A/N: Okay, now I know why my mind made me write that first part, it was to get here. I hope you understand too.
When they come back to Kurt's home hours later, feeling drained and battered, exhausted by the looks they had to withstand all night, both wordlessly change into their PJs and climb under the covers together.
For a moment they simply hold each other, close. It is Kurt who begins to cry first. Sadness overwhelming. Blaine kissing Kurt's tears away begins to cry again himself mere seconds later.
They cry together, for a long time, holding each other close; touches gentle all over their bodies, needed to reassure each other that there is more to be felt in this world than hate, for oneself, for others.
Blaine cannot help but feel that this is in part all his fault. Kurt does not deserve to have to deal with people that take not only delight in hating but in making others feel that hate, for fun.
He flinches heavily at the memory of the expression of joy on some faces at the realization that there will be someone to try and break among them tonight.
"Shh, it is okay Baby," Kurt whispers softly. He knows what Blaine is thinking, they have talked about Blaine's family often enough.
Hearing about them, the pleasure they take in causing others pain had been hard enough in itself, especially learning that they had taken a special liking to hurting Blaine in particular, but experiencing them had been something different altogether. Kurt does not know how but he had been able to keep it together as long as they were there, not for them, not for those people, for Blaine, lending him strength when most needed.
"I am so sorry." Blaine can only choke it out between larger growing sobs.
"Nothing here you should be sorry for," Kurt tries to reassure his boyfriend.
Blaine shakes his head vehemently "I know what they are like, I shouldn't have let you come."
"I needed to know Blaine. I will never ask you to take me there again if you don't want to, but I needed to know. I want to understand better. You and Dad kept telling me last year that there is much worse out there than Dave Karofsky. I want my eyes to be open. And I…it makes me so sad to know that part of that worse is what you should know as safe and warm and loving. As home. You have a home here. Never doubt that. Never forget that. We love you, not just me. All of my family. Finn, though, we will have to book under friendly sibling rivalry I am afraid." Kurt says, and Blaine has to laugh at it. Lightly nodding into Kurt's chest.
Blaine presses closer and asks "Can I feel you? I want to feel nothing but you on my skin tonight."
Kurt smiles softly and whispers "Yes."
There is no urgency in the way Kurt and Blaine tenderly undress each other until there is nothing to feel but each other's skin and warmth against one's own.
Legs tangled and Kurt's right and Blaine's left arm wrapped around each other's waists Kurt has his left hand buried deep in Blaine's curls, caressing gently. Blaine has his face still buried in the crook of Kurt's neck when he drifts of to sleep.
Kurt breathing in Blaine's scent deep feels another single tear roll down his cheek before his eyelids grow heavy and he can feel his mind sinking slowly into sleep. He fights it for a split second, trying to figure out if it was a happy tear or a sad. It is not really a conscious decision anymore but he settles for happy as he slips of to sleep. Happy that not only Blaine is safe here, with his family, but happy that they are safe in each other's arms.
There is no doubt on either boy's mind about that, no nightmares that night.