The next night was a good night for everyone in the household; Blaine had no nightmares and woke up by himself around 9 am. Carole had made breakfast for him and after they'd eaten they went to the hospital where he had his stitches removed and they took some blood to see his potassium-level, which was fine and he was allowed to reduce some of his medicine.

They went home, had lunch and took a nap. Blaine woke once more when Kurt came home and lay down next to him.

"Hi. Welcome home." Blaine smiled to him.

"Hi. Thanks."

"You're early."

"I missed you today, I hurried home." Kurt said.

"Did you cut school for me?"

"Kind of." Kurt admitted. "I skipped Warblers practice. I thought we might go together to the police if you're up to it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if you want to."

"Sure." Blaine said. "Have you spoken to Carole about it?"

"Yeah, it was her idea. She called me during lunch hour."

"Okay, let's go to the police then."

It was another car drive spent in complete silence; Carole drove, Blaine stared out of the window and Kurt held his hand. When Carole stopped the car, Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand.

"You ready?" He asked.

Blaine shook his head and kept staring out of the window.

"Okay, we'll wait."

They sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes before Carole turned around to look at Blaine. He was visibly pale and was shaking.

"Blaine?" she asked.

Blaine shook his head again.

"Talk to me honey." Kurt said to him, but Blaine just shook his head again. Kurt turned to Carole with a question on his face. Carole was as clueless as Kurt what was going on in Blaine's mind. She reached out a hand, placing it on Blaine's knee.

"Blaine?" She asked.

This time Blaine didn't even shook his head, he didn't seem to notice that someone was talking to him. Kurt unbuckled his and Blaine's seatbelts and lifted Blaine into his lap. He felt Blaine shaking as he hugged him. Kurt ran his fingers though his hair and tried to soothe him.

"Blaine? Honey?"

Carole looked at Blaine in Kurt's lap and decided to take him away from there. It didn't take long for them to drive the short way home. Carole and Kurt half dragged, half-carried Blaine into his room.

Kurt laid down next to Blaine and pulled him close. He stroked his hair and his back and murmured nothings in to his ear. Blaine laid in Kurt's arms, shaking, not responding. Carole pulled a blanket over them and sat outside the room. Then they waited.

After half an hour Kurt felt Blaine relax in his embrace. He didn't let go of him, he just pulled Blaine even closer.

"Blaine? You are safe here. I love you." Kurt whispered to Blaine.

That loosened Blaine's knots. He turned from stiff and non-responding to screaming and sobbing.

"No, no, no, no. I can't. I can't. I can't. I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."

"Sssshh. Blaine, it's okay. It's okay. You're okay."

"Kurt, I am so sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."

"Ssssh. I love you Blaine, calm down." Kurt said.

Blaine kept sobbing and babbling non-recognizable words. Kurt kept holding him, stroking his hair and calming him down with nonsense words. They laid like that for an hour before Blaine's energy was completely drained and he fell asleep in Kurt's arms. When Carole noticed the silences from the room she got up from the floor where she had been sitting and looked in at the boys.

"Are you okay Kurt?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, Carole. What happened?"

"I have no idea Kurt. We have to wait to see what he says when he talks to us."

"Shall I wake him up?" Kurt asked.

"No, no, he must be exhausted, let him sleep."

"Okay, I'll get up and do some homework." Kurt said and started un-tangle himself from the sleeping form that laid mostly on him. As soon as a part of Blaine's body lost contact with Kurt's body, Blaine whined in his sleep and pulled Kurt closer. It became clear to both Kurt and to Carole, who stood in the doorway, that Kurt wasn't going anywhere. Kurt stopped trying getting up from the bed and instead relished the closeness with the man he loved.

"I guess I'll stay here for a while then." He said to Carole who smiled to him and left the room.

Blaine woke with a start only twenty minutes later. Kurt had expected him to sleep at least until dinner, but he woke up and looked at Kurt. It came back to him – the police station. He remember sitting in the car but he didn't remember speaking to the police. He didn't remember going back to the house either.

"Kurt?" he asked.

"Yes, honey."

"What happened?"

