Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. 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. This was the hardest chapter to write so far, medical stuff that could potentially really trigger. 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.

Note: This chapter is posted all together, even though it was originally two separate short chapters. But I figured, it's all the same setting, it's all the same subject, so it's subdivided into two parts here. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6 - The Authorities

Part One - Dr. McAllister

Kurt nodded, and followed the receptionist to an exam room. "Why do you need to see the doctor today?" she asked pleasantly.

"I…" Kurt looked at Blaine for help. Talking about it was getting easier, but this was the first total stranger he was faced with telling his story to.

"Kurt was sexually assaulted nearly a week ago," Blaine said. "His injuries aren't healing the way we'd like."

The receptionist pulled a faded drape out of a drawer and laid it on the exam table. "Take off everything from the waist down, and put this over your lap, The doctor will be in shortly." She left the room.

"Forget it," Kurt said. "This…I don't even know what color to call this, this…drape…is going to completely wash me out. Let's just go. I'll be fine."

"Not a chance. You won't have to wear it for long. And I'm not letting you leave." Blaine placed a restraining hand on her shoulder. "When it's all over, I'll take you out for coffee, lunch, new clothes, whatever you like. Now do as she said or I'll do it for you."

"Don't even joke about that!" Kurt exclaimed with a shudder. "Now turn your back or go into the hall."

Blaine spun around so fast, it actually brought a smile to Kurt's face. "Let me know when you're ready."

"I will never be ready for this." Kurt took off his clothing as quickly as possible, folding them carefully and placing his shoes on the floor under the chair. Then he sat down on the exam table, the drape held tight over his hips. "Not exactly how I'd envisioned being naked with you for the first time," he muttered. "You can turn around now."

Blaine turned slowly to face his boyfriend, and his heart broke at the sight of Kurt's fallen face, so forlorn, staring at his feet. "We're going to solve this," he promised. "We're going to make it better. I promise," he squeezed Kurt's hand.

A moment later, there was a knock at the door, and a pretty young woman walked in. "Good morning," she said pleasantly. "I'm Dr. McAllister. How are you doing today?"

"I'm Kurt, and this is my boyfriend Blaine," Kurt said. "I'm not going to lie. I don't want to be here, and I really don't want Blaine hearing the details, but I can't, I won't, do this alone."

Dr. McAllister nodded. "Alright, Kurt. Let's start with you telling me what happened, and then I'll examine you. If you need to stop things at any time, just say the word. We'll go as slow as you need to. When did this happen?"

"Last Saturday night," Kurt said. "It was…he was a stranger. I'd never seen him before in my life. He used a condom, but he tore me up pretty badly."

"Is this the first time you're seeking medical attention?" the doctor asked.

"It is. I wouldn't be here at all, but Blaine and my parents insisted," Kurt explained.

"Have you spoken to the police?"

"No, and I don't care to. I waited too long, and there's not going to be any physical evidence."

"Well, unfortunately, as you're a minor, I have no choice but to report this. But if you're not interested in pressing charges, you can tell them that."

"I understand," Kurt said, even though he didn't. "What else do you want to know?"

The doctor guided Kurt through sharing the rest of the details, and, more than once, Blaine had to step in and give an explanation when Kurt just couldn't continue. Finally, the doctor seemed satisfied, finished taking notes, and started gathering supplies for the exam.

"Alright, Kurt. Lie back and let's get this exam over with. I'll be as quick and gentle as possible, but you're going to feel pressure, and probably some pain. Again, tell me if you need to stop and we can take a break. Blaine, you can take a seat if you like."

"I'd rather stay right here," Blaine said, standing at Kurt's head. "If you don't mind." He smiled down at his boyfriend. 'I love you,' he mouthed. Kurt responded in kind, his eyes locked on Blaine's.

Dr. McAllister nodded. It was obvious that the boy lying before her was fragile, and barely staying in the room, and that the other boy was a steadying influence. "Had you been sexually active regularly prior to the assault?" she asked.

"Never," Kurt said. "We…I wasn't ready. I'm not ready. Blaine is my first boyfriend." The exam was embarrassing and excruciatingly painful. He was both incredibly thankful to Blaine for staying, and mortified that Blaine was seeing him like that. Tears rolled down his face. "Blaine, it hurts," he whispered.

