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Okay so here is Chapter 10, as always thanks to the amazing Caz, who is a awesome beta reader, yay!

Warning: Contains light smut/Kurt having a wet dream at the beginning and sex references through out and swearing etc etc...

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P.S The bit at the end is a memory if anyone is confused!

Kurt couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. But Blaine had other ideas. Grabbing Kurt's wrists in his hands, he held them still. Kurt raised his eyes to Blaine's, breathing heavily as Blaine smiled softly. Blaine wanted to savour every second; the way Kurt moved, his deep blue eyes, half lidded with desire. He pressed his lips back against Kurt's, kissing him softly, his fingers stroking at the soft skin just underneath Kurt's shirt. They stumbled backwards, until they hit the back wall, and Blaine pressed himself against the length of Kurt's body. Hooking his fingers around the loops of Kurt's jeans he pulled their hips together, rocking into Kurt gently, and Kurt moaned against his mouth.

He watched as Blaine sunk down to his knees, grinning up at Kurt as he did so. Inch by inch Blaine began pulling Kurt's shirt up over his head, kissing each new bit of bare skin he revealed. Kurt let his head fall back against the wall, clamping his mouth shut to suppress another moan.

"We were… supposed to take it slow." Kurt gasped out, as Blaine began nipping at his throat, leaving little red marks on his porcelain skin.

Blaine smirked at him. "Do you really want to take it slow Kurt?" Blaine slid his hand down the front of Kurt's jeans, stroking the bulge teasingly.

Kurt groaned again. "N-not fair…" He pushed against Blaine's hand. "Fine, you win."

Blaine grinned. "I always win."

Kurt closed his eyes and gave in to the sensation of Blaine's hand between his legs. His knees were threatening to buckle underneath him. Blaine's fingers curled around him, moving back and forth over his length.

"Blaine…" Kurt whimpered, arching his back as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through him.

"Blaine…"

"Blaine…"

Kurt woke up with a start; Blaine's name still lingering on his lips. He looked around his room. It was dark and quiet. He was alone.

He sank back against the pillows and ran his hands through his hair. Fuck. He looked down at himself. He was achingly hard. The dream had not given him time to release himself. Kurt sighed, frustrated. He looked over at his mobile and bit his lip. Maybe he could just call Blaine… or text him. Did they really need to take it slow…?

His hand twitched. He picked up his mobile… then paused. They'd deleted each other's numbers. He slammed his phone back down on the bedside table. Maybe he could run to Blaine's house. Then Blaine could pick up where the dream left off and everyone would be happy. Kurt grumbled as he turned over onto his side. This was going to be a long night.

Blaine looked incredulously from Maggie's face and then back to Will's.

"Please tell me you're joking." He choked out in disbelief.

Will sat down beside him and took his hand. "We're here to help you, Blaine."

Blaine stared at him, eyes wide. Had they both gone insane? Blaine couldn't believe what was happening.

He went back with Will. They drank late into the night, reminiscing about when they were younger, remembering that kiss, remembering the pebbles. Blaine laughed at Will's jokes. It was… nice. Blaine wasn't really used to having a friend. Will asked about Blaine's father and Blaine admitted that he had been kicked out of the house.

Then Will's eyes flickered to Blaine's arms.

"You used to come and play, covered in bruises." He said quietly, stroking a thumb over the inside of Blaine's elbow.

Blaine swallowed and pulled his arm away. "Yeah well… me and my father had our differences."

"Tell me about it." Will said.

Blaine shook his head. "I… I don't want to talk about it."

It wasn't that Blaine didn't trust Will, he did… and it was so good to see him again but Blaine wasn't all that sure he could talk about it. The memories of his father hitting him were hazed with childhood fantasies. He couldn't really remember one specific time his father had hit him and why… all he knew was that he didn't want to remember those years he had spent locked in that house with Dr. Wilkes.

Will dropped the subject and they went back to joking around.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Will asked, in an – at the time, seemingly innocent – tone.

Blaine paused. "No… Not really… But I'm not… available." He sighed. "It's complicated."

Will took a swig of his drink and grinned. "Love should never be complicated, Blaine."

Blaine laughed. "But it is, always…"

"It was never complicated between us." Will said, his face suddenly serious. "Don't you remember, Blaine? The way we used to feel around each other."

Then it was Blaine's turn to take a swig of his drink. "We were just kids."

"You don't think we were in love?"

"I don't think we knew what love was."

Will smiled. "You always did have an answer."

Blaine smirked back and shrugged. "Yes, I'm exceptionally clever."

Hours later, the night long darkened and the first rays of light showing, Blaine leant forward and kissed Will lightly on the lips. Only for a second. Just like their kiss in the woods.

"It's really good to see you again Will." He said, before turning around to curl up on the sofa and promptly falling asleep.

