A/N: I was totally planning on uploading this last night, but I came home from work, fell asleep on the couch at 5 pm. Woke up at 8 pm and moved to my bed, and slept all through the night. So tired!

I've got a new beta! Everyone, say hi to Lauren! Yey!

Enjoy this chapter!

Kurt woke up and cuddled up close to Blaine. He watched Blaine sleep for a while. He could tell by the way he was breathing that he wasn't about to wake up soon. He got up from bed and put on his running shoes and clothes. He hadn't run since they got here and his body was longing for some exercise.

He was back in the house 45 minutes later, sweaty but he enjoyed it. Blaine hadn't moved from the position he'd been in when Kurt had left him. Kurt leaned in and kissed him lightly on his forehead before heading to the shower.

He made breakfast and ate it at the table. He set up his laptop and with the help of his iPhone he could connect to Internet and he stated reading about social workers and the laws they were supposed to follow.

He was deeply engrossed by the reading that he didn't notice Blaine coming downstairs and making breakfast. Kurt jumped when Blaine pressed a kiss on his head. The jump was so high that he smashed into Blaine's chin. Blaine cried out in pain and surprise.

"Oh my god, Blaine! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"Ouch, yeah, I think so."

Kurt stood up and hugged Blaine close.

"I'm so sorry love."

"It's okay." Blaine said and hugged him back. "Good morning."

"Good morning hon. Sleep well?"

"Mmmhmmm. You?"

"Yes, I did."

"When did you wake up?" Blaine asked as he sat down opposite to Kurt.

"Around 8. I went for a run and then had breakfast."

"Have you sat here since what? 9?"

"Yes? Why? What time is it?"

"It's a little over noon."

"Oh! Well, I started doing some research and it was so interesting."

"Care to share?" Blaine asked before taking a big bite of his toast.

Kurt watched him. Of course he wanted to tell Blaine what he read, but he didn't know how he would react if he found out he could have seen saved a lot sooner, if the social workers just had done their job.

"Well, I was looking up schools for next year." It wasn't a lie, he had stopped reading about laws when he had gotten too mad to keep reading and instead googled what he, Kurt, could do to make a difference in someone's life, someone like Blaine. He had gone from there to read about the education to become a social worker.

"What? Your path is already clear, isn't it? Nyada and then Broadway?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt shrugged. He thought about it before answering.

"Well, maybe it's not as clear as I thought."

"What? Why not?" Blaine looked at him.

"I don't know. I know that's all I've been talking about for a long time, maybe my whole life, but recently I've been re-thinking it. Maybe I should do something else with my life."

"Something else like what? You have a talent that few people have Kurt."

"Yes, but there might be other things more important to put my energy and time towards. I don't know, Blaine... It's just thoughts right now."

"But, wait, I don't understand. Please explain it to me. What other things?"

"Meeting you, hearing your story, have changed me, Blaine. I know I've got talent and I don't doubt for a minute that I'd fit in Nyada and then Broadway, but it suddenly feels so... Shallow..." Kurt silenced and watched Blaine.

"I don't want you to change who you are because of what I tell you." Blaine said after a short silence.

"Well, that's going to happen no matter what. I change with every conversation I have. That's life, isn't it - changing, growing. That's how life is supposed to be. This is something good, Blaine. I've had the same dream since kindergarten; it might be time to start re-thinking it."

"Okay..." Blaine didn't seem convinced, but he didn't argue.

"Blaine, I'm fine. It's fine." Kurt reached over the table and gave Blaine's hands a squeeze.

"It's just... I like your old self."

"Yeah, me too, but if I'm the same Kurt when I'm 75 that I'm right now, that wouldn't be right. Growing and evolving are important for me."

Blaine looked at Kurt but didn't say anything.

"What if you grow and I don't?"

"But, honey, you're in therapy, you're growing so much. You don't have to worry about that."

"What if we grow in different directions then?"

"Look, Blainey, I love you. I want to stay with you forever. I really believe we can be together forever, otherwise I wouldn't be engaged to you. But there will be times when we are drawn to different directions in our lives. I think we have to be prepared for that. But, I really don't think it will be too much for us. We will be able to stay together through that. But we need to be aware of that. We won't have the same dreams forever Blaine. And that needs to be okay."

"Yeah..." Blaine said but looked down.

Kurt moved around the table and sat down on Blaine's lap.

"Blaine? This is something you need to work on; you need to speak to me about what's going on inside your head."

"I'm scared." Blaine whispered without looking up.

"Of what?"

"Of losing you."

"You will never loose me honey. Never."

"But that is what it sounds like you are saying." Blaine said, now looking up at Kurt.

"That's not what I mean to say though. I just... The thing is Blaine, we are really young, and we have a lot of time on front of us. I'm so happy about that. But, for us to be together forever, we have to work on it. It won't happen with us not working on it."

