A/N: Okay! *wipes sweat off forehead* This is as far as I've written, and this chapter is kinda… Well, it's very emotional, and it was kinda hard for me to write without ruining the story, but I sooo hope you like it. I'd like to credit my awesome friend Johanne (love you, babe!) for kinda-maybe-possibly telling (read: forcing) me to finish today/night :D ENJOY BUNNIES!

Blaine walked upstairs as quietly as he could and then turned into the bathroom next to his own bedroom. He gently put the boy down and then turned on the hot water. Good thing I didn't use up all my hot water today, he thought as he roamed around the room to find the things he needed.

"Do you think, you'd be able to shower by yourself, or should I help you?" Blaine asked and felt his cheeks grow just a bit hotter. He knew he shouldn't let any of this get to his head, but he couldn't help it. He looked at the boy and saw that his cheeks, too, were red. It's just from the cold outside… He reasoned himself.

"Would you like me to help you?" He asked again, this time his voice was a little more firm. When the boy didn't move Blaine sighed. "Look," he said. "I know, you don't trust me, but we have to get you cleaned up, okay? Just let me help you."

The other teen seemed to get a determined look on his face and then he slowly stood up. He began to undress himself, even though he didn't really need to do much other that let go of the parts of clothing he'd gripped onto. It fell to the ground, and Blaine had the decency to drop his eyes to the floor.

"Can you…?" But he didn't need to ask; the boy simply stepped into the tub and ever so slowly lowered himself in the warm water. "I'll get you something to wear," Blaine mumbled as an excuse to get out of the room. The boy's naked shoulders had looked way too tempting to keep staring at. He found a pair of trousers and a shirt in his dresser (Viola had made him buy new clothes the other day, since he only had a few piece with him) and even though it would be a little big on the boy, he didn't really have much choice here. It wasn't like his dresser was a clothing-shop.

Blaine tip-toed into the bathroom again; only to find the boy with his head tilted back, looking like he was sleeping. He walked up to the relaxed teen and suddenly the muscles in the pale arms tightened. A pair of glasz eyes stared up at him and he took a tiny step back until he remembered that this was his own home. He felt much like a peeping tom at the moment. He held out a towel to the brunette, who tried to get up on his own. But even though his arms may have been strong, he was exhausted and couldn't get himself up. Blaine put the towel next to the sink and gulped. He was just going to…

"I'm just going to help you up, okay?" He said as he grabbed the other teens - slender and pale and smooth and warm and soft and - slightly wet arms. He saw the boy's jaw tense, but he didn't make any movements of resistance. Blaine slid an arm around his upper back and the other held a tight grip on the brunette's own arm. Then he pulled. The pale boy let out a small whimper but soon stood up on his own legs on the bathroom floor. Blaine released him when he was sure he had found his balance and then quickly wrapped the towel around the naked body; not even daring to let his eyes wonder the tiniest bit.

"I'll…" He cleared his voice. "I'll let you dress, okay?" He saw a small nod from the other boy and then left the room, once again. His heart was pounding in his chest as he fell onto his bed. He'd left the door open so the other boy knew where to go when he'd dressed, but Blaine didn't really know if he could handle any more. All that bare skin, and those eyes… He sighed. I'm such a pervert.

He heard the door creak and lifted his head to see the brunette close it behind him. He didn't come closer, but Blaine sat up in the bed and gestured for him to sit down. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Well, Blaine sat in silence. The other boy hadn't spoken a word his whole life as far as Blaine knew.

"Can I ask what happened?" The boy froze and Blaine hurried on, "It's okay if I can't. I just… Well." He risked a glance at the boy. "Can I ask something else then?" The boy turned his head and raised an eyebrow as if to say 'go on'.

"This note…" Blaine found the note from under his pillow and blushed slightly. He just busted himself in treasuring a tiny piece of paper. "Did you write this?" The boy looked at him and then raised an eyebrow again. He does that a lot, Blaine noted.

He nodded.

Blaine couldn't help the grin that showed itself on his face. He tried looking down to hide it. "Your name starts with K?" He asked then. Maybe he could get to know the boy's name, as a kind of thank you for helping him. Not that I'm expecting any thanks!

Once again the boy nodded.

"Would it bother you very much if…" Blaine gulped and scratched the back of his head. "If I knew your name?" A smile tugged at the corner of the boy's lips and then he shook his head.

"You can't really tell it to me, can you?" The boy opened his mouth, but then closed it again and shrugged.