Will watched his face in slumber for a while. His eye was completely healed, but Will could see the slight shadow of what had been a nasty black eye.

Gingerly, he stood up and, making sure Blaine was truly asleep, he lifted up the corner of Blaine's top and pulled it over his head. Blaine stirred, but there was enough alcohol in his system that he stayed asleep. Will looked down at Blaine's bare back and chest.

Sure enough there were long red marks over the broad of his back, they were only light, but they were there all the same. Will ran his finger over one of the scratches and Blaine shivered. Will looked closer at a purple mark on Blaine's shoulder. Teeth marks.

Will took a step back and then looked again, a look of disgust crossing his face. Picking up a nearby throw, Will had laid it over Blaine, kissing his lips once more before turning to his own bedroom.

"Where's my shirt?" Blaine demanded.

"Blaine…" Maggie sat down on Blaine's over side. "We know what Kurt is doing to you."

"Kurt is not abusing me." Blaine growled. "Have you seen him? He couldn't abuse a fly."

Maggie cocked her head pityingly. "Every kitten has their claws."

Blaine choked again. What was she talking about? Was this a dream? When had he taken off his shirt?

"We've seen the scratches Blaine." Maggie reached to stroke Blaine's cheek.

Blaine groaned loudly as Kurt dug his fingernails into Blaine's back, pulling him closer as Blaine thrust forward…

"Are you both insane?" Blaine asked, recoiling from Maggie's touch. "Those were… they are… I mean… they were… um… consensual."

Maggie bit her lip and looked at Will. He shrugged and looked at Blaine again.

"Kurt may have convinced you it was consensual Blaine. We're here to help you break the circle of abuse." Will gestured to the bite mark with his fingers.

Kurt whimpered underneath Blaine as Blaine pushed inside him. Burying his face in Blaine's damp neck, he sank his teeth into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine gasped: the sensation of Kurt's heat around him and Kurt's teeth on his shoulder, threatened to overwhelm his senses. He groaned…

"Also consensual." Blaine said, blushing angrily. "Please don't make me explain."

"Blaine." Will said quietly. "You don't have to explain yourself to us, we're here for you."

Blaine stood up. "Why does everyone keep trying to help me? I don't need your help okay? I don't need anyone."

"You do need someone, Blaine. You're sleeping in a fucking car!" Maggie said standing up to point a finger at Blaine. "You need us."

Blaine pulled on his shirt and shoved Maggie's hand away roughly. "I've never fucking needed you, Maggie."

Maggie took another step forward, as the anger boiled in Blaine's stomach. Without thinking, he shoved her backwards and she hit the floor with a thud, her head hitting the ground with a dull noise. Blaine stumbled backwards and looked down at his hands with horror.

"Maggie?" He said, sinking to his knees by her side.

Maggie lifted her head, spitting out blood onto the carpet. "What the fuck Blaine? You freak, I'm bleeding!"

Will sank down next to Blaine, and began to wipe the blood from Maggie's mouth. "You do need help Blaine."

Blaine looked down at the blood on his hand. He thought of the flick knife. He thought of Jake lying in that hospital, the way he had choked up blood as Blaine kicked at his stomach. His fists curled. Maybe he was dangerous. He didn't know what went through his head when he lashed out like this at people. What if he lashed out at Kurt? He imagined Kurt lying on that hospital bed… beaten and bruised all because Blaine hadn't been able to control himself.

"No." Blaine said softly. "No." He growled a little louder.

He turned and walked out the door.

Will grabbed his arm. "Blaine… please come back tonight… You can sleep here again."

Blaine nodded. He wasn't sure if he was nodding because he would come back, or if he was just nodding to make Will let him go.

11:10

Kurt. Look I'm sorry, okay? Please just call me so we can talk.

11:23

I don't see how many times I can apologize.

11:25

I need you, please, please just talk to me.

11:30

I was an idiot, I needed the money. I just I can't do this without you. Please.

11:35

Please.

11:40

It's not as if precious Blaine has never made mistakes. He ran out on you, he beat me up! You still talk to him. There's a lot you don't know about Blaine. His history. He's seriously fucked up. You know he has a criminal record right? They moved him from his old school because he nearly killed a kid by throwing him out the window of 5-story building.

11:45

Well whatever. Just please call me, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Kurt turned his mobile over and over in his hands. He'd been receiving texts like this from Jake all day. Sighing he turned his phone off and shoved it under his pillow. He didn't want to talk to Jake. But his words played on his mind. Did Blaine have a criminal record? He certainly showed his violent streak when he beat up Jake.

Getting up, Kurt grabbed his coat and walked outside. Maybe he just needed some air.

Burt was sat at the kitchen table, cup of tea in hand, paper in the other, when Blaine walked in.

