ey everyone! So, I haven't updated in a few days, i'm really sorry about that. Feel free to get mad at me if you wish.

My laptop is being a proverbial piece of poo at the moment. Gaah. I can't save any documents on it, and i can't hit certain buttons on websites, and if i want to click something i have to click the thing above it, and it's just confusing and frustrating. I have to take it in to get it looked at . Hopefully I can get it fixed. So, for the next while, I'll be writing my stories on library computers, so, sadly, it'll take me longer to update. Especially since i can only write at school, which gives me an hour in 2nd period if i am not working on my psychology class, and an hour after school because that's all the regional library allows. So. I can't spend hours blasting out chapters anymore. *cries*

Okay. I hope you all understand i'm just as upset about this delay as some of you may be. Some of the readers are really in to this, and i'm sorry I can't bring anything in sooner. So, Here's some klainehugs for you. *klainehugs*

Thank you everyone who read this note, and taking time for it, so as a reward, here's the story ! (: Enjoy.

Kurt sat in the bathtub, the water of the shower beating down over him as he cried. He let the water pour down over his face as his body shook with shock and fear, trying to calm himself down somehow, just somehow. He rubbed his eyes, sniffling as he took in a little gasp of air. He knew Blaine wasn't trying to overstep his boundaries, he knew it was just him getting caught in a heated moment.

He worried his lip between his teeth as he felt tears coming again as flashes of Karofsky grinding against him, rubbing him in all the wrong places, places that should have been Blaine's to touch. He sobbed into his hands, running his hands over his arms, through his hair, over his face; he felt like he was on fire, like his skin was eternally burned and crawling with filth. He leaned his face against the cold tiles, his sobs coming out louder as he shook. He wanted this feeling to end, he wanted all these feelings to disappate, the memories to be gone; he wanted his life back, he wanted his body back.

He heard a soft knock on the door and Kurt just curled even further into himself, trying to escape the world.

"Kurt... I... I am so, so sorry..."

Kurt sobbed again as he heard Blaine's voice; it was soothing, full of regret and love, but he was so tainted. He didn't deserve love. He didn't deserve the perfection that was Blaine.

"Kurt, please, say something, I... I didn't think, I shouldn't have..."

"Blaine," Kurt sobbed through the words, listening to the silence in the air, "I l-love you..." He cried even harder as the water slowly became cold, and he became aware of how long he'd been in there. He heard Blaine's breath wavering and he knew he was crying too.

"God... I love you too, Kurt. Always..."

Blaine sat on his and Kurt's bed, restless. Kurt had been in the bathroom for two hours; his sobs had subsided but he could hear gentle sniffles and little gasps from inside the closed door. Tears leaked from Blaine's eyes still, scared he'd screwed up more than he could fix. He bit down on his hand hard to keep from screaming; he wasn't the one who was supposed to make Kurt cry like this. He was supposed to make him feel better, help him in any way he can, not make him feel worse about himself. He fell over onto his side, crying softly into the sheets, feeling sick to his stomach.

He felt so useless. He couldn't even treat the person he loved most right. He couldn't do anything right. His tears came harder as all the words he'd ever been told ran through his mind, all the hateful and vicious things that had been screamed at him as he was beaten to the ground; the things his mind told him.

Kill yourself.

"I want to," Blaine's voice came out in soft whimpers of fear, his body shaking, "I deserve it..."

Nobody wants you.

"I know, God, I know... Nobody ever could..."

You disgust me.

"Me too..." He was hyperventilating now, his body trembling on the bed, his eyes squeezed tight; he was losing all coherent thought, all the words swirling through his brain in a flurry.

You fat piece of shit. You should have done better, Blaine. What is wrong with you? Fag. Disgusting piece of shit. Go kill yourself. Nobody will ever love you. You're a disgrace to the human race. Please kill yourself, do the world a favour. You make me want to puke. I can't believe God put you on Earth, I guess he can make mistakes. Fairy. Butt boy. You'll never be a man. You're such a girl. Fake. Attention seeker. You cut? You're such a failure. Everyone hates you! God why can't you just go the fuck away? You can't even fight back. Blaine. You're always going to be nothing. Blaine. Even your parents left you. Blaine. Anyone who loves you is lying; look at yourself, you're used goods. Blaine. Do you like that? DO YOU? BLAINE. Get on your knees. BLAINE. I told you to get on your fucking knees!

"Blaine! Snap out of it, BLAINE!"

Blaine's eyes shot open and he screamed, arms flailing as he jumped off the bed, running to the corner of the room. He slammed against the wall, screaming at the top of his lungs, his heart pounding in his chest as he slid to the floor, rocking back and forth in a ball. He shook his head, pressing his hands to his face.

"GOD, NO, STOP IT! PLEASE, LET ME GO, PLEASE! I DON'T WANT THIS! NO MORE! NO MORE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? PLEASE, NO, SOMEBODY! HELP ME!"

