Here's the third chapter. What will happen when Kurt meets Nathan?
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Kurt and Blaine made it back to Kurt's house. Kurt hopped out, and went round the side of the car to open the door for Blaine. Despite being so frightened, the gesture made Blaine smile. His boyfriend was such a gentleman, even in times of chaos. Blaine got out as Kurt closed the door behind him. They hurried into Kurt's house, relief flowing out of them once inside.
"That was so close!" Blaine exclaimed as he slumped onto Kurt's sofa. Kurt sat beside him, resting his hand on his boyfriend's knee, looking at him concerned. The colour had returned to Blaine's cheeks, but he was still shaking slightly under Kurt's touch.
"Blaine, are you ok now?"
Blaine looked at him, affection unashamedly radiating from his eyes.
"Of course I am. I must have really freaked you out today. I'm so sorry." He covered his hand over the one Kurt had placed on his knee. Blaine was right, Kurt had been really scared by Blaine's reaction, but he didn't tell him that; he didn't want Blaine to worry.
"You worried me, that's for sure. I've never seen you so scared." Blaine looked down, ashamed. Kurt noticing, said:
"Hey, don't be ashamed. What he did to you was horrific. It's natural to be scared Blaine." Blaine swallowed.
"He didn't do - that though. I shouldn't have run away. I should have seen what he wanted." Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine.
"Don't be silly, you don't know what he could have done. He could have hurt you. Courage can only take you so far." Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt, so that they sandwiched together on the small sofa.
"It's not me I'm worried about." Kurt turned his head in surprise.
"Kurt, he saw you and I together. It's pretty obvious that we're together as an item. What if he comes after you? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you." Kurt was touched by the sincerity in Blaine's words. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Blaine's temple.
"Nothing will happen to me Blaine. I promise you. We're safe here. It's not like he could have followed us or anything." Blaine sighed happily, as he leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's, loving the way his hair tickled his jaw line. Blaine nuzzled Kurt's neck lovingly, causing Kurt's heart to quicken and swell with love for the boy in his arms. He pulled him closer to him to emphasise the point.
Their moment was interrupted by a loud, urgent knock at the door. Kurt rolled his eyes, getting up off the sofa.
"It's probably Dad. He's always forgetting his keys."
Blaine laughed as Kurt walked into the corridor to open the door. Burt was known for unexpectedly turning up at home, often at the inconvenient moments when Kurt and Blaine were alone. Kurt walked down the hallway to his front door, smiling happily to himself. However, his smile shattered once he opened the door.
"Hello, is Blaine Anderson here? It's urgent that I speak to him."
There in the doorway, stood the boy who had been staring at them in the mall. Nathan Bridges.
Kurt stood there transfixed. How had he known where to find them? Trying to appear calm, Kurt replied;
"Why do you need to talk to him?" was the first thing he could answer. Nathan eyed him suspiciously.
"That's none of your business."
"It became my business when you scared the living daylights out of him." Nathan continued to eye him up, trying to figure Kurt Hummel out.
"You know who I am, don't you?" He replied matter-of-factly. Kurt, straightening up, feeling more angry than scared, stated simply.
"Yeah, I do. And I think you should leave now." Kurt began to push Nathan out the door, but Nathan gripped his wrist in a vice-like manner. Kurt cried out in pain, biting down on his lip. He didn't want Blaine to hear him, but it was too late.
"Kurt, who is it?" Blaine called out as he entered the hallway. What he was confronted with shook him to the core. Nathan had his hand clamped around Kurt's wrist, obviously hurting him, with Kurt trying to push him out the door. When they both realised he was there, they turned their heads to face him. Nathan's eyes bored into him, bringing back all the memories Blaine had repressed. The good and bad ones. Kurt's eyes shone with anger and fear, trying to process what was happening. Seeing Kurt in the grip of his - what could he call him? Old friend? Enemy? Tormentor? - made Blaine's fury overpower his fear.
"Let him go" He said in a low, gravely voice. He took a step towards them, emphasising his authority. Nathan, seeming to snap out of his controlling haze, instantly let Kurt go. He blinked several times, as if trying to wake himself up.
"Sorry" he said quietly to Kurt. Confused, Kurt stepped away from him, rubbing his arm. Blaine, ignoring Nathan, took Kurt's red arm in his hands, inspecting the damage. Soothingly, he glazed his finger tips over the red marks blemishing Kurt's skin.
"Are you ok?" He said to Kurt. Kurt nodded, looking into Blaine's eyes.
"I'm fine." Blaine, taking Kurt's hand in his, turned back to Nathan. The boy had changed a lot since he'd last seen him. Nathan was taller, but a lot thinner than before. His dark eyes seemed to have become overshadowed by his hooded lids. Nathan did not look healthy.
"What do you want?" Blaine asked forcefully. Nathan, not meeting his gaze, looked at Kurt.
"Look man, I really am sorry about hurting your arm like that. I didn't intend too, I swear." Kurt nodded in acknowledgement, not saying anything. Blaine watched the interchange with interest. Nathan had never apologised for anything. He looked back at Blaine, staring right into his soul.
"I came to see you. I've come to apologise." Blaine stood there paralysed. All he could think was "What" and "Why" and "How." Incoherent thoughts raced through his mind. Suddenly, he bolted, running down the corridor, away from his past.
