They can't touch us or what we have

Blaine pondered this phrase, which Kurt had said on that dreadful yet beautiful prom night, yet couldn't entirely... well he hadn't known what he was searching to feel or know. Frankly he hadn't a faint clue as to what he was looking for or why he was on the hunt in the first given stand. He just wasn't himself lately. Usually little ole Blainers would open up to Kurt about it while they'd exchange words to one another, but this time it was different. He wanted to figure it out on his own, accomplish something for himself for he had felt lately, and seen so no doubt perhaps, that everything in life had been given to him.

He had the solos always given to him at Dalton, Kurt had loved Blaine in the first place then soon after Blaine fell for him deeply, although he deep down already knew he was he just had hard time admitting it, it was easy without pain really. Everything went swell for Blaine, aside from the few dark memories of his insecure past that is.

Blaine was fiddling and flunking his fingers in the overthrow of thoughts and emotions. Staring down at the photograph of a lean mean in a furry humped up coat in the new edition of vogue. The man reminded him of Kurt which merely increased mister Anderson's overwhelming contemplation.

"Are you alright?" Blaine looked up instantly, shocked to the point of almost screaming. He had been so full into his day dreams, so into it. Almost dreamlike. Kurt's eyes, soft and welcoming, seemed to just cradle Blaine's painted eyes like a calm mother of the ocean. He took a few deep breathes along with some mental reminders he often practiced.

"Mm..huh? Oh yeah I'm fine, I'm fine. Just I was...admiring this coat here. It's very interesting. Very GaGa yet...something you'd see on America's Next Top Model or Project Runway." Blaine managed a small yet meager smile, but it was a smile that looked like a fading picture. The light that blows back to pitch darkness.

Kurt, unconvinced to the soles of his leather boots, stared a bit at Blaine for awhile then sighed. "...Well okay. Just...I love you." He stared. They stared. Just deeply in their eyes forever. Or what seemed like forever. Kurt grabbed his hand, Blaine's, without caring who saw. He had seen for a long time that Blaine had something on his mind, and not just a small oh that'd be nice or I wonder this. No it was that deep thought that just tears you apart but you can't do anything about it. It's the analysis of the world, of everything affecting you. You can't help it. It just comes without a welcome. Just a random, spot on visit to you. It tortures you alright.

He didn't know what was going through Blaine's head but he knew there was something. He gave a tight squeeze to his husband's hand. Feeling the metal of both his and Blaine's ring.

"It'll be okay. We'll be okay. Us." He smiled. That smile Kurt gives to Blaine. The smile that told Blaine it was going to be okay, he'll make it so if he has to.

Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder smiling like the in love fool he was. Blaine found it a bit hard to smile right now considering where they were and why. He started to think back to that day when he met his little girl in the hospital. Looking through that glass where there was only sunshine. He tasted the orange whipped butter of it. Seeing life and death all together but in a eternal beauty. Everything was shining and nothing was dark. Remembering back to her first word 'love' how he held her up high that moment simply covering her with kisses and hugs of joy. Everything was perfect. Nothing could hurt them. Just like Kurt said long back ago. Before their sweet daughter was even known in thought.

She was just another reminder to Blaine that when the world sees something so pure and innocent such a sweet girl, they send out the dark to crush it all away. It made him hurt inside. So darn bad did Blaine hurt. That his little May, their little May was consumed in nothing but dark by the world. First seeing her he couldn't and hadn't perceived the pondering that this little girl could be done harm to. He wanted it all back. Every happy moment between all of them. That moment with laughter. Where they first called her May because of how calm and perfect May is just before the excitement and after all the cold wintery gunk.

Now all he sees is her coming home with a pale numb face. The colour of which matched to her interior. Inside she was fighting and fighting to be herself at school with no one putting her down, no one raining on her parade. She didn't understand the world sometimes, but then again no one, aside from her two dads, understood why even through all her experiences of dark society that she would still forgive those and still love them. Regardless of what they had done to her. She felt anything and everything was forgivable. Sometimes it took time for her to forgive but she never failed to forgive anyone.

Blaine and Kurt always suggested transferring but she always denied and ask to stay and show the world what good can do. It seems hard to actually contemplate how this girl could be so proud and courageous even through everything huh? Well to her everything was just a stage in a course made by God to prepare her for the big boss, the one true thing she'll have to face.

"May Elizabeth Anderson Hummel's...parents..." the nurse stared at the two of them, Blaine and Kurt, not in disgust but rather in surprise. Well...maybe a tad of disgust but mostly of surprise. The plump woman motioned her clip board to the door which meant it was time to see May.

