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Recap: Kurt got raped by Karofsky. Blaine was just a few minutes too late, but broke Karofsky's ribs and nose, taking Kurt to his house and comforting him in any way he could in this situation.

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Kurt woke up in the middle of the night, sweating. He had a nightmare about that day. He hoped he had dreamt it all. He sat up but bit his lip as pain shot inside him. He moved his legs and could feel blood crusted all around his inner thighs and tears slipped out of his lips. He was sure he was hurt somehow. He looked over as he felt weight on his stomach, and saw Blaine, his arm lovingly draped around the taller boy. Kurt smiled weakly at the beautiful sight; he didn't have the heart to wake him. He gently moved Blaine's arm, slowly rising off the bed, weakly walking to the bathroom to attempt to clean the blood. He turned on the light in the room and gasped as he saw the rope bruises on his wrists and ankles, as well as the black eye he sported along with the cuts and bruises on his chest, back, and thighs.

He grabbed a washcloth, and moistened it with hot water. He pulled his pants and boxers down gently, seething in pain. He slowly wiped at the blood but it was no use. He couldn't do it without crying. Suddenly his thigh trembled and he felt a drip. He looked down and blood was pouring down his legs. From his back and his ass. Then the burning started. He screamed, falling to the floor, and he could hear Blaine shoot up from the bed and bolt to the bathroom. Kurt curled up on the floor shaking and Blaine ran in, gasping as he saw blood all over the tile floor.

He picked up the boy, pulling up his boxers only, pulling off the pants. He put shoes on his feet and grabbed his keys, carrying him down the stairs. He kicked open his front door, running to his car. He laid Kurt in the backseat, his heart breaking as tears continued pouring down his face, blood beginning to stain the car seats. Blaine closed the door and then ran around to the drivers seat. He turned the ignition on and began to speed to the hospital.

He heard Kurt scream again and tears rolled down his cheeks. He just wanted to make it better.

He wanted Kurt's life to be better.

Blaine patiently sat in the waiting room, waiting for three things. First, he was waiting for the doctor to come back and tell him if Kurt was hurt internally. Two, he was waiting for Burt, Carole, and Finn to show up. Three...

He was just waiting to wake up.

Seeing Kurt in this much pain had to be just an awful nightmare.

Right?

'Blaine..'

Blaine looked up through his blurry, glassy, bloodshot eyes. His vision cleared through his crystal tears and he realized that Burt, Carole, and Finn had arrived, as well as the rest of the New Directions and the Warblers.

Rachel stepped up, tears in her eyes.

'Is... Is Kurt.. Is he okay?'

Blaine bit his lip, shaking his head.

'No... Not really...'

Finn was frozen solid, a blank frown on his face. Blaine glanced over at him and Finn's eyes flashed when they made contact. He burst forward, pushing Blaine up against the wall angrily.

'Dude, why the FUCK did you not call Burt and I? We're his family for fuck's sake! Why didn't you tell us right away he got fucking raped?' Finn winded back to punch him and Blaine just closed his eyes tightly, but the pain never came. In fact, the grip disappeared.

He opened his eyes, and Puck, Sam, Mike, And Rachel as well were all holding him back. Rachel was crying and pressing her head into his chest.

'Finn, don't do that. Don't act like that. Kurt loves him. Blaine loves Kurt, Kurt is your brother, don't hurt the thing Kurt loves. You scare me and everyone else when you get like that...'

Finn suddenly realized that there were indeed, fearful looks amongst the other glee club girls and some of the guys. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He began to cry and he just shook his head.

'I just feel like it's my fault. Like i should have saved him. I always should have saved him, ever since the bullying started but i was too cool...' He said the word with disgust, towards himself. He was ashamed. So very, very ashamed.

Finn felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Blaine looking him in the eye. Finn looked straight into his brown, bloodshot eyes, and saw the true pain he was feeling at this very moment for Finn's regret, and the love he had for Kurt. Finn hugged Blaine, who stiffened, but hugged back, knowing it was a moment of understanding as well as comfort. And to be honest, they both needed it.

Finn pulled back and Blaine patted his shoulder and Finn smiled weakly, causing Blaine to do the same as they shared a soft nod of new understanding for each other.

'Excuse me, is there a Blaine Anderson in the room?'

Blaine whipped around.

'That's me.'

The nurse looked at him worriedly.

'Kurt is asking for you.'

Blaine walked into the room, pushing through the curtain. He walked over to Kurt, who's eyes were closed softly, tears on his face. Blaine leaned down and kissed them away, causing Kurt to open his eyes. He looked at Blaine, then took his hand, closing his eyes, reveling in the feeling of his soft yet calloused hands against his own porcelain skin.

Blaine bit his lip, not sure what to say, or what to ask. Was there a safe thing to say? He didn't know what to say in this situation. He felt so useless, so helpless.

'Blaine.'