"Blaine." Burt looked confused. "What are you doing here?"

"November the 11th." Blaine said, sitting down. "I was 13. On the front of my history book I had written my best friend Will's name and mine with a little smiley face… My dad saw it. He'd been drinking… I… I didn't even see the hit coming, but it got me in the side of my jaw and I fell off my chair… I was too shocked to do anything… that's the first time I remember him hitting me…"

Burt put his cup of tea down and stayed silent.

"It became a pattern, the days he wasn't working, he'd get drunk. He would tell me I was useless, an embarrassment to him, then he'd hit me… or shove me to the floor… my mother was too weak to do anything."

Silence.

"I… I knew he didn't love me anymore… He told me enough times… Suddenly I didn't have a father anymore; there was just this monster that lived in my house, which I was constantly terrified of. I liked the radio, the songs that played, I had a little toy dog who would… who would cuddle me… and I'd draw how I felt onto little pebbles and… Every now and again my mother would hold me close and I could feel like I was loved… even just a little…"

Burt watched Blaine's face intently.

"Then… Dr. Wilkes came and suddenly I wasn't allowed out the house anymore. They didn't let me see Will, he moved away. I… I missed him every day. Dr. Wilkes would come and tell me all the horrible things God was going to do to me, then he told me all the wonderful things that would happen if I liked girls. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. My father would shout at me through the night: there was no escape. I had nothing; no one… Th-then I met Maggie and I liked her a little so we started dating and… things got a little better… But I wasn't happy, I was fucking miserable."

He paused.

"I'm not going to sit here and be a big victim about it… but the truth is that I'm scared. Not of my father - that fucker can't touch me anymore and he knows it. But… but of myself." He took in a deep breath. "Sometimes I just see red and I lash out: I hit people; beat them up. I've almost killed two people now… I shoved Maggie and she hit her head and for an awful moment I thought I'd killed her. I just… I couldn't bear it if I hurt someone close to me… I couldn't bear it."

Burt knew Blaine was talking about Kurt. He didn't have to say it.

Blaine sat back in his chair. "Look I… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to dump all that on you."

"You're not your father, Blaine." Burt said.

"What?"

"You're not your father. You're stronger than he is; he was a coward and a bully. But you? You're different, I can see it… Kurt can see it." Burt folded his hands. "It's not going to be easy… but you're capable of being a good guy."

Tears began to fall over Blaine's cheeks and for the first time, he let himself cry. He let his head drop and his tears hit the table with little splashes. "I don't want to be scared anymore… I don't want to be scared anymore… Why didn't they stop him?" Blaine looked up at Burt. "Everyone around saw the bruises… my own mother watched him hit me and none of them… none of them tried to help…" Blaine slammed his fist down on the table. Anger was burning inside him once more.

Burt reached forward and grabbed Blaine's fisted hands. "You're free, Blaine. Let it go… he can't hurt you anymore… you're free Blaine, you're free."

Burt let Blaine cry for a little longer then stood up to get him a tissue.

They were silent for a while.

"Thank you." Blaine said finally.

"Anytime." Burt smiled.

"Can you give this to Kurt?" Blaine said, handing Burt a small folded up piece of paper. "Don't tell him it's from me."

Kurt looked down at the piece of paper in his hand.

12th of September.

What a day to fall in love.

12th of September

Kurt shoved his bag into his locker and turned to face the hallways of his new school. Dalton Academy. He took a deep breath. So far, so good. No one had shoved him into any lockers or ruined his hair by dumping a slushie on it. Smiling to himself he walked down the spiralling stairs that lead to the music room. He'd heard Dalton had its own show choir: The Warblers. Just as he set foot on the bottom step he looked up into the most golden hazel eyes he had ever seen, paired with: dark curly hair; soft looking red lips; and long dark, curling eyelashes.

"Hi." The beautiful creature extended his hand. "Blaine Anderson."

Kurt took his hand. It was soft… His handshake was firm enough to make Kurt feel a little weak at the knees.

"Hummel… Kurt… I mean… Kurt… is my name… Hummel is my last name… I don't know why I said it that way round." Kurt laughed nervously. "Who do I think I am? James Bond?"

Oh god. He was rambling. Had he really just said that?

Blaine smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Kurt… Hummel."

Oh the pleasure is all mine you gorgeous god of a man.

"Are you new?" Blaine asked, still smiling.

Kurt couldn't help but notice the way Blaine's eyes were raking over his skin, if he didn't know better he would have said he saw… hunger in those eyes. Kurt blushed. Was this guy gay?

"Yes… just transferred."

"Come on, I'll show you around." Blaine gestured to Kurt to follow him as he set off down the halls.

Kurt was rewarded with a perfect view of Blaine's ass. He grinned. Oh he loved this school already.

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