I ended up deciding to make this chapter 3rd person limited to Kurt. I don't know how many chapters will be like this—just tell me if you thought it was good… or not.

Kurt rushed into the hallway, hiding his face as best as he could from Blaine. He leaned against the outside of the closed door and let himself slide to the ground, listening to Blaine curse himself out as tears spilled from his eyes. He felt like he was overreacting to Blaine's little outburst, but at the same time, he was so overwhelmed with emotion that crying seemed like an understatement to all that he was feeling.

It wasn't just the fact that Blaine had thrown his hand away in rage (which, Kurt admitted, was rather startling; Blaine was one to keep his cool)—it was the fact that Blaine refused to allow Kurt to provide him with financial support. And anyway, where were Blaine's parents at a time like this? Why hadn't Blaine just called them?

It didn't really matter. Kurt had made a decision, whether Blaine agreed with him or not. He knuckled the tears from his cheeks and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He dialed his father's cell phone number.

"Kurt? Where the hell are you? We've been worried—"

Oh, right. You ran away from home in the middle of last night to come to the hospital. No one else even knew where you were. "Dad, I'm fine. Really. I'm at Carmel East Hospital, I need your help."

"What? What happened? Are you okay?"

"No, Dad, it's not me, it's Blaine…." Kurt thought of his boyfriend's bruises and scars. He bit his bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

"Is he, you know, conscious?"

"Yes, but—" Kurt paused. He wasn't sure exactly what to ask of his father. Did he want him to come for moral support, or did he want him to call an investigator? Oh, and what about those damned bills? He was quite sure Blaine's parents could handle some medical fees. They were the Andersons, for God's sake. They sure as hell weren't poor. And, hold on, what exactly had happened to Blaine? Kurt didn't recall him ever finishing his story—he didn't even give any details, as a matter of fact, just choked out a couple of sentences involving him being mugged. "You know what, Dad? I'll call you back."

Kurt rushed back inside the hospital room and stood by Blaine's bedside.

Blaine looked up at Kurt, his eyes filled with remorse and sincerity. His face was red; it was quite obvious that he had been crying again. "Kurt, I'm so sorry, so, so, so sorry, I'm such an idiot, I—"

Kurt pressed a finger to Blaine's lips and sat next to him on the bed. "I don't care anymore, Blaine. Really. So you lost your cool with me—to hell with that. Now, honey,"—Kurt used his other hand and ran his fingers through Blaine's hair—"do you think you could finish your story for me? The one that you were telling last night? I know you don't want to, but I think it would be in your best interest if you did, so we can call the investigators and catch these people. Okay?"

Blaine considered what Kurt had to say for a moment, but then shook his head forcefully. "Kurt, I can't…."

Kurt leaned over him and kissed him fully on the lips. "Yes, you can. I know it. You're Blaine Anderson, King of Courage, remember? And I still have the text messages on my phone to prove it." Kurt saw a smile—a very small one, but nevertheless a smile—cross Blaine's face, but fade away very quickly. Fear filled Blaine's eyes as, Kurt presumed, he recalled the details of what happened to him the previous day. "Come on, honey, it's okay, you're safe now, just tell me and we don't have to talk about it ever again…." Kurt said softly as he stroked Blaine's forehead with his thumb.

A tear escaped Blaine's eye. "Kurt, I just don't know what to do anymore…." he whimpered.

Kurt wanted to pull him into a hug so badly, damn his broken ribs, he didn't fucking care—

"They raped me, Kurt."

The words came as a shock to Kurt—not only could he not fucking believe that someone would do that to his Blaine, his sweet Blaine, but how forward Blaine was about it was positively surprising.

And then Blaine collapsed in sobs, burying his face in Kurt's shirt. Kurt held Blaine's head there, whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he himself began to cry. The room began to spin. Kurt tried to stifle the tears but they kept flowing; he wanted to be strong, to be Blaine's rock as Blaine had been for him when he had to put up with Karofsky (who actually didn't seem like that big of a deal anymore). He wanted to tell Blaine that it was okay, that they would find a way to get past it together. But all he could do was cry, holding his boyfriend's head against his chest. His phone rang. Probably his father, calling to ask if he should come to the hospital; Kurt didn't pick up, he didn't care, he didn't care about anything anymore, he felt so numb….

Blaine was speaking again, his voice muffled by Kurt's shirt. "At first, they were just grabbing," Blaine sobbed, "but then they started kicking, and then there was one—" Blaine tried to continue, but he was involuntarily taking little panicky breaths.

"Breathe, baby, it's okay, shh, breathe—"

Blaine gasped for air. "And then there was one, and Oh God, Kurt, he took me, and he"—Blaine took another sharp intake of breath—"he put himself in me, he did, Kurt, I—" Blaine's voice gave way to a fresh river of tears.