Blaine looked Kurt in the eye, brushing his hair with his hand gently, soothing the beautiful boy.

'Yes, Kurt?'

Kurt smiled weakly.

'I don't have any internal injuries. Just bruising. It'll be healed in a month or so.'

Blaine let out a breath he had been withholding. He smiled at Kurt softly, then nuzzled his nose against his boyfriends' lovingly. He looked Kurt in the eye, sadness and love pouring throughout them.

'Kurt... Can I kiss you?'

Kurt nodded gently, tearing up.

'Right now, I'd want nothing more.'

Blaine stroked his love's cheek softly, leaning down, their lips connecting. It was soft, gentle. Beautiful. It was full of love, passion, and sorrow. So many emotions that they were both feeling at once. Kurt licked Blaine's bottom lip, signifying he wanted more of the boy he loved, and Blaine complied, opening his mouth gently. He slid his tongue into Kurt's mouth and Kurt softly sucked on it, causing Blaine to moan softly.

Blaine put his hand on Kurt's chest gently, and Kurt put his own hand over it, stroking his knuckles with his thumb. Blaine had a tear roll down his face and it slid down into Kurt's mouth who tasted the salt of the tears. He felt his own eyes began to tear up as he thought about how lucky they both were. They both drifted on the same thoughts. They were completely in love, head-over-heels in love. What they felt for each other at that moment, at every moment of every day, was truly something to die for. It was pure, complete, beautiful.

They both didn't think they deserved each other. Kurt thought Blaine deserved someone more attractive, stronger. Blaine thought Kurt deserved someone sweeter, more romantic, just absolute perfection. They were both so perfectly in tune with each other. They both knew deep down, that nothing, absolutely nothing would ever break them apart in any way.

Blaine pulled back for air and looked into Kurt's now slightly blue eyes. Kurt smiled dreamily, tears falling from his eyes. Their loving smiles matched each other and they hugged, so caught up in the floating feeling of love.

No words needed to be said. They just needed to be held by each other.

That was all they ever needed.

Blaine pulled back, kissing Kurt again quickly. He smiled weakly at him.

'Your dad, Carole, and Finn are here. Finn must have called Rachel, who probably called the Warblers and the New Directions; everyone is here to see you. They want to know you're okay. I know you're not, but they'll be so happy to know that you don't have any internal damage.'

Kurt nodded slowly and Blaine squeezed his hand softly before leaving for a moment. He returned with everyone, and they were all hugging Kurt and talking to him. Blaine smiled as he saw Kurt smile at all of them, responding to all of them gently. Suddenly, the door burst open to the room, causing everyone to turn.

There were three cops at the door, and the nurse was behind them, looking confused and flustered. The cops looked around.

'Who is Blaine Anderson.'

Blaine looked at them in confusion.

'Um, I am..'

Two of the cops suddenly tackled him to the ground, and Kurt watched, screaming.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?'

The third cop pulled out his reciever pressing a button.

'We found him. Tell the boy at the office he's in custody.'

Kurt sat up, ignoring the ripping pain in his back. He didn't care. Everyone pushed him back down. Kurt's tears fell uncontrollably.

'Why are you arresting Blaine, what did he do!'

The cop turned to all of them, glancing down at a struggling Blaine in disgust.

'We had a young football player come into our office and tells us he witnessed him raping you, Kurt. He said there was evidence in the room. A knife, and some ropes he used to tie you. We got there and sure enough, the knife had his DNA, as well as the ropes.'

Blaine and Kurt's eyes widened.

Karofsky.

Blaine was pulled up to his feet and he struggled and everyone in the room was arguing in his favor.

'No, you've got it all wrong! The football player who came to you, it was Dave Karofsky! HE raped Kurt! Kurt called me and i came to save him, check Kurt's phone! I'll be the last call, around 4 pm! I came and found him tied! I love Kurt more than anything, i would never do that to him!'

Kurt bit his lip, knowing someone might say something but he needed to help Blaine.

"Blaine is my boyfriend, and if he wanted to have sex with me, I would let him because i want it too! Blaine didn't rape me!'

Everyone looked at him and the police saw the geniune truth in his eyes. The cops looked uneasily at Blaine. He didn't entirely look like the type to be a rapist...

'..So why did you have a knife with you?'

Blaine stiffened and looked at the ground. His eyes darkened over, and he sighed shakily.

'I was beaten up really badly at my school before Dalton. Ever since then I owned a pocket knife. I only recently started carrying it around again...'

The cops looked at him, concerned now.

'Mr. Anderson... Why?'

Blaine looked up sadly.

'I don't want my father to hurt me.'

The room fell silent and the cop slowly pulled out his reciever.

'Scratch that. The boy's innocent. Did you get the name of the one who came in? Keep it. He's the prime suspect here. And also...' He glanced at Blaine.

'I need you to make an appointment with a counselor.'

Okay guys, here's your next chapter! Enjoy!

I love you all (:

-Echo.