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I'm sorry but I can't write as often as I want to ...
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Shit shit shit.
Kurt lays his hand upon the place where the plaster is and Blaine sits up.
"Do you have a bruise on your wrist?"
I have?
Suddenly, Kurt takes his hand away and stares at it.
Indeed.
"This morning, you hadn't that wounds! What happened?"
Kurt pulls the blanket closer to his noise, but Blaine holds it.
"Don't ignore me!"
Then, he snatches the blanket away and regards the trembling Kurt, who doubles up.
"KURT!?"
Unwantedly, Kurt starts sobbing. Blaine's voice is so loud and forceful and Kurt feels horrible, being yelled at like this. But Blaine mustn't know.
Oh god.
He clenches two fists as he feels Blaine's hand on his back and how it moves down.
Endure it!
It's just Blaine.
Just Blaine.
"Do you have more bruises like this?"
Suddenly, Blaine grips Kurt's sweater and pulls it up.
"Holy crap, Kurt-"
Shocked, Blaine withdraws his hand and watches how Kurt jumps up and crawls in a corner of his room.
"Yo ... you're whole back is-"
Now he realizes that Kurt cries. He sits there with tucked legs and sways back and forth. With widened eyes, he stares into the distance and seems to be totally frightened.
Blaine felt dizzy from all the alcohol, but now it's like everything is clear. He has this thought in his mind and needs a proof.
"Would you -"
He tries to blink back his tears.
"Would you move down your pants?"
Kurt buries his face between his legs.
Don't ...
Please!
Please don't expect me to do it.
"Show me whether there are more -"
Blaine jumps and kneels down, in front of Kurt.
"Show it to me! Please! I – I need to know what-"
He interrupts himself, staring to Kurt with watery eyes.
"Show me your butt!"
Kurt tenses his body and shakes his head.
"Stand up!"
His voice is loud again and Kurt feels even worse.
Blaine stands up and looks down to his whining boyfriend.
"Kurt! Stand up!"
Kurt cries even more but doesn't move, so Blaine grips his hand and although Kurt winces, Blaine pulls him up.
"When you're not going to tell me what happened, I need to see it by myself!"
He still holds his arm and stares down to Kurt's crotch. Kurt is trembling and sobbing and stares down, trying to pull his arm away.
"I don't want to hurt you ..."
With his free hand, he grips Kurt's waistband and pulls it down, then he turns Kurt around and stares at the wounded butt. Shocked by all the bruises, he releases Kurt, who pulls his pants up immediately and presses himself in the corner again.
He doesn't look to Blaine - just at the ground, feeling completely insecure.
He knows it.
He gripped my arm.
He hurt me.
He knows it.
He knows it!
"Who-"
Kurt hears Blaine's sobbing.
"Who was this?"
He sinks down, closes his eyes and tucks his legs up.
Nothing happened.
Nothing.
"Kurt?"
Hearing the sadness of his voice causes Kurt's heart to race.
"How could this happen? I mean ..."
Kurt hears a heavy breathing mixed with sobbing and emptiness.
Darkness.
Grief.
"Max was with you. How could-"
Blaine watched Kurt and as he said his name, Kurt winced and Blaine knows it, suddenly.
"Max?"
Trembling, Kurt tenses his body and hears how Blaine dresses himself and leaves the room.
"Blaine? Did you forget something?"
Blaine walks in. Party is over and Max is holding a bin bag.
BASTARD.
At first, Max was smiling but then he seems to be earnest.
"Well, what-what is it? You seem a bit-"
"As I told you that you can accompany my boyfriend - I didn't mean that you can rape him!"
Blaine stares at him, expectantly.
Please say that you didn't do anything.
Say that you both got into a fight with some drunk guys.
Say something!
Max laughs a bit and drops his gaze.
"Do you really want to believe him? I know you much more longer, we're friends and what is he exactly? I mean – he isn't that communicative, is he? Are you even sure that he loves you? I mean, I don't know what he told you or ... wrote down -"
"He didn't write down anything!"
"Oh."
Max raises his gaze and can't get out of the way of Blaine's fist. The hit was with so much energy, that Max falls on the ground on his back.
"You damn sonofabitch!"
Blaine leans forward and starts to kick him, in rage.
"How could you do that to him?!"
Max squirms and has to concentrate after the heavy fall.
"You asshole!"
Blaine kicks him again, but this time Max can grip his leg and pulls it to him, so that Blaine also falls down on his back.
"Shiiit."
His head hurts so much that Blaine can't move for a moment. Suddenly, he feels how someone sits down on his stomach and punches his face again and again.
"Have you really thought that you could beat me up? I'm bigger and stronger than you, you idiot!"
Blaine tries to move, but Max is too heavy.
"Anyway," Max says laughing, grips Blaine's head and forces him to look at him.
"Your cute boyfriend just needed it. I felt it. And I'm pretty sure he liked it."
Shocked, Blaine's eyes widen and his body tenses.
"You should have seen him! How cute he compressed his lips and didn't want to suck my dick. In thoughts he was sure like: oh god what would Blaine say? But in the end, as I cut him, he did it nevertheless ... whimpering like a child!"
Suddenly, Blaine has much more energy to fight back, so he hits him into his face and stands up.
Max holds his bleeding nose and looks up to him, laughing.
"What bothers you more? That the fragile body of your boyfriend is wounded or that you weren't the one who did it?"
"I can't even kick you as hard as I want to!"
Blaine screams and kicks Max a few times more.
"You bastard! I don't want you to ever look at him or talk to him again! Did you get it?"
Max laughs and looks up, as Blaine stops kicking him.
"Did you get it?"
But the boy just laughs more.
"What is so funny?"
Max drops his gaze, grinning but gets kicked in his stomach by the angry Blaine again.
"Tell me why you're laughing!"
"It's just ... I always thought that you're perfect. The perfect son, perfect friend and boyfriend. But in fact: your parents hate you, you don't have true friends and instead of comforting your boyfriend you chose to beat me up. Or you tried to."
Max stands up and grins at Blaine, who stares at him in disbelieve and hate-filled.
"Is that what a boyfriend does? I dare to say that he has to feel terrible right now ... and who is there to support him? Mute, raped and left alone ... I'm very curious about what he's doing at that moment ... Do you think he's still breathing?"
KURT!
Blaine turns around and runs away.
Shit, Kurt.
Kurt!
I'm so stupid.
Tears are rolling down his face while he's running as fast as he can.
He wanted to kill himself out of less important reasons.
Shit.
God!
Sobbing, he reaches the house.
Dear god!
Dear god, please make that he didn't do something to hurt himself.
He opens the door and runs upstairs.
"KURT?"
Please.
Let him be still alive.