A/N: Celebrating the anniversary of first posting The Bodyguard on this day last year, I know you can't see it but I'm smiling stupidly right now. More than 100 followers after just 4 chapters? You guys are the best! Thanks again for the support since I'm still stressed out in life so here's Ch.5!

Chapter 5:: Moonlight

Years ago

"No one can hear you, Hummel." David Karofsky bellowed. He'd noticed his victim just exiting the restroom when he pounced on him and shoved him into the gym locker rooms, the stench of dirty socks so prominent now.

"LET ME GO!" Kurt screeched, using all of his strength to push him away.

"SHUT UP, FAGGOT!" He punched at one of the lockers beside Kurt's face and the countertenor squeaked.

Suddenly, Kurt's heart wrenched. He'd had enough. He couldn't take this anymore—

"Hit me!" He demanded, his heart pumping at an illegal rate. "If you really hate me so much, then hit me! Do it!"

Dave growled, "I said shut up, Ladyface!"

"Bully me all want. Torment and tease me and just make my life a living hell...but you can't punch the gay out of me because I know that you're just a coward!"

The already-tense atmosphere changed into something far worse.

Dave's features contorted with rage, "The fuck you just call me?"

"C-O-W-A-R-D," Kurt stared straight into those monstrous eyes of his. "Coward!"

"Don't push me," Dave threatened, raising a determined fist.

"Hit me! Might as well," the teenager encouraged. "Because no matter what you do, you can never change me!"

Dave stared at him, lowering his fist with a frustrated expression. "You're not worth it," he whispered. "No one can ever care for you and no one'll ever want you. Even your friends haven't arrived to save your puny ass because you're nothing but a pathetic little faggot—"

"That's not true," Kurt breathed.

"See, the thing is," Dave leaned in, his face just inches away from the terrified singer, his voice lowered into a whisper. "No one can ever love you."

The bully pulled away from Kurt's comfort zone and walked out of the room, leaving him by the lockers by himself. He shivered and looked around, hoping a friendly face would come help him.

No one.

He slowly collapsed to the ground and shook his head, tears pouring as Dave's cruel words rang throughout his head. He'd already lost his mom, his dad was slowly spending more time with Finn due to their shared interest in sports after the Hudsons moved in and his friends didn't really notice how Dave tortured him everyday.

He was alone.

Someday, I'll find someone who'll love me for who I am. A man who'll protect me and hold me whenever I feel down. Someday...

Present

This is so gonna work! Santana smirked to herself. Congratulations, Santana. You're the number-one matchmaker in the world!

The woman beamed as she began feasting on lunch with Kurt and Blaine in the dining room. She and Kurt had set the campsite up beforehand and after hauling sleeping bags and firewood, they quickly put up tent and with the upcoming sunset and the beachside location, Santana knew that this camping night was surely to be amazing.

In reality, camping wasn't going to be very difficult and scary since the campsite was very close to the house, hence you could run back and forth to get anything you need. Just a one-minute walk on the beach from the house, Kurt'd been relieved when he checked that it was gonna be only partially cloudy today but he was still worried for Blaine. Sure, he'd been extra confident when they'd went out for lunch yesterday but this... this is completely new territory for Blaine.

"Don't worry, Blaine. I'll be here to make sure nothing bad happens to you, okay?" Kurt assured the blind man when he ate his meal, after calming himself down from his emotional episode upstairs.

"I...I don't know—" He sighed tiredly. "You know what, this is a bad idea! Let's just let this camping thing go and—"

"Absolutely not, you have to face your fears and I'm not about to let you off with this one. Kurt and I worked real hard on the campsite so it's gonna happen!" Santana replied, Blaine shivering when he felt the woman's glare on him.

"I-I do-don't think I c-can do this..." He bit his lip, suddenly losing his appetite as he dropped his fork onto his salad in resignation.

"It'll be great, Blaine. I promise," Kurt calmed him down when the man began to take long, deep breaths. "There's gonna be a campfire, it's gonna be just cool enough tonight and there's gonna be s'mores! I'll be there with you every step of the way."

