Welcome to another chapter. I'm so glad that you guys are supporting and following this story! You are what keeps this going! This is the chapter that we find out what happened to Kurt!

Chapter 5: Kurt's story

Kurt shifted and turned, his arm flinging out. He expected to hit the mattress. He wasn't expecting anything to grunt and shift under him. Kurt wrinkled his face and cracked an eye open. It took a while to adjust but he found himself lying across Blaine. Blaine was still asleep, looking adorable, his mouth was parted slightly, hair curly and wild.

Kurt blushed and tried to slip off Blaine but Blaine's arms were snaked around his waist. He tightened his grip as Kurt tried to get away.
"Where you goin'?" Blaine mumbled.
Kurt sighed and laid his head back on Blaine chest.

Blaine's hand travelled up Kurt's back, up and down, soothing him. He knew Kurt would feel embarrassed about last night but he didn't want him too. He wanted Kurt to trust him.
Blaine glanced at the clock and saw that it was past ten. Kurt noticed Blaine moving and followed his gaze.
Kurt sat up, ignoring Blaine's protest and grabbed a pen and paper.

Everyone is out. Dad and Carol had to go to work and Finn was going to Quinn's.

Blaine nodded and sat up, rubbing his face. He looked at Kurt and saw that his eyes were puffy but he was looking at Blaine with kind eyes. Kurt took a deep breath and started writing.

About last night. The dream. I wanted to say thank you...for being here and not freaking out.

"It's nothing Kurt," Blaine insisted. "I'm glad I was here."

The dream...it was about what happened.

Blaine swallowed and looked at Kurt who was staring at Blaine with trusting eyes.
"Kurt, you don't have to tell me," Blaine said quietly.
Kurt shook his head.

I want to. I've never told anyone. You..you deserve to know.

Blaine nodded and leaned back against the head board. Kurt curled up next to him and began to write, his pen scratching against the paper.

The school I was attending before Dalton was McKinley. I was the only gay kid out...probably the only one out in this town.
Ever since I started school I was tossed in the dumpster before class. The jocks (footballers, hockey players, basket ball players) would always toss me in there. Teachers saw, but they never did anything about it.

Blaine gasped and wrapped and arm around Kurt's shoulder. Kurt took a shuddering breath and continue.

They were cruel. They threw pee balloons at me, nailed my lawn furniture to the roof of my house. I had to take spare clothes to school because they would always through slushies in my face. It's like getting bitch slapped by an iceberg.
They would put things in my locker; maple syrup over my books, ants, pre-made suicide notes with how to instructions.

"Shit Kurt," Blaine whimpered. Kurt squeezed his hand, a tear running down his cheek.

They would slam me into lockers for no reason. They would try and trip me down the stairs, lock me in the port-a-loos, patriotic wedgies (where they hoist you up the flag pole by your underwear).

Blaine closed his eyes and dropped his head on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt waited for Blaine to look up again before continuing.

There was one Neanderthal who made it his mission to make my life hell. He was the one who did most of the things to me. He sprained my wrist tripping me down some stairs, cracked a rib when he slammed me into a locker. One day...I just snapped. I confronted him, followed him in to the locker room. I thought he was going to punch me but he...

"Kurt," Blaine whispered.

He kissed me, Blaine. He stole my first kiss. He tried to do it again but I pushed him away. He punched the locker and left.

Blaine hugged Kurt tightly, tears dripping down his face. Kurt's tears dropped on to the page in front of them. Kurt hands shook as he continued.

I didn't tell anyone at first. My dad...he had a heart attack not long ago, I didn't want to cause him stress. One day Karofsky (that's his name) he crowded me up against a locker and asked if I had said anything. I told him it wasn't my secret to tell. He said good, and that if I ever did...he would kill me.

Blaine sucked in a breath and was almost crushing Kurt he was holding him so tight.
"God Kurt," Blaine breathed. "Please, please tell me he didn't try to."
Kurt shifted and Blaine groaned.

I was terrified. He kept slamming me into lockers, keeping an eye on me. He got so paranoid. One day he snapped and he...he grabbed me by throat and lifted me off the ground. He said...he said that he would make sure I could never tell anyone.

Blaine chocked back a sob.

I was so lucky that Puck, Finn, Sam and Mike came walking in when they did. They pulled him off me and Finn punched Karofsky, knocked him out. Mike pulled me away from him but I couldn't breathe. I thought he was going to choke me to death.
They got Sue Sylvester and she called the police. Karofsky got sent to Juvie. I spent nearly a month in hospital, on constant oxygen. I was unconscious for about a week. He damaged my throat...he took my voice.

