Come What May
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Kurt sobbed brokenly. Blaine winced, holding his trembling angel. Kurt cried into his neck, so ashamed.
"No, Kurt, it's not your fault, baby. I'm not mad, it's okay. It's okay. Shh…" The porcelain boy refused to believe him, crying harder. "Shh, I've got you, baby, I've got you."
"F-forgive me, Blaine," he begged. "Please, I'm so sorry for ch-"
"Stop it," he said, shaking his head, eyes pained. He gently kissed his cheek, making Kurt flinch so slightly he didn't notice. "Don't do that, honey. It's not your fault. Okay? God, Kurt, why didn't you tell me?"
"I-I couldn't," he shivered. "I couldn't…" Blaine held him for awhile, rocking him, his own sobs locked in his chest.
"Kurt, baby, where are your clothes?" He asked softly. Kurt choked on his sob, closing his eyes and pointing to the mangled pile of fabric on the floor. Blaine's heart took another jab. "Oh, Kurt…" He reached out, taking Kurt's outstretched hand and bringing it to his lips, being careful not to touch the chaffed burn and blisters on his wrist. "Shh…okay, okay, I'll go get you some clothes out of my dressing room, alright?"
"Don't leave me!" He cried, his bright, innocent eyes begging. "Please, don't go."
"Hey, hey," Blaine held his cheek, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm just going to get you some clothes so you're…so you don't have to feel like this, Kurt." Vulnerable, weak…and naked. Being like this only made Kurt feel even more shamed, but the last thing he wanted was for Blaine to leave him.
Blaine's heart was aching again as he looked at his husband's shining, guilt-ridden, swollen eyes as they looked up at him, his lips trembling. Out of instinct, he reached out and held his marble-like cheeks, wiping away tears from the raw skin. "Please." The softest whisper. Blaine hugged his tight, gently kissing his forehead.
"Okay, okay."
He looked around for something, anything to cover him up with. He snatched the blanket off the back of a nearby chair, wrapping Kurt from knee to neck. Kurt sighed, whimpering a little, relieved. Blaine carefully picked him up, cradling him close to his chest. Kurt sobbed into his neck, shaking from head to toe. His thighs jerked and twitched on their own, still recovering from the previous trauma.
"I've got you. I've got you, baby," Blaine soothed. He peeked out the door, meeting Liz's eyes when he did.
She looked between hi eyes and Kurt's face, realizing the severity of what had happened to her friend. "Oh, God…Kurt."
"Can," Blaine began, his voice breaking. He swallowed. "Can you make sure no one sees him?" He asked desperately.
"Of course," she nodded, wanting to reach out and touch Kurt. She knew it would only scare him more and stopped herself.
"I-I just want…I don't want this public. He's…he's been humiliated enough," he managed.
"I know," she nodded. "It's okay. I'll do it."
Kurt couldn't hear anything they were saying. He was lost in Blaine's shoulder, whimpering incoherent prayers that we could really forgive him, that he could still love him. He felt dirty and unworthy to be in his arms. Disgusting people weren't kissed by pure ones. He didn't deserve Blaine's touch or his kind words. He was an adulterer, a cheater, a disgusting excuse for a person and husband. He cried harder.
"Shh, hey, hey," Blaine cooed. "I know it hurts, darling, but you have to try to be quiet, okay?"
"Oh-okay."
Blaine carried him down each hall toward the dressing room, never taking a step without Liz's all-clear.
It seemed to take a millennia. The same thoughts continually ran through Blaine's head as he held his wounded love. Clothes, hospital, clothes, hospital, clothes, hospital…
"Okay, Kurt, I'm gonna put you down for a second, okay?" He whispered. The other boy nodded slowly, wincing and hissing in pain as Blaine put him on the couch. He stroked his cheek once before going to his closet. He grabbed the first set of clothes he found, rushing back over to him.
"Shh…" He soothed, holding his face again. "Alright, I'm gonna get you dressed now. Is that okay?"
