(A/N: 1) I know I kind of left you guys hanging, and after this chapter you all are going to absolutely HATE me, but I've had this part planned out since forever – this is the really big part! Blaine's going to be figuring everything out and a confrontation (or two) is going to take place. Hopefully you'll enjoy it because it left me with wanting to rip my hair out with frustration trying to write it out so perfectly for my perfect readers.

I also want to give a giant shout out to HarmonyLover. You are the sweetest, love! Your reviews make me smile and it's just so nice knowing that someone cares (and actually reads my long-winded Author's Notes).

Also a big thank you to the wonderful msdarque. Once again you've proven to be the most wonderful reviewer in the world – a review for every single chapter? It makes my heart flutter! So thank you thank you thank you.

Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots…. Of love.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy & Co. denied my wish for partial custody of Glee. Damn it.

Warnings: Klangst, Dark Themes, Rape, Language, M/M in later chapters.

My Only Sunshine

Chapter 14

Kurt Hummel was strong. Kurt Hummel was smart. Talented. Funny. Determined. He was sure of who he was and so secured in the fact that he was going someplace someday no matter what the cost was. Kurt was the epitome of an underdog, of the engine who could. At least, the Kurt Hummel that Blaine knew was.

But Blaine didn't know this new Kurt Hummel. This cold, broken (no matter how he defiantly fought against it), shell of the man he used to be. But it wasn't just something that could occur to people. There's a moment, an occurrence in somebodies life that turns them that way. Seeing as Blaine hadn't been in Kurt's life for so long, he had no idea what that was.

He just knew that it had to be bad. Really bad.

Blaine had done some growing up over the years, and had come to realize that one couldn't simply hope for answers to fall directly into your lap. You had to go searching for them. So that's why when Kurt left abruptly after telling Blaine who he'd cheated on him with at that party, Blaine knew he wouldn't be getting answers from that source.

But there had been other people at the party that night.

There had been other people involved in whatever had happened that caused Kurt to leave – Blaine just had to know what had happened that night.

So Blaine dialed the number and when he answered, Blaine started to ask questions.

It had been a long day.

There had been an early morning photo shoot that had Kurt waking up at 5, and then interview after interview with magazines and gossip shows. He'd gotten the role for the last movie he'd auditioned for so there were fittings and getting to know the rest of the cast, and so so much more. He'd only been able to leave the studio at midnight and now was currently walking back from the park – trying to get some fresh air to clear his head.

He didn't want to go to sleep, because his dreams were sometimes worse than reality. In other cases they were so much better and he hated life when he woke up.

So he'd settled for asking the cabbie to drop him off at the park a block away from his building, hoping that the crisp night air would get that sinking, and desperate feeling out of his stomach.

It being after midnight, Kurt didn't think that there would be anyone out. Being a celebrity made him wonder around at the oddest times in order to never be seen, and maybe it was just the constant paranoia of being stalked by paparazzi, but he could have sworn he heard footsteps now that he was on concrete.

He thought about turning around to check, but didn't want to end up making awkward eye-contact with a homeless person that just happened to be traveling behind him. So he continued on his journey with his head down, watching his feet as he walked the desolate sidewalk.

When the footsteps started to go faster, his heart began to pump in his chest – something didn't feel right. Something was wrong.

The footsteps began thudding behind him, a panting, wheezing noise following along. His heart thumped like a rabbits, his breath getting caught in his throat. The steps were right behind him, in just a second they would be right on top of him.

A jogger passed, his music blaring from the ear buds stuffed into his ears as he dodged around Kurt.

Eventually Kurt stopped, letting his pounding heart calm down just a little bit more. He was on edge, more so than he usually was. Yes, it had been a horribly long week that just seemed to be getting worse, but he always managed to get through it. This was different, he felt like someone was watching him – someone getting ready to attack. Different than the usual stares and reporters he felt watch him. This was threatening.

Eventually Kurt continued on his way, shoving his hands deeply into his jacket and putting his head back down. It wasn't that much further to his apartment – he'd be fine.

Before he knew what was going on, he was being pulled into a dark alleyway, slammed back into the hard brick wall as his head spun sickeningly.

"Well look who it is."

Kurt fought, digging his nails into whatever skin his could find – when he made contact on the face, he swore loudly and then slammed Kurt back into the wall, making Kurt lose his breath.

"Do that again, you little whore, and I'll fucking slit your throat."

"And why haven't you already? You're not . . . You're not going to do that to me again, Sebastian. I'd kill myself before you could." His breath was weezy, his chest aching.

"Don't act like you didn't like it, baby." Kurt felt his stomach roil in disgust and fear as he scrambled to get away. "But I'm guessing you're such a disease ridden carcass now-a-days that it wouldn't be worth my time."

It was ridiculous that the sentence gave him relief.

"Then what do you want with me." Kurt wouldn't let himself cry. He couldn't, not again.

"Because I said that if you ever told anyone, I'd fucking kill you."

Bile rose in Kurt's throat and if it weren't for the harsh forearms pressing into his chest he would have tumbled over. No. No. He wouldn't . . . He couldn't have . . .

"What did you do to him?"

Sebastian's laugh was cold, "Nothing yet. I got a phone call the other day demanding to know what had happened at that party. I had to spill our little secret, baby. But apparently you'd already done that for me."

"Don't. Touch. Him." Kurt lifted his chin to glare at the sharp eyes staring back at him.

"The second your body is cold, I'm going to go to where he's staying and fuck him senseless and he's going to fucking love it."

