Eight Weeks - Part 6

A/N: Hello readers! I hope everyone's holiday was good! I was away for mine at Universal Studios (aka the Wizarding World of Harry Potter!) so I didn't get any writing done but guess who decided to stay up till 3 am to write it tonight?! Me! These always seem to happen at 3 am... hopefully it's working for me! (I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for any spelling/grammar errors, I try my best to edit them all out but some slip past me)

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I am going to just mention the WARNING (as on the first part of this story) again here. Nothing graphic or anything but I want to be sure you're aware of it just in case.

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Kurt woke up in a still-dark room. He looked to see the time and read 5:38a.m. Not bothered at all by the numbers, he pushed off the blankets and headed for the shower. Kurt couldn't waste a moment, he had a lot to figure out in a short amount of time and he was anxious to see Blaine again.

By 6:30a.m. Kurt was dressed and ready. Physical at least… he was still unsure about how he was doing to do this. The sat alone in the kitchen waiting to it to be a decent time but after not being able to sit still anymore he figured if he left now it would be a reasonable time when he arrived at Blaine's.

The drive felt endless.

His mind kept racing with what he would say, how was he supposed to say this? He didn't even know if it really happened. And that 's what made this harder in so many ways. He didn't want Blaine to have gone through that, he did not want what Sam said to be true. Thinking about the pain of knowing Blaine suffered through something and had been holding it in all this time was terrifying. And yet – Kurt felt slightly selfish for worrying about this, although he knew he really shouldn't – if Sam's words were false, and Blaine really did mean to cheat on him, Kurt didn't even want to think about feeling what that had caused him to feel eight weeks ago returning. But there was no easy way out of this, and Kurt knew that.

He pulled into Blaine's driveway at 8:15a.m., a perfectly fine hour, especially at Blaine's house, Kurt knew. Kurt knocked gently on the door and waited until Mrs. Anderson opened it, looking like she was on her way out.

"Kurt? What brings you here?" Her face is polite but there's no hint of friendly in her smile.

"I came to talk to Blaine, if that's okay?" Kurt could feel his stomach start to flip, part of him wanted to run and never find out, but that was not a part of himself that he would listen to.

"He hasn't been down yet, but you can go see if he's awake," Mrs. Anderson opened the door wider for Kurt to step in, remove his shoes and walk up the steps.

Kurt took his time walking towards Blaine's bedroom door. He felt like ages since he's been through this hallway, but it's only been a couple months. Still too long, Kurt thought to himself.

When the familiar door is in front of him, he takes a deep breath and holds his ear close to it to see if Blaine is up and moving. When he hears nothing, he offers a light tap on the door. When there's no response to that, Kurt knocks louder, "Blaine?"

Still silence, after a moment Kurt decides just to go in. He knocks again as he opens the door slowly, " Blaine? It's me… are you awake?" When Kurt can see the entire room he spots Blaine.

Asleep.

On the floor.

Kurt walks over to the sleeping boy and kneels beside him. He sees the exhaustion on Blaine's face, even in sleep. There are tears still stained down his cheeks and a crease in his brow. Blaine's hands are in tight fists and every muscle is tensed. Kurt almost falls apart at the sight.

Slowly reaching a gentle hand towards Blaine, Kurt rests his fingers on Blaine's hair, running his fingers over the thick curls. Blaine jumps awake and Kurt silently curses himself. Don't just touch him after just sneaking into his room; he doesn't even know you're here!

Blaine's eyes search wildly to find the hand that touched him and when he sees Kurt he just stares. As if there was no possible way that Kurt Hummel would be sitting on his floor right now. His floor? Why were they on the floor?

As Blaine's night comes back to him he can feel himself start to shake, all the while seeing Kurt's lips move, talking to him. Blaine just shakes his head. You have to keep it together Blaine; you've already messed up, stop being so weak.

"-orry for scaring you, I shouldn't have just walked in here. Blaine, you're shaking, what's wrong?" Kurt reaches toward Blaine carefully as to not startle him again, or make him uncomfortable. Blaine welcomes the touch however, and Kurt comes to sit beside him, back against the bed frame.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asks quietly.

Kurt chooses not to just jump right into it but instead asks, "Why were you sleeping on the floor?"

Blaine looks at the wall opposite them, "I just fell asleep, that's all."

Kurt nods simply, then realizes he should answer Blaine's question, "I came to talk to you. I wanted to ask you about something…"

Blaine's eyes water and he blinks the tears back and looks over a Kurt, forcing a smile, "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

Kurt hesitated; he wasn't ready at all for this. He shifted his weight so he was facing Blaine now instead of sitting beside him, "It's about… it's about something that Sam said to me."

Blaine's heart nearly stopped. Sam didn't know anything, right? And if he did he certainly didn't tell Kurt. Kurt couldn't know this; he couldn't know how disgusting Blaine was now. How broken. Blaine didn't say anything; he just stared at the wall, fighting hot tears that threatened to fall.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered the name, growing more and more sure of what the answer to his question was going to be, "Blaine, please. Tell me what happened."

Tears fell, and Blaine let them fall. Kurt knew and he would never forgive him. Not that Blaine thought he'd have a chance at forgiveness, now it just felt more certain.

"I'm sorry," Blaine choked. He pushed himself off the floor and went to stand by his bookshelf where he stared at the spines of all the books he had once been lost in, all the places he'd travelled to through those pages and he willed himself to be swallowed up by one of the stories now, before he became to weak to fight it anymore.