I've been there, Blaine. I've been deathly afraid of things in my life and I'm not about to let you run away.

"Kurt, I can't—" The man's voice cracked, almost apologetic.

"I know you can, Blaine. Stop beating yourself up and just trust me, alright?"

I do trust you, Kurt.

Blaine fiddled with his fingers nervously, an adorable sight that made Kurt smile. "Wh-when do w-we leave?"

"Tonight, we'll grab our stuff and we'll walk down the beach during sunset. I'll hold your hand so you won't get lost out there. Just trust me."

Blaine bit his lip, his brain now filled with imaginations of him getting kidnapped, attacked by a bear, being swept away by the ocean, Kurt suddenly letting him go with an evil laugh and leaving him—

He shuddered when he felt a gentle hand over his.

His touch was warm, carrying understanding messages of kindness and hospitality. His touch was also electrical, shocking the sight-impaired man more than he could ever imagine.

God, I've really fallen over heels for this man far too quickly.

"Has your husband always had trouble with alcohol, Ms. Fabray?" Dr. Nick Duval looked up from his clipboard with the patient's information on it, his glasses perched comfortably over the bridge of his nose as his eyes rested on the blonde lady before him.

"He's been an alcoholic for two years now. We helped convince him to abstain from drinking but he suddenly relapsed today and... here we are." Quinn remarked solemnly as she caressed her sleeping husband's cheek, the man resting peacefully on his hospital bed in blue overalls.

"So he's never gone to rehab or any counselling of any sorts?" The former-Warbler-turned-doctor inquired.

"Nope," she shook her head. She had been horrified when a bartender from some pub in the city called her home and told her that her husband fell unconscious from drinking too much beer. After rushing there, the ambulance had already arrived and she joined Puck during the journey to the hospital.

Nick was about to speak again when the door to Puck's room opened and he looked to see his husband rushing in, a folder in his hand. His heart melted when Jeff flashed him a brief yet heart-stopping smile that screamed 'Don't worry, I've got you' and he was grateful for Jeff's constant positive, happy-go-lucky attitude. With a job in the city's busiest hospital, it's hard to form a smile when practically every five minutes, a new patient—a victim of an accident, crime or just bad luck—comes rushing in, needing medical attention.

While Nick was the more reserved, emotional and sensitive one, Jeff was always physically active, determined and sometimes childish at times. A trait that made Nick fall madly in love with him in the beginning.

"Here's the chart that represents the amount of alcohol consumed by Mr. Puckerman and it's really scary. He's lucky that he didn't suffer alcohol poisoning," Jeff informed him and Quinn placed a hand over heart in relief. Beth could've lost her father today...

"Is he gonna be okay, Doctor?" She gulped, hope laced in her voice.

Nick nodded to his husband and when Jeff left the room, he sighed, turning to look at Quinn while he took off his glasses. "We can't make any assumptions right now but my best guess is that... he'll be fine. We just have to be patient and once your husband wakes up, we'll start talking about either seeing a therapist or him attending Alcoholic Anonymous."

Quinn nodded numbly, the reality of all this still shaking her. "Thanks, Dr. Duval."

"No problem," Nick replied professionally, pulling his husband out of the room to give her privacy and when the two men left, Quinn's eyebrows shot up when Rachel, Brittany and Finn Hudson came tumbling in, their hands filled with 'Get well soon!' cards, heart-shaped balloons and some food from the cafeteria.

"How is he?" Finn questioned, his heart breaking as his best friend laid asleep.

"He'll be fine," Quinn whispered, never failing to smile as her friends came to support her. "He should wake up anytime soon and thanks for coming, guys."

"Of course," Rachel nodded. "How's Beth handling all this?"

"She's scared about it all but I told her that everything'll be fine and just focus on school for now. Noah wouldn't want his daughter panicking about him."