"Okay," Blaine said hesitantly. "What if I guessed?" The brunette looked confused. "What if I guess and you just shake your head if it's wrong? But you can, you know, help me a bit. Like, raise your left hand if I'm close and your right if I'm not?" The boy looked amused but only nodded.

"Okay," Blaine said for God know which time. "K… Karl?" Shake. "Koori ?" Shake. "Kano?" Shake. "Kuma?" Left hand. "Kuma is close? Okay, um. Kumi?" Shake. "Kumo?" Shake. "Ku… Wait; is it the Ku that's close?" The boy nodded and tried to hide an amused smile. Blaine kept trying to guess names until the brunette was bending over from choked back laughter. Then said boy held up his hands to stop Blaine's rambling. He snatched the note from Blaine's hands and looked around the room. Blaine soon got the message and found a pen on the old desk in the room. The boy scribbled something down and blew on it. Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away from the pink full lips. Then the boy held out the paper.

"Kurt" it said in the same writing as the rest of the note. "Kurt?" Blaine asked and the boy nodded. "Kurt," he repeated as if to taste the name and then he smiled at the boy - at Kurt. "I like it!" Then he remembered his manners. "Hello Kurt, I'm Blaine," he said even though he'd already told Kurt his name once before. He held out his hand and he almost gasped when the boy actually shook it.

"So, um… Did you… Would you like to spend the night here?" Blaine asked hesitantly; fighting another blush. But this time the brunette clearly blushed too. "It's okay," Blaine reassured. "You can sleep on the bed." Kurt's head snapped up and the coldness in his eyes were back.

"I-I didn't mean it like that!" Blaine stuttered and held his hands up in front of him. "I-I'll sleep on the floor, I didn't mean… It's not… I'm sorry," he said and lowered his eyes. He hadn't meant to say it like that. He only meant to make the other teen comfortable. The glasz eyes softened again and then Kurt frowned slightly. He slowly reached over and touched Blaine's arm softly. As the curly haired teen looked up, Kurt opened his mouth - but he was interrupted by heavy steps on the stairs. Both boys turned their heads to look at the door.

The door creaked open and a soft voice spoke. "Blaine? Are you awake?" Kurt looked panicked and his big eyes searched Blaine's. He looked like he'd rather have hidden under the bed or the desk - or just hidden somewhere. But Blaine didn't panic; well, not when he realized it was Viola at least.

"No," he answered and earned a 'what in the world are you doing' look from Kurt. The brunette actually looked like he could've slapped him.

The blond woman stepped into the room as soon as she had confirmation that Blaine wasn't asleep. She had to choke down a gasp when she saw he wasn't alone. There was another boy in his bed. Viola frowned faintly. Maybe I should talk to him about… But then she realized who the other boy was.

"Blaine. What are you doing?" She'd heard the rumors of this boy. She didn't trust nor like him one bit. She felt terrible for even thinking like that about someone she'd never even talked to, but… Some of those rumors were just too horrible to ignore. And he lived with Karofsky; apparently of his own free will. And that man was nothing but trouble.

Blaine of course misunderstood her harsh tone completely and stood up; panicking and waving his hands around in front of him all the while a bright red colored his cheeks.

"No, no, it's not like that, Kurt's hurt and I only wanted to help, and… Oh, damn!" He turned to the other teen. "I'm sorry; I don't even know if you'd like anyone to know your name or if it's a secret or anything, and I just blurted it out, I'm so sorry!"

Viola looked at the curly haired teen with a confused expression. Didn't want anyone to know his name? She looked at the boy on the bed, and suddenly her eyes softened. The brunette had pulled his knees up to his chest and he was biting his lower lip - which looked bloody and split. Then she noticed the cuts and bruises on the teen and she could've kicked herself. Which she did; mentally. This boy was hurt. And here she was; upset over a couple of stupid rumors. What did it matter if he lived under the roof of David Karofsky, when he was here now, under her roof? She walked over to the bed and didn't miss the way the boy flinched as she came closer.

"Here, let me take a look at that," she said. Kurt moved away from her touch; but this was a mother to two he was dealing with, so she just took his chin into her hand and turned his head from side to side.

"Ah!" Blaine said from where he was standing and raised a hand; but then shut his mouth. And soon after the hand fell to his side once again.

"What is it, Blaine?" Viola asked without taking her eyes off the bloody lip in front of her. It needed cleaning. If he's lucky, he won't have to get stitches.

"Um, just… Be careful," he mumbled and then Vi turned to look at him. So did the brunette. Blaine blushed a bit. "Well, um, he's hurt kind of badly, so I just…" He scratched the back of his head.

