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Blaine lay on his stomach on his bed, pretending to read when really he was watching Kurt from behind his book. After he had gotten Kurt off the floor of the choir room they had come up to Blaine's dorm, finding that David wasn't there Blaine had just let Kurt cry into his shoulder until the countertenor's tears had dried up and he had decided that he needed to finish his History project. Blaine watched the younger boy as he sat at his desk, head bent over his books, back to him. He took in the boys tense shoulders and felt his heart swell. He really did love Kurt; he couldn't believe that it had taken a situation this serious to make him admit it,

"Blaine." The boy in questions head snapped up as he heard his boyfriend's perfect voice, "Would you please stop watching me."

Blaine felt his face flush, "What makes you think that I'm looking at you? I was studying."

Kurt swung around in his seat, a disbelieving expression on his face, "Well, for a start I can practically feel your eyes burning holes in the back of my neck. Also, I can see your reflection in the mirror."

The younger Warbler's face softened as he watched Blaine stumble over his words, attempting to find an excuse, he rose from his chair and crossed to the bed, Blaine pushed himself up into a sitting position and opened his arms, Kurt gladly climbed onto his boyfriends lap and twisted so that he was looking into his deep hazel eyes,

"Blaine honey, I'm not okay, but I will be. You don't need to watch me all of the time. What James did -" Kurt's voice failed him. He looked away and Blaine kissed the top of his soft brown hair, Kurt seemed to gain confidence from this, "What James did was traumatic, but it wasn't the end of the world. I won't deny that I am shaken by it and it will take time for me to heal, but you need to let me do that. I can't if you're always watching me and waiting for me to break. You can't protect me from everything."

Blaine gazed into Kurt's eyes in wonder; he couldn't believe that this boy, (who he knew could reduce people to tears with nothing more than a bitch stare) could speak so softly and so compassionately. He was filled with nothing but respect for him.

"I know baby boy. You're right, I know that I can't protect you from everything, but don't expect me not to try."

Kurt quirked a perfectly groomed eyebrow, "Baby boy? Really Blaine?" he said archly smirking slightly, Blaine burnt red once more.

"Hey! I thought it was sweet. Besides you can call me 'honey' but I can't call you 'baby boy'? That's just not fair!"

The countertenor chuckled and reached up to stroke his face, "You can call me whatever you want sugar lips."

Blaine groaned, "Aww come on Kurt, don't mock me I -"

His argument was cut off by Kurt's phone which chose that moment to start playing 'Silly Love Songs'. It was Blaine's turn to smirk as Kurt scrambled to answer it giving him a look that blatantly said "Don't say a word." He looked at the display and frowned glancing at the tenor,

"It's the Dean." Kurt pressed the call answer button on his phone and began to pace "Hello sir. Yes Sir I - …. No, of course. What?" Blaine's heart stopped as he watched what little colour there was in Kurt's face drain from it, "Yes. We'll be right there sir... Five minutes."

Blaine jumped up as Kurt stopped pacing; he wrapped his arms around him, "Kurt. Kurt tell me what's wrong? God, you're shaking!"

Kurt met his eyes with his own. "The police are here, and my parents. Someone told them about James, we have to go to the Dean's office, now."

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Kurt found himself sandwiched between Blaine, Wes and David. His father and Carole sat on the sofa to the left of them and the Dean sat opposite with two police men on either side of him.

"Kurt," The Dean started, "Wesley here has made a very serious accusation regarding James Sanders and yourself, the police contacted me and I had to contact your parents as you are a minor. Do you have anything to say?"

Kurt looked down at his lap, purposely avoiding his fathers gaze. He felt betrayed and humiliated. He couldn't believe that Wes would do this to him. "No sir."

One of the police men – the smaller of the two – cleared his throat. "Ok boys, we're going to have to ask some questions. We'll do it here primarily to avoid any

upset, but we may have to ask you to come down to the station as the investigation continues. If you three," he gestured to Blaine, Wes and David, "Could wait outside then we'll talk to Kurt and his family, and then later when you're families have arrived then we'll take in your version of events and James Sanders'. Does that sound ok?"

Kurt looked up startled; he didn't want to do this without Blaine. He felt a warm calloused hand on his shoulder and his boyfriend bent down his lips brushing his ear, "It's alright baby boy, and I'll be right outside. Just tell the truth, you'll be fine." He murmured.

Kurt couldn't even find it in his heart to be annoyed at being called baby boy again. He watched sadly as they left the office and turned nervously to the adults in the room.

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The moment they were outside Blaine turned to his two best friends. They took an involuntary step back, fury seemed to radiate out of the top of his overly gelled head. He reached out and shoved Wes firmly in the chest.

"What the HELL Wes?" He growled, "Kurt asked you one thing. One thing! You couldn't even manage to listen to him! Don't you think he's going through enough?"