Kurt's hands were shaking; he couldn't take this, it was all too much. What kind of monster would do that to a harmless thing like Blaine? Kurt noticed now that his whole body was trembling, and so was Blaine's. He reclined in the bed and allowed Blaine to rest his head on his chest and weep. Kurt rubbed Blaine's back. What kind of sadistic world was he living in? The worst pain Kurt ever had to endure were the taunts and shoves of Karofsky—now, his boyfriend had just been raped, and he felt foolish for thinking that he had it bad.

"Kurt," Blaine murmured, "Kurt, please love me again."

Now as if that didn't just tear his heart to pieces.

"Blaine, I will love you no matter what happens. This isn't your fault, I want you to know that. Well get through this, I promise."

Kurt continued to stroke Blaine's hair until he fell asleep in his arms.

Kurt put Blaine's head back on his pillow and sat up. He felt lightheaded from crying so much. He wanted to fall asleep next to Blaine, to wrap his arms around him, loving him, protecting him….

But Kurt knew that he wouldn't rest until he found the people who had hurt Blaine.

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Kurt had to check in with the hospital's security guards so he could stay with Blaine overnight. He didn't sleep much, though; the chair was rather uncomfortable, anyway, and his mind was too busy whirling. At first he was just thinking about what Blaine had said to him—"They raped me, Kurt… he put himself in me...". The words implanted awful pictures in his mind, even with the lack of detail Blaine had provided him. Images of shady, intimidating men punching Blaine, forcing him over and—without warning—raping him from behind…. Kurt was positively infuriated.

He had told himself that he would wake Blaine up if he slept past twelve in the afternoon so he could bring him to call his parents, but he couldn't do it. He knew that Blaine wouldn't be getting much sleep in the next few years, so he let him enjoy a peaceful, long rest.

Kurt did want Blaine's parents' numbers, though. Sure, Blaine had told a few stories about how he didn't really like his father all that much, but there was no reason why they shouldn't be there for their son when he was in a state like this.

Blaine was waking up. He sleepily lifted his fists to his eyes and rubbed, seemingly in a good mood. He opened his eyes and looked around. The smile that was on his face disappeared almost instantly and he began to whimper. He looked utterly disgusted.

"Oh, honey…." Kurt cooed as he moved forwards to comfort Blaine. Had he forgotten that he was at the hospital or something? Was he expecting to wake up in his house, the bruises and cuts that had been inflicted to his body never there? He put an arm around Blaine.

A dry sob escaped Blaine's lips. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head violently. "No, no, no, no, no, no…" he whispered to himself. "NO, NO, NO!"

Kurt stared at Blaine, slightly shocked, not sure of what to do. "Blaine, quiet down, sweetie!"

Blaine stopped shaking his head and looked over to Kurt. Kurt remembered how Blaine's eyes used to possess this cheerful, smitten look; now they were just full of anguish. "Kurt, my ribs hurt," he said quietly.

"I know, sweetie, I know. But maybe if we called your parents, then they could pay for more advanced treatment, and you'll feel better—"

"NO!" Blaine shouted indignantly. "No, they wouldn't come…" he added in a hushed voice.

"Now, why wouldn't they come? There's no reason for them not to."

"My mom's at work, probably. She's too busy to come here," Blaine told him.

"B—Blaine, that's ridiculous. "

"And my father doesn't love me," Blaine continued.

Kurt didn't think Blaine was trying to feel sorry for himself in the slightest; he spoke in such a matter-of-fact tone that it broke his heart. Of course my parents don't love me, Kurt! Why would they?

"C—come on, Blaine, give me your father's number, I'll at least try and see if he'll come," Kurt said in a quivery voice. How could they not come? Their son had been raped, they had to be there for him, and Goddammit, Kurt Hummel, you are not going to cry again. He reached for the phone.

"Kurt, no…" Blaine said softly as he grabbed Kurt's hand to keep him from getting to the phone. "Don't bother. He won't come."

"Please? At least tell yourself that you'll call them for my sake, Blaine, I can't stand to see you like this…."

"Jesus, Kurt, I told you, he's not going to come!" Blaine roared.

Kurt didn't run off into the hallway crying this time, though. He had begun to accept the fact that the Blaine he had been seeing recently—or at least since after the accident—was different than the old one. This Blaine was depressed, frightened Blaine, who would snap far more easily than before.

Well, Kurt, there's only one thing left to do, he thought to himself. Time to call Dad and Carole.

So I've begun to make the chapters longer, just so my story isn't super slow. Although now that I think about it, my story is slow, anyway… sorry 'bout that…. But I promise it'll pick up. After all, next chapter is when Burt and Carole show up, and they'll have Blaine fixed up and taken home in no time! … Right? I guess we'll have to find out. Not even I know the answer.

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