Loving you isn't easy but, it isn't supposed to be Chapter 2, a glee fanfic

I was once told by my father that all good things come to thoes who wait so, that's what I did. I waited for Blaine to come back to me, I spent days on my side by our bedroom door waiting for Blaine to remember
I exsisted again. I would cry at night as I lay there cold and disorenated. All I wanted was to be dead, he hasn't touched me in days, come to think of it I don't even know if he's here right now or when he was here last.
A sound coming from the closet stirs me and for some reason I feel whole enough to go and see what it is.
Nothing. It's like I was hearing things and sadley it wasn't the last thing that made noises but, wasn't really there. Later that day I heard Blaine calling me from the living room, I ran to my master
kneeled at the foot of the couch and waited but, after a few hours I opened my eyes and there were no feet in front of me nor the fimiliar shadow his body would cast on the floor. Tears seemed to fall from
my face like a facuet that had been left on, forgotten of it's constant running.

BLAINES POV
I wanted to kill everyone. I wanted the entire would outside our door to ignite and be consumed by flames, I wanted nothing more than to hold him close and wipe away his tears but, when I moved towards
him he cowered. He cowered. He was afraid.
I didn't know what to do for him, he just layed by the front door for hours. Luckily I work from home so, I didn't have to leave him home alone but, I was worried the tile would be to cold so I put him
in our bed. I went back to put a plate of food on his side table but, he was by our bed room door. He just cried. I would leave food for him on his side table but, when I returned I would find it untouched.
I didn't want to hurt him, I fought back every urge to touch him. Over the next few days I would find myself calling him but, he just stared at the floor lifeless and empty. His face brought me to tears after
a week. Hollowed out cheeks and dark circles under his red rimmed eyes. He was going to hate me for it but, I had to do something.

KURTS POV
I didn't know what to think when it happened, at first I thought it wasn't real but, then it happened again. Someone was holding me and they were so warm, I snuggled close to the warmth and hoped it would
stay forever. I did. It seemed as though it stayed with me for days but, then it spoke.
'Kurt'
'Please don't lay here anymore, I can't stand seeing you here on the floor'
'You are loved' 'Please remember you are loved'
Blaine
I tried so hard to make words come out but, they just run into the walls in my head making jumbled sentences all in my brain. I didn't know what to do to let him know how much I needed him. I started to cry
it seemed as though it was all I could do was cry. He held me tighter and sang to me.

'Hush now my baby
Hush now my love
The angels are watching
From heaven above
They know that I love you
They know that it's true
I'll stay here beside you
Whatever you do
When I wake beside you
I feel like I shine
I wish you forever
And ever be mine
A new day tomorrow
When you open your eyes
You let in the sunshine
And all darkness dies'

He kept singing to me until he fell asleep wrapped around me. I was so tired but, I wasn't ready to remember. I couldn't help but, go to sleep.

KURTS DREAM

'Your a dirty slut aren't you?' 'We saw you go into the mall and we knew you were a perfect little slut'
An unknown person's member was penetrating me, it felt like it would never end.
I screamed and started to bite but, they just hit me over and over. I had never felt so much pain before.
All six of them took turns, stealing a piece of me. I cried, I had only ever prayed to God once. When my father was in the hospital I decided when I thought he might never wake up I would pray. It worked
he woke up and it seemed as though I should do it again.
"Please dear God save me-
'Awww isn't that sweet listen guys the little faggot is praying and, here thought gay prayers weren't real.'
'Listen here you whore if you tell anyone about this, then what I am about to do will seem like a treat compared to what I will do to you'
He cut me. No he marked me, when they let me go I got in my car to cry and clean my wound but, I regret ever even looking at it. On my abdomen in jagged letters spelled 'WHORE' My body began to shake
He will never want to touch me again, He will never love me again.

KURTS POV
I had to get away from him before he saw it, I couldn't let him see it. I tried to pull away but, I was so tired I don't even think he noticed my struggles. I started to scream. When he didn't move I got
scared, maybe theres something wrong, maybe he is hurt, maybe it isn't Blaine. I screamed for help for what seemed like hours until finally I passed out and everything when black.

BLAINES POV
I couldn't tell what he was doing, he seemed to be shaking. What woke me up was thrashing like someone was being tourted in my arms. He was dreaming and I tried to wake him up but, he wouldn't wake so,
he just layed there thrashing and crying as I watched him unable to help. It made me feel as though he was being raped all over again and all I could do was watch. After a few hours he stilled, it seemed
as though he had fallen asleep again. I picked him up and carried him to the bathroom. I drew a nice warm bath and set him on a chair leaned up against the door. I silently thank my dad for being
a horrible person and insisting I take nursing for four years. I have to say if it wasn't for him, Kurt would be in a hospital. I hook up the tube to his nose and push down on three plungers. I was terrified
the first time I did it, I was scared it wouldn't work and I had hurt him but, after talking to a physician over the phone, she confirmed he would be OK. I was pressured many times to bring him in but,
I said he would just be scared and sad. I didn't want to do that to him again. I undress him and put him in the tub. Softly scrubbing his body clean again, then I saw it again. That disgusting word carved
into my precious lover. I could barley bring myself to sew it up. I cried as washed him silently wishing that with every soap sud the dirty memories and scars would be taken away but, they stayed.
I carry him into our bedroom wrapped in a warm robe from the drier and lay him on our bed. I use a towel to dry his hair as I sing to him.