Agonizing Ch 6

This is it. So this story has been on hiatus for months now, and I'm glad that I was finally motivated enough to write this chapter. Your reviews seriously made me smile, seeing as this story has 15 reviews and so many alerts! I'm so ecstatic! Thank you, salamat, gracias... That's all I can think of right now.

W I'm still trying to figure out if it should have a happy ending or not... Oh and please check out Flicker, a co-written story with AxelCat. WOOHOO! And Terrible Things by LabellessCow96. Seriously.

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Also, quick warning. There might be words in this chapter and the following chapter that I normally don't ever use, so don't hate me because you stumble upon it, and it may not be a big deal to some people, but for me it is, so yeah...

Disclaimer: My mother told me not to lie, yet she also told me unicorns don't exist. I'm in denial. I own Glee, there are such thing as unicorns.

-XxX-

Blaine slowly opened his eyes, realizing he was holding something warm and soft in his arms. He pulled Kurt closer and pressed his lips to Kurt's neck. Blaine lovingly observed Kurt's face, hating the way Kurt's face was streaked with dried tears and was scrunched up in pain.

"Kurt," Blaine pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's slightly parted lips. "Love, wake up."
The gray-eyed boy slowly awoke, but the second he opened his eyes, they began to fill with tears.

Blaine pulled him onto his lap, softly caressing Kurt's face. "Are you ready to tell me what's wrong?" Blaine asked as he looked into Kurt's eyes filled with pain and suffering. Blaine was ready to murder anyone that made the love of his life feel like that.

Kurt hesitantly nodded before placing a gentle kiss on Blaine's lips. "I just... Missed you."

"Mhm... I know that isn't the case."

Kurt sighed. He reached for Blaine's lips with his own once more, but Blaine obliged for a couple of seconds before pulling away again. "Kurt, I'll kiss you once you tell me what's going on."

With a shaky breath, Kurt stood up and pulled up his shirt, revealing the burns, cuts, and wounds tainting his skin.

Blaine's sharp intake of breath and the expression on his face were enough to make Kurt flinch away quickly.

Blaine sighed and wrapped his arms around Kurt's torso. "Love, I'm sorry. I just can't seeing your skin so marked."

Kurt shook his head. "I understand. I would be too disgusted to touch me, too."

Blaine couldn't find the words to say. He just wrapped his arms around Kurt and pulled him onto the bed again. Blaine pulled the blanket to wrap around them, pressing kisses tenderly to Kurt's forehead. "I'm going to keep telling you every day, for the rest of my life, that you are perfect. I don't care what those ignorant jocks tell you, you are perfect, you are mine, you are loved. You should never think, not even for a second, that you are disgusting. You are the most amazing person I have ever met, and don't accuse me of being biased, because you are honestly the sweetest, smartest, feistiest person I know, and I am unconditionally in love with you. No matter what, I am going to be there for you, even if you feel like it's hopeless." He hesitantly grasped the bottom of Kurt's shirt. "May I?"

After a few seconds, Kurt nodded.

Blaine lifted Kurt's shirt again, exposing the scars. He softly pressed a kiss to each one.

"I want to die. I want to know that I don't have to worry about pain or humiliation or anger."

Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms again instantly. "Do you want to know why I love you?"

"You've already told me so many times."

"I love you because you're stronger than you think you are, and because you're the most perfect person in existence."

"I love you because you smell like mint and hot chocolate instead of BO like the other jocks."

"I love you."

"I know. I love you, too."

-xXx-

Once they were at school, Kurt quickly ripped his hand out of Blaine's, leaving Blaine confused and slightly hurt.

"I don't think they'd like it very much if they saw you were still with me," Kurt explained softly, kissing Blaine's cheek swiftly before walking to his locker. On his way there, Karofsky pushed him harshly into the lockers, dumping a blue slushee over Kurt's head before attempting to walk away.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Blaine practically exploded as he ran after Karofsky.

"Blaine, stop!" Kurt quickly scrambled up from the ground, furiously clearing the slushee from his eyes as he ran after his ruthless boyfriend.

"What is with you and hurting innocent people? He never does anything to you, yet there you go, hurting him and torturing for things he can't help!" The curly-haired teen shoved Karofsky against the locker, not caring who saw the wounds he was about to inflict on the other jock.

"What's your deal, Anderson? Are you suddenly homo for Hummel?" Karofsky choked out, that devious glow in his eyes.

"As a matter of fact, I-"

"Blaine!"

Blaine turned around to see Kurt, drenched in glucose and ice, running towards him. Blaine reached for his boyfriend, wrapping his arms tightly around him and pressing his lips to his sticky hair.

"Blaine, don't." Kurt pulled away and grabbed Blaine's hand instead. Kurt's eyes bore into Blaine's for a few seconds before they both turned to Karofsky.

"I'm so sick of you! You ruined me!" Kurt screamed at him before walking away, Blaine following him.

"Kurt-"

"I'm not weak, Blaine! I can take care of myself!"

"So what do you want me to do? Sit around and watch the love of my life get hurt every day? I can't do that, Kurt!"

"Don't treat me like some damsel in distress! I'm not the girlfriend that needs her big, bad boyfriend to beat up the bad guy. Just let me handle things first before you start throwing punches, okay?" Kurt moved forward to rest his forehead against Blaine's, his eyelashes downcast as he met Blaine's hazel eyes. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, kissing him gently.

Blaine cupped Kurt's face in his hands. "Okay. I'll let you fight your own battles. I don't think of you as weak at all, my love. You're the strongest person I know."

"Don't feel obligated to say that."

"I don't. It's the truth, okay? I love you." Blaine planted a kiss to Kurt's lips one last time before tugging him towards the bathroom to clean him up.

"It's not going to wash out very easily," Kurt sighed, examining the blue splotches staining his white shirt.

Once they were in the bathroom, Blaine wordlessly grabbed a chair (it was there already for some reason, a reason he never wanted to find out) and gently pushed Kurt to sit on the chair.

"Lean back," Blaine said gently, softly caressing Kurt's face.

Kurt did as told and leaned against the sink.

Blaine carefully washed out all of the slushee, whispering sweet nothings the entire time.

Once Kurt's hair was slushee-free, Blaine removed his letterman jacket and handed it to Kurt. "Here, wear this."

"Thank you," Kurt said gratefully, moving forward to press his lips to Blaine's.

"Anything for you, love."

-xXx-

"Hey, fag."

Kurt's blood ran cold as he tried to walk to his car to meet Blaine there as fast as he could. He could hear as the jocks ran after him.

He found himself pushed face-first onto the ground, being kicked everywhere.

"P-please," Kurt gasped out, struggling to try and get up.

"Where's your boyfriend, hm? Hooking up with Smythe?"

"You seem so i-interested in my boyfriend's sex life for someone who's straight."

That earned him another kick to the stomach.

"We told you to stop ruining Anderson's life, turning him into a fucking fairy princess."

"H-he broke up with me," Kurt lied, hoping it'd be enough to deter them from going after Blaine once they were done with him.

"Just tell us the truth, fag, and we might let you go with only a few scratches," Michael sneered as he cockily walked around Kurt's hunched figure in a small circle just for show.

"Kurt!" Kurt looked past Michael to see Blaine running towards them.

"If you're going to do something to me, do it now. Don't let Blaine see me like this," Kurt said rapidly. He didn't want Blaine to have to suffer.

"You want me to do something now?" Michael asked mockingly, almost a haunting croon. "I'll do something."

Kurt caught a glimpse of a pocketknife.

-xXx-

Hehehe, uh... See you guys two weeks from now?

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