I hated leaving it with them both upset. I started writing this chapter within an hour after writing the last one. But then my day got away from me and now I'm putting this out at my regular time.
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Last time on "Try Me":
Opening the door, he cried out, backing away from the sight in front of him. Kurt was curled up on the floor of the tiny closet, his knees up against his chest. His arms were held protectively over his head and he was shivering, high pitched whimpers of pain escaping him.
"Kurt," Blaine said urgently, getting over his shock and going to him.
"Please, please, Blaine. Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me. Just tell me what I did wrong and I won't do it again, I promise," Kurt sobbed in between moans of pain.
Blaine dropped to his knees and began to cry.
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"Kurt, please, I'm not going to hurt you. Let me help you out of there," Blaine pleaded, tears coursing down his cheeks.
"You're mad, I heard you y-yelling," Kurt whimpered, his voice colored with fear and pain. "You're going to h-hurt me."
"Try me," Blaine challenged, holding out his hand. He tamped down his tears, determined to show Kurt that he would never harm him. Just the thought that Kurt thought he would, made his heart ache in a way he'd never experienced.
Kurt stared at him, his large gray blue eyes full of tears and wariness. Sniffling, he finally put his hands down, no longer covering his head protectively.
"Come on, Kurt, try me. Give me a chance. Have I ever hurt you?" Blaine asked softly.
After a moment more of eye contact, Kurt shook his head.
"Even when I was an asshole to you, I never hurt you. It would fly in the face of everything I have fought for in my life. I would never and will never hurt you, Kurt, you have to believe me," Blaine said, his voice ringing with truth and sincerity.
Slowly, Kurt's hand reached out to Blaine, silently asking for help and showing his trust. Blaine breathed a deep sigh of relief and took Kurt's hand in his. Easing his other hand behind Kurt for leverage he helped the shivering man out of the closet. For a moment, he held Kurt to his chest, relief flooding through his system.
Neither spoke as Blaine walked him back to the bedroom, Kurt's body shaking and slightly hunched in pain. Once he was settled in among the pillows and blankets, Blaine gave him a pain pill then crawled up next to him and took his hand.
"Why did you hide, Kurt?" he asked softly.
"You were yelling," Kurt replied. "You sounded so angry. When David gets that tone it means pain and lots of it. I had just been wondering when I would finally screw up and make you angry and that's when you began yelling. I knew I had to hide. I didn't have the strength to run out the door so I hid in the closet," he finished quietly.
"You've been in fear this whole time that I would blow up and hurt you?" Blaine asked incredulously.
"Of course, Blaine. It's all I know. I am a worthless fuck up, it's the only thing I do best," Kurt smiled wryly. "I figured it was only a matter of time before I somehow found the one thing that would piss you off enough to make you come after me. And look, it worked."
"Kurt, listen to me," Blaine said angrily. "You are not a fuck up, you are not worthless, you are not deserving of anger and abuse. You were terribly unlucky enough to end up with one of the few assholes on this planet who would dare to treat you unkindly. Do you have any idea how I feel when I look at you?"
"Disgust?" Kurt asked, his voice breaking. "That's all anyone ever feels when they look at me. Except Rachel and Mercedes, but I think they just pity me."
"First, Kurt, I think your friends would be insulted that you think so low of them. They truly care about you. They've been in contact with me every day to check on you. They risked running into Karofsky just to get some of your stuff for you. I think you need to give them more credit," Blaine chided. "As for me, when I look at you, I see a man who has been through hell and back after daring to give his heart to someone. I see a beautiful, gorgeous man who can't see his true self clearly. I see someone who wants to become stronger physically to match the strength he has on the inside. I see someone I want to get to know better because he is interesting and fun to talk to and be with," Blaine continued, his tone going soft and sincere. "Kurt, I am so attracted to you and I care about you so much it scares me because we're just getting to know each other. I'm ready to ask you to be mine, but I know you're not ready for that. I want to keep you close to me and protect you from anything and everything that frightens you or could bring you harm. I want to show you a side of the world that doesn't hurt or make you unhappy. I want you, Kurt. And maybe someday, when you are ready, you'll want me too. Until then, I am not going to push you into anything."
Kurt stared at him, his mouth slightly open. He closed his mouth and then went to speak only to shut his mouth again. Finally, he looked down at his folded hands before speaking quietly. "Did you really mean all that?"
Blaine gently lifted Kurt's chin so he could look into his eyes. "I meant every single word," he said. Bringing their faces together, he looked questioningly at Kurt. A tiny nod was all he needed before he slanted their lips together softly, moving slowly but urgently. He needed to taste Kurt, to reassure himself that Kurt was okay, that they were okay. A tiny lick at Kurt's bottom lip got him to open up under Blaine. Tenderly, Blaine tasted Kurt, licking at the roof of his mouth and along his cheeks. Their tongues met and swirled around each other, a tiny moan escaping Kurt.
