A/N: Hey! The Mayborn loser here! Just putting up this chapter for an idea that popped into my head, I am unsure wether to continue or not so ANY feedback at all would be greatly appreciated and if it IS continued the next chapt. may take a while as it's very sketchy. Thanks

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Don't let me get me.

Warbler's practice ran on that day, something about choreography and perfecting lyrics but no-one was really listening. Wes had been on a tangent for the better part of an hour and the rest of the acapella choir quickly realised that he wouldn't really notice if they were listening or not and so decided to have their own conversations until Wes ran out of steam. It is here our story begins and it is here that we find two of our favourite warblers; Kurt and Blaine were huddled at the end of one of the leather sofas, both boys had their eyes focused on the small phone in Kurt's hand, both pairs of eyes raking over screen as shock and concern and glimpses of anger flashed across Blaine's usually calm and happy face while sadness and fear stood out prominently on Kurts. All of a sudden the younger let out a shaking sob and buried his face in his hands thus dropping his phone onto the polished wooden floor. The abrupt change in atmosphere caused each and every warbler present to stop what they were doing and look up including Wes. Blaine leaned off the sofa and retrieved the phone from the floor, he quickly found the text in question and frantically began re-reading it before he to, fell back against the sofa a dazed expression taking over his face while Kurt continued to sob quietly into his hands. The Warblers looked to one another, unsure of what to do. Jeff, a lanky boy with floppy, blonde hair stepped forward and gingerly pried the phone from Blaine's fingers in order to read the text which had left both Blaine and Kurt in frightening states. Nothing however could prepare him for the next thing he read, it was short and concise, cryptic but still able to get the point across...if you knew what to look for or it was read multiple times.

If you set foot back in McK, I will steal more than a kiss

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After the phone had circulated round the group they all just stared, just wide-eyed staring, at each other, at Blaine, at Kurt, Kurt who really did not need this, sweet, funny, sarcastic Kurt who had been through so much, who now had everything threatened, his life...his innocence. The warblers could do nothing but stare open-mouthed at one another, during this momentary pause Blaine seemed to regain his senses long enough to stand up and extend a hand to Kurt, the care in his eyes speaking of a promise that it would be okay, that nothing could touch him here, that no-one would hurt him while they were there. Which means that what happened next was a surprise, to everyone in the room. Kurt listened to the words spoken by his friend, took one look at the hand in front of him and then raised his gaze so teal eyes met with hazel, into the eyes of the boy he loved and opened his mouth. What happened next was unexpected to say the least, one minute Kurt was sobbing and inconsolable, the next he was glaring at Blaine, anger and visibly seething. "It's OKAY? Is it? I WON'T get hurt will I? I'm going to have to go back SOMETIME Blaine! I can't afford this school forever, I'll have to face HIM again...you saw the damn text what was it he said? Oh yeah, If you set foot back in McKinley I'm going to steal more than a kiss, do you KNOW the implications of that, can you get the meaning through your thick, overly-gelled skull hmmm? It means if I go back, which I will have to do...HE. WILL. ATTEMPT. RAPE. But I guess you don't really care? I mean it's not as if you have to is it Anderson? Sure you know what it's like to be on the receiving end of homophobia, sure you have your fair share of battle scars but YOU'VE NEVER had something intimate stolen from you, I bet you've never even been forced to HUG someone never mind have your first real kiss stolen!" By the end of his rant everyone had backed away a few steps, Blaine had physically recoiled and Kurt was visibly shaking, annoyance and hurt still evident upon his face. After a few minutes of an incredible awkward silence everyone was still in the same position except for Blaine, who had stood up, straightened his blazer and oddly enough glared right back at Kurt, before stating in a deep somewhat dark voice.

"You don't know fuck all about my life, Hummel. You think everything is about you? Sure, I get it. The stupid jock who kissed you, now wants to steal your innocence and I get that your mad and upset but that gives you NO right to take it out on me. I was trying to help. Would you prefer it if I left you in the hands of Karofsky? Huh? So before you go all PMS-y on me, get your facts right, because you Kurt Hummel, don't know a fucking thing about me." This outburst, so different than Kurt's a few minutes prior, still managed to render everyone shocked and speechless. However Kurt wanted this to end with himhaving the last say and began his retort.

"Oh come on Blaine, I highly doubt it's ANYTHING that bad. I mean you don't know what it's LIKE to have such an important part of growing up stolen from your lips"

"YES I HAVE!"

