Oh no this is another angsty one. Sorry guys. If you are sick of them so go read some of my cute fluffy romances. If you aren't sick of them, enjoy!

Kurt had been jumpy all day. Blaine hadn't had much of a chance to tell for himself, but all his classmates were chatting about how weird he was acting.

I hope he's alright. I'll see him at Warbler's practice. I hope so anyways. He might skip. Blaine thought silently.

It was lunch. Blaine took a long, slow look around. Kurt was not here. This was weird, because he was always here at lunch.

Oh stop fretting Blaine. He's probably fine! Or a little late.

Blaine sighed and sat with his mates, Wes and David.

'What's up Buttercup?' Wes asked teasingly. Blaine threw him a killing glare.

'Ouch Buttercup, what did I do?'

'Don't call me Buttercup.'

'Well don't call me Wesley.'

Blaine was this close to losing it. 'Quite frankly Wes, I haven't called you Wesley. So get off my back!'

'Woah, dude I was joking.'

'I know Wes, and all you ever do is joke! Maybe you should take something serious for once?'

'Blaine?' That was David. 'You're out of line. What's wrong?'

Blaine backed down. 'Nothing.'

'Okay, I'm taking your unusual aggression seriously, Blaine. What's up?'

'Is it Kurt?' David added, trying to catch his avoiding eyes.

Blaine frowned. 'I have no idea what you're talking about?'

Wes was trying not to laugh. 'This is very hard not to make a joke about. Look, we know your feelings about Kurt-'

Blaine jumped up, piling his lunch on his tray. 'I am not having this conversation with two straight guys, let alone with the whole freaking cafeteria listening in. Cya at rehearsals.'

He walked away and ditched his lunch, leaving his friends with shocked faces.

Where the hell is Kurt? Blaine wondered as he sat in rehearsal watching Wes trying to teach the bass sections how to dance.

A bout of laughter brought him out of his thoughts, as several members of the bass section fell over each other. The door creaked open noisily, and Wes looked up while everyone was distracted. Kurt had slipped in and sat down by himself on a stool near the back of the practice. Thankfully Wes pretended he'd been there the whole time.

Kurt was looking down at his lap, which was not helpful because all Blaine wanted to do was make eye contact with the small soprano.

'Okay, now that the bass section hopefully knows how to dance, let's all give it a shot! Everyone up!'

They all shuffled into place and started dancing to the song. Kurt was barely moving, and he wasn't singing.

Someone tripped, and people started laughing again. Blaine saw Wes move over to Kurt and touch his shoulder.

The reaction was instant.

As soon as Wes's hand grasped him amongst the laughter Kurt whirled and screamed, 'DON'T TOUCH ME!' He leapt back, pale.

It was only then that Blaine saw the purple foundation-covered bruise on his chin. He realised why Kurt had been acting weird all day. He stepped forward, only to have Kurt jump back, and trip on the side of the couch.

'LEAVE ME ALONE!' He screamed as he pushed himself up and ran out the door. Blaine moved to follow.

'Blaine, maybe he should be left alone-'

'He's been beaten up.' The boy blurted out.

Wes frowned. 'What makes you think that?'

Blaine glanced down. 'Because he's acting just how I was when I was beaten up. Take it from someone who knows, he needs someone.'

Wes paled, and nodded. 'From the top!'

'No screw practice.' It was Nick, one of the juniors. 'Kurt needs us.'

'He doesn't need all of you.' David argued back.

'What do you think Blaine? Blaine?' Wes whirled. Blaine was gone.

'I don't think Blaine's going to handle déjà vu too well Wes.' David murmured.

One worried glance later and the entire choir was hurrying to Kurt's room. Blaine was standing outside the door, his fists clenched and tears streaming down his face.

'Please open the door Kurt.' He leaned his head against the hard wooden surface.

Wes pulled out a master key. 'Benefits of being a Council Member,' he murmured as he unlocked the door.

'Thank you Wes. And I'm sorry about-'

'That's okay Buttercup.'

The door swung open. Blaine expected Kurt to be curled up on his bed or crouched on the floor sobbing. He didn't expect a certain Karofsky holding a knife against his throat.

Blaine dived at the Neanderthal before he could say anything. 'Get your hands off him!' He screamed, as he shoved the boy back with all his might.

Karofsky looked shocked. 'Hey lady boy. I remember you.'

Blaine fixed him with a furious glare. 'You think it is okay, huh? That you beat up people because you can't accept your own sexuality? Beating up other gay kids isn't going to fix your problem!' Karofsky was red, and the knife was still in his hand. Blaine was in dangerous territory.

A couple of boys had stepped forward. 'Blaine, take it easy, mate. You don't want to get into a fight with him. Not worth it.' David murmured.

Blaine closed his eyes and turned away, looking at Kurt.

The Neanderthal snorted. 'Guess I was right about you being his boyfriend.'

Something in Blaine clicked. He saw Wes take a step towards him but he was gone. Blaine turned and pushed the Neanderthal against the wall again, throwing a hard hook into his face.

