"I'm going to kill him, I swear to God", Puck said, his hands pounding the steering wheel.
Kurt was sitting between Finn and Sam in the back seat, holding Bocelli close to his chest, rocking him. He hasn't said a word since leaving the small home that he and Blaine were creating. Finn put his arm around him, and tears rimmed Kurt's eyes as he put his head on Finn's shoulder.
"This needs to stop. NOW. This guy is a lunatic, and isn't this, like, stalking or something"? Sam struggled to find the right words. "Can we call the police"?
"Kurt…buddy…you need to talk to us, ok? What happened before we got there"?
Finn felt helpless. He looked at Sam and shrugged his shoulders.
"He is not getting away with this, Kurt. No way. I'll take another stint in juvie to teach this guy a lesson". Puck looked in the rear view mirror at Finn. "I will".
Finally, very quietly, Kurt looked up at Finn and said, "I want Blaine".
"We're going home first. I want to get you in your room, and one of us will stay with you until Burt gets home, and then..."
"Finn, he can't know about this. He can't. He won't let me stay at Blaine's if he doesn't think I'm safe there. Please".
"Kurt, you aren't safe there. I can't let anything happen to you, and I'm not going to lie to your father".
"What if he hurts Blaine? We don't know where he went. What if he's waiting there when Blaine gets home? Finn, we need to go back for him".
"His family is there, Kurt. Your family is here." Those words stung Kurt, as if slapped in the face. Blaine is his family too. His partner.
Kurt dissolved into tears, which was almost too much for Puck. "It's ok, kid…let's just get you home and we'll figure this out, ok"?
"Blaine, we need to call the police. If Kurt is in danger, we need to do something".
"Do something? You pointed him right to him. You told him where he was, alone. You don't know what he's done to Kurt. The reason Kurt was at Dalton was because of him". Blaine sat on the couch feeling helpless. "I need to call Finn".
Blaine dialed the number, which went right to voicemail. He didn't leave a message. He didn't know what to say. He looked around their little home, at the birdcage on the floor, the broken glass, Kurt's keys on the counter. He couldn't fight him. He didn't have the strength. But where would he take him? And his heart broke as he thought of Kurt calling for help, and him not being there for him. His mother sat down next to him, and as Blaine looked down at the floor, she tried to get him to re-focus on what was happening. "Do you have a picture of Kurt, honey?. I want to see what the boy my son loves so much looks like". Blaine took his wallet from his pocket, and pulled out a picture they had taken at a photo booth right after Kurt had started at Dalton. They were wearing matching scarves. "He has beautiful eyes, Blaine."
"I know, Mom. When he looks at me, I see everything good in them".
Sam slid out of the car first, and put his hands out for Bocelli. Kurt looked at him, nodded, and then handed his precious gift from Blaine to him. Puck came to help Kurt out of the car, putting his hand out to his friend. Kurt grabbed it, and as he stood up, he felt lightheaded. Finn walked over and picked Kurt up, tossing Puck the house keys. Once the door was open, Finn went straight down to Kurt's room and placed him gently on the bed. "You, stay put", Finn said, and motioned to Puck and Sam to come upstairs with him. Sam put Bocelli next to Kurt on the bed, and gave him a weak smile. Kurt mouthed the words "thank you" to him before he headed upstairs.
"We have got to go find this loser and teach him a lesson".
Finn looked at his phone and saw that there was a missed call from Blaine.
"I wish he would tell us what Karofsky said to him".
"Let me talk to him". Finn and Sam looked at Puck. "What? Kurt's my boy. Let me try. What do we have to lose?"
"Fine, but go easy on him, ok. I need to call Blaine and see what's going on over there". Finn dialed Blaine's number while Puck went downstairs to talk to Kurt.
"Hey…what's going on? How's Big Bird"?
"His name is Bocelli. Blaine gave him to me" Kurt ran a finger over the bird's tiny head. "He won't sing for me".
"You'll both be singing in no time. So…just between us, what did that tool say to you? I won't repeat it. But I want to know what we're dealing with here".
Kurt just looked away from Puck, causing him to walk to the other side of the bed to meet Kurt's stare. "We can do this all night, Kurt. I'm an athlete. I'm good on my feet".
They were interrupted by a tap at the door. Finn and Sam both came down, looking at Puck to see if he'd found anything out. He just shook his head.
"I just spoke to Blaine, he's ok and he's on the way over. He was actually on his way here when I called him. And he's very relieved that you're here with us, and not off with…"
"Don't say it, please…Finn. Don't you see…that's what he wants."
"Kurt, what are you saying? Blaine doesn't want that. He could barely speak when I told him you were ok. Why…"
"No, Karofsky. He wants me. He said…". Kurt stopped in mid sentence.
Sam kneeled down next to the bed. "Tell us, Kurt. It's ok. We won't tell anyone. Right, guys"?
Kurt looked up at Finn and Puck, and they both nodded yes.