Kurt's eyes were wide and tears poured unabashedly from his eyes; he'd seen Blaine at many a low, but this... He had never seen Blaine literally break and lose reality.

"Blaine... It's me, Kurt..." Kurt tried to keep his voice steady and calm, trying to soothe Blaine, but it just seemed to further Blaine's hysterical state.

"Get away from me... Get away... Please.. Stop it... Please stop it..." Blaine was suddenly staring in front of him as if someone was there, and his eyes widened as he scurried away from the corner, in the opposite direction, and Kurt just watched in horror. He hadn't the slightest idea as to what was going on, the scene before him was horrifying; his boyfriend screaming bloody murder, crying and running from something that wasn't there. He was literally out of this world.

And Kurt had no idea how to bring him back.

"Blaine!" He cried out, his voice full of fear and absolute agony, "What is happening to you?"

Blaine didn't reply, simply whimpered as, whatever it was he was seeing, seemed to get closer to him.

"Please, get away from me!"

It dawned on Kurt that Blaine was having a major flashback, such an intense one, that his body and mind were set that he was in it. Kurt heard his bedroom door open, and saw a horrified Finn, Burt, and Carole, looking on. Kurt lifted his hand to them, telling them to stay put, and he turned back to Blaine.

"Blaine," he breathed, trying to ease his way into Blaine's subconcious, "who is coming near you?"

Blaine whimpered, slamming himself down on the floor and Kurt's gut wrenched itself in his body; this was like a horror movie, one he did not want to see.

"Blaine... Who is it?"

Blaine's mouth opened and closed as he screamed again, causing Carole to cry helplessly, and Burt to stare in absolute fright, Finn's face locked in a similar state.

Blaine waved his arms, flailing his fists, appearing to punch whoever his attacker seemed to be.

"UNCLE BRANDON, NO, PLEASE!" Blaine's screams rang out as he tried to roll away, only to hit his head on the leg of the bed, knocking him silent for a moment. He opened his eyes, vision blurry as he sat up, rubbing his head. He looked around and saw Kurt's family staring at him, Carole crying and Burt, as well as Finn, white as ghosts. He turned and saw Kurt, who was trembling, practically quaking, frozen in place as his tears overflowed from his eyes.

Blaine stood, stepping to Kurt, who just stayed frozen, his lip quivering at a horribly fast pace, his blue eyes wide and pupils small in his state of horror, fear, and shock. Blaine looked back and forth at everyone, tears welling in his eyes as he wondered why they were all looking at him like he was a monster.

"Wh...What did I do... Oh my god, what did I do?" His voice became desperate, full of fear that he had done something to Kurt, or said something horrid to him without realizing it; all he remembered was sitting on the bed, crying, wanting to apologize to Kurt.

Kurt stepped forwards, touching Blaine's face gently. He ran his hand down his neck, over his chest, and over his heart, and felt it pounding. His lip quivered still as he took in a shaky breath, tears still falling.

"B..Blaine..." His voice was weak, and sad, and Blaine stared at him wide-eyed, wanting to know what he'd done, wanting to know how he'd screwed up, yet again.

Kurt pulled Blaine into his arms, holding him tight, his body collapsing against his boyfriends as his knees fell apart beneath him, causing him to kneel down on the floor, Blaine following. Kurt kissed his neck, sobbing and holding him as tightly as he could, wanting to wash away all of Blaine's memories, all of the pain Blaine went through, everything he knew just the same as Blaine did.

Blaine hugged Kurt back as well, his voice wavering.

"K-Kurt..? What did I do?"

Kurt pulled back, kissing him gently, their tears mixing in with the kiss, tasting strongly of salt- of sadness.

"God, Blaine... Nothing.. I am so sorry Blaine... I'm so sorry..."

Blaine looked at him in confusion, then to his family.

"Wh... What do you mean you're sorry... What's going on?"

Burt let out a breath through his nose, tears in his eyes.

"Blaine, son..."

Blaine stared up at him, wanting an explanation as Kurt cried listlessly.

Burt's worried, and paiend eyes locked on him, tears beginning to fall.

"Were you... Were you raped by your uncle?"

Blaine's eyes widened and his mouth hung slack, his blood freezing and his body locking in a tight set. He turned paler than ever, and he showed no sign of movement.

You will never be loved.

Okay, so, I know normally i have more than one scene in a chapter, but this needed no distractions. This was a scene that needed to be brought out on it's own; it's probably the most important scene with Blaine that there will ever be in this story. So, I hope I did well on it. I used personal experiences of people i know, and I myself having such bad panic attacks from our past we literally break out and go back to that occurance and move as if it is happening; it's a scary thing. So, I hope i made it realistic and, well, i hope it was scary. It's supposed to be.

Well... Review and let me know?

-Echo.