Chapter 12:
The next day at school, Kurt couldn't bring himself to tell Blaine he had fallen down the stairs. Even if he had, Blaine never would have believed him.
The second Blaine saw him, he pulled Kurt into an empty classroom. Kurt thought he was going to say something, ask him what had happened or chastise him for not saying anything about Finn.
But Blaine didn't say anything. He just burst into tears.
"Hey, don't cry..." Kurt said nervously. He stepped toward him, and awkwardly patted him on the shoulder. All Kurt wanted was to comfort Blaine, comfort him like any friend would...but when it came down to do, there was only one way he knew how to comfort anymore. Before he even registered what he was doing he had pressed his lips closely against Blaine's. Blaine put his arms around him, kissing him back softly. After a moment, he pulled his head back bitterly.
"I'm sorry, Kurt." He said, trying to wipe away his tears.
"For what?" Kurt asked, keeping his body close to Blaine's.
"For doing that to you..." Blaine said, gesturing to the large bruise on Kurt's pale face.
"You didn't do this to me, Blaine. Finn did..." Kurt said softly.
Blaine bit his lip and looked as though he was about to cry again. "I let him do it to you. I left you alone with him. I knew what he'd done to you and I just left you with that...that rapist."
Kurt drew away from Blaine. "He's not a rapist. Why do people keep saying that!"
Blaine looked at Kurt like he was insane. "Of course he is, Kurt...he...he raped you."
"He didn't rape me. Why does no one believe me?" Kurt cried. "I keep telling you, I wanted it."
Blaine stared at him sadly. "Did you really, Kurt? Did you really want it. I want you to think about it hard. Think about it and tell me the truth. Did you want it? I'm not asking if you let him do it, I'm asking if you wanted it."
He looked into Blaine's eyes. He was about to tell him that yes, of course he had wanted it...but something inside him couldn't do it. He said nothing, and Blaine continued, stepping back towards Kurt as he did.
"Remember what you told me when I went to your house? That 'let' wasn't really a thing with Finn? Think about all the times you were too tired, or sore or not in the mood. Did you want it then, too?"
Kurt covered his ears with his hands. He didn't need to hear this right now. He wanted everyone to leave him alone, to stop saying he had been raped. He had not been raped. They needed to stop telling him he had been. But Blaine didn't stop speaking.
"What about whatever he did to you to make those bruises on your back? Did you want that?"
"It doesn't matter!" Kurt screeched, unable to take it anymore. "It doesn't matter if I didn't want it then. I wanted it other times, I let him do what he wanted to me because I wanted to see what would happen. Because I liked the attention and the thought that Finn Hudson, the big straight jock wanted me. That's what I wanted. So of course he thought he could do what he wanted, I never protested until it was too late."
"It matters, Kurt. Just because you said OK to one thing does not give him the rights to your body." Blaine said. He reached forward to take Kurt's hand and Kurt jerked away. Blaine swallowed, ignoring the hurt. "No one has the right to touch you unless you say it's ok."
Kurt could feel tears come to his eyes now and he tried to blink them away. "I don't know what's ok anymore."
Blaine leaned towards him slightly. "I'll help you." He lifted his hand up to Kurt's lips, and traced his thumb over his lower lip before putting his mouth softly on Kurt's, and moving his hand to the back of Kurt's head, holding him closely. Tears were running down his face now, and he knew it was because he felt something behind Blaine's kiss that had never been there with Finn; love.
Still holding him tightly in his arms, Blaine took his lips away from Kurt's, keeping them just far enough away to speak. "Was that ok?"
Lunch time at Mckinley was not the same time as it was at Dalton, which meant that Blaine had to skip third period in order to go there. In all the years he'd been at Dalton, he had never cut a single class for anything less than illness or a family emergency.