No one heard Blaine at the door, so he let himself in. He followed the voices from Kurt's room, and as he was walking down the steps, he saw Kurt, looking so frail amongst his bigger friends. A few more steps down, Blaine's heart almost stopped as he heard Kurt, his Kurt, say-
"Maybe I should just let him do what he wants to do to me and be done with it".
"What? What did you just say?" Blaine screamed without realizing that he was, and looked at Kurt's tear stained face.
"Go easy, Blaine. He doesn't mean it. He's having a hard enough time right now." Blaine looked at Finn, then at Kurt, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I can't believe what you just said. You want him to touch you? Is that what you want?"
Sam walked up to Blaine and tried to put his hand on his shoulder. Blaine looked at Sam and said "No. I want him to look at me and tell me that's what he wants". Blaine meant none of this. He was dying inside. His Kurt with someone else? With Karofsky? But he needed to get through to him, even if it hurt both of them.
"What's the turn on for you, huh, Kurt? Is it the football jacket? The way he would push you around? Oh, wait, I know…he's a better kisser than me." This last comment hurt the most. Blaine knew exactly how sickened Kurt was by Karofsky kissing him.
Kurt began sobbing as Puck started to make a move on Blaine. "That's enough, Preppie. Enough"! Puck began to shove Blaine back up the stairs, and Kurt yelled out for Puck not to hurt him.
"No? But you like that Kurt, right? You like when big strong Dave shoves you into lockers? Do you like it better when he just shoves you into the locker, or when he actually knocks you to the ground? Do you like it rough like that, Kurt"? Blaine was crying now, beyond consolation. He was saying things that he didn't mean, horrible things, hurting the one he loves, but he needed Kurt to say it…
"Blaine…stop…" Finn couldn't take what this was doing to Kurt. Maybe he was wrong—they were all wrong—about Blaine.
"I've had enough". Blaine turned his back on the group and started heading up the stairs.
"He told me if you were out of the picture, I would be his". Kurt looked at Blaine's back as he stopped on the stairs. Kurt began to sob so hard he could barely speak. "I won't let him hurt you. I don't care what I have to do. I love you, Blaine. I won't let him hurt you…I won't…"
Blaine ran down the steps to Kurt, and knelt on the floor in front of him, pulling him tightly to him and wrapping his arms around him. Into his ear, he whispered gently "I love you, Kurt. I'm so sorry".
"Kurt…baby…look at me". Blaine held Kurt's face in his hands and could see the heartache in his sad blue eyes. "He can't touch us. Look around us. Do you think these guys are going to let him hurt you? Hurt us? I don't know about you, but I trust these three. They got to you before anything really bad happened…right? They figured it out before I could".
Kurt nodded, and Blaine leaned over to kiss him, tasting Kurt's tears. He didn't care who was watching. He loves Kurt. It killed him inside to have had to say those things to him, but they needed to know what happened before they had gotten there, before they stopped Karofsky from doing…who knows what.
Finn looked away, a little embarrassed at both the public display of affection and the tears that were welling up in his own eyes. "The guy is an idiot. When Kurt told me that Karofsky had said something about you two living together, it kind of creeped me out. So when Kurt left McKinley on Friday, I watched, and saw Karofsky pull out right behind him. I grabbed these two and we followed him". Blaine had pulled Kurt up onto the bed and they were propped up on the pillows, where he held Kurt and ran his fingers through his hair.
"But how did he get inside"?
"When he knocked at the door, I thought it was you…that you'd forgotten your keys. I had Bocelli in my hand, and when I opened the door, and saw it was him, I couldn't push the door closed without dropping the little one. When he pushed in, he hit the table and knocked the cage over…he asked where my girlfriend was…said that I wasn't so innocent anymore…and that if you were out of the picture he could…have me". Blaine pulled him in tighter, and kissed the top of his head.
"Gentlemen, I hate this guy." Blaine said over the top of Kurt's head.
"He started coming towards me, but then I saw him get pulled back by Finn. Sam told me to get into the bedroom and lock the door. I don't remember what happened after that".
"We got in a couple of good shots, but the loser took off. We should have gone after him, but we were more concerned about this one here", Puck smiled and nodded at Kurt.
"Don't worry, Kurt. We've got this. He won't bother you any more". Sam sat on the edge of the bed. "But do me a favor. Don't make me hold that bird anymore…kinda freaks me out a little".
"Deal".
"Hey Finn…grab a piece of paper and a pen so that I can give you my mom's number in case you need it". Finn seemed confused, but handed him the paper anyway. Blaine leaned over onto the nightstand and said as he was writing, "I just want her to know what's going on". Finn picked up the paper, where Blaine had written "Call Burt". Finn looked at Blaine and nodded.
"Now, if you three wouldn't mind, I'd like some alone time with my boyfriend", and he kissed Kurt gently on the lips.
"That's gross. Not because he's a dude. But it's my brother. Gross".
Finn, Sam and Puck headed up the stairs, making kissing sounds as they did. They had saved Kurt, and would deal with Karofsky. So anything they did was fine by Blaine.
"So, my darling baby penguin…" Blaine pulled Kurt in closer…"it's on to Plan B".