.

The girl calmly walked through the yard of over grown bushes and up the stairs of the creaky porch. The front door's paint was peeling and windows were broken from children who had thrown rocks through them over the years. The whole house was a scene of neglect. Tentatively, she reached a shaky hand out to the rusted knob and turned it slowly, building suspense.

Kurt sat on the floor with his arms around his knees that were pulled up to his chest. Tomorrow, classes were cancelled for some odd and unspecified reason and the Warblers had taken the opportunity to stay up late and have a movie marathon.

A horror movie marathon.

Usually Kurt could watch movies like this if he were with Mercedes or Quinn because they would just talk and make fun of everything happening on screen.

"How idiotic can you be? Going into a house that clearly is where the psycho killer will be waiting. She's dumber than Finn." Kurt would say and the girls would laugh, but right now he was surrounded by teenage boys that were very much into the movie and would kill him if he talked.

The blonde on screen finally completed the task of opening the door ever so slowly and was now on her way to taking her first step inside into the darkness. She walked down a hallway completely clueless to the fact that a dark silhouette was on the wall.

Kurt buried his face in his knees, biting his lip to keep from squeaking embarrassingly. Next to him sat the most perfect boyfriend in the world and Kurt definitely did not want him to find out about his horror movie phobia.

Now the killer was right behind her, being creepy and breathing down her neck. Of course she didn't notice and just looked around.

Kurt couldn't take the suspense. He knew that he was being a baby and the guys were sure to tease him about this for a long time after this night, but he had to get out of there. Looking around, mapping out the best exit route as to not step on too many Warblers, he stood up and rushed out of the room and out into the hallway.

Sighing a breath of relief to finally be free from the terror, Kurt felt a hand on a shoulder.

To say that Kurt was scared was an understatement.

The fashionista jumped and shrieked bloody murder before turning around to find the one person he didn't want to see.

"Oh my goodness!" Kurt said with a hand over his heart. "Don't ever do that again. Don't you know it's rude to sneak up on people?" He told Blaine.

"Are you okay?" Blaine questioned with concern and raised eye brows.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Kurt asked, trying to play it aloof, picking imaginary lint off his always immaculate shirt.

"I don't know. Maybe because you ran out of the room and screamed like I was going to kill you when I touched your shoulder." Blaine said, taking a step closer and touching Kurt's arm.

"I'm just tired and you caught me off guard."

"You sure?" Blaine asked suspiciously, searching Kurt's face.

Kurt nodded. "You should really get back to the movie." He said, looking back at the doors and then to Blaine, feeling guilty that he was missing the movie because he was a wimp.

The older boy shook his head. "I'd rather stay out here and comfort my adorably scared boyfriend."

"I'm not scared." He protested quickly, folding his arms across his chest.

"And I like girls." Blaine dead panned before taking a hold of Kurt's hand and pulling him though the hallway.

They ended up in Blaine's room lying intertwined on the bed together.

"I'm sorry." Kurt murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between the two.

"Why?" Blaine asked incredulously, furrowing his thick eyebrows together in confusion.

"I made you miss the movie." Kurt sighed.

"Don't be sorry; that's absolutely preposterous." Blaine commanded gently as Kurt gave a small chuckle at his boyfriends word choice of 'preposterous'.

"I would much rather be with you than watch that ridiculous movie and I would never leave you alone when you're scared. I'm the one who should be sorry." He concluded.

"And why is that?" Kurt asked, now intrigued.

"I should have been a decent boyfriend and actually noticed that you were scared instead of ignoring you and watching a dumb movie." He said woefully.

Kurt scoffed and shook his head. "That is just ridiculous. I made a point of not concerning you with this. Don't delude yourself into thinking you are anything less than a perfect boyfriend." He protested vehemently.

"Why did you make a point of not telling me?"

The younger boy took a moment to answer and seemed to be deciding what to say and if he should truthfully answer at all. "I know acting like a pre teen girl is not the most attractive quality to have." Kurt said finally.

Blaine rolled on his side to face his boyfriend. "You are so adorable."

"Excuse me?" Kurt rolled over so he and Blaine were face to face on the bed.

"You aren't a 'pre teen girl' because you were scared." Blaine scoffed. "You are adorable and I love you more because of it."

Kurt smiled and pressed his lips against the other boys.

"I love you too."

This is the shortest chapter yet. I'm so disappointed in myself.

Anyway, thank you to everyone who took the time and did anything like review or favorite. I love you!