Kurt opened the door to his closest and cast an appraising eye over its contents. He would definitely need something with sleeves if he was to minimise the freak out he knew Blaine would have if he saw the full extent of his bruising, something with a collar was also probably a good idea.

Sighing he ran his hand along the rail of clothes hanging neatly in a row stopping every now and again to pull them apart to consider individual pieces. Finally deciding on grey skinny jeans and a dark blue long sleeved shirt he turned his attention to his face.

The clothes hid the majority of the bruising with only a shadow showing across his neck and he was still stiff but could work through that, is main problem was the eye.

Crossing to the dresser he pulled out his chair and switched on his vanity light, bending slightly he pulled open the bottom draw and grabbed a small zipped bag from the back.

Kurt examined the contents, searching roughly through with his fingers, pulling out various items before appraising them quickly and shoving them back in. He continued in this vain for several moments until he pulled out what he had originally been searching for.

Dropping the bag onto his dresser he unscrewed the small bottle and tipped a few drops onto his finger tips. gently he spread the concealer over the bruise and lightly attempted to blend it away.

"Damn it" he exclaimed when after several minutes of applying layer upon layer of concealer the bruise was still visible and although not quite as prominent as it had been earlier it was still very much evident on his pale skin.

Tossing the concealer onto his desk Kurt leant back in his chair and groaned in frustration; deciding there was nothing more to be done he swung his chair around and stood slowly making his way over to his full length mirror in the corner of the room. Turning slowly he assessed his overall appearance, the outfit was flattering and comfortable but not fussy, his eye was somewhat muted but definitely not corrected, Blaine would see it immediately and Kurt hoped that he would give him a chance to explain before he overreacted.

Returning to the dresser Kurt ran some product through his hair and styled it softly. Grabbing his boots from under the bed he sat on the dresser chair and pulled them on one at a time taking the time to lace them up correctly. Shoes were the crowning glory to most of Kurt's outfits and although today's was simple it still required some kind of flourish.

Standing he took one last look in the dresser mirror and squared his shoulders, shaking his head ever so slightly to clear his head. Grabbing his phone, keys and wallet he pulled open the door and headed down the corridor to face the music with his boyfriend.

Blaine hadn't slept well. After Nick and Jeff had left he had lain awake for hours replaying everything Jeff had told him over and over and nearly driving himself mad with frustration. Frustration at Kurt for not telling him, frustration at Jeff for concealing it but mostly frustration at himself for not protecting his boyfriend.

The logical side of Blaine's mind told him that Kurt had a right to deal with things his own way and that he was fully capable of going out on his own but the passionate, overly protective side which was currently winning the battle was screaming that Kurt needed to be protected and that Blaine had failed in his duties.

Pulling himself off the bed Blaine stood and headed to the bathroom, drawing a sharp intake of breath as his feet hit the cold tiled floor. Twisting the shower handle he began to run the water allowing it to heat up. Padding back into his room he grabbed his remote control and pointed it at his music system, immediately his room was full of upbeat Katy Perry, albeit a little loud for the early hour Blaine left the music as it was and returned to the bathroom and stripped for his shower.

Kurt had knocked several times on Blaine's door with no response. He had tried rattling the handle, he had tried shouting although quietly so as not to disturb any of the other boys and he had tried calling Blaine's phone. Still nothing. He knew Blaine must be inside because he could hear music playing but it had been several minutes now and Kurt was starting to feel conspicuous. One or two dormers had passed him on their way to the kitchen and he had managed to get away with a passing greeting as he kept his head turned towards Blaine's door but soon the corridor would begin to get busier and he couldn't risk other people seeing him before he'd had a chance to speak to his boyfriend.

Pulling out his phone he sent a quick text to Blaine explaining that he was going to his car to grab some stuff and that when he was ready, he would be in his room and to come and find him so they could talk.

Looking sadly at the door Kurt pocketed his phone and turned slowly down the corridor towards the main doors.

Stepping out into the early morning sun Kurt squinted as he headed down the main steps and out along the main pathway to the student parking area. The air was crisp and fresh and he felt revitalised by simply being outside. The campus was quiet but not once did he feel vulnerable, he was happy to be alone at Dalton, it's aura bewitching him like it did so many other students. He was safe, happy and completely relaxed. Crossing the parking area Kurt could see his navigator and shook his head with embarrassment as he noticed the angle at which he had left it two nights ago. He would have to move it now before any of the others saw the random way he had abandoned it. Smiling to himself he approached the car looking down as he fumbled in his pocket for his key. Looking up he cursed as he saw his front tyre was flat.

"Damn it" he swore as he hunched down hand reaching out to touch the tyre, only then did he notice that it wasn't just flat, it was punctured, punctured in several places. Time stopped. Kurt could see the tyre in front of him; he could see his hand still stretched out in front of him and he knew when he turned his head to see that the other tyre was in the same state.

Reality came roaring back, he pushed himself violently backwards, scrabbling on the hard asphalt with his hands and feet pushing himself back in an attempt to get away from the car. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening here. His breathing was laboured and he knew his hands were being cut from the sharp pains grazing them as he grabbed at the floor trying to gain purchase. Rolling onto his knee's he tried to straighten so that he could run but only succeeded in getting onto all fours and crawling across the lot for a few metres before finally finding his balance to straighten up into a sprint. His jeans were ripped at the knee and his hands were bleeding as he lurched blindly in the direction of the dorms. Overtaken by sheer terror he didn't see the figure in front of him until he collided with them and sent them both sprawling across the hard ground.

"Get the hell away from me" Kurt screamed as he began a mad scramble to right himself, clawing at the ground again as his legs tried desperately to run, "I swear to God if you touch me again I will, I will..." he gasped desperately trying not to give himself over to the dread that was coursing through him.

"KURT" the figure next to him yelled, "KURT WHATS WRONG?"

Somewhere inside Kurt's terrified mind he recognised the voice. Falling heavily onto his knee's he looked over his shoulder with large frightened eyes.

"Wes?"