Baha! i totally win! i didn't think i would get this up before midnight and look at that... 1:58! I'm so proud of myself!

I must apologize for a slightly shorter chapter then the last few one's... but i hope this eases your mind. :D

Enjoy!

"You ready for this?" Blaine asked as he squeezed my hand.

Blaine, dad and I were standing in front of the police department, looking at the front doors, me frozen in my place as I thought of what exactly what I was about to do.

I wanted to shake my head, turn around and run far away where I could escape this all.

But I knew I had to do this, so I nodded my head.

We stood there for a few more moments.

"As beautiful as this door is, I really think we should actually walk through it... Just sayin."

I wanted to smile, but I only nodded again taking one step at a time before we were actually inside.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

I swatted playfully at his arm, smirking a bit. He only laughed as he guided me to the front desk, dad following close behind. Blaine pulled out the card and handed it to the man on the other side. He grunted and pointed us in the right direction before picking up the phone, presumably to call Officer Davis.

I only held onto his hand tighter when the officer greeted us and invited us to sit in the small conference room. Although the room was spacious, the white walls made me feel claustrophobic.

As we sat we were offered coffee, which the three of us declined. The officer only shrugged and sat across the table, hands folded on top.

"So, Kurt… are you sure you're ready? Although I would like your statement sooner than later, I don't want to push you or anything," the officer said, breaking the silence.

I nodded as I launched into the story. I started by walking into school, scared out of my mind for Blaine, dropping him off at class and making my way to my own in the empty hallways. My voice cracked slightly as I explained in perhaps too graphic of detail, but I had to give him as much as I could. I watched as the man scribbled on his notepad, catching his eye a few times when he looked up. I couldn't bear to look to dad or Blaine… I just couldn't. So I settled on either the officer or the wall.

When I had finished, my vision had blurred and my cheeks were wet as tears fell onto them. Blaine tightened his hold on my hand as I saw dad lean forward, head in his hands.

The officer took in a deep breath. "Is that it Kurt? That's everything?"

I nodded and I almost saw a glint of relief flash through the man's eyes, as if he had heard too many of these stories before and was afraid there was more than that. I carefully wiped at my eyes as the officer pushed a box of Kleenex in front of me. I took one out and blew my nose before throwing it away in the nearest trash can.

"I'll just give you all a moment. Let me run this by my boss and see if we can't get this kid in juvie." He stood from his seat, looking rather uncomfortable and turned leaving the room.

None of us said a word.

I stood from my own seat, breaking contact with Blaine, and started to pace. I really didn't know why I had. Possibly because I was scared of what would happen? Frightened of what that would mean for my safety? Maybe I paced just to think.

"Kurt…"

I whipped my head around at the sound of my name, and saw my dad standing from his chair, eyes red, and swollen. He made his way over to me and paused, inches away.

"Dad, please don't. I can't stand anymore sympathy. I just need you to be my dad." I said carefully.

I had had enough of all the crap that was given to me the last couple of days… all of it coming from my family. And now the police officer and soon enough my friends. I couldn't handle it all. I just wanted to be treated like normal… not like a china doll that could break any second. Although, most of the time I felt that way.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I just- I hate that I can't make this better like I've always done in the past."

"Dad…" I sighed as I moved into his arms, burying my head in his shoulder. "You are making this better… just by being here… for still loving me and supporting me through this. For helping me out even though sometimes it really pisses me off."

He pulled back and wiped the tears from my cheeks, like he would do when I was younger when I had fallen off my bike, or came home with a road rash from falling when a kid pushed me. The only difference was that a simple band aid or a kiss to the wound wouldn't make it all better.

The door opened again and the officer stepped inside, an unreadable look on his face.

"Kurt, police officers are going now to take him into custody. For what he did… I don't expect 'him to be bothering you much anymore. I don't even think he'll be able to get parole."

A few sighs of relief sounded throughout the room and all I did was stand frozen in time, his words slurring together and floating around in my head. I only had one question.

"If- when he goes to trial… will I have to…" I didn't even want to finish the sentence. Just the thought of it made me sick to my stomach. The thought of having to see him again made me want to pass out.

"No Kurt, you won't have to testify. We have all we need right here." He said as he patted his notebook. I then let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

Everything was going to be alright.

I woke up on the couch, my head cradled in someone's lap… I didn't know who until I looked up to see the hazel eyes staring down at me. I smiled as I turned to face away, nuzzling my head in his legs, smiling to myself.

