A/N: Hullo! I had this idea in my mind for a while, and then I finally got to writing it down! It's quite sad, just a warning. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!
"We'll be back in a few hours, alright? Don't do anything stupid."
"I know, Dad," Kurt smiled fondly as his dad patted his shoulder.
Finn, Carole and Burt were going to be gone for most of the night. Finn had already left earlier with Puck for football practice, and Burt and Carole were going to see his game.
"See you, sweety," Carole chirped to Kurt, who gave her a little wave, "don't stay up too late." she added.
"I won't," Kurt replied.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Alright, then," Carole smiled and gave Kurt a kiss on the cheek, before heading out the door.
"See ya later, son," Burt said finally and then shut the door after him.
Kurt turned away from the door with a smile on his face.
The house to himself. That didn't happen too often.
"I know we're on episode seven, but I haven't really gotten into it yet."
About an hour after his parents had left, Kurt was speaking to Rachel on the phone. He introduced her to Sex and the City and she promised to watch. They watched the episodes together every week. Well, together as in Rachel watched on one end of the phone and Kurt watched on the other.
"You'll grow to love it, trust me," he told Rachel, and he heard a little laugh down the phone.
"I trust you."
He was about to speak again when he heard a knock on the door.
The last thing he needed right now was a distraction.
He sighed heavily, "Hold on, Rachel."
He put his phone down and paused Sex and the City.
As he approached the door, the knock got more frequent and stronger.
Whoever this person was, they sure were rude.
"Hold on!" Kurt yelled, and he swung the door open, his expression an angry one.
However, it changed completely when he saw who was before him.
It was Blaine. Blaine was hurt. Blaine was bleeding and bruised and hurt. The stormy weather outside had soaked his clothes, hair and body. He was shivering and crying.
"...Blaine," Kurt breathed, "o-oh my god."
"K-Kurt," Blaine choked out, looking up at his boyfriend with an expression of complete helplessness.
"Come in, come on," Kurt told him, and he did as he was told.
"What happened to you, Blaine?" Kurt asked when Blaine was inside.
Blaine tried to get words out, but they sounded more like incoherent noises, and he ended up bursting into tears, loudly sobbing, his hands reaching out to Kurt.
Kurt wrapped his boyfriend in a tight hug, rubbing circles on his back and shushing him.
He let go after a long moment and said,
"Wait here for just a second, okay? I'll be right back."
Blaine nodded slowly and Kurt ran to his living room, where he picked up his phone and said,
"R-Rachel? I have to go."
After Blaine had calmed down a little, Kurt took him downstairs to his bedroom and sat him down on the sofa.
"Blaine? I know it's gonna be hard, but we have to talk about what happened, okay?" he said quietly, rubbing his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Don't you know what happened?" Blaine burst out suddenly, "don't you know what always happens? My dad flipped his shit because he sees everything so fucking black-and-white!" he yelled, his voice wavering and cracking in places.
"Shh, shh, calm down," was all Kurt said in reply.
Blaine had told Kurt about his dad before, how he didn't accept Blaine for who he was, and it wasn't the first time he had heard the term "sees everything so fucking black-and-white" used against Blaine's father.
He told him that his dad hit him, but he had never seen Blaine this brusied , bloody, broken and... vunerable before.
"Didn't I tell you to stand up to him?" Kurt said after a short silence, "the next time he tried to hit you. I told you to stand up to him."
Blaine looked over at his boyfriend. His brow was furrowed and his eyes were welling up with tears again.
"I tried, Kurt," he said in what was almost a whisper, "I t-tried, and he just got angrier."
A tear fell down Blaine's cheek, and Kurt wiped it away with his thumb, wrapping his arms around Blaine and hugging him again.
"He doesn't care," Blaine said bitterly, his head on Kurt's shoulder, "he doesn't care about what I think, or who I am. He doesn't care about me. Apparently having an opinion gives him more of a reason to beat me until I can't feel anymore."
Kurt hated hearing Blaine say these things. He wonders what happens to brave, confident, courageous Blaine at times like these. Sometimes he wonders if it was all for show, if Blaine really was as strong-willed and fearless as he made himself out to be. Where did all the courage that he so strongly promoted go?
"I need to see where he hurt you. I need to help you," Kurt let go of Blaine, examining his face. There was already enough damage there. Please say there isn't any more.
"He hurt me all over," Blaine sniffed.
"Then I have to see. Take your clothes off," Kurt instructed, only realising how innappropriate it sounded after he had said it.
Blaine stared at Kurt for a moment before beginning to unbutton his soaking shirt, barely holding back sobs as he uncovered all of the dark blotches and bruises on his torso.
"E-Everything. Show me everything," Kurt's voice was shaking, but he had to be strong. He was here to fix Blaine. To help him.
Blaine undid the button and the zipper on his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles, then kicking them off. He reached down and took off his shoes, wincing - obviously his back hurt.
