As he opened his eyes, he took a deep breath, his chest aching and his head throbbing. He sat up carefully, everything from the previous night flooding back to him. Suddenly he heard Rachel singing, rather loud considering it was only 8am. Then he realised – he hadn't got his story straight. It may have kept him up all night thinking about it but he didn't have anything convincing. How was he going cover up what he had done, his face was scattered in bruises? As the door to the bathroom opened, he texted Santana, she would come up with something good, right? Only separated by curtains he heard her phone ping followed by a loud groan.
"I don't know," Santana yelled sleepily, "Come up with something yourself!" Kurt's heart dropped to his stomach.
"Come up with what?" Rachel yelled cheerfully, clearly trying to get back on her friends' good side.
"Errr, my winter showcase song," Kurt said stuttering, annoyed by Santana's stupidity.
"Okay," Rachel sighed, "I know you're pissed at me and I completely understand but why are you going to Santana over me for song advice," she added walking towards Kurt's room. "And I know you disagree with what I'm doing but we're still besties no matter-" she opened the curtain, speechlessly staring at Kurt. "What happened to your face?" she finally said.
"Oh after you left this guy tried to mug us. Unsuccessfully, but he hit me a few times," Kurt replied casually.
Rachel gasped. "Are you okay, do you want me to make you tea?" she replied taking Kurt by the arm and leading him to the couch.
"I'm fine," Kurt lied, "I'll take the tea though." Rachel smiled as she left to go to the kitchen, her slippers shuffling across the floor. Kurt took a deep breath as he tipped his head back, shooting sharp pains up his back. Hiding his pain as best as he could, he took the cup off Rachel, taking small sips.
"I'm going to get dressed and then go to my Funny Girl rehearsal, let Santana know I'm out, will you?" Rachel said leaving to go to her room. Kurt nodded before going to do the same. He walked over to his mirror, the bruises looking even worse than they were last night. He felt horrified looking at himself, but the feeling only worsened when he got dressed, seeing his body covered dark purple splots. Kurt finished changing before marching into Santana's room.
"What the fuck was that for?" he yelled making her jump. An empty bottle of vodka beside Santana's bed caught his eye. "How late were you up last night," he asked trying to stay calm.
"I don't know, but please quieten down, my heads banging," she moaned.
"Believe it or not so is mine, not by choice though," he replied raising his voice a little.
"Do we have any pain killers?,
"No, I need to get some, it hurts to fucking breathe," he said.
"Stop breathing then, dummy," Santana responded cracking a smile.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Okay, I'm leaving now, please be up and dressed when I get back."
15 minutes later, Kurt returned and to his relief Santana was up making herself coffee. He flung her a packet of painkillers as he hung his coat up.
"Ooh, what a treat," she said sarcastically, before swallowing them dry. Kurt sat there, kind of jealous, his whole body aching just from swallowing. After that there was an awkward silence between the two of them.
"I feel sick thinking about it you know?". Santana ignored him completely, her back facing towards him. Kurt really needed someone to talk about of all of it, but he couldn't talk to Blaine about it. Santana was the only one that knew what happened, if anything she was more emotionally damaged than he was physically, she knew what he was going through. Well, Blaine had his Sadie Hawkins bashing, but no one was killed. Kurt chose to get involved, Blaine was attacked, he didn't have a choice. And what if Blaine didn't want to talk about it? It was a few years back and Kurt wouldn't want to bring it up and make things worse for his fiancé.
Later that day, Kurt visited Blaine at Mercedes' house, whether he was going to talk to Blaine about his experience, he had to tell him what happened, well, what he'd told Rachel had happened anyway.
"Kurt, what happened, are you okay?" Blaine asked frantically as soon as he opened the door, throwing his arms around Kurt. Squeezing his bruises, Blaine clung onto Kurt, who carefully tried to get him to let go and get out of the cold.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Kurt assured him, "This guy tried to mug me last night, its okay I fought him off and he didn't manage to take anything." Blaine sighed as Kurt showed him his cut knuckles.
"You're so brave Kurt Hummel," Blaine said admirably, letting him in and closing the door behind them.
The two were curled up on the sofa, watching a British soap, but Kurt wasn't really focussed on it at all. The only thing he could think about was whether or not he should talk to Blaine.
After about half an hour, Kurt asked, "What was it like, you know, when you got beat up at the Sadie Hawkins dance?"
"What?" Blaine asked not taking his eyes off the TV.
"The Sadie Hawkins dance, when those guys beat you up."
"Oh yeah, it felt pretty horrible," Blaine said, his answer vague.
"Did you have to go to hospital or anything?" Kurt added, worried about his own injuries.
"No, no, my face was bruised for a few weeks thought." Kurt nodded, carrying on watching the show, not that there was much left, or that he knew what was going on.
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Kurt was walking down the street, moving fast so he could get home before it got dark, when something dawned upon him. Blaine went to hospital. When they were in Breadstix he told him he did. Why is he saying otherwise now? In shock Kurt turned around and began running back to Blaine, angry and confused.
Once he reached Mercedes' place again, he began banging at the door. "Blaine!" he yelled, wanting to just fall and cry in physical and emotional pain. Blaine opened the door, a confused look on his face.
"Kur-"
"Why have you been lying to me?" Kurt cut him off.
"What are you tal-"
"Don't play dumb," Kurt interrupted again, "The Sadie Hawkins dance?" All the colour drained form Blaine's face. "First you tell me about how scary it was in hospital, in pain, waiting alone for your parents, having no one there for you. Now your telling me you didn't go, you were fine, you weren't that badly hurt." Kurt sighed, "Please just tell the truth Blaine."
"I'm sorry," he said, screwing up his face.
"Blaine why would you lie to me?"
"I didn't want you to think I was a privileged, preppy boy who has it all."
"Blaine, why would I thi-"
"Oh, come off it. You weren't happy with me questioning my sexuality because you had finally found someone you could relate to, I was just adding to it."
"So you didn't get bullied at your old school?"
"No," Blaine said quietly, "I transferred because my parents weren't happy with my grades."
"I can not believe you've been lying to me this whole time!" Kurt said leaving Blaine on his doorstep.
"Wait, Kurt, hold up!" Blaine called out.
"Don't follow me!" Kurt yelled, not even looking back.
