Scott was just re-watching the first episode of Spongebob again when Mitch came home.
"Hi honey, you're hooome!" Scott joked, eyes fixed on the tv screen.
Scott got very confused when Mitch didn't answer, so he looked over to the door to find Mitch bloody and beaten. Scott leaped from the couch and sprinted towards Mitch, grabbing either side of Mitch's face.
"Oh my god, Mitch, are you okay? What happened? Mitchie, are you okay? Mitchie, talk to me, say something!" Mitch whimpered feebly, and collapsed.
Scott stared at his best friend, maybe more, unconscious on the floor. He quickly scooped Mitch up and brought him to Scott's room. He laid the tenor down on his bed, mumbling orders to himself. "Alright, clothes. Yeah, getting him into good clothes is good." Scott removed Mitch's bloody shirt, and threw it on the floor. "And now the awkward step" Scott mumbled to himself uselessly. Scott reached for Mitch's bloody, torn up jeans hesitantly, and unbuttoned them. He shimmied the jeans down Mitch's legs, and threw them on the floor, next to his shirt. Scott turned to his closet to find his sweat pants and PTX hoodie he knew Mitch liked. Putting the clothes on Mitch was a little less awkward, but Scott still felt like he was violating his privacy.
He went to the bathroom and found the first aid kit that held some bandages and wound serum. Scott stalked over to the still unconscious Mitch, sitting on the bed next to him. He grabbed the bandages and put a dab of serum on it, leaning on Mitch and smearing the bandage on one of his wounds right above his eyebrow. Scott had almost been finished with Mitch's face when the tenor woke up.
"Mitchie" Scott smiled, whispering.
"Hey sleeping beauty" he chuckled delicately, putting the bandage he was holding back in the first aid kit.
"Scott?" Mitch grunted, "why are you here? Where am I? Are you okay?" Mitch rushed, squinting at the blonde.
"Okay, I'm here because you came home half an hour ago, and yes, I'm okay" Scott explained.
"And you'll be okay, too" he grinned.
"Now, you wanna tell me what happened, Mitchie?" Mitch nodded weakly.
"Um, well I was walking home from starbucks, and I called Alex, but it went to voice mail. So I was in the middle of leaving the voice mail when this group of guys were staring at me." Mitch stuttered, and winced. "So I nodded at them and waved, but they started laughing. So I got mad, right? I asked them what their problems were, and they went up to me and started calling me bad names, and calling me a faggot" Mitch sobbed, "they shoved me into an alley, and they- they started to... They were kicking, and-"
Scott shushed Mitch, and brought him in for a tight hug, careful to not hurt him. Scott climbed onto the bed next to Mitch and pulled him onto his lap. He slowest rocked the sobbing tenor, humming Beyonce's "Blue" into his ear, occasionally kissing the top of his head ever-so softly. Mitch calmed down after awhile, obviously tired, and droopy eyed. He cuddled into the PTX hoodie silently, not admitting that he loved wearing Scott's oversized clothes. Mitch looked up to Scott and smiled. "Thanks, Scott" he said distracted, eyes fixed on Scott's jaw, Mitch's hand running up and down it. Scott was about to say something, when Mitch cut him off with a kiss. Mitch's soft lips ran across Scott's smoothly and slowly. Scott was frozen at first, but melted into the kiss quickly after. Mitch smiled softly into the kiss, pulling away slowly. Their foreheads were touching when Scott whispered "I love you". Mitch grinned softly. "I know" he giggled,
"I love you too".