A/N: Hello there.

Happy Klaine week. Boy how those two have grown, as has my love for them.

Time for a little less sweetness this week, as we have an extreme lack of Klaine 'loving' here. No cotton candy fluff I'm afraid. I am an angst whore as my work clearly demonstrates.

But I hope you like my humble fic none the less.


Kurt sighed and turned to Blaine, his earphones still blasting out music as the lay in his lap. He smiled sadly across at Blaine and gestured to the side of the bed.

'I uh, I suppose you should take a seat.'


Blaine looked awkwardly about but moved forwards to perch himself in a small plastic chair by Kurt's side. The chair gave an ungodly creak as Blaine sat, but he ignored it.

As soon as Burt's footsteps faded down the corridor Kurt's free hand moved forward and snatched up the new IPod from the folds of his bed sheets. (Blaine didn't want to think why he wasn't using his IPhone) He fiddled with the screen for a moment, before the small musical buzz from the headphone cut off. Kurt gave a small smile and quickly began to wrap the headphone up around the IPod body, before placing the device by his side, propped against a starch white pillow.

Blaine waited until his little 'display' was finished, before trying his best to start up a reasonable conversation. Well...as reasonable as one could have with a boy he'd nearly gotten killed.


'Hey.' He said feebly, looking over at Kurt who was just watching him, like a cat watched a mouse.

'How are you?' Blaine continued 'Umm...' he looked out the window and the scenery Kurt had been previously staring at. 'Lovely weather outsi-'

'Cut the pleasantries' Kurt said quietly, not taking his eyes off Blaine. 'How about you just skip to the point and tell me why you're here'

Blaine gulped. He had been rather hoping to avoid that particular area of conversation, hoping to stick with the more comfortable, yet completely faked small talk.

'Umm...' He didn't know what to say. Because I essentially led you into the arms of a psychopath and then realised that I am hopelessly in love with you and now you're back I was kind of hoping you'd forgive me and want to be my boyfriend just sounded stupid.

'I wanted to see you.' He finally said, not looking at Kurt as he said it. 'I...I missed you Kurt.'

The other boy snorted. 'Yeah, right.'

'I really did.' Blaine said with more force, looking up to see Kurt gazing out the window again, his eyes glazed. 'I waited here for 2 days when you were first brought in. I didn't sleep for ages, just waiting to see if you were ok.'

'Yeah, well I'm not ok Blaine.' Kurt hissed, 'So you clearly didn't wait long enough.'

Blaine recoiled violently, feeling as if he had just been struck.

'I'm sorry Kurt.' Blaine said, still in shock. 'I don't...I don't know what you expect me to say.'

'How about you tell me the real reason you're here, eh?' Kurt said, his tone laced with venom. 'Because you sure as hell didn't care about me before all of this happened. So why are you so interested now? Is this all some little guilt thing? Do you feel bad now that I've been completely torn apart? Or do you just want in on the media spot light? I know what's going on outside Blaine. I know that people are talking about me. I'm not stupid.'

Blaine looked completely appalled, it was all going so quickly. But it wasn't meant to happen like this. They were meant to make up and kiss and be happy forever and- and.

'No Kurt. No...That's...how could you even think that?'

'Because you suddenly turn up here claiming to care...for no reason.' Kurt spat. 'Where were you when I needed you eh? Where were you before all this happened, when I needed a friend and someone to talk to? Oh, that's right; you were playing puppy to...him. You know, the man who abducted me.'

Blaine flinched.

'I don't want you here. You don't want to be here. Why are we even pretending? There's no point. If people think you're going to make me talk, then they've got another thing coming. Because I can fucking well talk, but certainly not about the things what they want me to.'

He gave a humourless laugh and shook his head slowly, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.

'Who set you up to coming here?' Kurt continued. 'Was it my dad? He may be glad you're here Blaine but that's because he thinks you'll make me spill about how I feel...about my emotions.' Kurt said the word with utter disgust. 'Clearly he's still under the impression that we're friends.'

This time Blaine looked completely outraged. 'I am your friend Kurt. I am...'

'Yeah, course you are. Be real Blaine. Why on earth would you want to be friends with me? You certainly didn't seem to want to a month ago...after all, what am I compared to him... I'm nothing-'

'You're everything Kurt.' Blaine said, reaching out and grabbing Kurt's hand. Kurt tried to shake his grip loose, but Blaine held tight.

'Let me go Blaine.' Kurt hissed, trying again to force Blaine away.

'No Kurt.' The other boy replied. 'No. You need to hear this. You need to...'