"But... Don't you want to be with me?" Blaine said, looking down again.

"Yes! Blaine! Yes! Forever and ever. A lifetime with you isn't enough, but let's start with forever."

"Really Kurt? Really? Quoting Twilight?"

"Yeah, you know I love it."

"I love you." Blaine said.

"I love you too sweets, more than anything." Kurt said and leaned in and kissed Blaine.

Blaine met him and they kissed. Their tongues met in a slow dance. Kurt felt Blaine becoming hard under him. Blaine grinded up his hips to create some friction and Kurt pressed down on him. Blaine let his hand slip under Kurt's hem and squeezed his butt. Kurt moaned and threw his head backwards. Blaine took advantage of that and started licking, kissing, sucking on his neck.

"Blaine? Kurt?" Kristen's voice didn't reach them until she was standing in their doorway, watching them.

"Blaine! Kurt!" She repeated louder.

The two horny teens both jumped at her voice. Kurt managed to jump off Blaine's lap and land on the floor. Kristen giggled at the sight of them.

"Sorry to interrupt, I knocked and when you didn't open I assumed you still were sleeping."

"Mmmhmmm..." Kurt mumbled while getting on his feet again.

"We were heading to Cincinnati and wanted to know if you wanted to join us?"

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other.

"Sure, why not?" Blaine said.

"Yeah, the mood is gone now anyway." Kurt mumbled under his breath.

"Sorry, what was that?" Kristen asked him with a huge grin.

"Nothing, we will be right there."

"Good." Kristen said and exited their house.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other and giggled.

"Lucky for us, that wasn't embarrassing." Blaine said.

"Yeah, right." Kurt said.

They closed the space between them and stood still, just hugging for a while.

"I really love you, Blaine. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Good." Blaine said and hugged him a little tighter.

They all had a good day in Cincinnati. The adults wanted to stay in town and have dinner at a restaurant there, but Kurt could see Blaine becoming too tired and if he was being honest, he really wanted more time alone with Blaine. He took one of the two cars and drove himself and Blaine back to the house. Blaine fell asleep before they left the parking garage. Kurt put on his Broadway playlist to listen to while driving. He stopped and bought some Thai food. When he stopped the car outside Kristen's house, he could wake up Blaine relatively easy.

It had started raining again and they set the table indoors. They lit a lot of candles this evening as well.

"Oh, Kurt, this is the best vacation ever." Blaine said when they had started eating.

"Really?" Kurt said.

"Yes."

"I agree with you!" Kurt said while sipping some water.

"So, I thought about this with the social workers who were replaced over and over again, And my teachers who didn't do anything."

"Yeah?" Kurt said to keep him going.

"You know, maybe they thought they were doing everything they could about the bullying. The teachers, I mean. And, you know, it must have been easy for them to blame the bruises and stuff on the bullying, the pushes, kicks and hits. And since my mother was the best at putting on a show, I think they really thought they were doing everything in their power to help me."

Kurt sat silent and watched Blaine.

"Have you taken extra sedatives?" He asked after a while.

"No, why?"

"Well, you did yesterday, just in case, and I thought it might be good for this discussion as well." Kurt said. "I can get them."

Kurt got up and got the medicine and handed them to Blaine.

"You think it's necessary?" Blaine looked at Kurt.

"I don't know, Blaine, it's up to you."

Blaine nodded and swallowed a sedative before looking at Kurt.

"You don't have anything to say about this?"

"About sedatives? I just don't want you to..."

"No." Blaine interrupted him. "About my teachers."

"Oh." Kurt took a bite of his food while processing what he wanted to say.

"I... Look, Blaine, I don't want to upset you, I look at this with different eyes, with 17 year old eyes. You look at this now with your memories and your defence that you had then."

"I want to hear your opinion, Kurt."

"What if it hurts?"

"Then we'll deal with it." Blaine said and looked at Kurt.

"Okay." Kurt said and sighed before he started talking. "I get that it's easier for you to see evidence that they thought they were doing their best. But, if that was the case, their best was not good enough, Blaine. The bullying didn't stop, did it? It got so bad that you were forced to change schools. I know how much it takes for someone to come to that point and if the teachers had done enough, it wouldn't have come to that."

Blaine looked at Kurt. They were both done eating and he got up and started putting their dirty dishes in the machine.

"Blaine..." Kurt took his hand when he went back to the table to gather more dishes.

"Its okay, Kurt. I just need to think." Blaine said while removing his hand from Kurt's grip and taking the cutlery instead.

Kurt sat still and watched Blaine go back and forth between the dishwasher and the table. He wanted to get up and take a grip of Blaine's shoulders and shake him to make him speak. But instead he sat still, watching Blaine. After a while Kurt sighed and got up and moved to the couch. When the washing machine was filled and turned on, Blaine looked at Kurt. He stood leaning on the kitchen counter. He didn't know why this had stirred up so many emotions in him.