Brittany couldn't help but sigh as her friends worry about Puck, knowing that even after McKinley, drama stuck around to plague everyone's lives and she had been shocked to see Finn for the first time in a long while and after a moment of catching up, Finn felt proud that she was starting her life over and he knew that she'd get that new job soon.

She was surprised that after all these years, Finn and Rachel hadn't been engaged yet and when Rachel beamed to her that they would probably get married within a year, Brit felt a wrench in her heart.

She had fallen in love with someone before. But that was seven months ago and the woman never returned. She told her that she couldn't stay with her and it deeply hurt Brit. Brittany could only remember how she'd looked like: how her piercing eyes had done wonders to her heart, her bright smile despite her tough exterior, how she used to laugh when the Latina threatened people around her that she'd go all Lima Heights on them if they ever hurt them.

Santana, where are you?

The bright, natural rays grew lusciously as the yellow Sun began its descent into the horizon, the early September evening slowly setting in and Kurt thought that it was almost the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen.

But there was something else that made his heart warm. And that something was the blind man beside him.

"Whoa, that's cold!" Blaine mumbled when the ocean's gentle waters seeped through his bare feet, his grip on Kurt's hand tighter than ever. They were now trekking down the beach barefoot on their way to the campsite. Since the bags were already at the campsite, Kurt was only carrying a light basket of snacks and his sandals in his right hand while Blaine clutched his left, the two men cherishing the softness of the sand and waters below them and the cries of seagulls above them.

Having rolled up his khaki pants above his ankles, Blaine wore a simple white Henley T-shirt—its top two buttons undone, subtly revealing his faint chest hair and tan skin—and Kurt had to look the other way as the mesmerizing sun highlighted his superior's features and physique. What almost made Kurt faint was how Blaine's curly hair and stubble once again accented his devilishly handsome exterior. It was almost as if he was holding hands with a movie star from the 1940's instead of an innocent novelist.

"Wasn't that bad, right?" Kurt chuckled when Blaine shivered beside him. "I'm proud that you didn't run away from this."

"Well, running away wouldn't help much, would it?" The man jokingly tapped on his dark glasses, a teasing smile on his visage.

Gaga, those dimples again—

"Okay, we're here." Kurt announced, amazed at how the campsite turned out to be before him. Nestled in front of their tent were two medium-sized logs lying before a bundle of firewood (where the campfire was to be) and the countertenor set his basket down and sandals down while leading Blaine to sit on one of the logs. The nervous expression on the sight-impaired man made Kurt sigh.

"I'm going to start the campfire now so I need to let go of your hand, okay?" Kurt gently cautioned. Blaine hesitantly nodded. He had left his cane back at the house since Santana told him that Kurt would guide him tonight instead.

"Sure," Blaine whispered before their hands parted, suddenly feeling empty with the loss of Kurt's warmth. "H-how do you know how to d-do all this?"

Kurt reached into the tent and grabbed a matchbox from their bag in order to light up the fire. "My dad taught me how to camp when I was growing up. Even though he knew I hated getting myself and my clothes dirty, he insisted and it paid off!"

As the fire slowly grew bigger, the sky had already turned dark and a chorus of crickets, crashing waves and the gentle breeze helped create a calming atmosphere over the campsite. Blaine felt warmth in front of him and he extended his hands outwards, smiling when he felt Kurt sit on the log beside him.

"How's your family now, Kurt?" Blaine questioned, eager to learn his backstory since Kurt only glossed over the topic of his family during their lunch outing yesterday.

"They're fine and they're still living in Ohio," Kurt replied, tearing open a bag of marshmallows as he began preparing the s'mores—something Santana told him that was one of Blaine's favourites. "My brother-in-law, Finn is still dating one of my best friends since high school—"

"Rachel, right?" Blaine wanted to clarify. "You mentioned that you're roommates with her back in the city."

"Yup and I've always loved my family. Even after losing my mom, my dad and I stayed close and when I told him that I'm gay...I was so happy when he accepted me immediately."

