Chapter 2

It had been a few weeks since Blaine and Kurt had first met on the staircase of Dalton Academy. A few weeks since Blaine found the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, even if they were just friends at the moment. It was a rainy Wednesday morning when Blaine's phone started to vibrate like crazy while he was sitting in his English class. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked at his phone to see who was calling him while he was in school. His eyes widened when he saw that it was his mom. Blaine rose his head immediately, hoping to catch his teachers attention quickly.
"Yes, Blaine?" Miss. Jones asked, annoyed that Blaine had interrupted her lesson.
"May I go call my mom back? She called me and she very rarely calls me during school unless it's an emergency." The teacher nodded, giving him a pass to leave class. Blaine sped walked out of the classroom and dialed his mothers number, hoping she'd pick up quickly.
"Blaine!" Nicole Anderson answered frantically.
"Mom, what's going on? Why are you calling me during school?" Blaine asked, extremely confused. There was talking in the background on Nicole's end of the phone call and Blaine heard big words and them unconscious. Blaine's heart started to race faster.
"Blaine, Kurt's in the hospital." With that, the phone that was once in Blaine's hands, was now lying on the floor. Forgetting about his phone, Blaine ran out of his school and right to his car, driving to the hospital and not even caring about the speed limit. He needed to see Kurt right away.

Kurt was just minding his own business, walking towards the choir room for glee club, when he was shoved hard into a row of lockers. His breath was knocked out of him and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. Kurt looked up to see who's hands belonged to the pair that had shoved him in the locker. He was not surprised to see David Karofsky standing above him. Sighing, he tried to get up, but Karofsky pushed him back down and shook his head. Confused, Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but instead he was cut off. No, not by David talking, but by a pair of lips. Kurt screeched against the strong lips. He had to use all of his strength to pull away as he looked at David angrily and confused.
"What is wrong with you?" He asked, wiping his lips with his sleeve. David looked around franticly before slapping Kurt across the face.
"Don't you dare tell anyone about this, you got it?" Kurt shook his head 'no'.
"You kissed me, David. You forced yourself onto me, I have to tell someone." Anger took over David's face and he narrowed his eyes. Standing up, he started kicking Kurt in the stomach, over and over again. Kurt screamed out in pain, hoping that someone could hear his cries. After a few more kicks and punches, David was finally satisfied.
"If I find out you told anyone, you're dead." And with that, Karofsky ran out of the school, probably going to hide. Kurt lied there, groaning in pain as he clutched onto his stomach. Mr. Schuester came running out of the choir room after hearing groans. His eyes widened when he saw Kurt lying there on the ground in pain. The glee club was behind their choir director, confused and worried about their fellow group member. Finn ran up next to Mr. Schue and looked at Kurt.
"Kurt, what happened?" He asked, scared and worried. Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but instead he started to cough up an abnormal amount of blood.
"We gotta get him to the hospital, now." Mr. Schue said, picking up the frail boy and starting to walk towards the exit of the school.

When Blaine arrived at the hospital, he saw his mom sitting in a seat in the waiting room, head in her hands. There were two grown people sitting on the left of her in the same position as she was. As he walked up to the three adults, he couldn't help the tears coming from the corner of his eyes.
"Mom?" He said, barely above a whisper. The three adults looked up at Blaine and smiled sincerely.
"Blaine, this is Burt and Carol, Kurt's parents." She said, introducing her son to the parents of Blaine's crush. Smiling softly, he shook each of their hands.
"I'm sorry we had to meet under the circumstances." Blaine tried his best to remember his manners, even if on the inside he was freaking out.
"Where is he?" He asked, wanting to get right to the point of why they were there. Burt waved his hand, telling him to follow his lead.
"Kurt's asleep right now. He has a concussion and a few broken ribs, but the doctor said he'll be fine." Burt informed the younger boy, knowing exactly who he was to Kurt.
"I'm warning you now, Kurt doesn't look like himself. He has bruises all over his face and is paler than his normal complexion." Blaine nodded, eager to see Kurt. As the two men walked into Kurt's room, an audible gasp escaped Blaine's mouth. His hand rose absent mindedly to his mouth to cover it. The tears that were threatening to escape finally fell. Walking over to the side of Kurt's bed, he placed his hand into Kurt's and squeezed it gently. Burt took in the scene before him and smiled ever so slightly.
"You really like him, don't you?" Burt asked Blaine. Immediately, Blaine looked up with wide eyes.
"Is it that obvious?" Blaine asked, letting go of Kurt's hand and sitting in the empty chair next to Kurt's bed. Burt nodded, chuckling a bit.
"It's okay. If it makes a difference, I know that Kurt feels the same way. He may not admit it, but I can tell by the way he talks about you every day and when he gets your texts…God, I haven't seen that smile on his face in years." Burt said, smiling and sitting besides Blaine. Kurt started to stir a bit and Blaine immediately laced his fingers with Kurt's, squeezing it to let Kurt know that he was there. Kurt opened his eyes slowly as his eyes were adjusting to the light. Once he could see clearly, Kurt looked to his side and saw the only face he had wanted to see ever since he passed out.
"Blaine, when did you get here?" He asked, his voice raspy. Blaine smiled and squeezed his hand a bit. Kurt's eyes darted down to their intertwined hands, shocked that they were holding hands. He smiled a bit at Blaine.
"I just got here. What happened, Kurt?" He asked, worriedly. Blaine wanted to know how in the world Kurt had gotten those injuries and from whom.
"K-karofsky." Was all Kurt could say before a sob caught in his throat and he started to cry. Blaine stroked Kurt's hand with his thumb.
"Who's Karofsky?" Blaine asked Burt, seeing as Kurt wasn't able to talk. Burt sighed angrily.
"Karofsky has been harassing Kurt since he was a Sophomore. He's so against Kurt and I don't know why. God, I'm going to kill this kid." Burt got up out of the seat and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Blaine sighed, looking over to Kurt, feeling terrible for the older boy.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. No one, especially you, deserves what you've gone through. I know how it feels." Kurt looked at Blaine confusingly. Blaine raised his hand to Kurt's cheek and wiped away a stray tear.
"I was in the same position as you are right now. I went to a dance at my old school with the only other 'out' boy in the school and before we even got to the dance, we were jumped." Blaine informed his friend, trying his best not to let the memories effect him. Kurt's eyes were wide.
"Oh Blaine, I'm so sorry." He said, squeezing his hand.
"It's okay. I'm slowly getting over it. All that matters is that I'm safe at Dalton now." Blaine's eyes immediately lit up when an idea struck his mind.
"Kurt, I think that you should transfer to Dalton. Not for me, for your well being and safety. Do you think your dad will allow it?" He asked, hopeful. Kurt pondered the idea for a minute, thinking about how safe he'd be at Dalton. Kurt nodded.
"My dad would do anything to keep me safe. I want to get out of McKinley. I mean, I love it there, but I need to be safe. This happened in the hallways, Blaine, who knows what could happen next if I went back there." Kurt sighed and looked down. Blaine lifted his friends head and smiled softly.
"Hey, things are going to be okay. I'll be here for you as long as you let me be." Blaine pulled the taller boy into a hug, careful not to squeeze him too hard.
"You're going to be okay. Everything is going to get better, I promise." He whispered into Kurt's ear. In that moment, Blaine knew that Kurt was it for him. He was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. Whether or not Kurt felt the same way, he knew that once Kurt was all settled and less vulnerable, he'd confront him with his feelings.