But he was cutting for Kurt Hummel. He was skipping because enough was enough. Finn had beat Kurt down into a shadow of the boy he used to be and Blaine wasn't going to let him get away with it anymore. Kurt wouldn't say anything, and Blaine wouldn't make him. But he would do something. He couldn't just sit back and watch anymore.
He barged into the school, ignoring the looks the students were giving his Dalton uniform. He went up to a girl in a cheerleading uniform. "Do you know where Finn Hudson is?" He asked, trying to keep his voice even.
The cheerleader had dark skin and hair, and surveyed him with a suspicious look. "Do I know you?" She sneered.
"No, why would you? Where's Finn." He repeated.
"I know someone who goes to that school, Dalton." She said, eyeing his blazer.
"You do? Who?" Blaine asked, surprised.
"Kurt Hummel, he was in glee with me." She said.
Blaine looked the girl over again. Kurt had told him a few times about the members of his former glee club. He knew there were 3 cheerleaders in the club, and if two of them were blond than this must be…
"...Santana?" Blaine asked, unsure if that had been her name. The girl nodded.
"Yeah, how'd you know." She asked, her eyes narrowed.
"I know Kurt...that's sort of why I'm here." He said quietly. "Where's Finn?" He asked again, annoyed he had let himself get distracted.
Santana thought for a minute. "Probably in the locker room. He's been spending all his lunches in there since Puckleberry happened for reals."
Blaine blinked. "What the fuck is a Puckleberry?"
"It's the name of Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman, as a unit." She said.
"You guys have ship names for couples at your own school?" What the hell kind of a place was this?" Santanna shrugged.
"People change who they're shacking up with a lot here. It's a real time saver. Instead of explaining that Rachel cheated on Finn and Finn dumped her hobbit ass, only to have her instantly rebound with the boy she cheated with in the first place, you just say 'Finchel is done, and Puckleberry is a go'."
Blaine thought over what she just said. "When did Rachel uh..switch from Finchel to Puckleberry?"
She shrugged again. "Like two months ago? Finn's been Mister. Sad-Clown ever since."
He nodded. "Where's the locker room?" He asked.
"Down the hall and to the left...is Kurt alright?" She asked, finally realizing how odd it was for him to be there. Blaine hardly heard her, he was already running down the hall towards the boys locker room.
Once inside, he looked around the row of lockers and found Finn Hudson sitting slumped over on a bench. He heard Blaine coming, and looked up.
Until this moment, Blaine hadn't actually had a real plan formed as to what he was going to do. However, he had had a vague outline involving yelling, screaming, threatening and if it came to it, punching. Blaine was not the type of person who believed in using violence to solve problems...but then again, he was not the type of person who believed in ditching classes, either.
Blaine had entered the locker room expecting to see the violent, angry monster he had seen in Kurt's bedroom their other day. He had expected to look into Finn's eyes and find hate and malice. What he hand't expected was the crumpled, pathetic boy sitting infront of him on the bench. He looked into Finn's eyes and saw sorrow and regret.
For the moment, all thoughts of violence went out the window.
"I..I really hurt him...didn't I..." Finn said. His voice was weak and deflated.
Blaine shifted uncomfortably on his feet."Yeah, Finn you did."
Finn's eyes filled with tears and his face crumpled. "I-I didn't mean to...I didn't want to..." He stuttered, choking on what he was trying to say. He put his face in his hands and the tears flowed over his face. "But at the same time...you know, I think I did. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to use him and make him suffer like me. Because he would let me. Because I could."
He looked up and Blaine almost felt bad for him, before he remembered.
"Finn, you need help." Blaine said nervously. He wasn't prepared for something like this, but Finn was obviously sick, he knew that.
Finn snorted. "Help? How could I get help?"
Blaine sat down next to him. "I don't know...doctors and stuff...medication..."
Finn shook his head. "They can't help me. I'm too fucked up for that shit." He turned and looked at Blaine darkly, and Blaine felt shivers run down his spine. "Besides," he said, his voice empty and hollow, "I don't deserve it."