Wes glared back at Blaine, refusing to back down. "I did listen to him Blaine. But you and I both know that someone had to be told and since you clearly weren't going to step up to the mark -"

"No one had to be told anything! We promised that we wouldn't tell anyone. It was his decision and you took that away from him! If he didn't want anyone to know then no one had to. It's as simple as that -"

"It isn't simple at all Blaine! It's anything but. Victims of sexual or physical assault hardly ever report the incidents, but they always regret it!"

David stood in-between his two best friends, his mouth slightly agape as the screamed at each other. He honestly didn't know what to do. Blaine was normally so calm on the surface, preferring to let his emotions simmer beneath the dapper exterior and while he was used to Wes being slightly unhinged he'd never been this angry before. Now they were both here yelling insults back and forth and he knew that he should stop it but he didn't know how dammit!

He knew that Wes had a point; he knew that it was a good thing that the police knew because morally he knew that James had to be punished. At the same time Blaine was just standing up for his boyfriend, he was just angry that Kurt's wishes had been ignored when he'd been through such a terrible ordeal already.

David listened to the argument before he made his decision. He didn't agree 100% with what Wes had done, but he'd made the choice to stick by him and he couldn't go back on that now.

"Shut up!" David found he was quite impressed with himself when his friends actually went silent. "Both of you need to stop yelling and think for two seconds. Wes-" He turned to his best friend, eyes pleading, "Blaine is just upset. He has every right to be annoyed! Blaine-" He swung around to face the fuming lead singer, "Just stop and think. Please. After what Wes went through with Julie do you really think that he could just stand by and not do anything? You've known us for years; surely you understand why he had to do this? You're not the only person who cares about Kurt and for the record we didn't promise him anything. You promised for all three of us."

All the fury seemed to seep away from Blaine and finally he took in the broken look behind Wes's eyes he reached out a hand to him, which was promptly ignored. "Wes," He groaned, "Wes I'm so sorry. I wasn't even thinking about Julie. I just – I'm worried about him you know? God!" Blaine sank to the floor, "I'm such a bad friend."

Wes was still angry, and for a moment he looked like he wanted to agree with Blaine, but he caught the warning look in David's eye and sighed heavily throwing himself on the floor next to him, "You're not a bad friend Blaine. You were just trying to be a good boyfriend. Maybe you can't always be both. I don't really talk about Julie so I understand why you could forget, but you have to understand why I did this. I didn't do it to hurt Kurt. I did it because I don't want him to get hurt again."

"I know." Blaine breathed quietly, "I know that you didn't mean any harm. He's just; he's such a private person. It's going to kill him to have to go over this again and again, and he shouldn't have to! He didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry I got angry. I'm not angry at you. Well I am a little, but I'll get over it."

"It's ok." Wes threw his arm around the smaller boy's shoulders, "I shouldn't have yelled either. It's a good job that we have David to keep us in check."

Both boys looked sheepishly up at their friend who grinned at them, "Hey, I have three younger sisters. I'm used to dealing with cat fights, don't worry about it… Oh," David looked towards the door behind Wes and Blaine, "Hi mom."

The two boys on the floor spun around to face all of their parents, and a man that they assumed was James's father. This was going to be an interesting day. Before anyone could say anything else the door to the office opened and Kurt's dad and Carole walked out.

Burt was shaking with what Blaine could only assume was suppressed rage and Carole's face had gone an awful shade of white. Kurt trailed after them, tear tracts shining on his cheeks, eyes red and head down. Blaine strode up to his boyfriend and gently lifted up his chin with one finger.

"You ok?" Kurt shook his head in one jerky motion and Blaine engulfed him in a bear hug, whispering in his ear, "Don't be too mad at Wes, I'll explain why he did what he did later, he has his reasons I promise."

"Kurt." Burt's gruff voice caused the two boys to part, "Come on. You're coming home tonight."

"Dad!"

"Mr Hummel." David cut in, "We can look after Kurt here, he'll be ok."

Burt turned his gaze on David, "Son, I'm not being funny, but considering what's already gone on here without my knowledge I find that hard to believe."

Carole laid a soothing hand on Burt's arm; her skin was slowly regaining its natural colour. "What we mean is that we need to talk this through as a family tonight. We'll bring Kurt back tomorrow boys."

Blaine nodded and glanced at Kurt, unsure what to do. A smile watery smile played on Kurt's lips as he leant down and pressed a gentle kiss on Blaine's lips, in that moment, he couldn't care less that his angry, overprotective father was standing directly behind him. "I'll see you tomorrow, call me tonight though?" He lowered his voice to a whisper, "I don't think I'll be able to sleep."

"Of course. We'll talk later."

Blaine watched as Kurt walked away with his parents, before turning to take his turn in the office. Head held defiantly high.