The week continued as per usual for Kurt; dumpster dives, locker slams, and slushies greeting his every turn was nothing new. Blaine, who had quickly become a highlight of Kurt's mornings, was always infuriated with the way Kurt was treated. They had both determined rather quickly however that going to the principal would do more harm than good. Not only would nothing be done about the bullying, because let's be honest there were plenty of teachers who could put a stop to it at any time who did nothing, but Blaine would also end up a target and Kurt refused to let that happen to the only person who had ever shown him concern. Kurt didn't really understand why Blaine cared so much; no one else did, so what made Blaine so different? Blaine always insisted on helping Kurt after a run in with the jocks and also offered a listening ear if Kurt needed to talk about anything. Of course, Kurt usually wanted to talk about anything other than the jocks, anything to take his mind off the hell that he faced every day.
This morning found Blaine and Kurt in the washroom, as usual, but this time Blaine was silently fuming as he bandaged Kurt's arm. Despite the shorter boy's obvious anger, he was as gentle and efficient as ever. Kurt had had a particularly bad run in with the jocks that left Kurt with plenty of cuts, scrapes and fresh bruises littering his arms and back. They had ambushed him in the parking lot, tossing him into the dumpster which was filled with sharp, painful objects that were less than pleasant to land on. Then, after struggling his way out, he was greeted with multiple slushies, including one being dumped down his shirt, as he entered the building. And to top it off he was shoved to the ground and had awful words thrown at him before the jocks finally left him alone. He had been shivering from cold of the slushies and nearly in tears when Blaine found him. The transfer student quickly helped him to his feet and ushered him into the washroom before Kurt finally broke and started sobbing. Blaine didn't say anything, just offered a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder as he allowed Kurt to collect himself before he started cleaning himself up.
There was no talking between them this time as Blaine bandaged him up, just Blaine barely keeping his anger contained and Kurt watching in fascination as Blaine worked quickly and precisely. Kurt's curiosity had been growing ever since the first time Blaine helped him, Blaine always seemed to know exactly what to do in regards to helping cuts and bruises, and he always worked with a practiced ease that made it apparent he had done this several times before. Kurt couldn't help but wonder why. This boy in front of him was a mystery, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.
"Why do you care so much?" Kurt asked before he even realized he had started speaking. He blushed slightly, worried that Blaine might be angry.
Blaine started as he was pulled from wherever it was his thoughts were, looking at Kurt for a moment before answering, "Because no one should have to deal with the crap you have to deal with every day. It's not fair that you're hurt like this and no one does anything about it."
"But why do you care? No one else does, why do you? Wouldn't it make your life easier if you just pretended it wasn't happening like everyone else in this school?" Kurt ranted; voicing every doubt he'd had since he'd first met Blaine. He stared at his hands that were now folded in his lap, scared of what he'd see if he looked Blaine in the eye.
"Because I hated it when it was happening to me, I figured I could at least make things a little bit easier for you."
Kurt's eyes snapped up to meet Blaine's, "What?"
"I've been in your position before, Kurt. I was bullied every day and terrified to go to school because of it. I was the school's punching bag and no one did a damn thing about it, not even my parents. So I figured if I could at least make things a little easier for you I would."
"I thought Dalton had a no-bullying policy." Kurt said, confused.
"They do, and I'm grateful for it every day, but I didn't always go to Dalton, Kurt. I transferred there after I was put in the hospital." Blaine said, his voice now quiet.
Kurt's eyes widened, "What happened?" Kurt said before he could stop himself, "Sorry, you don't have to answer that…"
"No Kurt, it's fine. It's just… It's a bit of a sore spot." Blaine checked his watch; "We're going to be late to class if we don't hurry. Do you… Do you want to get coffee with me after school? We can talk then?" Blaine asked, suddenly appearing shy.
"Yeah, yeah of course."
The two of them exited the washroom, heading their separate ways with a promise to meet in the parking lot after school so they can get coffee. Suddenly, Kurt's day looked a lot better, maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.
Of course, that feeling was quickly replaced with his usual dread and fear when a jock ran into him and growled, "Watch where you're going homo." Tears pricked at Kurt's eyes, because no matter how wonderful having Blaine there to help was, the rest of the school is hell on Earth, and Kurt can only count the days until he can escape it.
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Well, this took a lot longer to get out than I thought it would... Gotta love university life right? Also, I really hate the document editor on this site. Seriously they need to fix the line breaks...
