"HEY!"

Everyone whips their head around in alarm when they hear the booming yell travel through the camp. They all widen their eyes as they see a very angry Blaine almost running through the camp, as if on a mission. They decide to silently watch, not wanting to get in the way of his rant.

"Get over here, you bastard!" Blaine screams, breaking into a run over to where a frozen Finn stands.

Finn raises his hands in alarm and fright, backing away from Blaine. "Dude, calm down! What are you—AH!" Finn is cut off by the cracking sensation that is Blaine's fist colliding with his face.

"Did you put your hands on him?! HUH? Did you put your disgusting fucking grubby hands on my husband without his consent?!" Blaine clenches his fists by his sides as he seethes at the mouth, watching Finn's horrified expression. "Answer me!" He screams.

Finn doesn't know what to say. He's screwed, and he knows it. He regrets what he's done, and he knows he deserves this… But, honestly? He's been dreading what Blaine would do to him when he found out. Now the time is here, and he knows that despite Blaine's small size, his rage could be enough to seriously hurt him. He holds his cheek, trying to stop the pain in his face from the punch. "L-listen, du—Blaine," Finn carefully begins, keeping his hands up and trying to calm Blaine down, "we need to talk about this. W-we need to have a calm discuss—"

Finn is cut off, yet again, by the crunching sound of Blaine's fist hitting his jaw. He falls to the floor, taking a few moments to realize that Blaine has tackled him.

"I'M," punch, "GOING," punch, "TO," punch, "FUCKING," punch, "KILL YOU!" Blaine lands his punch on Finn's face for the fifth time in a row. Grabbing Finn's shirt collar, he pulls their faces close together, spitting out, "If you ever look at talk to him, look at him, or so much as THINK about him, I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of you again. If you ever TOUCH him like that again, or try to? I'm going to kill you."

Finn stares up into Finn's eyes, barely hanging on to consciousness. Blaine watches as his eyes finally roll back into his head, his body going limp. At that moment, Blaine finally snaps back into reality. He hears screaming. He instantly recognizes it as Kurt.

"Blaine! Oh my God, you killed him! Blaine, he could be dead!" Kurt screams hysterically from behind him. "Why didn't you stop?! Why the hell didn't you stop when I told you to?!" He practically sobs his words out.

Blaine feels strong arms grabbing him from behind. They're pulling him off Finn, and dragging him away. "What the hell, man?! What the fuck did you just do!" the voice from behind him yells in his ear. He recognizes it as Puck's.

"He… Kurt…" Blaine breathes out, tiredly. "I'll kill him…"

Puck turns Blaine's body around to face him, shaking him violently. "Dude, snap out of it! This isn't fixing anything; Finn's seriously fucking hurt right now!"

"Puck! Puck, let him go, he's in shock!" Kurt yells, grabbing at Puck's arms. "Please, let me take him back to the tent, he needs to rest. You guys need to help Finn."

Puck hesitantly lets go of Blaine, backing off. He turns his attention back to Finn, who is still lying on the floor in his own blood, surrounded by all the girls. They were panicking, especially Rachel, who was completely sobbing. He makes his way over to them, making them back off a bit so he can get a good look at Finn.

"Blaine?" Kurt asks, quickly running up to him and grabbing his arm to make sure he doesn't fall over. "Let's go to the tent, okay? W-we can't stay out here." He wipes away the fresh tears from his cheeks.

Grunting in reply, Blaine nods his head.

Kurt takes this opportunity to pull Blaine back over to where their tent is situated. He gently pushes Blaine inside, and follows. Closing the tent flap behind them, Kurt turns around to find Blaine sitting himself onto the floor.

"I'm so…" Blaine begins after a brief moment. "Come… Come here, Kurt." He lifts his arm towards Kurt, silently telling him to take his hand. Kurt does just this and sits down onto the floor next to Blaine, being quick to nestle himself into Blaine's side. Blaine wraps his strong arms around him, pulling him close and kissing his hair. "I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm so, so sorry," he breathes out against his head.

Kurt sniffles in response, letting out a short sob into Blaine's shirt and clinging tight.

"Oh, baby… I'm sorry for everything," Blaine says into Kurt's hair, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't prevent this, I'm sorry that he did that to you, I'm sorry I reacted so harshly. God, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Kurt whispers out against Blaine's shoulder.

Sighing, Blaine answers, "I can't help but feel guilty, no matter if it was my fault or not. I could have done something. I'm supposed to protect you in any way I can, as your husband. I feel like I failed… And I'm so sorry for that."

Kurt lifts his face from Blaine's shoulder, staring into his now wet eyes. "Stop apologizing. There's nothing you could have done. Thank you for defending me, by the way. Even if you got a little carried away… I appreciate it."

Leaning in, Blaine gently places a kiss to the tip of Kurt's nose. "I'll do anything for you, Kurt. Anything at all. I'm so sorry for what he did to you. It's… It was awful. I promise you, he'll never do it again." He runs his hand soothingly across Kurt's back, smiling gently down at his husband. "I love you, Kurt. I told you I'd never let anyone hurt you. You have to tell me things like that the moment they happen, alright? Don't keep it to yourself, it'll hurt you."

Nodding, Kurt sniffles and leans his head into Blaine's shoulder once again. Blaine soothingly runs his hand across Kurt's back, letting him cry into his shirt.

~*~xo~*~

By night, Puck is popping his head into Blaine and Kurt's tent. They're lying on the floor, entangled in one another. "Hey, dudes?"

Blaine pokes his head up to look at Puck. He whispers out, "Sh. Kurt's asleep. What do you want?"

"I, uh… Was wondering if you guys were gonna join us at the campfire tonight. Finn's alright… He's just a little beat up. Or a lot beat up... Rachel's with him in his tent right now."

Blaine almost grimaces in disgust at the sound of Finn's name. "I think we'll skip tonight. Thank you, though."

Puck nods. "Alright, man." He almost pulls his head out of the tent, before he seems to decide something and stays put. "Can I ask you why you did it? I know you must have your reasons and everything, but… Finn's my friend, you know? I have to know what he did to piss you off so much."

"Yeah," Blaine sighs, glancing down at Kurt's sleeping form. "I guess you have the right to know." Pausing for a moment, he finally says, "Finn sexually assaulted Kurt."

Puck's eyes nearly fall out of his head at this. "Finn? Wait, are you serious? Since when is he gay?"

Blaine shrugs, leaning his head onto Kurt's gently. "I don't know," he murmurs, "apparently Finn's had feelings for Kurt, and Kurt didn't reciprocate them. So he forced them onto him against his will." Blaine sounds disgusted at the words as he says them.

"Jesus," Puck breathes out, running his hand through his Mohawk. "I would have never guessed. That… That's awful. I can't believe he would do that to Kurt. I'll try to talk to him, okay?"

Blaine nods. "Yeah. And I'm sorry that I went overboard on him. I was just so… mad. I still am, obviously, but I pretty much lost myself in the moment."

"No, it's cool. I would have done the same thing. Finn's kind of an idiot, so I guess he had it coming."

"He really did."

"Yeah… Uh, cool, so I'm gonna go. I have to make sure everyone's okay back at the campfire. I'll see you tomorrow, Blaine."

"Night, Puck," Blaine says as Puck slips out of the tent. He looks back down to Kurt. He looks so beautiful and peaceful when he sleeps. With his mouth parted slightly open, his eyes closed so gently, and his steady breathing causing his chest to slowly rise and fall. He places a soft kiss to Kurt's forehead, pulling the blankets up farther onto their bodies so they're covered completely.

Resting his head onto the pillow, Blaine closes his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.