It's wasn't like what Kurt had said was anything new, Blaine knew that the teachers hadn't done enough. That they could have saved him but they didn't. Anger flared up in him. It took him by surprise, the level of anger rising inside of him. He had never felt so angry in his life. But, as the times before when the anger couldn't be directed at the right person, it became directed at himself. He felt the anger and the anxiety rise.

"Kurt." He breathed out. "Help me."

Kurt was on his feet immediately. He rushed forward and caught Blaine before he hit the ground. He took Blaine's small, shaking body in his embrace.

"I've got you, I've got you." He said while he took Blaine with him down to the floor.

"It hurts. So bad. It hurts." Blaine choked out.

"What hurts sweetie?" Kurt said with a calm, soft voice.

"The anxiety. I want to do something bad. Kurt. Help me."

"I've got you. You're not doing anything bad. I've got you. You're safe here."

Kurt shifted so he was leaning on the cupboards and had Blaine between his legs. He held Blaine tight with one arm over his shoulder and the other one under his arm. He felt Blaine shaking.

"I've got you honey." He said again.

"Why didn't they do anything? Why didn't they save me? Why did they neglect me? Why didn't they see? Why? WHY?"

Blaine went from screaming words to just screaming. He screamed at the teachers who had chosen not to save him. He screamed at the social workers who had closed their eyes and pretended to believe his drunken mother. He screamed for the little, tiny Blaine who hadn't had anyone fighting for him.

Kurt held him and repeated that he was safe. He listened to Blaine's screams and held his tense, shaking body. It didn't take long before he felt Blaine slump in his embrace and his screams turned to sobs. He once again shifted on the floor and moved Blaine so he had his legs over Kurt's right leg and his upper body pressed to Kurt's torso. Blaine's head was on Kurt's shoulder and Kurt ran his hand over Blaine's back and in his hair. He felt the sweat in Blaine's hair.

"I've got you, honey, I love you. You're safe now."

An hour later there was a light knock on the door and Burt opened it slowly and peeked inside. His eyes immediately fell on Kurt and Blaine. He knelt next to them on the floor.

"Kurt?"

"It's alright. We're alright." Kurt insured him.

"What happened?"

"Memories surfaced." Kurt shrugged.

"Are you okay?" Burt asked with a serious voice.

Kurt recognized the voice his dad used. It was the voice he used when he expected an honest answer. He thought about it before he answered.

"I'm really good, dad. I wouldn't mind getting up from the floor if I'm being totally honest, but I'm fine."

"Okay, let's get you up from the floor then." Burt said.

"Dad, he's gained some weight and we're sitting on the floor. You're gonna hurt your back if you lift him."

"Yeah, you might be right. So, what do we do?"

"Well, could you get Martin? You could lift him together."

"Right!"

Burt went out of the house and ran up to the big house. He came back down within minutes with Martin. Together they managed to get Blaine up from the floor. When they were standing, Burt could easy take Blaine's entire weight and carry him up to their bed while Martin help Kurt up. Kurt groaned when his muscles protested. He heard Blaine mumbled upstairs and raced up the stairs. He laid down next to Blaine and took him in his arms.

"It's okay, I'm here. You're safe. I love you."

Blaine stopped moving around and talking and fell back to a deep sleep. Kurt rubbed his back and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Can we do anything else?" Burt asked.

"Yeah, could you blow out the candles downstairs?" Kurt asked.

"Sure. Do you want us to stay here for a while?"

"No, thanks dad, but we're really fine. Blaine gonna sleep for the rest of the night and I'm really tired as well. It was draining even for me." Kurt smiled to his dad.

"Okay then. Sleep tight buddy." Burt said and leaned down and pressed a kiss on Kurt's forehead. He ruffled Blaine's hair before he went downstairs to blow out the candles and headed to the big house.

Kurt was completely exhausted. He watched Blaine sleep for a while. It was serene to watch Blaine's features smooth. He was breathing through his mouth since his nose was still stuffed from all the crying. He was starting to snore, which made Kurt smile.

Kurt felt himself nodding off and it took all the willpower he had to rise from the bed and go into the bathroom. He changed into pyjamas and brushed his teeth. He moved out to the bedroom with the only thought to go to sleep. But the sight of Blaine made him realize he couldn't just go to bed, he sighed before sitting down next to Blaine and removed his green converse. Blaine had changed into sweats when he came home from Cincinnati. Kurt opened the zipper on Blaine's hoodie and moved Blaine so he could move it from his sleeping body.

He slid down next to Blaine and covered both of them with the duvet. Blaine shifted in his sleep and moved to spoon Kurt. Kurt sighed when he felt Blaine hugging him from behind. Blaine mumbled something incoherent in his sleep. Kurt closed his eyes and before he fell asleep he heard Blaine mumbled.

"It's thanks to Kurt that I'm alive. I love him so much."