Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I don't own The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (or their awesome song) and sadly, I don't own Blaine, or Kurt. (Which is probably for the best, all things equal.) No money is being made off of this work. It's a work of fiction, and it's going to potentially contain triggers for all sorts of squicky stuff. So please, if you're easily triggered by mentions of rape, suicide, depression, I won't be at all offended if you go find another story to read. I'd appreciate it, however, if you do read it, please review! The more reviews, the faster I post the next chapter.

Chapter 2 - Blaine, Part 1

Kurt closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. "He raped me," he said quietly, giving in to the impulse to tell Blaine the truth, to tell him everything. "I stopped for gas, like I said, and I had to pee, really badly. So badly that I braved the gas station washroom. And you know how I feel about that sort of thing. It was so gross, so dirty. And he was there."

"Who? Who did this to you?" Blaine asked.

"The truck driver. He said I was…" Kurt stopped, holding his fist to his mouth as tears streamed down his face. It felt so good to finally unburden himself, and yet, so bad that he had to tell Blaine this, had to reveal his deep dark secret. "He said I was the prettiest boy he'd seen all night, and that he was going to have some fun with me. The bathroom opened up to the outside, and he dragged me to his truck. I tried to fight. I swear, Blaine, I wanted my first time to be with you. And then, when he was done, he pushed me out of the truck and drove away. He made me come, Blaine, he made me enjoy the pain he was inflicting on me."

"So you broke up with me because you were raped?" Blaine asked in disbelief. He'd handle the rest of what Kurt had said later.

"I'm not good enough for you anymore," Kurt said. "I'm not good enough for anyone. I…I'm sorry. Please, just let me go."

"Never." Blaine's single word had a tone of finality to it. He wrapped his arms around the thinner boy and held him close. "I'm sure Rachel can't hold off the rest of McKinley's female population for much longer. And if it's one of the girls in glee, she probably won't even try. Now, I believe we have a family Friday dinner to get ready for."

"No!" Kurt exclaimed, pushing him away. "Blaine, stop it! I'm dirty, and ruined. Just let me go!"

"Never," Blaine said again. "We will get through this. But you can't keep this secret. Carole already suspects something terrible happened to you, and I'm sure she's told your dad. I think it's time you came clean. I'll be there with you. Come on, let's get you home. Did you come with Finn or drive yourself today?"

"I came with Finn," Kurt said. "He's probably in the parking lot waiting for me."

"I'll take you home," Blaine said. "Now, let's go. You won't change my mind. We're better together than apart. You know that."

"You aren't mad at me?" Kurt asked softly.

"How could I be mad at you for this, Kurt? Sure, I'm hurt that you lied to me, and that you thought this was the only way out. But I love you. I couldn't be mad at you."

"I thought it would be easier for you," Kurt said. "Easier, when I was gone."

"Gone?" Blaine's face paled. "Kurt…what are you saying?"

"Regionals are next week. If I could just make it through that competition, there'd be enough time to find someone else before Nationals. I couldn't live with this anymore."

"You were going to kill yourself?" Blaine asked, the shock evident on his handsome face.

"I don't want to live with this pain," Kurt said. "This pain that feels like it will never end."

"We'll make the pain go away. Please, baby, just let me make it better. I'll make it all go away. I promise." Blaine peppered Kurt's face with light kisses. "I love you, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I love you more than life itself. My life is worthless without you in it. You are my light, my sun, moon and stars. No one else will ever be as perfect for me as you are." With those words said, Blaine placed a gentle hand over Kurt's mouth and began to sing softly.

When I see your smile
Tears run down my face
I can't replace
And now that I'm stronger I've figured out

How this world turns cold
And breaks through my soul
And I know, I'll find deep inside me
I can be the one

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to Heaven

'Cause you're my, you're my, my
My true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away

'Cause I'm here for you
Please don't walk away
And please tell me, you'll stay, stay

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to Heaven

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever

When Blaine finished singing, both boys were crying. Their lips met in a sweet, gentle kiss, and Blaine whispered, "forever."

Kurt nodded slowly. "Can we go now?" he asked, sniffling. "I…I want to pretend this week, this whole week without you never happened."

"Let's go," Blaine clutched Kurt's hand tightly in his, and handed his boyfriend's messenger bag to him before leading him to the door.

"Thank God!" Rachel exclaimed as the door opened. "I don't think I could have kept them out much longer."

"I was about to have me some Berry fist pie, made by my own fists," Santana said. "Now did you two work things out, or do we have to lock you back in there? Because I will go Lima Heights on your asses if I have to."

"We're working on it, 'Tana," Kurt said. He held up their clasped hands as proof. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a family dinner to get to."

"Yay!" Rachel clapped her hands together. "I'll walk out with you boys. Finn is waiting for us in the parking lot. I told him he didn't have to come back in, that I would keep him posted. Carole is making her amazing vegan lasagne for supper tonight. It's going to be great!"

