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Just to clarify, NO, Blaine's story is NOT real. Parts ARE taken from aspects of my life and people I know and put together or exaggerated for Blaine's story, though none of the attacks that happened to people I know in real life had anything to do with sexuality/homophobia. But as many of you pointed out in your reviews, what happened to Blaine COULD be true and sadly for some people it is.

Chapter 14

He didn't return to his dorm room that night. He ended up staying in Blaine's bed, the two of them wrapped up together and the quilt covers tangled around their feet. The shorter curly-haired male had been plagued by nightmares throughout the night and Kurt had tearfully done his best to comfort him. He wished more than anything that he could magically take the pain away but he knew such a thing was not possible. As he held Blaine through the night, Kurt's heart was filled with pain over what his friend had been subjected to and his veins burst with anger at the people who had put him through such a harrowing ordeal. If Kurt only had the means and the power, he'd have avenged Blaine and every gay teen that had ever undergone a vicious homophobic attack with a snap of his fingers.

Seeing Blaine so tormented while trapped in the realms of nightmare, Kurt's heart truly broke for him. He had of course heard stories on the news about attacks similar to Blaine. While each news story had been haunting and caused a shiver to run up the length of Kurt's spine, hearing such a thing from someone he knew, someone he loved, was far more distressing than he could previously have imagined. In a way, it made the true extent of homophobia and hate crime seem much more real to him. He'd always been aware of it, experienced a little of it himself, but hearing about what happened to Blaine just cemented how hateful and inhuman people could be.

It was the subject of horror stories and nightmares, but it didn't just exist in written word or in the troubled mind. It was real, these things happened and they'd happened to Blaine.

In the morning light, Kurt lazily ran his fingers through Blaine's mussed up curls. The shorter boy was still asleep, his head resting on Kurt's chest and his arms wound tight around him. Tear tracks had dried up on his skin and he looked younger than he was, yet Kurt was sure if Blaine opened his eyes that those irises would reflect a much older soul.

As he watched Blaine sleeping, not having the heart to wake him despite the fact he should have started his morning skin-care routine ten minutes ago, Kurt's thoughts turned to Wes and David. The two didn't know about Blaine's sexual abuse, but they knew about the severity of his bullying. Kurt wondered if knowing what had happened to Blaine at his old school was the reason behind Wes' reluctance to accept what feelings he might have for David. Once again Kurt found himself wishing he could seek vengeance upon every person who had hurt Blaine so terribly. Worst of all was that Blaine's once best friend had been the leader in all of the bullying. Kurt shuddered at the thought of Mercedes ever turning on him like that.

Feeling Blaine stir in his arms, Kurt's eyes zoomed in on his face watching him carefully. A small moan left Blaine's now parted lips, the sound tugging on Kurt's heartstrings. Still asleep, Blaine shifted closer, burying his nose into the crook of Kurt's neck. The sensation of Blaine breathing onto Kurt's skin was ticklish but Kurt managed to contain his laughter.

He continued to pet Blaine's hair, finding it a little strange to be the one taking care of Blaine. Back when they'd first met, Blaine had acted every part the guardian angel, offering Blaine his words of wisdom, holding his hand, speaking to him of courage and comforting him over the Karofsky confrontation when he felt he had no-one else to turn to. During his first few weeks at Dalton, Blaine had very much been his support unit. He couldn't imagine how life would be had he not met the wonderful person currently lying in his arms. Now here he was and this time Kurt was acting as the support system. He only hoped he could help Blaine find the strength, courage and self-appreciation that Blaine had helped Kurt to see in himself.

The shorter boy shifted again before bashing his head on the wall. Kurt winced in sympathy as Blaine's eyes fluttered open and he grimaced in pain. Rubbing the sore spot on his head, Blaine moved into a sitting position before peering shyly at Kurt, both boys suddenly very conscious of their morning breath.

"Morning, beautiful." Blaine said sleepily.

"Good morning, handsome." Kurt replied sitting up himself and stretching his arms up above his head, his shirt riding up a little. "How you feeling?"

"Like hell." Blaine admitted. "You probably shouldn't look at me right now." He said shielding his face from view with his hands.

"Don't be silly." Kurt laughed pulling his hands away. "Besides, I'm not looking my normal fabulous self either. I missed my moisturizing routine last night and I'm missing it this morning. My clothes are wrinkled, my breath is foul and I can't even bring myself to inspect the state of my hair."

"Trust me, the dishevelled look suits you." Blaine told him. "You um… you didn't have to stay all night, you know. You could have left, I'd have understood."

"Nothing could have made me leave you last night." Kurt answered seriously. "But," He added looking to the clock. "I should probably get going now. I still have almost forty minutes in which to make myself look presentable and I know I'll have to wake Jake up."

"Of course." Blaine nodded. "Um… I'll meet you for breakfast?" He asked.

"Totally." Kurt smiled. He wanted to lean forward and kiss Blaine but they had yet to discuss and define their relationship and he wasn't sure if it would be acceptable. Deciding his breath probably smelled too bad to try for a kiss anyway, Kurt settled for a hug before collecting his shoes and leaving the room.

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He crept quietly into his dorm room, and as he suspected, Jake was still dreaming away, spread out on his front in a star shape on his bed. With a wicked grin forming on his lips, Kurt tiptoed to the bathroom and filled a cup with cold water. He slithered back to the main bedroom and lightly lifted up the hem of Jake's sleeping shirt then poured the cold water over his back. He laughed in amusement at Jake's undignified yelp as he flailed his body and toppled off the bed.

"You bitch!" Jake yelled as he glared up at Kurt. "Why would you do that?"

"Sorry, couldn't help it." Kurt sniggered as he forced his expression into one of innocent amusement.

"I'm so gonna get you back for that." Jake warned tugging his pyjama top off.

Kurt only laughed a little more before heading to the bathroom to clean up and then changing into a fresh uniform and tending to his hair.

"So, how's lover boy?" Jake asked as he joined Kurt at the bathroom sink. "You two official yet?"

"Not yet." Kurt answered.

"But you spent the night with him." Blaine said.

"So?" Kurt quirked an eyebrow.

"So I just figured you and he… you know." Jake winked as he stood behind Kurt and pretended he was fucking him up the ass.

"Not everything is about sex, Jake." Kurt said pointedly.

"Only virgins say that." Jake retorted pinching Kurt's cheek. "So my little Kurtie's still a virgin then."

"For now." Kurt replied. "But suddenly I find myself planning to do the nasty in your bed just to annoy you."

"Nah, that'd be fair actually." Jake shrugged. "I nailed a girl in your bed last time you went back home so it'd make us even."

"You're disgusting." Kurt snapped punching Jake on the shoulder knowing the other teen was probably being truthful.

"How sweet of you to notice." Jake remarked.

With a roll of his eyes, Kurt left Jake to continue getting ready and opened the door to find Blaine walking down the corridor. He waited for him and looked fleetingly to Blaine's hands, desperately wanting to hold one in his own but still not sure what their status was. Instead he smiled warmly at his curly-haired companion before leading the way down to the breakfast hall, their arms lightly brushing together as they walked side by side.

It was another warm day and most of the Dalton boys were only wearing their shirts, many of them with the sleeves rolled up. Once again however, Blaine was fully covered by his Dalton navy blue blazer. Kurt eyed the clothing item sadly now that he knew there was scarring hidden beneath the material. He still felt a need to physically see Blaine's scars but breakfast was not the time to bring it up. Blaine had had a rough night, the least Kurt could do was try and ensure he had a pleasant morning before dragging up dark memories again.

To Be Continued

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