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Chapter 5 - Finn

He broke off the kiss. "Rachel," Finn breathed, leaning his forehead against hers. "We gotta stop. I promised your dads I wouldn't keep you out all night, and I really gotta get home."

The pretty brunette pouted. "Will I see you tomorrow?" she asked.

"I can't wait," the quarterback responded honestly. He shut off his truck and walked around to the other side, opening her door. Taking her hand, he walked her up to the front door of the house she shared with her dads.

"I hope Kurt and Blaine are alright," Rachel said. "They are absolutely miserable apart."

"That's kinda why I want to get home," Finn admitted. "I want to make sure everything's okay. So, um, goodnight."

Rachel nodded. She stood on tiptoe to meet his lips for one last searing kiss, then pulled back. "Goodnight, Finn," she murmured. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Finn said. He waited until she was safely inside, then turned and went back to his car, driving across town. He drove automatically, half-lost in the sweet memory of Rachel's lips on his. He was surprised to find Blaine's car still parked behind Kurt's. Surely the boy wasn't still at the house.

Cautiously, in case the two were making out on the couch again, Finn let himself into the house. Keeping his eyes closed, he toed off his shoes and felt his way toward the stairs, intending to go straight to his room.

"Finn, honey, what in the world are you doing?" Carole asked from her position on the couch. Burt leaned over and paused the movie.

"Uh, protecting my eyes in case Blaine and Kurt were making out on the couch," Finn explained sheepishly. "I noticed Blaine's car is still outside. Is he still here?"

"Honey, come sit down with us. We have something we need to talk to you about," Carole said.

"What's going on?" Finn asked, sitting down on the loveseat. "Is Blaine staying the night? Because that is really unfair."

"Yes, Finn, Blaine is staying the night. But before you get upset, there's something we need to tell you. Something you cannot tell another soul. Even Rachel," Burt said. "Understand?"

Finn nodded. "I get it," he said. "Now what's going on?"

"Finn, honey," Carole leaned over and squeezed her son's hand. She looked to Burt, who nodded and took over.

"Last Saturday night, on his way home from Blaine's," Burt began, "Kurt was attacked. He…" he swallowed hard. "Finn, your brother was raped. Given the…extenuating circumstances, we agreed that Blaine could stay the night."

"Wait, what?" Finn asked incredulously. "Kurt was…like…oh God." He shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself.

"I shut the bedroom door when Burt and I sat down to watch the movie. I didn't want the noise disturbing them. They're already asleep, your brother has had a very long week and I don't think he's been sleeping well lately."

"Are you sure they're asleep?" Finn asked. "I wanna see if he's okay, if there's anything I can do…"

"Just wait until morning," Burt suggested. "Let them get their rest. And remember, you can't tell anyone until you talk to Kurt about this. Including Rachel. I think the people in this house, and the man who did it, are the only ones who know about it."

Finn nodded slowly. "Man," he said, shaking his head. "I hope he's okay. Goodnight, mom, Burt." He stood and slowly, distractedly, made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. He heard the quiet music coming through Kurt's door and paused, wondering if maybe his mom was wrong. But the lights were off, and he heard the soft noise of Blaine snoring on the other side of the door, so he walked on to his bedroom. He smiled slightly to himself. He knew from the time they'd shared a room that Kurt didn't snore at all, so it must have been Blaine.

The next morning found Blaine making French toast for the family, brewing fresh coffee, and trying to coax Kurt to eat. "C'mon," he said. "It's good…and you have to eat."

Kurt shook his head. "I'm not hungry," he said. It wasn't true, his stomach was gnawing at itself, but he couldn't bring himself to swallow a bite. He sipped his coffee. "You go ahead."

"Just a few bites?" Blaine asked with a boyish smile.

"Blaine, drop it!" Kurt exclaimed. "I'm not hungry."

"Hey Kurt, Blaine," Finn said sleepily, walking into the kitchen. "How ya feeling, man?" he asked Kurt.

"Like shit," Kurt said baldly. "I suppose Dad and Carole told you what happened."

"They kinda had to," Finn said sheepishly. "I was about to have a major problem with Blaine staying the night."

"I figured it was something like that," Kurt said quietly. "So, yeah. It happened, it sucks, don't really want to talk about it. I'm sure you understand."

"Kurt, everyone's been so worried about you this week," Finn said. "They're going to need to know something."

"By everyone, I suppose you mean Rachel," Kurt said. "Look, Finn, I'm in no way, shape or form ready to tell any of the kids at school what happened to me. You tell one, the entire school knows by lunch. I'd rather you didn't say anything."

"They're going to ask questions," Finn said.

"Maybe we should just tell them that Kurt was the victim of a hate crime," Blaine suggested. "Leave out the specifics, let them believe what they will."

Kurt nodded slowly. "I'd be okay with that. But no details," he cautioned. "Not at all. Got it?"

"Got it. No details. I can do that." Finn made himself a plate and walked out of the room.

"This has disaster written all over it," Kurt moaned, his head in his hands.

"It'll be alright," Blaine said. "Now, since you're not going to eat, and I've made enough French toast to feed an army, or at least a high school football team, we should get going. I promised you we'd get some things done today."

Kurt sighed, but nodded. He'd already showered and dressed while Blaine was cooking. "Do you want to take a shower first?" he asked.

"That's a good idea," Blaine smiled. "You enjoy your coffee. I'll be back in ten minutes. Just gotta run out to my car and grab some clean clothes." Palming his keys off the kitchen counter, he dropped a kiss onto the top of Kurt's head and strode past him.

'Why did he have a change of clothes in his car?' Kurt wondered. 'This wasn't planned…' But he said nothing, finishing his coffee while Blaine went to get ready for the day.

"Are you ready?" Blaine asked, walking back into the kitchen, his hair gelled perfectly, bow-tie on straight.

"I'll never be ready for this," Kurt said. "But we should probably go. Get it over with."

"I'll be with you the entire time," Blaine promised. He led Kurt out to the car and opened the passenger side door. "We'll get your car detailed this evening, I promise," he said.

"Thanks," Kurt said softly. He sat, silent, as Blaine drove them to the Lima Medical Clinic. Hand-in-hand they walked through the door. Kurt quietly gave his name to the woman at the front desk and told her they were there to see a doctor.

"Do you want to see a male or female doctor today, Kurt?" the receptionist asked softly, noting the haunted look in the boy's eyes.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a glance, and Kurt turned back to the receptionist, taking a deep breath. "I think I'd like a female doctor," he said.

"Certainly. There's about a twenty minute wait. Why don't you have a seat?" She directed them to the chairs.

"Thank you," Blaine said. He led Kurt over to the chairs and sat down next to him.

Kurt fumbled in his messenger bag and pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer. This he shared with Blaine. Once somewhat protected from the germs that had to be floating around the room, he was able to relax a bit.

Blaine held his hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. They sat that way, silently, until his name was called. "Let's go," Blaine said softly. "Be strong."

TO BE CONTINUED…

If, that is, the reviews continue...next chapter is rough, the following ones should be good for a little while.