Title: Nothing Left
Rating: M for domestic violence
Word Count: 2,371
Summary: After the Chandler incident, Blaine gets violent instead of weepy. Suddenly, Kurt's stuck in an abusive relationship that he can't and won't get himself out of. Can Sebastian save him before it's too late? abusive!Blaine, Kurtbastian endgame.

"Blaine, I am not cheating on you! Chandler and I were just texting."

"You like this guy," Blaine shouted back. "Am I not good enough for you?"

"I don't like him, Blaine. Of course you're good enough!"

"Well you don't act like it. Going behind my back, texting this guy? He's probably a slut, Kurt."

"You don't know anything about him, Blaine," Kurt retorted, grabbing his phone from his boyfriend's hand. "How could you think I'd cheat on you? Don't be an idiot, Bla–" Whack! Kurt cut himself off at the sudden sting of pain. Gaga, that hurt.

"Don't turn this on me," Blaine growled. Kurt's eyes traveled down to where Blaine's hand lay at his side, fingers still tightly curled into a fist. He slowly brought his own hand up to his face, wincing as his fingers came in contact with the rapidly-forming bruise. Had Blaine had just hit him? The realization seemed to hit him at the same time as it hit Blaine. His boyfriend's face had gone pale, eyes wide with... with what? Realization? Shock? Regret?

"I think you should go, Blaine," Kurt finally choked out over the sob caught in the back of his throat. Blaine, frozen on the spot at the shock of what he had just done, rapidly began to whisper apologies. His voice was low and frantic, his tone rough as apologies spilled out from his mouth. Kurt raised his hand, signaling Blaine to stop talking, and tried to push back the hot tears that threatened to spill over. "Just... just go, Blaine. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Blaine opened his mouth again, as if to apologize again or perhaps protest, but Kurt cut him off. "Please, just go." The black haired junior hastily grabbed his coat off of Kurt's bed and silently made his retreat. As the door closed behind him, Kurt sank back onto his bed. Had Blaine really just hit him?

The answer, as terribly much as Kurt did not want to admit it, was yes. Yes, Blaine, his boyfriend, his loving, loving boyfriend with the tacky bowties and puppy dog eyes, had just swung a fist at him. Kurt didn't try to stop the tears this time as they began spilling out onto his cheeks.

Slowly, he stood and made his way towards the vanity nestled in the corner of the room. He sat down in front of it, wiping his tears away and wincing once again as his arm rubbed against his cheek. Kurt leaned forwards a little to get a better look at the mark that Blaine had left behind. It was decently size and it was beginning to swell. Kurt gingerly touched his fingers to the place where the bruise was forming, willing the tears to stop.

He needed ice to stop the swelling. He needed make-up to cover the mark. He needed a clearer head to understand what had just happened. He let out a long, shaky breath and reached for his foundation. He didn't use it often– he worked hard enough on his nightly skin care routine that he rarely needed to cover up anything. He was glad that he had it, though, considering the situation that he was currently in. There was no need to worry his dad, not yet, not when he wasn't even sure what was going to happen next. The older Hummel would just overreact. It was nothing big, not really. Blaine was just having a hard time coping with the idea of Kurt moving away to New York at the end of the summer, that was all.

Shakily, Kurt applied the make up. As he set down the brush after finishing and examined his handiwork, Kurt decided that, though it still hurt, there was no visible mar on his face. Satisfied with his job at covering up the mark, Kurt rose and quickly exited his room in search of ice. A swollen cheek was not an acceptable part of his appearance.

Kurt made his way up the stairs and into the kitchen. For once, he was grateful to Finn and his inevitable clumsiness because it meant that there were always ice packs in the freezer. As soon as Kurt got into the kitchen, he quickly got a pack out of the freezer and grabbed a hand towel off the counter, pushing the freezer door shut with his hip. He just needed to get back downstairs and into his room before his dad got home. Then he could look perfectly normal and he could do his homework and he could worry about what Blaine, about what had happened. He had pushed his luck with even covering up the bruise (it pained him to think that, it really did) before his dad got home, though. Kurt barely had time to take two steps towards the exit before his dad appeared, shrugging off his coat and laying it across the back of a chair.

"Hey there, kiddo, how was school?"

Kurt flashed his dad a smile and leaned against the counter, trying to subtely hide the icepack behind his back. "It was good. Mr. Shue gave us a new assignment for glee, though, so I should probably go and work on that."

"You can spare a few minutes to talk to your old man. Where's Blaine?" Burt asked, his back to Kurt as he rummaged through the pantry.

"I thought you said he was coming over today."

"He did. He had to leave early for, um, some family thing that he had forgotten about."

"Okay, well I guess it's just us two for dinner tonight, then. Finn's at Rachel's and Carole's out with some friends. Is there anything special you want?" Kurt hesitated for a moment and Burt turned back around to face his son. He raised an eyebrow before Kurt shook his head.

"I'm not actually that hungry. Blaine and I had a pretty big snack after school."

"You sure? We could head over to Breadstix."

"I'm sure. Thanks, though." He writhed interally as Burt gazed at him for a moment before clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, if you're sure. I'll just go and find a game to watch on TV, then." Kurt's shoulders sagged in relief as he watched his dad exit the kitchen. He barely heard himself reply as he hurried down the hall after his dad, turning to go up the stairs. He needed to get to the safety of his bedroom so he could ice his cheek and do his homework and pretend that none of this had happened.

