"Blaine! Stop trying to argue! I'm going no matter what anyone says!"

It was nearing the time we were supposed to leave and we had stood in the same spot for at least ten minutes arguing. I wanted- no needed- to go to school and Blaine didn't want me to go.

He was about to say something when the door to my room opened to reveal my dad.

"What's going on in here? Kurt? Why are you dressed?"

I sighed loudly as I made my way past Blaine and sat on the bed, running my hands over my face before looking back to them.

"I'm going to school... End of discussion."

"Do you really think that's a good idea kid?"

I rolled my eyes as I stood. "Yes dad, I do. I haven't had a nightmare since Monday night, Karofsky is in jail or something, and he's expelled from school so he can't possibly show up. I'll be fine."

Blaine put his hands on his hips and turned away looking at the window. My dad only stood there with his arms crossed over his chest.

The awkward silence was broken.

"Blaine... Look out for him. Finn'll do the same."

Blaine whipped his body around, staring at my dad with wide eyes.

"You cannot be serious!"

"Well... If he thinks he's ready then he's ready. He'll call if anything happens, right kiddo?"

I nodded quickly, smiling at the direction this was going. I looked to Blaine whose expression had softened and his arms hung loosely at his side.

"I'll give you two a minute... Just make sure you're not late to school."

"Thanks dad!" I called as he shut the door.

Blaine made his way over to where I stood and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. My arms went around his neck automatically, my fingers massaging the back of his neck.

"You sure you're going to be alright?"

I leant in and our lips met, lingering for a few seconds, before we pulled apart.

"I'll be fine Blaine. As long as you're right there with me."

We walked into the school, my hand in his, but to my surprise I was relatively calm. He was the one who had the death grip on my hand. And now I know what he felt like that Monday morning.

"Blaine sweetie, I love you and all but I can't feel my fingers."

He laughed a fake laugh and loosened his grip.

These were the moments that I loved being gay. Meaning that I wouldn't have to go through the suffering of holding my wife's hand during the dreaded child birth.

We stopped at my locker and I turned my gaze slightly to a sign above the door. The door.

Blaine must have seen my gaze because he stepped in front of my view and started talking about an upcoming French test that he knew he would need my help with.

I nodded, shaking my thoughts that consumed me and focused on gathering my books for first period.

We were supposed to go that way but Blaine guided me the opposite direction... I couldn't have been more grateful.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, me never going to my locker alone. No one asked questions, no one stared, no one probably had even found out.

We were now sitting in Glee club and I was exhausted. Getting from class to class being scared all of the time took a lot out of you. All I wanted to do was go home.

We all sat in the chairs waiting for Mr. Shue to walk in. I was sitting next Blaine, our hands locked together on his leg. I laid my head on his shoulder, putting my free hand on the interlocked ones, closing my eyes.

I was walking down the endless hallway, no one in sight. The lights flickered above as the sound of lockers shutting surrounded me.

Two hands pushed me up against the lockers, making my head slam against them. I felt dizzy but I never lost consciousness.

I focused my eyes on the familiar face in front of me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to kick but my whole body seemed to be paralyzed against his grip.

"I want you so bad... You're mine... All mine..." the voice whispered harshly in my ear. He placed a rough kiss to my neck, biting hard as if he were searching for blood.

His bites came harder as he came to my collar bone. He threw me on the ground making me land hard on my side. I tried to get up and run, but my body was glued to the floor.

He straddled me, ripping my layers apart until I lay beneath him, completely exposed. He kissed me roughly again on the lips, his tongue pushing his way through my mouth. I tried denying access but he was too strong. His hands roamed over my whole body until I heard a soft voice.

"Kurt!"

I looked around trying to find the voice, but the man above me only forced my head towards him again.

"Kurt, I'm right here. Wake up... Wake up..."

The scene vanished and all I saw was black. Someone was next to me, someone was calling my name. My eyes flew open in horror as I let out a small scream, jumping out of my chair and scooting back against the wall, sweat still dripping down my face and body.

Blaine walked towards me slowly, his hands raised in front of him. I only brought my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and letting tears run freely down my cheeks.

I heard someone say something about going out in the hall and soon it was just me and Blaine.

He kneeled in front of me, hands still raised in front of him as if showing surrender. His eyes glistened in the light and I could tell he was fighting back his own tears.

"Can- can I…" I nodded knowing exactly what he was wondering.

He sat beside me, putting his arms around my shoulders and legs, holding me close to his body as my own shook with violent sobs.

It seemed like forever before they finally stilled in my body for good. I breathed in deeply, trying to regain my strength and energy.

Blaine's own shoulders were shaking slightly as his chin rested on top of my head. I sighed at how safe I felt just him being here with me, despite the fact that we were both crying.

Suddenly, the door opened, making me practically jump in Blaine's lap. My dad entered slowly, sighing deeply when he saw the two of us. I closed my eyes, feeling like a little kid thinking that if I shut my eyes I suddenly turned invisible and the rest of the world faded away. I opened them again when I felt a hand on my back, rubbing small circles. My dad was crouched in front of us, one hand on my back, the other on Blaine's shoulder.