Kurt opened his mouth to speak but Blaine cut him off.

'I'm sorry Kurt. I'm sorry. I am so unbelievably sorry; you cannot even begin to understand how terrible I feel. I'm sorry for the way I treated you before, and believe me, the other Warblers really hit home to me how much I screwed you over. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was absolutely awful to you. The worst friend imaginable and I can do nothing but beg you for your forgiveness Kurt; even though I don't deserve it.'

Kurt's hand remained encased in Blaine's, but he continued to scowl over at the raven haired boy.

'I'm sorry about what I did to you and I'm sorry about what I said. I was stupid and a fool and I had a stupid crush on a guy who was clearly a nut case and there's nothing I can do to take all that happened back, no matter how much I want to.'

'I was an idiot Kurt, a complete idiot. And I know I don't know everything that happened to you and I know that you won't want to tell me, but I'm still so unbelievably sorry.'

By now there were tears running down Blaine's cheeks. Neither boy noticed when he had started crying, and neither cared to think back on the subject. All they knew was that Blaine as desperately trying to regain some semblance of friendship with the boy who meant everything to him.

Blaine was sure he looked absolutely dreadful as he was, but he honestly didn't care. He could spare his appearance if it meant getting Kurt back.


'I fucked up' Blaine said, tears still spilling down his face. 'I really fucked up. I was such an idiot Kurt and I am so sorry. I don't- I don't know what else to say.' His grip on Kurt tightened. 'It's all my fault. Everything was my fault. I led you on and I played with your feelings. I was only thinking of myself and I'm so, so sorry Kurt.'

'I can't believe what I did. I was so careless and inconsiderate. But then to top it all off, I essentially handed you over to him...I just...if I hadn't made you jealous...'

'Wait.' Kurt said, yanking his hand out of Blaine's grip as if he had been burned. 'What did you just say?'

'I said if I hadn't made you jealous.' Blaine said, sniffing. 'Then you wouldn't have gone to Jeremiah for comfort and affection and you wouldn't have been kidnapped and-'

'You think that's what happened?' Kurt hissed, his voice suddenly becoming icy. 'You think that because you rejected me I just waltzed into the arms of the next man to show me attention and got myself abducted.'

Shit

'Do you think I'm really that stupid Blaine?'

'No I jus-' Blaine tried, realizing what he had said and immediately trying to take it back. He reached out to grab Kurt's hand again, but the other boy slapped it away.

'No.' Kurt spat, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at his hand with revulsion. 'Do you honestly think that's what happened Blaine? Please, give me some credit. I want to be loved as much as the next man but I am not that desperate and pathetic. You want to know what actually happened?' Kurt said, glaring at Blaine in utter disgust. 'Because if you're blaming yourself now, you'll practically off yourself after this. I know I would'

'Kurt I-' Blaine said, suddenly panicking, but Kurt was having none of it.

'No Blaine. You will listen to me. Do you even understand what you just said?'

'Kurt Please-' Blaine begged, he could see Kurt's eyes begin to tear up and he knew that he had well and truly screwed up. 'You're stressed and sick and just- you don't know what you're saying.'

'Oh, so now you think I'm stupid do you?'

'What- No I never-'

'But you implied it-'

'Please Kurt- stop this. Just stop and-'

'No Blaine. I'm going to tell you exactly what happened. I haven't told anyone else yet, but as you kept insisting it was your fault, then you deserve to know the consequences of your actions. It was your fault. Every little piece of shit that has become my life is because of you, and you're going to have to deal with that.'

'Please don't-' Blaine whispered. But Kurt ignored him.

'It all started long ago.' Kurt said, not even giving Blaine a chance to speak. 'Two boys...let's call them Kirk and Shane shall we.' He sneered. '...well they were on a weekend trip to Westerville. It was all cheery and good and Shane was being terribly flirty that day so Kirk was really damn happy. Well...all of a sudden this...' He shuddered. 'Man-' Kurt said the word with nothing but pure malice. '-spotted them. And he liked what he saw.'

'Kurt-'

'So this man likes to get what he wants, and so he sets out to acquire one of the boys, because this boy reminds him of some fucked up fetish of his. At first neither boy notices him...so he decides to start stalking them.'

'Please I-'

'So one day he turns up at the two boys school, pretending to be doing some delivering for his company...which we'll call The Snap...And as he wonders around the school in search of one of the boys...he runs into the other, Shane. Now Shane is immediately smitten, because he's just that thick, and the man knows it. So the man manipulates him. He seduces his and makes him think he's interested in Shane, all so he can worm out information on Kirk. So when he finally 'get's Kirk alone', he can act out his fucked up plans.'