Oh, Viola thought. Maybe I'm not that bad at guessing after all. She looked at the boy in front of her and then back at Blaine. "I'll go find something to clean this cut," she announced. "Kurt, was it?" She asked and locked her dark blue eyes with the glasz. The boy narrowed his eyes slightly but nodded nonetheless. "Okay. Kurt, I don't think you'll need stitches this time, but we have to clean the wound. Do you understand?" He nodded again. "Good," she said and rose from the bed. Before walking out the door, she put a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

She almost hadn't closed the door behind her, before Blaine was on his knees next to the bed. "I'm really, really sorry, Kurt, I know I shouldn't have said your name in front of her without your permission, but it slipped and…" Kurt raised his hand to silence the blabbering boy. Glasz then locked with Hazel. They look almost green right now, Blaine noticed but didn't look away. The brunette smiled a crooked kind of half-smile and patted the other teen lightly on the shoulder.

Blaine felt his body move forward on instinct, but he got a hold of himself and rose from the floor to cover it. "Um, okay, so I'll…" He cleared his throat. "I'll just go get some blankets and stuff," he finished and walked out the door; down to the kitchen where he knew they kept extra blankets.

When he entered the room again, he found Viola sitting in front of Kurt and dab something on said boy's lower lip. He flinched, but didn't move away from the blond woman's touch. When neither of the two in the room moved when Blaine walked into the room, he just placed the blankets on the floor and went out to get the extra matrass in the attic. He'd slept on the exact same the first night he'd spend in this house, so it didn't bother him to use it again.

He came into his bedroom, just as Viola was leaving. "He's very tired," she said and Blaine interrupted her before she got the chance to say anything else. "Did he say that?" His eyes grew. Maybe…

"No, silly," she laughed. "A mother can tell stuff like that. Now go to bed, and we'll talk about this in the morning, okay?"

"Okay," Blaine nodded and walked into the room again. Kurt still sat on the bed, though now he was wrapped in the duvet. Blaine placed the mattress on the floor next to the bed; not too close, he didn't want to seem intruding. In my own room. He sighed and got himself comfortable between the blankets.

"Goodnight Kurt," he said softly as he heard (and partly saw) the noise of the comforter being pulled up over the brunette's shoulders. Then he blew out the lamp's light and soon after fell asleep.

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He woke by a broken sob. His eyes fluttered open and he listened. It's clearly not me. It took him a few seconds to remember why he was laying on a mattress on the floor. But then it has to be… He turned his head to look up at the boy in his bed. He saw the duvet move in tiny little shakes. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the ball of his hand and then inched closer to the bed.

"Kurt?" He called with a hoarse voice. There was no response, and the shaking even stopped a little. He cleared his throat and sat up. "Kurt?" He tried again. Still no response, but the shakings didn't stop this time. It only seemed like they got worse.

"Kurt," Blaine said and moved closer to the bed. "What's wrong?" He asked. He gently put a hand on the shaking, pale shoulder under the duvet. When Kurt still didn't respond, Blaine took a great chance and pulled - still softly - at the shoulder to make the brunette turn his head.

A pair of bloodshot and wet blue eyes looked up at him with a hurting expression. He felt his heart skip a beat; and not in the good way. The full lips were trembling and they were slightly parted, until the lower got worried between a set of perfectly white teeth. Then the most heartbroken sound Blaine had ever heard escaped from the mouth. Kurt was sobbing. The most beautiful boy in the whole world was sobbing right in front of him, and Blaine couldn't even say anything.

Without thinking he reached out his arms and picked Kurt up in a tender but firm hug. At first the brunette froze, but soon he relaxed into the embrace and the sobbing started again. A pair of trembling arms reached around Blaine's back and buried themselves in his shirt. He tightened his grip on Kurt's body and started whispering soothing things into his ear.

"It's going to be alright Kurt, I promise. I won't let anyone get you. I'll protect you. Please stop crying Kurt, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe here," he whispered and soon the sobbing toned down. Blaine didn't feel the tiniest need to let go of the shaking boy in his arms, so he just lowered himself, until they were both lying on the bed; Blaine's arms still securely around the other teen.

They fell asleep like that.

A/N: I may not be able to upload so frequently from now on, since I'm working on three, no wait, four series at the moment, but I will try my upmost best, I promise! Well.. Tell me what you think of Hurt!Kurt and all the other stuff, okay? Reviews are my own personal brand of heroin, remember? ;)

MuchLove!