"I don't know what to say, Blaine. We went to the police, but you kind of checked out. You weren't there. You sat in the car, shaking but didn't speak to us. So we went home again." Kurt said.

"So, I didn't speak to the police?" Blaine asked.

"No. You didn't." Kurt confirmed.

"Oh."

Blaine didn't say anything else. He stared in to space, but was brought back by Kurt's voice.

"Blaine? Talk to me."

"Uummmh. Okay?" Blaine said and looked at Kurt. "What do you want to know?"

"Blaine, tell me what happened today."

Blaine took a deep breath but didn't answer right away. He was quiet for such a long time that Kurt thought he wasn't going to tell him anything. But then he started talking.

"My father… He… Look, I want to put him in jail. I never want to see him again. But, I can't. I can't talk to the police, Kurt. I can't." Blaine started crying again.

"Why not honey?"

"I can't. I can't. I…" Blaine went from crying to sobbing and Kurt pulled him closer.

"Ssssh. It's okay." He soothed the shaking boy.

"I am so scared, Kurt." Blaine said it so quietly Kurt thought he had imagined it. But in the same time, he knew it wasn't an imagination.

"Of what?" Kurt said.

"My father." Blaine whispered. "He'll know. He'll know. He'll know it was me."

"Blaine." Kurt didn't know what to say.

"He'll know it was me and he'll come after me. He'll come after me and he'll kill me Kurt. He had said so. If I ever went to the police, he'd kill me. I can't Kurt, I can't. Please don't make me. Please." Blaine's sobs shook his body and he pressed himself closer to Kurt.

"Ssssh." Kurt held him while the sob subdued and slowly died down. When he felt Blaine breathing slowly, evenly again he released some of the muscle force he held Blaine with and gently laid him down on the bed. He brushed his hair from his forehead and placed a light kiss there. Blaine didn't notice when Kurt let go of him this time. Kurt got up from the bed and tucked in his sleeping boyfriend.

Kurt went to talk with Carole who was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

"You got loose?" Carole joked with him.

"Yeah, he woke up but he's sleeping again now." Kurt said with a sigh.

"Carole…" He kept going. "He doesn't know that I tell you this, but he is too scared to go to the police. He is convinced that his father will find out he had spoken to the police, and he will come after Blaine when he is released from jail. Apparently his father has threatened to kill him if he speaks to the police."

"Oh, no." Carole sat down at the table and looked at her son sitting there with tears in his eyes. They sat in silence looking at each other until Burt came home. The sound of the front door open made them both snap back to reality. They dried the tears that had escaped.

"I'll talk to Burt about it, Kurt. Can you go and see how awake Blaine is? If it's possible could you wake him up for dinner?" Carole asked.

Kurt nodded. He got up and got a hug from his dad on the way to Blaine's room. Kurt laid down next to his sleeping boyfriend. Blaine didn't stir when Kurt snuggled close. Kurt shook Blaine lightly.

"Blaine?"

No response. He shook him slightly rougher which led to a mumble and to Blaine turning away from him. Kurt realized he never would be able to wake him up to dinner, and stopped trying. He pulled Blaine's shoulder backwards and Blaine turned back to him in his sleep. He moved around for a bit, but as soon as he felt Kurt's presence and felt Kurt's fingers in his hair, he stopped moving and relaxed laying on his back with his head slightly turned towards Kurt. Kurt sighed and kissed Blaine on his lips. He didn't get a response from this either, and got up to the kitchen again.

When he got there, Carole had just hung up the phone.

"I just spoke to the police. Blaine doesn't need to leave a statement. The statement Burt and I left combined with the medical records and photographs is enough."

"Oh, that's great! I so would like Blaine to know that but he is impossible to wake up." Kurt smiled to Carole and gave her a hug. "Thanks for calling!"

Blaine slept through the evening. Carole woke him up for medicine and forced a sandwich in to him. He went to the bathroom, and when he came back he was told that he didn't need to talk to the police. He smiled but was fast asleep within minutes again.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday went on in the same way; Blaine slept and was woken by Kurt or Carole to eat something and to take medicine. Other than that he slept. And they let him sleep. It was a part of the healing they all knew he needed.