'BLAINE NO!' Kurt shrieked as the older boy was shoved back by a bleeding Karofsky.

'You bastard-' He lunged forward, before darting away and grabbing Kurt, who shrieked like a girl about to be thrown into a pool.

'Get off me asshole! Get off me!' Kurt sobbed, head hung.

Blaine felt sick. This was his fault. If Kurt got hurt...Blaine took a step forward but stopped as a trickle of blood slid down Kurt's throat.

'Come any closer and I will slit his throat.' The venom in the football player's voice was nearly killing Blaine.

'Maybe we should talk about this civilly-'

'Shut up!' Karofsky growled. 'Now, you all turn around, and walk away and pretend nothing happened.'

'Oh like hell that is going to happen!' Blaine snarled. He looked to the Warblers for help. Wes nodded, which surprised Blaine. He would've thought that he'd be told to stop.

'Do you want your boyfriend dead or what?' Karofsky turned to face him.

Blaine looked at Kurt's pale, bruised face. 'You don't have the guts Karofsky.' He was shaking, praying like hell the guy didn't.

'Oh really?' He pulled the knife closer to him, bringing tears of pain to Kurt. He looked pleadingly around, trying to send a message.

Blaine swallowed nervously as Nick, Kurt's roommate, slowly walked to his bed, and grabbed something from underneath it.

Blaine looked at Karofsky once last time. 'Yeah.' He murmured.

Karofsky smiled. 'Wrong.' He raised the knife in front of him. 'Answer.' He whispered as he plunged the knife back.

And Nick whacked him over the head with his baseball bat. Karofsky froze, his blade millimetres from Kurt's chest, before sliding to the ground. Kurt spun back gasping.

Blaine bent over, resting his hands on his knees. 'Thank god.' He murmured, despite being agnostic.

When he looked up, Kurt was looking at him like all he wanted to do was run into his arms and cry, but with the presence of the Warblers he just looked down and shook.

Blaine didn't care that everyone was watching. He stepped forward, gently grasping Kurt's face with one hand and the small of his back with the other, and pulled the younger boy into his arms. Kurt clutched his Dalton blazer and sobbed into his shoulder, his small body heaving violently.

Blaine closed his eyes and hummed softly in Kurt's ear, rocking slightly back and forth. The Warblers dragged the unconscious Karofsky outside, before gathering around Kurt.

Wes was the first to put a hand on Kurt. Then David. Then Nick. And eventually everyone was either touching the sobbing Kurt or grasping the shoulder of someone who was.

'We're here for you mate.' Wes murmured.

'Next time someone hurts you-if there is a next time- just tell us and we'll take care of it.' David added, cracking his knuckles softly.

Kurt popped his swollen eyes above Blaine's shoulder. 'Thank you.' He whispered, those two words conveying more gratitude and amazement then endless words could've.

Nick smiled. 'I always said that the baseball team lose because they didn't add me!'

Kurt smiled through the tears. 'Thank you Nick.'

Wes's hand slipped from Kurt. 'Well, I think it's time we get back to practice. Especially you bass people. I swear for all your singing talent you've got two left feet!' Wes murmured as he ushered everyone out, closing the door behind him.

Kurt bit his lip but the tears kept coming. 'We have to go to...'

'Shh, don't worry about that. They're not going to mind.' The younger boy shut his eyes tightly, but the tears kept slipping out.

'It's better to cry.' Kurt shook his head. Blaine sighed. 'You're such a stubborn little thing.'

'Who's little?' The younger boy pulled his head back, a small smile on his face.

'Oh! Thanks!' Blaine chuckled and pulled Kurt close again. He was sobbing again.

'Kurt?' He got a small nod in his shoulder. 'Why didn't you tell me he hurt you?'

Blaine felt his blazer grow tighter as the boy clutched it harder. 'I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to confront him and get hurt.'

'Seriously? You were more worried about me getting hurt than the fact that you were hurt?'

Kurt paused, before sobbing harder. 'Oh Kurt...' Blaine rubbed his back soothingly. 'You gave me a hell of a fright today, you know that? I'm not mad at you-it's not your fault, it's his. But if this should happen again, which I hope like hell it doesn't, then please tell me. I can't help you if you don't tell me.'

Kurt was still sobbing. Blaine buried his own head in Kurt's shoulder and cried too. He cried for the pain and hurt he'd had when he'd been beaten up, he cried for the pain that came with being gay and he cried with the pain it was causing Kurt. Sweet, innocent Kurt.

At some stage Kurt had pulled Blaine onto his bed, so they were sitting instead of standing in each other's arms. And at some stage Blaine laid down on the bed, clutching Kurt to his chest as they sobbed into the night.

When Blaine woke up the next morning, Kurt was still in his arms, looking so peaceful. The situation would've been perfect if it weren't for the fact that Kurt's dad was standing in the middle of the room with his wife and Finn, a cross look on his face.

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Imma laughing so hard. I managed to add humour into the angst at the end. If you guys want another chapter, tell me in reviews. review please!