Eight Weeks- Part 3

A/N: You guys are so amazing! Thank-you so much for the amazing response to this! I'm sorry to keep you waiting longer than before and I won't bore you with excuses.

This one is a tiny bit short than the first two, and it is mostly from Kurt's point of view. I know I said that part 3 would be the end but I lied again. And I won't go ahead and say that the next part will be the end because that hasn't worked out the last two times so we'll just have to see what happens.

Also in the author's note of part one I spelt 'right' wrong and it bothers me to no end so I'm just going to complain about it here and say sorry about that (and any other mistakes in these chapters).

Anyway, here you are! Please review!

I don't own Glee or it's characters.

Blaine held his hand tightly as they made their way across the street and up the front steps to the door.

"Stay for a bit, please?" Kurt asked as he turned back to face his boyfriend. Blaine shivered slightly from the cool wind and nodded eagerly. Kurt smiled and unlocked the door, stepped inside, dragging Blaine in behind him. The house was warm and quiet, Finn over at Puck's and Burt and Carole out at the movies. Kurt hung up both their coats and led the way into the kitchen where he grabbed to mugs and began making hot chocolate. Blaine settled against the counter, watching Kurt as he worked.

"Kurt it's only September, is hot chocolate really necessary?" Blaine asked him.

"Blaine, please, hot chocolate is always necessary."

Soon they were curled up on the couch together, sipping hot chocolate with a movie playing in the background. In one week Kurt would be moving to New York, so the boys had been spending every possible moment together.

By the time the credits rolled, the empty mugs were set aside and Kurt's lips were pressed against Blaine's in simple, loving kisses. It was all flirting and kissing and just pure perfection. Kurt pushed Blaine back onto the couch and the other boy's hand came up to knot into Kurt's hair. Their lips met again before,

"Mmm—get away from me!"

Kurt stopped, confused, and sat back to look at Blaine. "What's wrong Blaine, what is it?" Kurt couldn't quite read Blaine's expression, it was somewhere between scared and angry, but he had no idea why.

Blaine shifted back on the couch to get as far from Kurt as he could. Kurt, in turn, reached out for him.

"Get away! I don't want you!" Blaine yelled suddenly. Kurt flinched and dropped his hand, his heart pounding.

"Blaine—what? What do you mean, what's wrong?" He was desperate now; he couldn't understand what was making Blaine say these things. He could feel the room getting colder.

"I. Don't. Want. You. Kurt." Blaine spat at him, his eyes cold. Kurt's eyes went wide and he took in a shaky breath. He stared at Blaine waiting for him to stop and tell him that this was all some cruel joke.

When that never came, Kurt began to cry.

"Blaine, why are you saying that?!" His voice got louder, but Blaine just stood up and sped to the door where his slipped on his coat and pulled the door open. Kurt rushed after him, "Blaine, wait, what are you doing?!"

"JUST FORGET IT KURT! It's done, there's nothing I can do!" Blaine yelled back at him, his eyes still hard. Kurt froze, trying to blink away the tears so he could see properly.

"I don't understand," Kurt whispered after a moment. His eyes met Blaine's and, just for a moment, the hazel staring back at him held something else. Almost like a scream for help. Kurt didn't know, but he could only hear the words being shouted at him from the boy he loved.

Blaine turned and walked down the driveway and away from the house. Kurt wanted to yell for him to come back, but the words wouldn't form. He sat down on the steps, shivering and stared at the spot where Blaine disappeared, a spot that was soon occupied once again. A faceless man appeared. The man, a young man, walked silently and stopped right at the end of Kurt's driveway. Kurt stared at him? He could feel his blood go cold, fear taking over, replacing the hurt he had been feeling for a moment. The faceless man just stared back at him; Kurt couldn't help but notice that the man had no shadow, despite the lights on the street. The air got heavy and Kurt could hear the clock ticking from inside the house. It was going much too slow.

Then, somehow, the faceless man smiled. His lips curling up to reveal wicked teeth and Kurt felt his heart stop, his ears ringing as everything went black.