I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes, wiping my wet cheeks. I looked over to Blaine who had stood up and started pacing the room.

I was about to call his name but my dad just patted my knee, shaking his head. Obviously he needed a few minutes. By a few minutes, I meant an hour, because he suddenly rushed out of the room. I heard Finn's voice calling after him before the door closed again. But I knew. Of course I knew.

I entered the cold room slowly and quietly. Why did so many bad memories have to occur in this room? I couldn't think of the answer because the scene in front of me just about broke my heart.

Blaine was standing there, punching that silly bag, ear buds in his ear, and the volume to its maximum volume. His body was sweaty, his face red as he took each punch.

I sat on one of the benches, just watching him, letting him have his moment of release. I saw how the salty tears and sweat mixed together, and dripped on the floor. I saw how with each punch he cringed. I saw how he would step away for a few second to jog in place before picking back up again with greater strength and ability.

He glanced my way, doing a double take as he realized that someone was actually watching him. He turned off his IPod and took out his sound canceling ear buds and sighed. He carefully undid his gloves and threw them to the floor. I took in how red and swollen his fingers looked and how his eyes were even worse.

I stood and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, not even caring how sweaty he was. He immediately wrapped his arms around my back, squeezing me until I had no breath left. But I didn't really care. I had him and that was all that mattered.

The moment was broken as he stepped away and gripped my shoulders, blue eyes meeting hazel.

"You wanna talk about it?"

I shook my head as a tear dropped from my eyes. He brought his hand up and wiped it away, but never letting his hand leave my cheek.

I closed my eyes, letting the moment wash over me. I felt him pull me back in as he cradled the back of my head with one hand, the other going around my back. I put my cheek on his shoulder, my own arms wrapping around his medium size frame. Relief washed over me as we stood there in each other's arms for what seemed like eternity.

It was now seven o clock as Blaine, dad and I stepped inside the house after returning from the counselor's office.

It was an easy session. Answering a few questions about myself, what I did; what I loved to do. I talked about my family, my second family, singing, Blaine, the whole works. My mother even came in there somehow. But as we went deeper and deeper I felt myself curl up inside, wishing to find shelter. I didn't want to spill my guts to this stupid guy anymore. I didn't want to do this anymore. This whole thing of pretending, lies, and secrets.

I didn't bother greeting Finn and Carole as they saw me walk in, I didn't bother lingering downstairs for awhile like I normally did before I went to sleep. I didn't bother with saying a simple goodnight. I ran up the stairs, into my room and slamming my door shut as I flopped on to the bed, face against the mattress as tears came again.

I was so tired of this. Tired of feeling weak. Tired of feeling unwanted and broken. Tired of feeling like I could never be fixed.

The door opened and closed softly as I heard silent footsteps cross my carpeted floor. I felt the bed dip and a hand go to my back as I cried. I figured it was either my dad or Blaine so I stayed as I was.

"What can I do, Kurt?"

The voice was a tad higher then dad's or Blaine's and lower then Carole's. I sat up and looked at Finn through blurry vision. I blinked several times before my vision cleared and I saw his broken, almost confused expression.

"I want to help Kurt… I need to help. What can I do?" he asked again softly.

I shrugged as I crawled over to him and leant my head on his shoulder, his arm coming over my shoulders in a protective matter. I sighed. I didn't know if it was supposed to be happy, or content, or relief, but I did know that I was so glad that Finn was my brother.

"Kurt… I'm here to protect you, all right? I sure as hell didn't last year, so I'm starting fresh. I will take care of you Kurt. No matter what you say. I want to be a friend… and a brother." He pushed me up slightly, gripping my shoulders, making me look at him. "Just say the word Kurt, and I'm there, alright?"

I nodded slowly as I leant in and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his chest. His strong, muscular arms went around my slim figure, pulling me close as tears stained his shirt.

The door opened again, revealing Blaine with a tray full of bowls of soup and glasses of water. He kicked the door closed with his foot and walked over to the desk and set the tray down before sitting next to me. I laughed as I sat up, rubbing my eyes, letting my hands rest there for a few moments before lowering them again.

"I love you guys… Thank you."

"You have nothing to thank us for Kurt." Finn and Blaine said at almost the same time. I smiled as I stood and made my way over to the food.

I looked over to the two boys who continued to stare between each other and me, looking almost shell shocked.

"Well… aren't you guys going to join me?"

So yeah... remember when i was like "no more angst until February 20! YAY" yeah... well as you could read there was still angst... and i guess i shouldn't have promised no more angst because there will be some. But it will always end on a happy moment like this one where Kurt's all casual and crap after having a really sweet Furt moment... No need to worry!

I really hope you enjoyed this one despite the angst. and i really hope you like how i brought Finn in again. i'm hoping to get Furt in a little more... especially with what happened. i feel like Kurt needs a big brother most of all...

See you all tomorrow! (TGIF!)