He massaged his way through my hair. "Sleep alright?"

I nodded, closing my eyes. It was the best sleep I had had in two days. I hadn't woken up screaming, or sweating, or have to be forced awake by someone.

I stretched my legs out slightly and curled them back up as I opened my eyes again, taking in my surroundings.

Rachel and Finn were on the loveseat and Mercedes on the chair, all glancing at each other and back to me. I sat up, nearly colliding my head and Blaine's chin.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, still shocked from being caught in my pajamas in front of people.

"Finn and Blaine said we should come over. We missed you at Glee club white boy. Did you relapse or something?" Mercedes explained.

I felt my face turn white as I turned to look at Blaine and then back over to Finn, both just staring at me, almost in an encouraging way.

Blaine took my hand in his, rubbing his thumb along the edge of mine. He leant in close to my ear. "They need to know. If anyone has the right to know other than your family, they do." Before pulling away, he placed a quick kiss to my cheek and I took a deep breath.

"You guys deserve to know something. But it can't leave this room, alright? It's bound to get out sometime, but I don't want it to be soon." I looked to Rachel, knowing she would be the one to blab it to the whole world. She only widened her eyes as she held up her right hand as if testifying.

I ran a hand over my face, wishing I could back down and not have to relive this again. It was hard enough to have to tell my dad. Why couldn't they just not know? What they didn't know wouldn't kill them, right?

But Blaine was right. They were my best friends. They, of all people, had the right to know.

"Monday… Karofsky pulled me into the bathroom and… came close to raping me." The last part was barely above a whisper; I wondered if they had heard me. But the gasps that followed ended my concern. A tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away, wishing that one flick of the finger and everything would be normal again.

But then again… what is normal?

Mercedes was the first to speak.

"I' going to kill that bastard. I don't care if anyone tries to stop me… I am going to make sure he suffers."

"Oh trust me 'Cedes… there's a line." I said as I glanced between Blaine and Finn who looked just as angry as my friend. Rachel only sat there looking shell shocked. She hadn't even blinked when I called her name, she didn't even jump when Finn put an arm around her.

I got up from my seat and knelt in front of her, taking her small hands in mine. She finally broke her trance and looked at me, tears glistening in her eyes. I gave her hands a tight squeeze and tried my best at a smile.

"I'm alright Rach. He's going to go away and I'm going to finally be safe."

"I'm so sorry Kurt. I should have been there for you… I should have called you or something."

I held my hand up, motioning for her to stop. "Please don't. I've had too much sympathy the last couple of days… I don't need any more. And Rachel, even if you did call I wouldn't have answered and my dad would have turned you around if you tried coming over. Don't blame yourself."

She nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek. I wiped it away and smiled as she placed her hand on mine.

"How are you so freaking brave?"

I scoffed as I stood up, motioning for her to do the same. As she stood I took her small form in my arms, smiling. Of course, Mercedes couldn't contain it anymore and had joined us as well. We hadn't even realized that Blaine and Finn had retreated upstairs, giving us this moment alone.

After hours of talking of everything but what happened that Monday, they left.

I went quietly upstairs, knowing that mostly everyone was now in bed sleeping. I opened my door and shut it, not even noticing that the light was still on and the figure sitting on my bed reading a book.

As I turned I jumped at the sight as he only stared at me through his reading glasses. He smiled as I walked over to my dresser and started to change into my pj's. I was so glad that we had gotten so comfortable with each other.

I walked over and slid onto the bed, curling into Blaine's side as his arm went around my shoulders. He kissed the top of my head as he set his book and reading glasses aside. I wrapped my arms around his middle, gathering his warmth. We sat there comfortably for a few minutes before he broke the silence.

"Have you been eating?"

I rolled my eyes before nodding. "Don't worry Blaine. Before you know it I won't be bony and I'' have gained all my weight back."

"You know I'm just trying to protect you."

"From what?" I asked challengingly.

"From… you I guess." He sighed. "Kurt, you have to admit you haven't taken the best care of yourself… I'm just worried about you."

I kissed his shoulder and sighed, closing my eyes. "I love you Blaine."

"I love you too Kurt."

We sat up slightly, to go beneath the covers and get into a more comfortable position. I laid my head on his chest as his fingers trailed up and down my spine, my own arm lazily placed over his stomach.

As his breathing deepened and I listened to his steady heartbeat, I had no choice but to smile.

I was safe, I was happy… What more could I ask for?