Kurt nodded, so thankful he'd asked permission instead of just doing it. "It's okay."
Slowly, he peeled the blanket away. His heart stopped, throat dry. He hadn't really looked at Kurt's body when he first walked in. He'd seen the scrapes and bruises, but not up close. He saw the severity of them now, and he knew there was still more that Kurt had covered with makeup. He shook his head, his stomach churning just thinking about it.
"Blaine?" Kurt said softly, cries finally subdued enough to where he could speak coherently. "Do…do you still l-love me?" Blaine's heart was torn again. He looked at him, tears in his eyes.
"Kurt, darling, of course I do," he said, holding his hand. "I…God, Kurt, I love you so much. That's why I got so angry. When I-" He stopped, realizing what he'd done. "Oh, Kurt, no…" He touched his cheeks, right where he'd hit him. A few tears escaped his eyes. "Oh god, I ….Kurt, I hit you. Twice…oh, Kurt, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for what I did to you! I didn't mean…Oh, baby." He hugged him tight, kissing his neck. Kurt flinched a little, feeling too filthy for him to touch.
"Blaine, it…it's okay," he whispered, hugging him back, crying again. "I would've hit me too."
Blaine looked at him steadily for another moment, leaning to kiss him.
"No!" Kurt squealed, jerking away, bawling again. "No, Blaine, pl-please. I-I'm not- you-" He broke down in tears, now incoherent.
The dark-haired boy held him for a long moment, wishing he could will all of this away; all the pain and agonizing memories that would plague him for the rest of his life. "Shh, hush, angel. Shh…It's okay."
"I'm s-so sorry."
"Shh…"
He pulled a shirt over his head as gently as he could. Kurt sighed, finally dressed, shielded from the rest of the world again. Blaine tried to smile, running his fingers through his hair.
"Alright," he breathed. "I'm gonna take you to the hospital now, okay?"
"Blaine," he whimpered, shaking his head and begging. "No, no, don't make me go. Th-they'll make me file a police report. They'll t-take pic-pictures-" He choked on tears.
"Kurt, baby," he soothed. "We can't just let him get away with what he did to you. I…I can't know that he's walking around out there and…Kurt, if he doesn't go to jail for this I'll kill him. I swear to God I will. After knowing what he did to you, I…" The tears were there again. "Please, baby, don't let him get away with hurting you."
Kurt looked at him, shaking at the idea of someone touching him. The whole reason he'd done what Roland had asked was for Blaine. If he didn't tell the police what Roland had done his career would be ruined, he might even…
He started out doing this for Blaine, and he was gonna finish it that way too.
"Will you stay with me?" He trembled. Blaine held his face again.
"Of course I will."
"W-we have to keep this a secret," he breathed. "I-if this got out, I…"
"We will. I promise," He swore. Kurt swallowed hard.
"Okay. I-I'll do it."
Liz called ahead to the hospital, explaining the importance and gravity of the situation while Blaine drove Kurt to the hospital.
The wounded boy spent the car ride curled against Blaine's side, clutching his shirt and crying silently. Blaine parked as close to the emergency room as he could, sighing when he parked. He looked at his husband, carefully tugging the hood up on his sweater. He held his face.
"It's gonna be okay, darling," he assured. "I promise it will be." Kurt nodded.
"I trust you."
A doctor corralled him as soon as he entered the building, being shuffled down the hall to a private room. He held onto Blaine's hand as tightly as he could, refusing to let up for a second.
"Excuse me, sir," a nurse said, stepping in front of Blaine, causing the whole group to stop. "You can't-"
"IF you don't let me go with him then I'll find a hospital that will. I'll keep my mouth shut and let you guys do your jobs but I'm not leaving him. You'd have to kill me first." he said firmly.
"It's alright, Karen," the doctor assured. "It's fine. I gotta get him out of here."
Blaine pushed past her, giving Kurt's hand a squeeze as he did.
Kurt closed his eyes as he entered the cool, white room, shaking already.
God, why can't this hell be over?