By now Kurt's entire body was shaking, his eyes were red and there were fat tears beginning to pool in the corners.

'A-and so.' He stutters, trying to keep himself together. 'He does. One day Shane was such a heartless prick that Kirk just needs to be away from him, so he tries to distract himself, all the while doing something nice for Shane...returning some socks that he once bought from The Snap in a fit of idiotry...so that Shane won't hate him for wanting them to be apart. Because Kirk actually cares for Shane...even is Shane doesn't care about him'

'Kurt.' Blaine half whispered, his tears still streaming silently down his cheeks. 'Stop Plea-'

'No' Kurt cries. 'NO...you don't deserve that' he hesitates before continuing 'You deserve to suffer... I won't stop...' He takes a staggered breath. 'Just after Kirk returns Shanes socks the man notices Kirk is alone and so he strikes. He comes up to Kirk, faking kindness as he returns something to Kirk, which he apparently dropped. He then offers to get Kirk coffee and Kirk accepts, because for the past few weeks Shane has completely blown him off and Kirk really does miss those little espresso runs. And if he squints hard enough he can pretend that the yellow curls are black and that the gap uniform is a blazer'

Blaine shakes his head, silently willing for Kurt to stop. Because past here is the point where Blaine's knowledge stops. He has no idea what happened after the coffee shop incident, and he has a horrible feeling that it will be by Kurt yelling at him that he will find out.

Their conversation wasn't meant to end up like this.


'Kirk was an idiot.' Kurt hissed. 'He went with the man, hoping to maybe find a friend, as his best had blown him off, but once he was there...the man decided to drug Kirk; with something strong enough to knock out a horse...and then when Kirk wakes up he is all alone, chained to a wall, underground in some dark room; away from his family and friends. And he's forced to stay there a month. A goddamn month...as the man slowly takes away absolutely everything for Kirk. His self respect, his dignity, his vir-' Kurt stopped...his mouth stuck partly open as the word just refuses to come out.

And that's when he breaks.

Huge sobs tear through Kurt's body as his spindly form shakes violently.

'Oh Kurt.' Blaine cooed, leaning over to try and hug the boy, but he's forced away as Kurt's un-bandaged arm swings round as slaps him across the face, before shoving him back.

'Don't touch me.'

Blaine stumbled off his chair and almost fell to the ground. When he catches a look at Kurt his entire body freezes.


The blankets that were once wrapped around Kurt's entire body, had slipped down to his waist; a loose fitting pyjama top left to cover his body.

But it too had slipped. One shoulder of the baby blue fabric has slithered over and the whole neckline is slanted, revealing what should be a slip of creamy skin across Kurt's shoulder. But that's not what Blaine see's.

He sees cuts.

Lots and lots of cuts.

And these aren't just any wounds, not like the ones he witnessed last time. No.

These are calculated and precise; they are very much deliberate and look as though they are part of some twisted design. As they snake off down Kurt's back Blaine's mind stops and all he can wonder is what really happened to Kurt?

Kurt seems to notice Blaine gaze as he quickly hikes up the comforter again and hides himself away, trying to regain control of his voice so he can finish. It takes him a few moments, but he finally reigns in his tears.

'A-and then...' Kurt manages at long last, his voice still wracked with sobs, but they are now more guarded than before. 't-the man tries to kill Kirk. He takes a knife and he tries to kill him ...and h-he leaves Kirk to die...because that's what he wanted.' The tears pour down Kurt's flush stained cheeks. 'He wanted him dead...And now...Kirk wishes he had died...'

Blaine swore his heart stopped beating.

'...because dying would have been better than coming back to this.'


TBC...


A/N: Pretty sure I'm a terrible person. But I don't really care... *vindictive smirk*

Anyway...Kurt's test results. A few of you made guesses...I'll leave it there for now. I am a horrible person...this has been established.

But moving on. Do review and let me know what you think. (And to those who leave long reviews, stop apologising for the length. They are always so amazing and wonderful, and by no means annoying)

I'm going to shamelessly self promote here as well and say that I think you guys should read Number 2 and the Chapel. They are short but I hope you like them. Feedback is love...

Ok...So I am a little sleep deprived, running off 4 hours a day, and caffeine...lots of caffeine...(Diet Coke is my one true love) I'm going to go before I further embarrass myself.

TTFN

P.S. Anon reviews are enabled jsyk