Blaine raised his hand and wiped a streak of steam away from the bathroom mirror; whilst considering his blurry reflection he held his toothbrush under the cold water, he had spent a long time in the shower and the bathroom was now fogged with steam, the hot water going some way to releasing the tension he felt but he would have been lying to himself if he said that he wasn't anxious. He wasn't sure how he felt about the whole situation, sure he knew how he was supposed to feel, the reaction he wanted to give after Kurt had explained his reasons for not telling him about the assault but in all honesty he wasn't sure he was going to respond the way he knew he should.

He should be supportive, caring, soothing, understanding, that was who he was, who he had been brought up to be but under his composed exterior he was mad; mad, hurt and extremely disappointed in Kurt's lack of confidence in him and he was frightened that this side of him would win out and he would launch into a tirade of self pity instead of taking care of his boyfriend.

Dropping his toothbrush back in the glass he rubbed himself dry and made his way across his room throwing his towel in the hamper as he passed. Snatching his phone from the desk he made his way over to his closet and opened the doors wide reaching inside he grabbed a pair of dark jeans and a simple plain sweater; turning he tossed the clothes onto the bed and kicked the closet doors closed. Making his way over to the dresser he picked up the remote to his stereo and turned down the music which had been belting out. Pulling on some clean trunks he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the screen of his phone.

"Damn" he mumbled when he noticed the missed message from Kurt, checking the time it was received, only ten minutes previously.

Dropping his phone onto the bed he stood quickly and held his jeans out as he stepped hurriedly into them, bouncing a few times as he pulled them up. Grabbing his sweater he pulled it swiftly over his head and ran his fingers roughly through his hair.

"BLAINE. BLAINE come on man open the door" came a loud hammering from the other side, "BLAINE YOU IN THERE?" the voice questioned urgently.

"What the hell" Blaine grumbled making his way towards the door belting his jeans as he did so.

"BLAINE" the hammering continued.

"David, what the hell? You're going to wake up the whole damn dorm" Blaine yelled; as he yanked the door open David strode inside without invitation; he was breathless and clearly distracted. Leaning down he braced his hands on his thighs; breathing heavily he looked up at Blaine who was watching him with an irritated expression.

"Well?" Blaine asked pointedly slamming the door behind him "What are you doing David? How come your here anyway I thought you and Wes were camping this weekend?"

"Blaine" David tried again gaining some control over his breathing, "Blaine, it's Kurt, you've got to come now" he said urgently.

"What?" stuttered Blaine in confusion, "What about Kurt?"

"Damn it Blaine you need to come now" David repeated, "we don't know what to do, Wes is with him but he's kind of shut down, we can't get anything out of him."

"David, I don't understand, what are you talking about?" Blaine said in bewilderment looking at his friend for some kind of clarification "what do you mean, what's happened to Kurt?"

"Look Blaine, I really need you to come with me now" David tried again, "I promise I will try to explain but we really need to go, Wes is freaking out."

"David I..."

"For God sake Blaine, just come on okay" yelled David heading back towards the door.

Shocked into movement Blaine threw himself down on his bed and quickly pulled on his sneakers, standing he grabbed his phone up off the bed and shoved it roughly in his pocket, swiftly following David out of the room he pulled his door closed and ran behind him down the corridor.

"How's he doing?" David shouted as he and Blaine ran across the parking area coming to a halt in front of a bundle of bodies leaning up against the navigator.

"Not good" replied Wes rocking Kurt slowly back and forth. He had taken off his jacket and wrapped it around Kurt's chest in an attempt to keep him warm and ward off shock but Kurt was still freezing to touch, his eyes were open but there was no expression behind them, his face blank of all emotion.

"Kurt? Kurt, please baby tell me what's happened" begged Blaine as he hunched down in front of him gently taking his face in his hands and rubbing his thumbs over his pale cheek bones, anger flaring inside him at the visible bruise that Kurt had clearly attempted to cover up.

"Kurt please" he repeated tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at his boyfriend.

"Wes, what's going on?" he asked turning to his friend, "What's happened?"

"Look at his car" Wes directed nodding his head in the direction of the scratched door.

Blaine's eyes slid from Wes, his gaze raking over the vehicle for an answer to his question, his breath hitching when he saw the word scratched into the paintwork. Looking away he swallowed the bile rising in his throat only to feel it lurch upwards again when he caught sight of the slashed tyre that Wes was propped up against.

"Jesus" Blaine whispered.

"Wes, maybe we should move him inside?" suggested David, "He's frozen and it's not normal for him to be so quiet."

"I know David but he won't move and he hasn't said anything for ages" Wes answered looking up at his friend who was still standing in front of them.

"Here then" said David shrugging out of his jacket, "wrap this around him as well."

Blaine could hear the conversation that David & Wes were having but he was fighting through a roaring in his ears, a wave of pure hatred coursed through him and he felt he might actually explode from the sheer malevolence of his feelings.

"Blaine" Wes spoke, "Blaine, we need to get him inside, he's freezing but I can't get anything out of him."

Blaine looked at Wes and nodded, "Yeah, you're right. Kurt?" he questioned looking softly into his boyfriends lost eyes.

"Kurt?"

Slowly Kurt raised his eyes to meet Blaine's and a flicker of emotion flashed across them.

"Baby we need to move you inside where it's warm" Blaine said slowly.

Kurt looked at him for several moments before nodding and pushing off the jackets so that he could stand.

David held out his hand and grasped Kurt by the wrist to help him up, immediately letting go when Kurt flinched and pulled his wrist to his chest, cradling it with his other hand, staring off across the campus, completely lost in his own mind.

"Kurt" Blaine said softly, "Kurt, can I see?" he asked gently taking Kurt's hand in his and turning his wrist over slowly. All three boys were silent as they took in the bruise flowering on Kurt's wrist. Blaine fighting to control the urge to punch something, anything.

"Hey Kurt, it's okay baby, let's go back to my room okay, we can get you warm and I'll get you coffee. How does that sound?" he said trying to catch Kurt's gaze.

The only response he received was Kurt pushing himself from Wes's hold and pulling himself up to standing, Blaine followed, gently placing his hand in Kurt's, his thumb running small circles across the back of his hand he led him silently across the parking area toward the dorms.

David held out his hand for Wes pulling him off the cold ground, Wes bringing their jackets from beside the car as he rose. Handing David his jacket he slung his own over is shoulders and slid his arms down the sleeves appreciating the thick layer of quilting it provided against the crisp morning air.

"What the heck did we miss" asked David looking at Wes with concern, "did you see his eye and what the fucks happened to the car?"

Wes didn't say anything immediately, he was watching Blaine lead Kurt toward the dorms a short way in front of them. Turning slowly he looked at David with concern, "I don't know David but I'm glad we came back early" was all he said before picking up his bag from the ground and following in their wake.