Hey Guys!

I had a bit of trouble trying to pick up where I left off on the last chapter but i finally managed it! I know it's a bit short but you DO get to find out what happened with Karofsky.

Enjoy!

Kurt waited in the small living room, looking around he vaguely remembered the spot and noticed that it hadn't really changed since he was last here. Fair enough there may have been a few new ornaments but Mrs Karofsky always liked decorative nick-nacks and air fresheners around the home in a pleasant manner in attempt to make it more attractive to guests which is probably why the soft scent of vanilla invaded Kurt's nostrils. The soft click of the arm on the clock as it tick-tocked away kept the silence at bay as Kurt found himself suddenly uninterested in the decor anymore and focused on tapping his knee in anxiety. Dave hadn't said much and left to go to the kitchen a short while ago, probably getting the pair of them some drinks to be polite aswell as breaking the ice a bit.

A shattering sound radiated from the next room and across the hall causing Kurt to leap up in concern and make his way to the kitchen, there shards of delicate porcelain littered the tiled floor in an erratic pattern, Dave knelt trying to pick up the pieces and hold as many as he could with his one good hand. Licking his suddenly dry plump lips Kurt knelt down to help pick up the smaller, more dangerous pieces before taking the ones from Dave's hand with his fingers softly grazing only for the contact to quickly fade as Kurt moved upwards into a standing position and discard the remains of the cup into the bin.

Dvae remained knelt before Kurt linked his arm underneath his armpit to assist him in getting up. Kurt sighed and went to the top unit, taking out two ceramic mugs and placing them on the counter as he set the kettle to reboil before guilt flooded through his chest. How useless must Dave feel by this? Kurt had hated how many times he had to rely on his Dad, Brother and even Blaine to talk for him, so whatever feeling that the larger boy was feeling Kurt could relate to...

Stepping aside he gesture for Dave to continue making coffee as he lent his back on the counter, his arms propping up as he watched him attempt the task again. Wordlessly Kurt continued to help, the two passing each other coffee granules, milk and sugar back and forth from the cups to the fridge in sync just like they had used to so many times before. Kurt placed the two cups on the table, the wooden chairs pulled out as they bothe began to sit and sip away at their beverages.

"If I had known...for a moment, that anyone would have done anything like this...I would have never let them near you I swear..." Dave's voice was soft and quiet and would have probably been missed if Kurt's hearing hadn't gotten so much better with the absence of his speech. The thin porcelain boy moved his hand in response atop of Dave's in a conforting gesture with a small knowing smile.

"I..I-..d-oon't..." Kurt choked a little as he tried to get out what he was thinking, "b..b..blaa..me yooou. I..i'mm glaa..d yoo..ur safe.." the relief waved across him in swift motions, happy and proud that he had managed after so long to speak and let Karofsky know how he felt.

"I still love you...Santana said that...you moved on?" Adjusting his cast on his arm he psed the question looking directly into Kurt's gorgeous blue eyes solemnly but surprisingly with a small smile on his face. They couldn't have ever been together, he knew that and he was only glad that Kurt knew it too. The only regret that he had was that they had ended on such a low point...

Kurt pulled back his hand and turned his head as he leant back into his jean pocket to pull ou his iPhone and showing him a picture of Blaine.

Walking through the halls of Peridot Kurt felt like a battle within him had been calmed, settled and truly felt like he would get better. The weeks past like wildfire, the texts back and forth of reassurance and positivity he got from Karofsky was encouraging and along with Blaine by his side he felt like it was only going to get better.

That was until Blaine got upset about it.

Kurt had popped downstairs to bake some treats with Aisling and David to raise money for the New Directions' to go to Regionals. Warblers' helping raise money for New Directions'? Well, that had been the arguement but after Brittany and Puck raved so much about his baking Rachel had insisted that he as a former member contribute by baking cakes. It hardly helped that Finn had backed the idea and Kurt was sure that they would just eat the sugary treats for themselves...

Blaine had waited upstairs, planning a movie marathon of Harry Potter and getting the DVD player ready when he had heard Kurt's phone buzz against the wooden surface of the dresser. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kurt but the curiousity after it had buzzed another three times was itching at him unconfortably. He couldn't believe who the message was from and the fact that the texts were nice felt insulting, more insulting than if the messages had been nasty and filled with venom.

Floating into the room with a radiating smile on his face, Kurt didn't notice the solemn look on Blaine's, laughing at the flour on his face making him sneeze from the flour fight that had ensued when Wes had been riled up downstairs. Kurt didn't condone the violent throwing of perfectly good ingredients but Wes's face when an egg was cracked on his head was YouTube gold and so the mute boy was asking for it when they realised he had recorded it and uploaded via iPhone app.

Wiping a flannel over his face Kurt giggled and adjusted his navy shirt before looking at Blaine with concern. Blaine placed a finger inbetween his orange bowtie, pulling it roughly for it to loosen up a little around his neck before sighing and wiping his hand over his face and looking at Kurt.

"Why is he texting you? Kurt...after what he did! I-..." tears welled up in his honeysuckle eyes as he remembered what Finn had told him about the accident, shaking his head when Kurt did the same harshly, trying to get Blaine to be resonable by crawling on top of the bed and holding his handsome face in his hands to look at him whislt the salt tears slipped from the olive sking of Blaine's cheek and onto the smooth milky white of Kurt's fingers.

He kept shaking his head as Blaine looked directly at him, telling him something...

Placing a soft kiss to Blaine's lips their foreheads met for a moment before he moved off the bed to find a notepad, sitting huddled next to Blaine when he had found one and a pen.

'It wasn't Dave's fault. He's gay Blaine... he came out to me first and..we started dating...'

"I know this Kurt! He used you! He played an awful game by making you fall in love with h-" Blaine's anger had bubbled to the surface at Kurt's attempt to defend the bully to be stopped by Kurt plaing a hand over his mouth and gesturing with his body that if he wasn't going to listen...he wasn't going to bother to explain. Kurt looked serious and Blaine relented, allowing Kurt to finish...

'He wasn't ready to come out but we had feelings for each other. Despite the bullying, We worked past the way he had treated me prior to coming out and we just...fit. Being gay in Ohio isn't a good thing. You would know also Blaine. Well, we had been dating in secret for a while and he was going to tell his parents then his friends' but some people found out...saw us kissing in a parking lot and...'

Blaine felt his chest tighten as Kurt's grip began to sdo so on the pen making his finger turn slightly red.

' We were attacked. Dad and Finn blame Dave, so do the rest of the New Directions' and you can't really blame them after the way he treated me before. He gave me bruises, made me cry...they didn't see how gentle and caring he was after. His friends' blame me for 'making him gay' and our parents kept us away from each other to a point that they had me transferred to a different hospital. I never knew what happened to him..."

"Do you still love him?" Blaine felt horrible with that being his first question, terrible that after finding out the truth that he was scared to be left for another. "I mean, I get it but..you..?" Trying to find the words was a nightmare, especially when his throat was tightening so that and sound he made came out into a strangled cry or a sob.

"I...I...Lo...oove...You"

So I wanted to focus on Kurt's prior relationship with Karofsky. I didn't felt the need to go into detail about the actual accident just yet.

I know most of you were expecting Karofsky to be a bad guy but in all fairness, the valentine episode of Glee? Seriously? I fell in love with Karofsky because lets be fair, being gay can't be easy even if he did do some horrible things.

Not saying it's justified! But could anyone really hate him after the gorilla costume?

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-Eve