Blaine moved to pull away and Kurt's hand came up behind his head, holding onto his curls to hold him in place. Smiling against his mouth, Blaine continued his gentle exploration of Kurt's mouth. A sound deep in his chest escaped when Kurt pushed his tongue into Blaine's mouth, exploring and tasting. There was a need between them, but one they were more than willing to take slowly.
Finally, they pulled away, breathing heavily. Kurt's eyes were dilated and wide, staring at him in awe. Blaine was sure his expression was similar.
"You are exquisite," Blaine breathed.
"That was the most beautiful moment of my entire life," Kurt said, running his fingers down the side of Blaine's face. "You are amazing, Blaine. Thank you. For so much. Saving me from David, taking me in, showing me what kissing can really be, for not getting angry with me. You are so wonderful to me, wonderful period, really. Thank you," he finished, tracing his finger along Blaine's lower lip. "Your mouth is like heaven. Something I've always dreamed of, but never believed really existed."
Blaine kissed him again, putting some pressure behind the press of his lips. "This is real," he whispered, pulling back after a moment.
"I want to hope so, Blaine. But my experience shows otherwise. How am I supposed to trust this? Trust my feelings when I've been so wrong before?" Kurt's expression was bewildered.
"I'm not asking anything of you, Kurt. I just want the chance to show you that I'm not lying. You aren't a prisoner here, I have no hold over you. If you want to leave, I'll help you. But if you stay, I will care for you to the best of my ability and hopefully show you that caring for someone doesn't mean pain," Blaine said fervently.
Kurt stared at him for a moment. "I'm sorry for freaking out this morning. I wanted to make you breakfast, but all I got around to was the toast. My thoughts got the better of me and when you yelled, I just wanted to hide. I'm used to David being two-faced. He would be so sweet to me and then say I had committed some small crime and needed to be punished. Or he'd just haul off and hit me," Kurt said, his face blank.
"Thank you for wanting to make me breakfast. Maybe tomorrow we can make it together. I was yelling because I didn't know where you were. You weren't in bed or in the bathroom and I guess I freaked out. I was worried that David got hold of you, as ridiculous as that sounds. I feel very protective of you, Kurt. I want to know you are safe," Blaine said. He saw Kurt's eyes getting heavy lidded. "You take a nap and when you wake up, maybe we can go for a walk or something."
"I would love to go for a walk," Kurt said, his eyes lighting up.
"Then that is what we will do," Blaine said firmly.
"Thank you, Blaine," he said, snuggling down into the blankets.
"You are more than welcome, beautiful," Blaine said with a smile.
Kurt blushed and smiled sweetly. "Will you sing to me while I fall asleep?"
"Sure," Blaine said, happy to do anything for this heavenly creature. "What song?"
"Anything. I just love the sound of your voice," Kurt said.
Blaine smiled and started singing a slow version of one of his favorite songs. Skipping to the second verse, he sang with a smile.
Before you met me, I was alright
But things got kind of heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February, you'll be my Valentine, Valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, will be young forever
Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's soft hair, smiling down at him. Kurt grinned, smiling goofily. Blaine tapped Kurt's nose.
You make me feel like I'm
Living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep, let's run away
And don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, let's run away and
Don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Kurt was asleep before he sang the final words.
"Don't ever look back," Blaine whispered to him. Tucking the blanket under his chin he gingerly got off the bed and went into the kitchen. He saw the abandoned toast and butter on the counter and felt like a monster. If he had simply looked for Kurt instead of yelling like that, none of this morning would have happened.
Knowing that Kurt had made the toast for him touched him and he went and munched on it. Because, even cold, it was special and he enjoyed every bite of it.
He cleaned up when he was finished and went in to take a shower, seeing that Kurt was still out cold. He wondered if this morning's activities had done his ribs more damage. He had made a lot of progress and Blaine couldn't be happier to see him healing. The faster he healed, the sooner Blaine could start to empower him by teaching him self-defense. He knew that Kurt would blossom once he knew he could defend himself. That was how it was for Blaine. He never felt secure in himself until he knew he could kick anyone's ass that tried to hurt him. It took many times of doing just that before Blaine was finally able to just live off his reputation. He continued fighting in the fight club and boxing, but it was for sport, nothing else.
He was cleaning up around the bedroom, humming to himself, when he heard a muted song playing. Digging through a pile of clothes, he found Kurt's phone. It was playing an old Broadway tune. He didn't think too much about the song just stared at the caller ID as it continued to ring.
Incoming Call From: David K
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