Heyy guys So I've had this idea roaming round my head for a while, and I decided to give it a go. There aren't many fics about with Kurt helping Blaine out, so I thought I'd try this idea out. I'm quite pleased with how this turned out actually =)

Summary

Kurt was walking home from a shopping trip with his best friend Mercedes, when he finds a mysterious boy sobbing and covered in blood at a nearby bus shelter.

Marcie xx

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Kurt sighed, and glanced over at the couple giggling and smiling at each other on the next table across. He and his best friend, Mercedes Jones, self appointed diva, were out shopping in the Lima mall. Well, not shopping, they had finished hours ago. They were in a nearby coffee shop, The Lima Bean, waiting out one of the storms that were so rare in Ohio.

Sighing again, Kurt looked away from the happy couple, and out the window at the rain drizzling down outside.

He was just so lonely.

But hey, being probably the only out gay person in Lima was probably not doing him any favours either.

He was cut off from his thoughts by Mercedes placing his seventh cup of coffee in front of him, and sliding into the booth opposite him.

"Sorry that took so long, white boy, the queues where crazy!"

"It's fine 'Cedes," He replied, smiling over at her over his coffee.

"We should get going soon, I don't think the storms gonna let up any time soon!"

"Mmm." Mercedes agreed. "I can't believe it's even raining here! Normally the weather is amazing!"

"I know!"

They continued to chat, until both had empty cups,

"Well, I guess this is my cue to leave! I'll see you at school on Monday, okay white boy? Love you," Mercedes stood up and gave him a tight hug, which Kurt returned, murmuring

"Love you too." Into her ear before descending out of the coffee shop, pulling out the Mac he had bought at the mall. Kurt had assumed that it would be a nice day, and decided to walk. He wished he had brought his car, he thought as he stepped out into the pouring rain.

He made a couple of turns, before reaching a bus stop, which he decided to shelter in for a few minutes, just to see if the rain would let up. He walked up to it and sat down, noting that there was only one other person in there. The person looked as if to be male, but was wearing a large hoodie with the hood pulled tight over his face. He was also dressed in what were possibly nice jeans, but were covered in mud which hid the beauty.

"Bad weather, huh?" Kurt said. The boy jumped, but other than that didn't give any acknowledgment that he had heard Kurt.

Kurt frowned, but continued.

"I mean, it hardly ever rains in Ohio."

Again, there was no reaction. The boy let out a tiny sniffle, but that was it.

Becoming annoyed, Kurt stopped talking. The rain seemed to get even heavier, and the boy started letting out even more frequent sniffs now. Kurt couldn't help but look over, his eyes softening when he heard the boy start to cry. Kurt knew all of the signs, he was used to hiding tears himself when things got too hard.

"Hey," He said softly, and stood up and walked over to the boy, who was full out sobbing now. He bent down so he was at eye level with the boy, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, not expecting the flinch the boy gave.

"Leave me alone!" He shouted, and finally raised his eyes to meet Kurt's. Kurt was stunned for a moment, as icy blue met hazel brown. But he was shook out of his daze, however, when he saw the rest of the boys face.

"Oh my-"

Blood was covering most of his face, leaking from a split lip, a cut above his eyebrow, and what appeared to be a broken nose. The area around his eye was a nasty purple colour, and his expression in general was slightly angry and frustrated, but mostly just lacking of hope.

"W-what happened to you?"

All traces of anger on the boy's face just seemed to disappear, just draining off and leaving his face looking bare and plain.

"N-nothing." He replied lamely.

"Nothing? Who did this to you? Do you want me to call the police-"

"NO! I swear, I'll do whatever you want me to, just don't call the police!"

Kurt stopped, taking in the worry and fear on his face.

"Okay. You can start by telling me your name. I'm Kurt."

"B-Blaine."

"Good. Now, if I promise not to tell the police, will you tell me what happened?"

Blaine swallowed nervously, and then nodded, once, minutely, but a nod nonetheless.

"Good. Let's start by who did this to you."

Blaine's eyed widened, almost comically.

"No! No, I can't say! They'll kill me!"

"They?"

"Please!"

Kurt paused.

"Okay. But do you want me to call your parents or someone to pick you up?"
Blaine let out a dark, humourless chuckle.

"As nice as that would be, I can't be picked up by anyone. No one wants to be friends with the fag." He spat out. "And anyway, I can't go home either. Dont ask."

He added darkly.

Kurt, meanwhile, was trying to process this information. They called him a fag? That's usually a word used against people like, well, like me. And he said that he has nowhere to go? Maybe if I-

"Come back with me." Kurt said abruptly.

"What?" Blaine looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Come back to my house. You said you had nowhere to go? I'll give you a bed to sleep in, and we can help you in the morning. It's getting late now anyway, and I assume you don't have anywhere better to go."

Heck, he knew he was taking a risk. He could be taking in a psycho serial killer in for the night. But really? That seemed unlikely. And to be honest, it would be worth the risk, as he would later find out.