"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to stop them.. "
"But you're here now, that's all that matters."
"Mmm. I love you, Kurt."
"I love you too."
Blaine leaned in for a gentle kiss, pulling Kurt's shirtless torso near. The tip of his nose touched a cold streak of teartrack that stung his heart, hearing his boyfriend's inhalation tremble again in attempt to stop the arising sobs.
"Oh Kurt.." Blaine pulled away from Kurt's shivering lips, at a loss. "It's okay to cry."
Kurt had been strong his whole high school life. He held his head high, all the bullying dusted off his shoulders as if they don't hurt him when they did. He was determined not to let those bigoted doorknobs get to him, but deep down inside, he was never completely healed. The bullies left a prick inside him like a bee's sting, bandaged up by courage, enveloped, but never cured.
As Kurt sobbed quietly into his chest, he could only pat his shoulders softly as his own red-rimmed eyes looked blankly out of the windows of the living room. He felt bad for opening the dam of tears. If only he hadn't ask about the stupid scars littered on Kurt's back.
"I always thought… you didn't mind.." Kurt softly mumbled, voice thick with sadness. Countless times they had been naked in bed, Blaine cuddling close and did not say anything.
"No, Kurt, I- Look at me." Blaine pulled the boy in his arms to his eyes, looked right into the deep blue oceans. "You're beautiful. Every part of you. Your hair, your lips, your button nose, your scars. I love every single part of you, alright? I just hate that people had tried to hurt you. I don't get it. You, such a beautiful, charismatic boy and people chose to hate that. It wounds me."
"I wasn't as fabulous back then.." Kurt grumbled, breaking the sadness in the air as Blaine gives a watery chuckle.
"But you are now. And that's all that matters. I love you, the end."
"How on Earth did I find you.."
"You spied on us at Dalt-"
"Shut up." Kurt sealed their lips in a moist kiss, them grinning at their memories fondly when Burt walked in.
"Ahem." Burt stared pointedly at the couple kissing.
"Well well, what have we got here."
He was mentally rehearsing a no-sex-on-the-couch talk recently for some reason. He knew the universe was telling him something was going to happen!
"Oh, dad!" Kurt pulled away a little quickly, pulling the duvet on the floor over his chest.
"What did I say about making out-…" He walked towards them, the kids looking down at the carpet like it had a bug. He looked at them gingerly, normally they would be at two ends of the couch, but instead they were still close, Blaine stealing a glance at Kurt. Burt shifted from "Papa Bear" mode to "Papa Burt" immediately.
"Blaine? Why are your eyes red? Kurt? You- okay what happened here?" Burt marched over, genuinely confused but concerned. All the parenting talk was thrown to the last of the priorities, with his son's nose red and cheeks a little wet.
"Kiddo, haven't seen you cry in a long time, what happened?"
"It was nothing, Dad..." Kurt looked away, embarrassed at being caught crying at 18. "Was talking about sophomore year.. gay bullying and stuff.. Got a bit.. emotional. We're fine." He gave a weak smile at Blaine, still holding their interlocked hands together.
Burt said nothing, got up from his part of the couch and pulled them into a tight hug.
Blaine held the father figure a little tighter this time.