Kurt jolted awake, his breath jagged and heavy. He was covered in sweat and he could still feel the same pain in his chest that had been there ever since Blaine came to visit him in New York eight weeks ago. He had had this dream before, and every time it would bring a new wave of sadness. Only this time Kurt couldn't get the ringing out of his head. It was too loud in the quiet darkness of his room and he shut his eyes tightly, trying to make it stop. It wasn't until he opened them again that he realized his phone was ringing.

He reached for it and held it up to his ear without looking at the name, "Hello?"

"Kurt. I need to talk to you."

"Who is this?"

"It's Sam, listen, I need your help."

Kurt shook his head trying to wake himself up so he could listen properly to whatever Sam needed to say. He sounded scared, which worried Kurt. Sam and Kurt had bonded throughout their time in glee club together and Kurt was happy to help him, but he was confused as to why he would be the one to call for help.

"Okay, what is it?"

Sam took a deep breath, "It's… it's about Blaine." Kurt tensed, his chest still aching after his nightmare. He was afraid to ask what Sam wanted to say, but he found himself asking anyway.

"What about Blaine?" Kurt questioned slowly.

"Well it's… um, I think that maybe, uh, shit!" Sam stumbled.

Kurt waited for more, but spoke again when Sam said nothing, "Sam? What?"

"I just... I don't exactly know how to say it. I mean, I don't even know if I know what I think I know. But it makes sense! I just, I can't help him Kurt, I don't know what to say or do. I'm not good at this! But, um…"

"Sam! Spit it out, you're scaring me!" And it was true. No matter how much Kurt tried to hate him and try to forget him, he still cared about Blaine Anderson more than anything in the world. And if Sam was trying to tell him something happened to him, he wanted – needed – to know.

"Kurt, I think—I think Blaine was raped."

"What?" Sam heard the whisper through the phone and felt his heart drop. He didn't exactly think about how this would affect Kurt and he was sure he was already hurting. But it was too late now, and Sam knew that Kurt would be the only one who could help him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dump this on you. It's just… Blaine's a mess. And I don't know how to help him. He won't talk to anyone; he hardly even looks up anymore and earlier he said that he 'couldn't stop it' and flipped out when I touched his arm and I just don't know what to do anymore and I'm worried about him and—"

"Sam—"

"—I'm sorry for calling you but I just—"

"SAM! Slow down, it's okay. It's okay that you called me. Just, slow down. Tell me what Blaine said to you." Kurt pushed the rising fear down for a moment; he didn't want to believe that this was happening; that what Sam was saying was true. He was so mad at Blaine, but he would never, ever want something like this to happen to that boy.

Kurt continued to force it down as Sam replayed his conversation with Blaine to him. He didn't want to admit it but it sounded like Sam might be right.

"Where is he now?" Kurt breathed when Sam was done.

"He ran. I don't know for sure, I'm guessing he went home? He won't answer his phone. He just ran, I'm sorry."

"Don't, God Sam, don't apologize. You were a great friend to him; you have nothing to be sorry for. Okay, um. I'm going to hang up now, I can't think. Call Blaine again and please make sure he's safe," Kurt felt tears fall without warning, "I'll call you back."

Kurt hung up the phone and dropped down beside his bed. This was not happening. This could not be happening. The room felt cold, just like in his nightmare, only this time Blaine wasn't shouting at him to leave. Instead Kurt finally heard what those hazel eyes had been screaming. Blaine was hurt and no matter how much it hurt to think about, Kurt just wanted to hold him and make it all go away. He wanted Blaine back and he wanted to be happy again.

He didn't know what happened but it was clear that something did. Suddenly all the anger and hurt that Kurt felt towards Blaine for the last few weeks evaporated and now he just felt empty and scared.

He didn't know what to do. But he knew he needed to talk to Blaine, about it, about everything. No matter what happened Kurt did not want to end things this way. He couldn't keep feeling like he was going to fall apart at any moment. And he couldn't stand to think of Blaine alone and lost.

He took a deep breath, stood and dialed Sam's number.

"Kurt, he's still not answering!" Sam answered the phone right away.

"Sam, I'm coming home."