Kurt sobbed and Blaine held him tightly, his own tears falling.

Dad wouldn't let me go back. He looked in Dalton while I was in hospital. Dad.. he won't let me go anywhere by myself, someone has to come pick me up, in case any of the other jocks decide to finish was Karofsky started.

"Shit Kurt," Blaine said, tears falling freely. "I'm so sorry."
Kurt turned and faced Blaine, gently wiping his tears. Blaine wiped Kurt's tears and pulled him into a hug. They stayed like that, just holding each other.
"I was bullied at my school too. Not nearly as bad as you," Blaine said quietly. "I ran. I went to Dalton. Kurt, you are so strong. I don't know how you did it."

Kurt shook his head and pulled away.
"You have so much courage," Blaine implored.
Kurt picked up the pen again and scribbled down something.

I flinch at every loud noise. I'm afraid to fall asleep. I'm afraid to be alone. I can barley eat I get so nervous.

"After everything you've through I don't blame you," Blaine said softly. "But I promise Kurt, nobody at Dalton will ever hurt you. I won't let them."
Kurt looked up into Blaine's eyes and saw the passion and sincerity. Kurt became hyper aware just how pressed he was into Blaine.

I've been going to the doctors...they say I may be able to talk again. My throat is healing.

"That's fantastic Kurt," Blaine gushed. Kurt nodded.
Kurt hesitantly reached up and touched Blaine's face. Blaine's breath hitched but didn't pull away. He leaned into Kurt's touch.
'Thank you' Kurt mouthed to him.

"Telling me that," Blaine said, his voice cracking. "You made me fall harder for you."
Kurt's breathing quickened and licked his lips.
"I really like you Kurt," Blaine breathed. Kurt whimpered and nodded.
'I like you too' Kurt mouthed.

"Can I...," Blaine hesitated. "Can I kiss you?"
Kurt whimpered and nodded. Slowly and gently Blaine leaned in and captured Kurt's lips with his. Kurt's lips were soft and he tasted amazing. Blaine slowly moved his lips against Kurt's, holding him close and cupping his cheek. Kurt whimpered and kissed Blaine back, clutching Blaine's shirt with one hand and cupping Blaine's cheek with the other.

Blaine gently pulled away and rested his forehead against Kurt's, still holding him tightly. Blaine opened his eyes and found that Kurt's blue eyes were looking back at him.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" Blaine asked.
'Yes' Kurt mouthed against Blaine's lips and gently pecked them again. They both broke out into smiles and both had never been happier.

The moment ended when Blaine's stomach rumbled and the both chuckled.
Kurt jumped off the bed and held out his hand. Blaine grinned and took Kurt's hand and allowed himself to be tugged up.
"I just need to use the bathroom," Blaine said. Kurt nodded and signed that he would be down stairs.

Blaine took a moment to collect himself before heading down stairs. Kurt stood in the kitchen, cooking pancakes. He jumped slightly when Blaine's arms wrapped around his waist.
"Mmm, I love pancakes," Blaine moaned softly and Kurt grinned.
He shooed Blaine away and finished cooking them. Together they sat down, eating breakfast, smiling brightly at each other.

After breakfast the quickly did the dishes and changed out of their sleep wear. Blaine grinned at he watched Kurt style his hair to perfection. Blaine had decided to leave his hair curly for the day, seeing Kurt eying it in the mirror.

They went down into the living room and Blaine chose a Disney movie to watch. They were half way through watching Tangled when a thought occurred to Blaine.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked and Kurt looked up from where he was lying on Blaine's chest.
"What did your friends do? About the bullying?" Blaine asked.

Kurt bit his lip sadly.
He quickly grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled a note down.

Being in Glee club at McKinley automatically makes you a loser. You are the bottom of the food chain. Everyone has gotten bullied, slushy facials, Artie (a friend of mine) he's in a wheel chair. They locked him in the port-a-loos and hoisted him up the flag pole too.
They weren't targeted as often as I was and I've always been bullied since I was in kindergarten so nobody noticed.

Blaine took a deep, calming breath and kissed the top of Kurt head.
"I'm so glad you are at Dalton," Blaine murmured into Kurt's hair. Kurt linked their finger's together and squeezed his hand.
Blaine continued to watch Kurt for a moment before turning back to the TV, his thoughts on Kurt and how much had been through.

He knew it was good for Kurt to talk about it and he had been honoured that Kurt trusted him enough. They stayed in each other's arms, not moving until the heard the front door open, signalling that someone was home.

Hmm...I hope that was OK. I'm not too good at writing the horribly depressing stuff. I hope it was OK. Please review!