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Kurt made several last adjustments to the dinner he had been making, adding a sprinkle of salt to the soup, and making sure he hadn't been burning the toast. Suddenly there was a loud frantic knocking at the door. It was Blaine, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and jeans. His usually gelled hair was completely askew. To Kurt's horror he saw a large bruise just starting to form on Blaine's jawbone, and several more just starting to form on his upper arm. There was dried blood under his nose, which looked slightly swollen.
Blaine. What. How? Wordlessly, Blaine nearly fell into Kurt's arms, sobbing desperately into the older boys chest. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, was all that he seemed to be able to say as his legs gave out and he collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily and crying. Blaine baby, tell me, what's wrong? What happened to you? He wrapped Blaine in his arms, though it was hardly necessary as Blaine was clinging so tightly to his chest, and helped the smaller boy from the chilly entrance of the apartment building to his bedroom. Cradling Blaine in his lap Kurt hugged him tightly, murmuring baby shhh shh, it's okay; Whatever happened you're safe. I'm here. It's Kurt, I've got you. I love you. I love you. You're so safe, right here, with me. Oh Blainey, I've got you. Just breathe, try to breathe. He wrapped them both in a warm blanket and slowly, ever so slowly began to warm the freezing, shaking boy who was slowly beginning to calm down, sobs turning to shuddering breaths as he relaxed ever so slightly into Kurt's fiercely protective grasp.
Kurt continued to murmur reassurances into the top of Blaine's head, rubbing small circles into his back and every so often reaching down to caress the side of his face with gentle fingers. When Blaine was quiet and still at long last Kurt decided it would be okay to talk. Turning Blaine's chin up to look at him, Kurt kissed him softly and chastely before speaking, not ceasing his gentle caresses or relaxing his grip. Blaine. What happened? How did you get here? Where does it hurt? Can I see? Blaine didn't speak, but tensed, clinging even more tightly to Kurt. Kurt kissed his forehead fiercely, Babe, listen to me. You're perfectly safe. You don't have to talk, it's okay. I just need to make sure you're all right. Is that okay? Stop me if you feel uncomfortable. I promise that I won't hurt you. Blaine nodded into Kurt's chest. I. I trust you. He still cried, and Kurt's heart broke as he saw the raw, terrible pain in his eyes as Blaine became soft and pliant in his arms, and he was honored so much by the implicit trust that Blaine had in him. Gently, trying desperately hard not to break that trust Kurt leaned Blaine back on the pillows and slowly eased off his cold wet shirt. It was all Kurt could do not to burst into tears as he saw the deep bruises and small gashes that covered his beautiful boyfriend. Oh Blaine. Who did this to you? He already knew though. There was only one person who could turn his goofy strong and wonderful boyfriend into this scared and clingy mess. Blaine listen to me. He is wrong. You are amazing, and strong, and wonderful and brave and beautiful. I love you. You are a good boy. And you're safe here, he can't hurt you here. He won't hurt you anymore. Kurt and Blaine both knew that wasn't true. But Blaine was so tired and he hurt, and he was so relieved to be here where he knew Kurt would take care of him that all the tension melted from his body and he slumped against Kurt, mumbling Kurt, it hurts, I'm so tired, so tired. Help me. Kurt held up his shaking form with strong arms, kissing the top of his head and hugging him close. Oh babe I'll look after you. Just relax. I'll take care of you. He knew a story would be impossible to get right now, but he needed to get Blaine warm and he was worried about the look of some of his cuts. Shh Shh, just relax. You're safe here I promise. I'll take care of you my beautiful boy. Such a good boy. I'm here. I love you. He felt Blaine take a deep shuddering breath and begin to cry quietly into Kurt's chest. And Kurt made no move to stop him crying. He knew Blaine needed to cry and how badly it hurt him when his father called him a sissy or punched him or laughed at him when he got emotional. He was deeply ashamed of his need to cry and let his feelings out, and Kurt desperately wanted Blaine to feel safe with him. Instead he held him as tightly as he dared with the injuries and stroked his hair absently.
Kurt pressed his lips to the younger boys hair and murmured kindly. You're still so cold Blaine. Would you like to take a bath? It might warm you up. To his confusion Blaine just cried harder, I'm sorry I'm being a bother, I'll get out of your hair, I'm just a fucking nuisance. Oh Kurt. Kurt silenced him with a kiss. Blaine. Don't ever say that. You are wonderful, and passionate and brave and sweet and handsome and never, never a nuisance. I was going to come to, and you really are freezing sweetie. If you don't want to that's fine. I just thought it would be soothing. If you're uncomfortable with it that's perfectly fine. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'll be here as long as you want me. You are perfect. And are you meaning to suggest that my hair is anything but perfect? At that Blaine had to smile but then he pulled Kurt into a another, fiercer kiss. I love you Blaine sobbed, clinging tightly to Kurt's body. Kurt held him tightly. I know Blaine. I know. It's okay. I love you. I will always love you no matter what happens. Would you like to take a bath with me?
Blaine nodded, and Kurt helped him to slowly, painstakingly walk to the bathroom where he eased off his wet, dirty clothes, always waiting for the permission that Blaine willingly gave. He leaned into Kurt's gentle touches and willingly got into the bath, with a hiss of pain at the hot water on his cuts that soon turned to a sigh of relief as the warmth sank into his bones. Kurt cradled the younger boy's head in his hands as he gently massaged shampoo and conditioner into the maze of curls. I love you baby. You're safe here with me. I've got you. I'll take care of you. I love you, my beautiful, sweet boyfriend. As he rinsed the soap from his hair Kurt saw that Blaine was drooping even more, and his eyes were closing. Okay babe. Let's get up now, time for bed! No, I don't wanna. I'm tired. Kurt smiled sadly, before lifting Blaine gently out of the bath. Blaine clung to him, childlike as Kurt helped him into a pair of sweatpants and gently brushed his hair. Both of them knew from experience that without liberal brushing it would be a nightmare come morning. I love you baby, I love you. You're safe, so very loved and safe. Come to bed? Blaine nodded, and took his hand, allowing Kurt settle him on the bed where he pulled Blaine into his arms. He wrapped them in a cocoon of blankets and cradled the smaller boy against his chest, tracing slow patterns on his back and placing gentle kisses over his cheeks and in his curls. Sleep now Blaine, you're safe here. Sleep now, my beautiful, beautiful, boyfriend. Would you like me to sing to you? Blaine nodded, snuggling into Kurt's chest so he practically melted away. Kurt kissed his hair one last time before he began to sing.
Well, the sun is slowly sinking down, the moon is surely rising. This old world must still be spinning round, and I still love you!
So close your eyes. You can close your eyes it's alright. I don't know no love songs. I can't sing the blues anymore, but I can sing this song, and you can sing this song when I'm gone!
Well, it won't be long before another day, and we're gonna have a good time. No one's gonna take that time away, and you can stay as long as you like!
So close your eyes. You can close your eyes it's alright. I don't know no love songs. I can't sing the blues anymore, but I can sing this song, and you can sing this song when I'm gone!
When he looked down Kurt saw Blaine was already asleep. Feeling his own eyelids begin to droop he gave in to sleep as well. The story could wait until morning.
Song is Close you eyes by James Taylor.