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment. He hadn't dared hope that Rachel would have something else to do, she was almost as much a fixture at Friday Night Dinner as Blaine had become.

Blaine turned back to Santana, Brittany and Mercedes. "Everything's going to be fine," he told the three. "Kurt just had a bit of the nerves this week," he said. "Nothing to be worried about, and we'll both be ready to go come Monday's rehearsal."

"Good, because we can't expect to win regionals without you two backing me up," Mercedes said with her trademark smile.

"And unicorns and dolphins shouldn't be so sad," Brittany said. "It makes their magic go away sooner."

Blaine couldn't help but smile. "See you girls Monday," he said, before he and Kurt walked out of the school hand-in-hand.

"I thought you guys would never come out," Finn said when they reached the parking lot. "Seriously. I think I used half a tank idling out here."

"Just don't go to the gas station on the east side of Lima," Kurt said dryly.

"What do you mean?" Finn asked.

"He means they add stuff to the gas, so it isn't as good," Blaine said helpfully. "Listen, Finn, you take Rachel home, I'll bring Kurt, okay?"

"Sounds good, man. We'll see you there." Finn leaned over and opened the door to the truck for Rachel, who climbed gracefully inside. She waved to Blaine and Kurt as they walked, hand-in-hand, across the parking lot.

"So why didn't you drive today?" Blaine asked. "Not that I don't mind, but…"

"I haven't driven my car since the night I came home from your house," Kurt said. "I have to have it detailed…there's blood on the seat. I haven't had the energy to clean it myself."

"I'll do it tomorrow morning," Blaine said immediately. "I want to do this for you. I want to help you erase every trace of what happened to you. Okay?" He walked Kurt around to the passenger side door and opened it for him, reluctantly releasing his boyfriend's hand to walk around the other side. By the time he got there, Kurt had unlocked the driver's side door and pushed it open. It was a habit the two had fallen into, one of the cute little 'boyfriends' things that never failed to elicit a smile from either party.

Blaine slid behind the wheel and started the car. He only kept both hands on the steering wheel until they were out of the parking lot, and then he and Kurt were holding hands again like their lives depended on it.

Kurt worked his phone out of his pocket with his free hand and called home. "Carole," he said when his step-mother answered. "Um…is it okay if Blaine comes to supper with me tonight?"

"Of course!" Carole exclaimed. "Does this mean you two are back together? Because you know your father and I wouldn't mind that one bit."

"Blaine and I are back together," Kurt confirmed.

"As far as I'm concerned we never broke up!" Blaine countered. "I can't wait for your lasagne, Carole!" he called.

"I can't wait to see him too," Carole said. "Will you boys pick up a couple bottles of sparkling cider on your way home?"

"I think we can do that?" Kurt turned to look at Blaine. "Carole needs us to pick up sparkling cider. What do you want to bet they want to toast us being back together?"

"I like that idea," Blaine said. "We're on it, Carole. See you when we get there!"

"Bye, honey," Carole said to Kurt.

Once off the phone, Kurt turned up the radio, his tacit way of saying there wasn't going to be any more serious talk on the way to his house. Which was exactly as Blaine wanted it. He planned to try to get Kurt to open up to him that night, and giving him a reprieve now would potentially make it easier later.

Nearly an hour later, Blaine slowed the car to a stop outside the Hummel-Hudson house, and gave Kurt a small smile. "Are you ready?" he asked.

"We are not telling my family what happened. Not while Rachel is here," Kurt said. "She will tell everyone. She'll pretend she's doing it to let them know what happened, so they can be nice to me, but you and I both know that it's because she has to have the news first. I love her, she's my sister, but sometimes…"

Blaine nodded. "I understand," he said. "We'll talk to your parents when we can get them alone," he said. "But you need to tell them. Tonight."

"I don't want to hurt them, Blaine," Kurt said meaningfully. "There are things I will leave out."

"Understood. And I won't talk about them. But you need to work through this, to let them know what happened to you. The…the rape at the very least. You don't have to talk about what you were going to do after regionals, but you have to talk about the rape."

Kurt nodded. "Just…let me see what kind of frame of mind they're in. Carole's been working on her lasagne all day, and dad's been at the shop, so they might be too tired."

"You're not backing out, are you?" Blaine asked.

"No…well, maybe." Kurt leaned over and hugged Blaine quickly. "Thank you," he said.

"For what?"

"For being so persistent, for not giving up on me. For loving me. Now let's go, they know we're here, and Dad and Carole are going to start wondering why we haven't come inside yet."

Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and met him at the curb, sparkling cider in hand. They walked, again holding hands, into the house.

TO BE CONTINUED…

If I receive enough feedback to keep me interested in writing. Reviews are better than air. Today (January 10, 2012) I received my first review that contained constructive criticism. Thank you, it is much appreciated. I had considered the impact of five minutes of song, which, while it might happen on the show, it does so with an immense amount of theatricality, which isn't present here. So I'll cut it down to the applicable lyrics, or just a piece of the song. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Keep the reviews coming!