Kurt kicked out a leg, managing a blow to Sebastian's chest but not before he had pulled out the switchblade that had been previously hidden in his coat pocket.

At first Kurt didn't even know what had happened. There was no feeling, but as Sebastian backed up with an evil smile on his cruel lips, Kurt looked down and could feel the sticky warmth on his fingers. There was a dull throb, increasing and building until it was a cold and unrelenting slicing pain. He began to shake, his knees giving away, and the last thing he saw before he was swathed in unconsciousness was the twinkle of stars overhead.

Coraline wasn't a mother. That was very obvious and probably wouldn't hold any amount of truth for a few more years – despite Camden's pressing. But having practically raised Blaine by herself, she had those maternal instincts just like any mother would. She was naturally protective over her family, like any good sister was, and hated seeing so much as a scratch on any of them.

Coraline also wasn't stupid. When Blaine and Kurt had laid eyes on each other again back in January, Coraline knew just who Kurt Hummel was to Blaine, and knowing how much joy he had brought to her brother, she decided to ignore it for favor of them working something out and getting back together.

For a while she had thought it was working, and then Kurt had begun to ignore her and she knew that nothing was going to work.

She'd gotten the story out of Blaine soon enough, finding out that Kurt had apparently cheated on Blaine before he left. But Coraline had a few more years on both of them and knew that something was wrong. She was a good judge of character, and Kurt was just too good to do something like that – too closed off for the only mishap in his life after Blaine to be cheating on his high school boyfriend and leaving town.

There was nothing that she could do but wait, worry, and become more and more depressed over the fact that her best friend was ignoring her. Coraline knew that Kurt didn't have many friends and knew that he was going through a harsh time; he needed someone to talk to that didn't work for him.

But when Kurt had managed to go for an entire month of avoiding her, she knew that it was a lost cause. To Coraline, Kurt was already in her family. She would do anything to protect him, and she had always thought he knew that – that she cared for him just the way that she cared for Blaine; even if they could both be insufferable idiots at times.

The phone call came late, or rather really early. She and Camden had gone to bed a few hours previous and she was sleeping soundly when her cell phone began to ring and buzz.

"Hello?" She muttered, not bothering to try and decipher if she knew the number or not.

"Is this Coraline Gallagher?"

"Yes?"

"This is St. Luke's. We had a patient come in today and you're on the list of contacts when no other family can be immediately available."

It was taking too long for Coraline's tired brain to catch up. "Is it Blaine? What happened?"

"Um . . . No. Kurt Hummel was admitted around half an hour ago. We'd like you to come down and be available until his biological family can come in."

"What happened?" Coraline had gotten out of bed, her heart thrumming fast as she pulled on a shirt and sweats. Camden had woken up by now, watching her with confused tired eyes. She threw clothes at him as well that he slowly and unsurely began to pull on.

"I can't tell you that over the phone, Ms. Gallagher. You'll have to come down. We'll see you shortly."

Coraline hung up the phone, not bothering with pleasantries as she raced about the room – pulling her hair up into a ponytail and grabbing her still half-asleep husband from the bed.

"I need you to go downstairs and get the car ready while I get Blaine."

"But what –"

"Just go Camden!" Coraline didn't give him any time to respond before she fled up the stairs, throwing open the door and immediately grabbing the first pieces of clothing she could find.

Blaine was sitting up in bed, rubbing at his droopy eyes. "S'going on?"

"Get dressed. Come on, come on. We have to hurry."

He changed with his eyes still partially closed; too tired to be embarrassed by his sister still in the room making sure he didn't fall asleep. When he finished Coraline grabbed his arm roughly and they quickly left the house, Coraline having to drag her brother to the car.

When they were on the road and the boys were finally awake, Camden asked what was going on.

"Kurt's in the hospital."

"What? What happened? Is he alright?" Blaine leaned forward in his seat, craning his neck to look at Coraline with wide hazel eyes so similar to her own.

"I don't know, we'll just have to wait and see."

Camden sped up, passing a single silver car speeding in the opposite direction.

"It's a stab wound and a concussion. We're doing a blood transplant and then monitoring how it goes. He'd still in surgery right now so you'll have to wait, but we'll let you know when he's moved to the ICU unit."

Coraline sighed and nodded, thanking the doctor before moving back to sit with Camden and Blaine. She relayed the information to them shakily, her throat closing with clogged tears.

"A stab wound? He was fucking stabbed?" Camden hissed, his eyes on fire and his usually calm and jovial face becoming angrier and angrier by the second. Blaine just looked sick.

Coraline held her head in her hands, finally letting the tears fall down onto her cheeks as she let out sorrow for the strongest boy she knew.

(A/N: 2) Please for the love of Klaine put down the torches and scalding coffee's! I know you want to hurt me for ending it here, hell, I would want to hurt me for ending it here. I just want the next chapter and this chapter to be separated and since I will be getting busy I wanted to make sure I got it out here quickly.

So Sebastian the motherfucking evil strikes again – surprise, surprise. Interesting turn of events, yeah?

To keep you interested I'll let you in on what next chapter has in store: *May contain spoilers for next chapter*.

Papa Burt love.

Brother Finn love.

Some Klaine (of course).

And SECRETS ARE ABOUT TO BE REVEALED.

I hope that's enough to keep you interested in me for just a little bit longer.

So who really really loves Coraline? I do, I just think she's evolved from this bubbly character to someone really solid and strong – she's going to be really important to Kurt and Blaine's relationship later!

Until next time then, my loved ones.

-Melanie M.-