Blaine couldn't concentrate. All he could do was worry while trying to hold in the tears. He squeezed real tight at Kurt's palm resulting in Kurt rubbing Blaine's back in reassurance.

"It'll be okay dear. Trust me. It'll be okay.." Kurt whispered that until they got to a room with some numbers and letters on it. Both wanted to walk in. Kurt did but Blaine stopped in his tracks for somehow he just couldn't get his feet to move him to that door.

Kurt turned around and grabbed his hand giving him that look.

"Blaine. You can do this. Like I said it'll be alright. Just trust me."

Both stared in each others eyes. The nurse decided to walk in the room but this time she was obviously disgusted. Blaine tried holding in his tears and hurt. He had to. For May. For Kurt.

"Do you trust me?" Kurt said those few words and something triggered in Blaine, something that he never felt or realized before. He didn't know what exactly was triggered but it was something.

"Y-...Yes. I do." Both smiling now. Both realizing something, whether it's was the same thing may be a mystery. Some things are better left known between two than all.

They both walked in the door hand in hand. Their smiles started to fade as they saw their battered and beaten daughter May laying on the hospital bed. Tubes were tied on her arms and something was connected to another machine from a tube that looked like something for her breathing. Purple blotches covered her body along with a big black one covering one of her eyes and the area around. Her arm was in a cast and beside her bed was a wheelchair. Her legs had seemed to have casts as well and lifted up by something. Stitches were evident on her face and one long one across her chest. Both dads stood there holding in everything burning underneath their skin. As hard as it was they did. They couldn't help but just stand there in shock and every other emotion imaginable.

"I'll leave you two er I mean three alone for a bit..."

Kurt clenched his hand on the foot of the bed.

"...awhile." The nurse left the room most likely unable to stand the tension and what else that all was in the room and in the air.

Neither of them said a word. All they could do was stare at that baby girl of theirs asleep on the bed. Even with all the violent marks on her body and strict pulls of the stitches she looked calm.

They both demanded a story of this horror when they were back home, in their minds at least. Kurt started to release some long broken breathes. Telling Blaine that Kurt was trying with all his might not to sob and scream in anger all at once. Involuntarily he grabbed Kurt and rubbed his back shushing him in comfort.

"We'll get through this don't worry. Shh shh it's okay. She'll be okay. A Hummel never stops fighting right?"

Kurt looked up with his eyes glassy and a face flooded with tears.

"Mhm. And an Anderson never looks straight at the bad." Kurt pushed himself back into Blaine's hold again. Kurt dug his hands into Blaine's gray cotton sweater. Gripping a hold on Blaine.

" She- she hardly e-even looks w-well enough to to go home Bl-laine." Kurt nudged his head under Blaine's chin.

"I know sweetie but...we're taking her home and we'll get this sorted. I swear we will."

The nurse busts through the door.

"Alright you two are you ready to take May home or is it too much-

"No! We...we can handle just please...is there any...I mean..-

"Mister Hummel is it?"
"Hummel Anderson but yes go on. What is it?"

"I don't know how to say this but...can you come out here with me. You too if you would like."

Both Blaine and Kurt followed after the nurse.

"We don't know exactly what all went down at that school but from what we gathered and observed...please know that this is just as hard for me to tell you as it is for you to hear. We gathered that she was beaten by several people and we think majority or all may have been men, strong. We also found out that...she was raped by at least three men and she is pregnant. The men had beaten her or done something down there badly to her. It's very bruised and...damaged down there. I'm sorry."

Both Blaine and Kurt stood there with their eyes wide in everything running through them.

"I'm going to kill them! Who did this? Who is the father? I want answers dammit!" Blaine grabbed Kurt from behind and gripped him close.

"You'll have to ask her when she tells you or is ready to."

The nurse walks away as a doctour comes. Kurt is seen banging his fist at the wall in anger. Blaine doesn't know how to react to this at all. No emotions come across his face. Just shock.

After some time of doctours explaining what things she needs to take and what all needs to be done. The three of them walk out, well...two walk out and May is pushed in wheelchair by Kurt.

Their house isn't much far away, just walking distance enough. No one speaks the whole time. May is still a bit out of it so nothing really sane is crossing her path. Kurt and Blaine just can't speak. Kurt knew that if he said anything, anything at all he'd let out all that anger like a mad men. He was going to do something. By hell he was no matter what. He didn't care what came to him. Blaine knew this, he knew it so well it frightened him. Then all of them entered that dainty white house of theirs. With only the click of the door left behind.