Once in his room with the door shut, Kurt sank onto his bed, pressing the cold pack of ice to his face. He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to push back all the things that were racing through his head. Blaine had accused him of cheating. Blaine had gotten angry. Blaine had yelled. Blaine had shouted. Blaine had hit him. Blaine had hit him. Blaine had hit him.

Was part of it his fault, though? He had been the one who had made Blaine angry. He shouldn't have been texting Chandler back and forth with all those things. Blaine shouldn't have been going through his phone. He shouldn't have gotten defensive. Blaine shouldn't have seen the texts in the first place. Kurt shouldn't have yelled back. Blaine shouldn't have hit him.

Kurt groaned and rolled over onto his side, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around the strap of his messenger bag. Homework would help, Kurt reasoned, it would keep his mind off of it. Dragging a textbook out of the bag, he sat up and stared at the cover of his calculus book. Kurt sighed as he flipped open the book and pulled out the worksheet they had been given. At least these problems might be more complicated than his own.

Half an hour and a half-finished problem later, Kurt gave up. It was useless. He had spent at least ninety percent of the half hour staring blankly at pages as his thoughts continued to consume him. He tucked the worksheet into the pages of the book before slipping it back into his bag. One late homework assignment wouldn't hurt that badly.

~ BAKHSS ~

The next day at school was uncomfortable to say the least. Upon arrival, Kurt was still unsure of what to say to Blaine. He had a general idea of what he wold say, but he had yet to perfect the wording and the tone that he would use. Blaine hadn't approached him before school, much to Kurt's relief, though they had (accidentally on Kurt's part, at least) caught each other's eyes across the hallway.

The first two period of the day went by swiftly. Kurt had found himself unable to concentrate in class, his mind still running too rampant with the event that had occurred the night before. Blaine's tears and accusations and hurt voice and then his fist suddenly flying at Kurt's face. He found himself unconsciously reaching to finger the covered up bruise on his cheek several times during the first two and a half hours of the day. As soon as he caught himself, he quickly returned his hand to rest on the desk in front of him and silently reprimanded himself. He was, for the first time all year, glad that his first two periods weren't shared with Blaine. His sanctuary had to end eventually, though, and before he was ready, the bell dismissing second period rang.

The walk from the math room to his next class felt like a death march. Apart from lunch and glee club, third period was the only class he had with Blaine. They usually- no, always- sat together. He wasn't ready to face Blaine just yet though, not until after glee club, if even then. He found it harder than he imagined it would to swiftly step past his and Blaine's usual table. He had to fight himself to not look over at the already seated Blaine as he slid into the seat next to Rachel. As he lifted his bag up and set it on the desk in front of him, he could feel her eyes on him.

"Why aren't you sitting with Blaine?" she hissed. Despite the fact that he had been expecting the question, he couldn't help but tense up at the question and the mention of his boyfriend. He turned his head and examined Rachel's facial expression.

"We're... we had... we..." he whispered back, struggling to find the right way to phrase it. "We had a fight," he said firmly, "I guess you could say." It wasn't a lie, not exactly. They had fought last night. He had just left out a few details. Kurt watched as Rachel's face fell.

"What about?" she whispered, a look of concern slipping down over her features. "Are you two okay still?" A shocked look quickly flickered over her face as she added in a low, disbelieving tone, "did you break up?"

Kurt hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "No, we didn't break up. I don't know if we're okay, though. He was upset about me leaving him behind for New York and some other things." Rachel gave him a pitying look and took his hand in hers.

"Well not everyone be as understanding as Finn is." Despite the situation, Kurt felt a burst of amusement bubble up inside of him. His lips curled at the corners, forming a small smile. Only Rachel could turn what was intended to be a comforting statement into a compliment to herself. He squeezed her hand and forced his smile to grow larger.

"Thanks, Rachel," he murmured. She looked pleased with herself at her successful attempt at comfort. She gave Kurt's hand a quick squeeze back before letting go and turning her attention to the front of the classroom, where Mrs. Williams had already begun her lecture for the day.

The rest of the class went by quickly. Kurt struggled to keep his gaze off of the back of Blaine's head, and he struggled even more to pay attention to what was going on at the front of the classroom. He had absently scribbled down a few notes, but looking back over them now, he had no idea what they meant. As he resolved to copy Rachel's notes later, the bell rang, dismissing the class for lunch. A quiet sigh slipped past Kurt's lips as he shoved his notebook and textbook back into his bag.

"Do you want me to sit next to you at lunch?" Rachel asked, her concerned expression re-emerging. Kurt gave her a quick smile and shook his head

"No, I'm going to go to the library for lunch. I, uh, I have to look something up for an assignment."

"Alright, but you can't avoid Blaine forever," she replied, patting his shoulder. "He'll understand the importance of dreams soon, don't worry."

~BAKHSS~

Glee was a nightmare. First, Rachel had literally dragged him across the choir room the moment he had stepped through the door frame so that he could sit next to her instead of having to take his usual seat next to Blaine. He appreciated the gesture, he really did, but he would have found his way to an alternative seat all by himself perfectly fine. Then Blaine had decided that a song would be the best way to re-offer his previously unaccepted apologies. Three and a half minutes of a song that seemed to barely fit their situation was painful and uncomfortable to sit through, to say the least. Then came the confused stares from the rest of the room, Rachel's smiling face as she squeezed Kurt and whispered a smug "see I told you that it would be okay!" in his ear, and the smattering of whispers that were beginning to fill the room. Finally, when Kurt had quietly excused himself from the room, Blaine had followed him out, grabbing Kurt by the shoulder before he had made it halfway down the hallway.

"Kurt, can we talk?"

A/N: I hope to have the next chapter up in a reasonable amount of time.

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