His legs had fewer bruises, which was good. There were still one or two prominent, black-ish purple bruises on his thighs and shins, but it was a lot better compared to his top half.
"I look so gross," Blaine cried, "I look so fucking ugly."
"You don't," Kurt re-assured him, and he meant it.
"Yes I do!" Blaine near-screamed back, "He makes me look like a zombie. He makes me look like a freak."
"You're not a freak, Blaine," Kurt replied, and more sternly this time.
"He wants to make me nothing! He makes me feel like shit, and he makes me look like shit! He's just hoping that my self-esteem will just wither away! And you know what the worst thing is? He's doing a pretty fucking good job," Blaine went on, tears freely flowing down his face.
"Blaine, please don't-"
"He doesn't even need any alcohol to throw me around! He doesn't even have the excuse of being drunk! He just thinks I'm this big pile of nothing. That I'm a fucking worthless piece of shit, and he's getting me to think the same about myself. And that isn't fucking right! I can't even stand up to him. I'm too much of a pussy to try and get my dignity back. I try once, he knocks me off my feet. Hurts me even more. I c-can't fight back because he's t-too quick. And I'm too s-scared." Blaine finished finally. By the end his voice was weak and hoarse, like he had a sore throat. It was cracking and shaking, in fact, his whole body was shaking, his face was wet with tears, and his eyes were red.
Kurt just stood and stared at his boyfriend. His beautiful mess of a boyfriend.
"I...I need t-to fix you up," he decided to say, turning to go to the bathroom, swallowing hard and wiping a tear from just under his eye.
Kurt returned a few minutes later with a box of plasters, disinfectants and many other things.
Blaine was looking better. If he had been crying more, it wasn't that evident, and he had regained a little of the colour in his face.
"I'm gonna do your face first, okay?" Kurt said in the silence, and Blaine nodded.
He first took a wipe from the box and wiped the dried blood from around Blaine's nose until every little bit was gone.
Next, he took disinfectant and poured some onto a cotton pad, starting to wipe at the cuts and grazes on Blaine's face. He could tell the disinfectant stung, as Blaine winced a little. He finished that and then took a pack of plasters from the box.
He took one of appropriate size and covered a cut on Blaine's cheek. It was rather large and quite deep. He wondered how Blaine got it. He decided not to think about it.
He didn't cover any other cuts because they were really too minor and it was unnecessary.
When he hugged Blaine, he noticed sticky blood on the back of his head, so he did his best to clean that up, too.
Blaine had a large-ish bruise on his opposite cheek. It covered more of his face, too, up towards his forehead, and creeping down to his jaw, but Kurt could really just let that heal itself.
"Your face is finished," he announced as he made one last dab of disinfectant at a cut on Blaine's lip.
"Thank you," Blaine mumbled, looking down at the rest of his body, "what're you going to do about all this?" he asked.
"Well," Kurt paused, "there's nothing I really can do. Just hope for them to heal quickly, okay?"
"Okay, Doctor Hummel," Blaine replied, a very slight pick-up in his tone. Kurt laughed a little.
"We can take you to a real doctor tomorrow, okay? See if anything's broken," he said simply, "and you need to have a shower, to make sure you and your wounds are all clean."
Blaine frowned, "Not now, though, right?"
Kurt shook his head, "Right now you just need to relax."
Kurt got Blaine a fresh set of clothes. They were Finn's, and they were a little big on Blaine, but they would do.
He set his boyfriend down on the sofa under a heap of blankets and there were plenty of pillows under his head, too. He had also made Blaine some leek and potato soup.
"Do you like Sex and the City?" Kurt asked him. Blaine nodded under his blankets.
"Perfect, then," he let the DVD play as he punched a number into his phone.
Just before he dialled he clambered over the mountain of blankets and kissed his boyfriend softly on the lips. When he pulled away, he kissed him again, but this time on his nose.
Blaine gave him a little smile, "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," Kurt cooed back, finally dialling the number.
"Hey, Rachel," he chirped after a moment, "You can play it again. And I've got Blaine with me this time."
"Oh, really?" Rachel said happily, "put it on loud speaker," Kurt did so, "Hi Blaine!" Rachel almost yelled into the phone, giggling afterwards.
"Hey Rach," Blaine said with a smile and a short laugh, his voice still weak.
"I'll leave you on loud speaker. Now, where were we?" Kurt set his phone down on the table in front of them, focusing his attention on Sex and the City.
Suddenly, sleepiness hit Blaine. He'd had a long, hard day. It was time to sleep. Time to sleep and forget all the bad things that happened that day. All the screaming, crying and injuries. He would wipe it all from his mind. It would take him a fair amount of time to be one-hundred-percent again, but he was making slow and steady progress. He could worry about all of that another time. Right now, all he wanted to think about was now. Now was perfect.
And just before he drifted off to sleep, for the first time today, Blaine felt happy.