I don't own anything. Just the storyline.

Pain. Physical pain. That's all I can feel. Intense, undeniable pain.

'Take that faggot! This will teach you that you can't just prance around spreading your faginess everywhere!' A harsh deep voice bellowed as another kick went to my ribs. My tormentor then turns to a boy at the back of the group. 'Blaine, you can teach this one a lesson. It's your turn to prove that you have what it takes. That is unless you're gay.'

'Urmm.' The boy, Blaine, looks shocked that he was talking to him.

'Oh, the Blaine Anderson is gay!'

'What?! No I'm not I just didn't hear what you said.' Blaine defends himself quickly.

'I said.' My tormentor starts, annoyed that Blaine wasn't listening to him in the first place, as though he deserved to be respected.. 'Its your turn to prove yourself, that is unless you're a fag yourself.'

'Of course I'm not.' Blaine says as though it's obvious.

'Well then, he's all yours. That is of course if you can handle this little fairy.' The boys surrounding me in this tiny vile school bathroom part and Blaine walks up to me. As he walks over he looks me up and down, but not like he's disgusted by me, which confused me. He then met my pleading eyes for just a second, but it was long enough for me to see the hesitation and tears forming in his eyes. But he took a deep breath then took that one last step forward…

I sit up in my bed abruptly. My bed sheets are twisted around my legs and my body is drenched in sweat and tears. As my room was still dark I knew it was too early to get out of bed, but after that dream I knew it would be impossible to go back to sleep. So I laid back down and put my face in my pillow with an arm wrapped around my middle and a fist in my mouth that my uncontrollable sobbing wouldn't wake my father.

After what felt like days later, but was only a few hours my room got steadily brighter so I decide that maybe a shower will help to relax my muscles and calm me down enough to face my father.

Standing under the stream I think back over the past week. From the key party, to what I found out last night. It seems to me that happiness doesn't last forever. I miss being in Blaine's arms, I miss the smell of Blaine, and…well everything about him. I think about what my dad said last night. I never really considered breaking up with Blaine; it just wasn't something that I thought needed to happen. It probably seems stupid that I'm upset about something that happened a long time ago and before I even met Blaine. But the fact remains that he shouldn't have done what he did. I decide to go over and speak to him. I get out of the shower and rush through my routine and almost make it past my dad before he stops me.

'Kurt?'

'Yeah, dad its me.' I say as I walk into the kitchen.

'Where are you rushing off to?' He asks as he sets his breakfast on the table.

'Blaines.' I reply simply.

'Oh, what are you going to say to him?'

'I don't know yet. I don't want to break up with him though.'

'Okay, I think you're making the right decision. Go sort everything out, and hopefully I wont see you till at least tomorrow.' He says with a wink.

'Oh my god. Okay. Bye dad.' As I walk out the door I hear him laughing, and can't help but crack a smile.

When I got to Blaine's apartment block after a long uneventful journey, I felt all of the courage I built up this morning dissolve through my body and out of the soles of my feet. And that's when the doubt comes in. What if he hates me and doesn't want to speak to me? What if he doesn't think I'm worth all of this hassle? What if he hurt himself last night, when I was supposed to look after him? Well the longer I sit here thinking about what ifs the quicker I will go crazy. Taking a few calming deep breaths I get out of the car and walk up to the building.

When I get there I press the button with a B. Anderson labelnext to it. After just over a minute the intercom crackles and a tired voice comes through.

'Hello?'

'Hey, um, Blaine, its me.' I say unsure.

'K-kurt?' He stutters.

'Yeah, can I urm, come up?'

'Yeah, yeah, sure.' The intercom buzzes signalling the door opening, I walk through the door and opt for the stairs rather than the elevator to give myself more time to think, which was probably not the right choice because by the time I reach the top of the stairs my thoughts are running wild. When I get to his door I knock twice, and push on the door, walking through and closing it behind me.

Blaine is standing in the kitchen by the kettle wearing a pair of sweats and his hair is still messy from sleeping, but his eyes tell a different story. He looks as tired as I feel.

'Would you like a coffee?' he asks with a small smile.

'Er, yes, thank you.'

'No problem.' I have a feeling he was hoping I'd say yes because he wants to drag this out as long as I do. Once we get our coffees we walk over to the sofa and sit down on opposite ends facing forward. After a long uncomfortable silence I decide to get it over with.