After the words had left his mouth Blaine's hand flew to his mouth and his eyes widened as the realisation of what he had said hit him. By now every pair of eyes were focused solely on him, even Kurt, whose eyes had gone from angry to worried and shocked were looking at him. Blaine looked wildly around the room, hoping, praying they heard something else but as their expressions said, they had heard those three words, the three words that were the admittance to his past, his most closely guarded secret that NOBODY knew, not Wes, not David, not even his parents..hell it had even taken Blaine a year to admit it to himself and now it was out in the open, there would be questions and Blaine knew these guys, they would not give up until they got the truth or at least as close to the truth as they were willing to go. Blaine stopped his train of thought long enough to steal another look around the room and sure enough each Warbler was looking at their lead soloist with worry, concern, confusion and shock, the expressions clearly marked on each of their faces. Finally he turned back to Kurt fearing the look he would find in his eyes. For the second time that hour teal locked with hazel and in that brief second Blaine saw a thousand emotions run through the boy's eyes, confusion, concern, sadness, a thousand apologies for causing this, a thousand promises to make it up to him, to forget everything. It is unknown when precisely Blaine broke. Was it at the beginning? During Kurt's rant? During the accusations? It was unclear. The only indication that the usually suave and dapper teenager had broken down inside was when he bolted out of the room. No warning. No goodbye. No apology. Just running. The silence that followed in the choir room was broken only by the large ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Once again the group of boys found themselves staring around the room, looking at each other in turn, hoping someone would have an answer to what they had just witnessed, when they looked at Kurt a small shrug and shake of the head told them that he was just as clueless as they were, finally one by one they looked at door out of which Blaine had frantically ran not ten minutes previous, staring at the old oak with such intensity as though if they focused all their energy upon the door the answer would appear there. It was Kurt who broke the silence with three simple words that Blaine had used for so many of them but the words had never been used for him.

"He needs us."

And with that final statement Kurt turned and walked from the room. It was Jeff who spoke next, voicing what everyone was thinking.

"Yes, he does need us, but right now? He needs Kurt"

Kurt had just reached the top of the second stairwell, the one that lead to the dorms. He racked his brains trying to remember the way to Blaine's, he cursed his mind for being so slow in such a desperate time. Giving up on trying recall the exact route he made a wild guess and turned to his left. Scanning the doors for the names of the residents within he passed his own dorm, Wes's, Nick's, Thad's, David's when he stopped at the final one that said Blaine Anderson. Kurt stood outside that door for several elongated moments, a whole manner of crazy thoughts going through his mind. What if he's really angry? What if he hates me? What if he's done something awful Oh shit! What if he's hurt himself? With that final disturbing image dancing across his eyes, Kurt held his breath, reached out for the doorknob and turned. If you had asked him at a later date what sort of scene he was expecting to be greeted with he would have given you many different scenarios, ranging from Blaine fuming silently to Blaine lying lifeless on the floor, but the scene that greeted Kurt? He would have to say that he did not imagine. As the tall boy edged into the room, his eyes scanned his surroundings looking for his curly-haired friend when at last his eyes settled on a chair, a chair occupied by a certain lead soloist, a chair facing away from the door.

"Blaine?"

That small word, laced with so much emotion made the teen turn around but as soon as he saw Kurt he swiftly turned back and hid his head in his hands.

"I'm so sorry Kurt, I didn't mean it I completely over-reacted."

The muffled apology just broke the young counter-tenors heart even more, as he spoke his next sentence he could feel his own voice begin to crack, threatening tears.

"Don't say sorry, please? This is about you, this is far bigger than me, you're hurting Blaine. Talk to me? Let me in Blaine. I want to help"

At those words Blaine looked up, confusion crawling across his features, some wanted to help him? It was usually the other way around. He paused then motioned for Kurt to sit at the edge of the bed and turned his back once again to stare out the window. After what seemed like a lifetime of silence Blaine opened his mouth.

"Are you sure? It's a long story."

"I have time."

That simple confirmation from the young boy, the one saying he would listen was enough to give Blaine the strength carry on. Courage, a small voice said, it wasn't mocking or cruel, it was kind and in a way it was his mind, his memory telling him that he was ready to share, share what had haunted him for so long.

"Well, I guess I should start at the beginning."