That was when Blaine's heart stopped. Kurt's gay. Sure, Blaine suspected that Kurt was indeed gay for weeks now whenever Kurt joked about celebrity hunks and all that but he never actually knew if Kurt was. Having come out to the press years ago, Blaine himself was glad at the amount of support thrown his way and to know that this angel was like him, he felt relieved.

From then on, they continued talking about themselves, dwelling deeper into each other's backgrounds than before with Kurt learning and apologizing when Blaine revealed that his parents had died years ago and Blaine pouting when Kurt confessed about his failed relationship with some guy named Chandler in college.

Fucking bastard, Blaine clenched his fist. How could you hurt such a compassionate man like Kurt?

But what made Blaine truly wonder was why Kurt seemed to always avoid the topic of high school.

"There's something you're not telling me, Kurt." The man exclaimed, roasting a marshmallow in the process.

Holy shit, he knows? Kurt panicked. How would he know about the bullying? Karofsky?

"Did something happen while you were in high school?" He pressed on. When he heard Kurt sigh and retreat from him, he pursed his lip in sorrow. "You can tell me anything, Kurt. You can trust me."

The countertenor looked up at the night sky with a sigh, his eyes enchanted by the bright moon. "Soon...I'll tell you everything. Not now, I-I can't—"

"S'okay, I'm always here when you need to talk." Blaine smiled before humming as he welcomed the toasted marshmallow in his mouth, Kurt still astonished at how understanding and patient his superior was. "Ugh, s'mores are my kryptonite..."

Kurt broke from his solemn state with a giggle, "It really is a wonderful night, y'know?" He gazed up at the night sky, both men sitting in an amiable silence, the fire faintly cracking. "The moon's big and the stars are out. I love that it's so clear unlike how the smog blocks the view back in the city."

"One of the many things I took for granted when I still could see," Blaine mumbled. "But I still remember how the sky looked like. It was beautiful."

The assistant nodded in agreement, allowing another peaceful silence to overcome them again.

"Kurt, can I ask you something?"

"What's up?" He turned to him attentively.

"Do you mind if...I feel your face?" Blaine blushed furiously. "It helps me get a better sense of how you look like—"

"Go ahead." Kurt's smile grew, shuffling closer to the blind man.

Content, Blaine slowly raised his hands and gently touched Kurt's face, his breath hitching as his fingertips cautiously explored the assistant's skin. All he'd known until now was that Kurt had blue eyes, fairly pale eyes and brown hair. His heart raced as his fingers felt the man's jawline, his nose, his ears, his luscious hair and his lips...

Kurt melted into his touch as he stared at Blaine with half-opened eyes, mesmerized by his faint blue eyes and he smiled when his fingers accidentally tickled his chin. Blaine marvelled at the smoothness of his skin, defined dimples that formed as Kurt smiled and his cheeks that were softly cupped in his hands.

"I can see you," Blaine breathed. "I can see you, Kurt." The assistant looked at him, still grinning. The atmosphere between them was just too much.

Blaine abruptly felt this want to kiss the man's lips before him. He dreamed of how precious and soothing those damp lips would feel in his and how complete he'd feel.

But Kurt could never fall for me. How could an angel fall for a blind monster like me?

Memories of him being cold and cruel to people before the accident clouded Blaine's mind and he lowered his hands, looking down as his heart thumped loudly. If I can't be his lover, I can at least be a friend. For now.

Kurt stared at him, his own heart beating fast. "Wanna head into the tent now? It's getting late and chilly out here."

Blaine perked up, sighing as he nodded. He waited as his assistant helped tidy everything and put the fire out before getting inside and tucking into their own separate sleeping bags.

After saying goodnight, Blaine heard how Kurt's breathing grew more relaxed and slow and the novelist suddenly felt a strange feeling swell up inside him.

Most people would call it hope.

A/N: The mystery with Brittany deepens and hope you liked this chapter since Kurt and Blaine are still head over heels! Someone new is coming to visit Blaine's house next chapter and this someone could endanger Klaine's growing friendship—Uh-oh. Reviews are loved and appreciated!