Ch 9: Learning New Things

Kurt rolled over when he heard his phone go off, picking it up and looking at the screen through tired eyes. He sat straight up in bed when he saw the text he sent a reply straight back to Santana.

I'm on my way, be there soon, is he okay? –K

The answer came almost immediately.

He is sleeping right now, but I don't know for how much longer. Just a warning he doesn't look good. See you when you get here. – S

Kurt climbed out of bed, all traces of tiredness gone from his body. Blaine needed him and that was all that mattered. He pulled on a pair of black skinnies, wincing as they hit the cuts on his hip. Pulling on a t-shirt and grabbing a purple hoodie, he grabbed his keys and his phone. Stopping shortly in the kitchen to leave his dad a note as to why he wasn't there, he made his way to his car. On the outside Kurt seemed calm, on the inside; however, he was screaming. The only thing that was important to him right now was getting to Blaine and making sure he was okay. The drive to Santana's house only took about twenty minutes. For that entire twenty minutes Kurt was going over every little thing that could have gone wrong.

He pulled into Santana's drive way only to see her sitting on the stoop waiting for him. He got out of his car quickly and walked over to her.

"What happened?" he asked in a shaky whisper.

Santana looked up at Kurt, and he was shocked to see tears in her eyes. "He just showed up on my doorstep at 1:30. He has been here since, but I won't tell you what happened but first, Kurt let me see your arms."

"What, why?"

"Kurt, please. I won't judge you I just want to see."

Kurt sighed and silently pulled up his sleeve, exposing the angry red lines to Santana. She stood up shakily and grabbed his wrist running her fingers lightly over the cuts before sighing.

"Come on, I'll take you to him."

Kurt followed Santana silently as they made their way up the stairs. She stopped at a door and put her ear to it for a second before opening it slowly. Kurt looked around the door to see Blaine curled up around a pillow with his back to the door. Santana pushed him gently into the room and closed the door behind him. Kurt walked over to the bed and sat down putting a gentle hand on Blaine's hip. Blaine didn't move, so Kurt leaned up to kiss him gently on the forehead. That was when he saw the bruise on Blaine's cheek and jaw. He stopped and looked in horror at Blaine's face, touching it gently he felt Blaine start to stir.

Blaine rolled over, expecting Santana and seeing Kurt instead. He shrunk back a little.

"What are you doing here, how I was going to text you in a couple hours."

"Santana texted me and told me that you needed me. You know for being the big bitch that she is, she really does care."

Blaine looked at Kurt and sat up slightly resting a hand on Kurt's cheek and pulling Kurt in for a kiss. This kiss was different. It was sweet and passionate, Blaine needed Kurt right now. Kurt pulled him closer and deepened the kiss pulling Blaine forward so that he was straddling him. He reached down to Blaine's stomach when he saw Blaine wince. Kurt raised Blaine's shirt shakily scared of what he would find. The massive bruise he saw on Blaine's stomach made him back up slightly he looked down at Blaine in pure horror.

"Baby, what?"

Blaine sat up and looked at him, "My father. I told him about, well us. And he didn't take it all that well. He kind of threw me across the room, and told me to get out."

"So you don't have anywhere to go?"

"No nowhere, but that isn't the important part. I need to tell you something. When I was little, I had problems dealing with things, so I … I turned to cutting.' He stretched him arm out and showed Kurt the five white lines that stood out against his skin. 'This is why I don't want you to start. I love you too much to watch you mutilate yourself."

Kurt looked down at Blaine with tears in his eyes, and leaned in kissing him sweetly. Blaine pulled him closer, trying to deepen the kiss, but Kurt pulled back.

"Sweetie, I am so sorry about your father, and as much as I would love to continue this I need to get you home. Come on."

"Home?" Blaine looked at him like Kurt had just betrayed him.

"Yes honey, home with me." He kissed him sweetly on the forehead.

Blaine slid off the bed and followed Kurt to the living room to see Santana sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.

"Santana?"

Her head shot up as she looked at them.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes,' Kurt said, 'everything is fine I am going to take him home, tell everyone at school that he isn't feeling well and he will most likely be back at school tomorrow."

"Yeah sure, no problem. Babe? You ready."

"Yeah.' Blaine said quietly, walking over to Santana and hugging her, 'thank you for letting me in."

Santana hugged him back gently, "You're welcome Birdy, everything will be okay I promise."

"Thanks San, I'll see you tomorrow or the day after."

"Alright, bye you guys."

Kurt walked up to Santana and hugged her tightly, "Thank you." He whispered in her ear.

Santana nodded slightly and showed them out.

They walked out to the car silently and slowly with a half asleep Blaine still leaning on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt slid Blaine into the car and then walked over to Blaine's car and found it still unlocked. He dipped his head inside and grabbed Blaine's keys and phone from the center console. He grabbed the guitar and the duffle bag from the back seat. He juggled everything until it rested in his arms. Locking the car he walked quickly back to his own and slid Blaine's bag into the back seat along with his guitar. Kurt considered for a moment before closing the door and opening the driver side door, he slid in dropping Blaine's phone and keys into his own center console. He took a deep breath before starting the engine and driving off.