Kurt felt paralyzed. He didn't know what to say. This was all so confusing and scary. He walked up behind Blaine and softly placed his palm on his back. Blaine didn't move or say anything, just stared ahead, seeming to be lost somewhere else. Kurt studied the boy as they stood, both silent. Kurt brought his hand to his side for a moment then reached for Blaine's empty hand, taking it in his.

Blaine let out a sob at this action, but he eyes remained fixed on the books. "Blaine," Kurt could hardly speak right now, his fear rising with every word, "Blaine please talk to me. Please- please, Sam said that-" Kurt couldn't breathe anymore, his face was soaked with tears, "Sam said-"

He couldn't get the words out. And Blaine wasn't moving, so Kurt turned Blaine to face him, taking the other boy's face in his hands and begging him with his eyes to talk, to help Kurt ask what he was so afraid to say.

It' always been something that they were good at; communicating with their eyes. That's why they were always so honest with each other. And that's why when Kurt moved away; communication was so difficult for them. They can say so much to each other with just a look.

So they talked in silence. Blaine said everything to Kurt that had taken over his mind for the past eight weeks and Kurt listened. When he was done he slid to the floor and Kurt wrapped him in his arms are held him while he cried.

They sat there for hours.

They knew they would have to speak eventually though, and Kurt knew that it had to be Blaine who spoke first. He couldn't push it. Kurt held the boy, placing gentle kisses in his hair every time the boy had to draw in a deep, shaky breath.

It was there on the floor, Kurt with his back against the bookshelf and Blaine with his face buried in Kurt's chest, that Blaine said the words he had pushed away for so long, secretly hoping that one day they would just vanish. He realized now that he would have to free them first. They were barely in a whisper, but hearing them just made Kurt hold Blaine even closer, "He raped me."

Kurt held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut to try and make the pain that just exploded in his chest fade. He hugged Blaine closer, trying to ease the other boy's pain too, knowing fully that he couldn't, not right now anyway.

Blaine kept talking, afraid that if he didn't say anything now, he never would, "I went to his house and we sat on his bed. I know I didn't want anything to happen because- because I love you so much. But you felt so far away and I felt left behind and like you were forgetting me-" Blaine was still whispering, Kurt listening to his words and kissed his hair firmly at that, saying, "Never."

"-and then," Blaine stumbled over these words, "and then I let him kiss me. And at first it felt good and I'm sorry Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine choked and began to hyperventilate.

"Shhhhhh," Kurt soothed. It hurt him, of course it did. But he needed to hear it; he wanted to know.

"W-we were k-kissing, but then he put his hand on my cheek. It felt wrong, so I pulled away, but he just followed. And then suddenly we were lying down, and he was holding my wrists and kissing my neck and it was all wrong and I asked him to stop but he wouldn't so I tried to p-push him off me but I couldn't move Kurt, I c-couldn't move and he was on top of me and it hurt and I can't breathe and I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop him and I'm sorry I k-kissed him and I'm s-s-sorry I hurt you I'm so, so sor-" Blaine's voice was swallowed by a new wave of broken sobs and he tried to move away from Kurt, who shook his head and held him close, speaking soft words into his ear and rubbing his back as the boy cried and shook.

A million things were going through Kurt's mind as he sat there, crying with the other boy. Blaine had gone to Eli's house because he felt forgotten. Kurt knew they talked less and he knew that was mostly because of his focus on his internship. That wasn't fair to Blaine at all though. He should have made time for the boy that he was in love with. Is in love with.

Blaine had let Eli kiss him, and it felt wrong and he tried to stop it. He shouldn't have done it in the first place and cheating is cheating in Kurt' eyes, whether you sleep with somebody or you just kiss somebody. But this was different. Kurt knew that if it had stopped with just a kiss Blaine would have talked to him about it right away. He knew that, because he knew that Blaine was sorry.

Kurt had forgiven Blaine for it. Kurt knew that Blaine was forgiven. He was hurt that Blaine went to Eli, but he saw faults on both sides and he knew all he wanted it to be was a bump in the road. But Blaine still thought that what happened to him was his fault, and that was something Kurt would make sure would not continue.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine spoke again after his tears began to slow.

"Shh, sweetheart. Blaine, what happened to you is not your fault. You said no, you are not to blame."

"I couldn't stop it," Blaine said.

"It's not your fault, Blaine. It's not your fault, don't blame yourself for what that idiot did."

"But I still went. I still hurt you."

"I forgive you, Blaine. And I hope you can forgive me for making you feel so alone, I never meant to do that, but I let it happen anyway and you didn't deserve that."

Blaine shifted so that he could look at Kurt and spoke is the quietest voice Kurt had heard, "You didn't do anything Kurt; I did and I don't deserve your forgiveness. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Blaine, listen. We both did something that we're sorry for. I'm here now to tell you that it's okay. But what Eli did, that was not your fault. Please don't ever blame yourself for that. I can't tell you how much I hate him for doing this to you."

Blaine looked down at his fidgeting hands, which Kurt took in his own, "I have nightmares about it. Every night."

"Do you want to tell me about them?"

Blaine sat quietly for a moment. "I'm so tired, Kurt," he whispered.

Kurt slowly stood up and pulled Blaine to his feet. He brought them over to the bed, pulled back the blankets and let Blaine lay down, and then curling up beside him, their hands joined. "Go to sleep Blaine, I'll be here to chase the nightmares away. He can't hurt you anymore." Kurt whispered.

Blaine looked at Kurt, their eyes locking, and Kurt gave him a soft smile, which was returned as Blaine's eyelids fluttered closed and for the first time in eight weeks, wrapped in Kurt's warm arms, Blaine slept, safe from the monster that had haunted his dreams for so long.