'I don't hate you.' I say simply. I see him visibly exhale and continue. 'It was a shock, I wont lie to you. And I was disgusted by the thought of you being my worst nightmare. But I thought about it, I probably thought about it too much but I came to the conclusion that I would have done the same thing.' At this he turns to look at me with a surprised expression on his tired face. 'I don't mean beating the boy up. Under no circumstances would I have done that.' Looks at his feet at this.' He didn't deserve it. But given the chance that I could have gone through School without getting bullied, I would have taken it without giving it a second thought. I understand that you were just trying to get through school, and I know that you regret it.'

'I do.' He says honestly.

'I'm sorry that I left you last night.' He tries to interrupt me but I continue 'no matter how angry I was with you I shouldn't have left you alone, especially after everything you went through. I guess I was just being selfish, and I'm sincerely sorry for that.' I put my almost empty cup on the table, while he speaks.

'You don't have to be sorry. I understand why you left, and I don't hold that against you. I just hope you forgive me for my frankly quite dark past.'

'I do.' I say without a second thought. He puts his cup on the table and pulls me into a careful hug due to his injuries and his insecurities about whether or not I forgave him. So I pull him in a bit tighter to show that yes, I do forgive him.

We end up lying on the sofa with him lying on me with our legs entangled and his head on my shoulder.

'Mmm… that feels nice.' He hums out as I draw patterns on his naked back with my fingers.

'I'm glad.' He sits up so his hands are either side of my face holding his weight off me and smiles down at me. 'What?'

'Its just… you make me so happy.'

'Good.' He looks like a kicked puppy at my blunt response. 'You make me happy too.' I say with a smile, leaning up to bring him into a tender kiss. Well what I intended to be a tender kiss, Blaine apparently had other ideas. The kiss quickly turns desperate and my hands roam all over his body. I feel him tongue run across my bottom lip asking for permission, to which I open my mouth and allow him to explore it with his tongue. When he trails a hand down my chest to the hem of my t-shirt, I break away from the kiss. 'Wait, wait.' I say breathlessly.

'What's the matter?' Blaine asks concerned.

'Its just that, I don't want to hurt you. What about you injuries?'

'Honestly Kurt, my injuries don't hurt and I just need to feel close to you.'

'Urmm…okay.' I say leaning back into the kiss.

Soon enough we are both naked and rubbing our dicks together, with one of Blaines calloused hands rubbing both with strong sure strokes.

'Mmm…Blaine.' I moan out as he marks my neck, licking over the marks to sooth them. Soon I can feel the same familiar heat stirring in my lower body. 'Not…going to…last…long.'

'Me either.' Blaine breathes. 'God Kurt…You're so sexy.'

'B-B-laine!' I shout as I spill over both of our chests and Blaine's hand, which keeps helping me through it until I'm too sensitive. When I realize Blaine isn't there yet I reach down and give him a few firm strokes twisting at the head, and feel him go stiff then spill over our chests and my hand.

'Kurt!' he screams as he reaches his climax.

He collapses against my chest and breathes out heavily trying to get his breath back.

'Ow.' He moans.

'What's the matter?' I ask panicked that I did something wrong.

'Breathing hurts my ribs.' He says looking up at me.

'I told you it was a bad idea.' I state turning away from him.

'Hey, it wasn't a bad idea. I feel loads better, the doctors should suggest this as a good way to forget the pain.' He says with a laugh.

'Hey! Its not funny! You could have been seriously hurt!'

'Yeah, but I wasn't.' he replies simply.

'You're insufferable.' I huff.

'But you love me.' He quickly realizes his mistake and opens his mouth to correct it, but I put mine over his to stop him.

'But I love you.' I repeat.

'Really?' He asks like an excited puppy.

'Yes! Don't you love me?' I ask with a pout, which turned into more of a smile at his expression.

'Of course I love you! I love you Kurt Hummel.' He says sincerely, kissing me tenderly.

'Oh no. We're not getting into that again. Come on, up.' I say tapping his ass to get him to move.

'But-' He tries to protest.

'No buts. We need to shower, and as your primary carer I think I need to shower with you to ensure you don't slip over and hurt yourself.' I say my voice deep, and thick with lust. He swallows thickly and rushes to the bathroom, which makes me laugh out before following him in his footsteps.