"I know, baby. Do you want to stop?" Blaine asked tenderly.

"I just want it over with," Kurt said.

"Almost done," the doctor said. "I'm just going to apply a mildly anesthetic antibiotic ointment. Are you allergic to any medications?"

"No," Kurt said. He continued to lie there as the doctor applied the ointment, and he sighed in relief as the cool gel took affect, easing the worst of his pain. "Thank you," he said.

"Alright, then," Dr. McAllister said, stripping off her gloves and dropping them into a biohazard bin. "You can go ahead and get dressed. I'll be back in a few minutes with some prescriptions. I want you on antibiotics, and I'm giving you more of that cream."

Kurt nodded, and let Blaine help him sit up. The other boy handed Kurt his clothing, then turned his back, studying the posters on the wall. Kurt cleaned himself up with the paper towels left by the doctor, then dressed as quickly as his body would allow. He tried not to look at the drops of blood staining the paper protecting the exam table. His blood.

"I am so proud of you," Blaine said, sitting down with him in the chairs. "You did so well."

"I'm just glad it's over," Kurt said. But it wasn't. Not by a long shot.

The doctor walked back in, prescriptions in hand. "Alright, Kurt, I'm going to ask Blaine to step outside for a moment while I give you some instructions."

"Blaine can stay," Kurt said immediately.

Dr. McAllister smiled indulgently. "Kurt, I understand your trepidation. But there are a few things I need to discuss with you that I don't think you'll want Blaine present for."

"I'll be right outside if you need me." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, and left the room.

"Thank you, Blaine," the doctor said. She turned back to Kurt. "Alright. Now, for the oral antibiotics I'm giving you, you'll need to take them with food. Which means you need to start eating. I can tell you're starving yourself. Probably because of a fear of elimination."

"I'm not talking about this," Kurt shook his head. "I'm just not."

"Unless of course you have an eating disorder. Did your issues with food begin before the attack, or after?"

"Okay! I'll start eating, as long as you stop talking about this!" Kurt exclaimed. "But it hurts so bad. And there's so much blood."

"I understand that. But the medication I've prescribed will help you heal. And you need to eat with the antibiotics for your body's sake. You're going to be fine. But I'm also sending you for a battery of blood tests. They'll be repeated at three and six months, and before you decide to have sexual intercourse. Which, I would highly recommend you use a condom for. Every time."

Kurt nodded. "I think it'll be awhile before I get to that point," he said. "But the guy used a condom. Why the tests?"

"Because we're being thorough. To be safe, I'm sending you for the testing. Additionally, I've prescribed two large tubes of the ointment so that you can apply it to any other injuries that you have, like those bruises you mentioned on your torso."

"Is there anything else?" Kurt asked, casting a glance toward the door.

"Just one thing. Our receptionist called the Lima Police, and two female officers are waiting to speak to you. From the limited information we have, they think you're one of several known victims of this guy."

"I won't speak to them without Blaine," Kurt said firmly.

"We have a conference room that you can use to speak to them. You four will be comfortable there."

"I won't be comfortable until this comes to an end," Kurt said.

Part Two - The Lima Police

Blaine was humming under his breath as he returned to the medical clinic, two hot cups of coffee and a large sugar cookie in his hands. He juggled them as he pulled the door open. Kurt was standing in the waiting room, obviously looking for him. "Hey, sweetie. I brought you coffee," he said softly, walking over to the boy.

"You left," Kurt whispered.

"I'm sorry. I saw the officers and thought you might need coffee, and maybe a little sugar, to get you through this." He held up the bagged sugar cookie with a teasing smile.

"Thanks. Come with me? I need to talk to the officers."

"Of course," Blaine said. He handed the latte to Kurt, who took it gratefully and led him down the hall to the conference room set aside for them.

Kurt sipped the latte and made a face. "This is not from the Lima Bean," he said wryly.

"It was what was available. I'll take you to the Lima Bean when we're done here, if you like."

"I have to go have blood tests first. Then we'll see," Kurt said. The two sat down next to each other at the conference table.

"Hello, Kurt," one of the police officers said pleasantly. "I'm Officer Hannigan, and this is my partner, Officer Forbes."

Kurt shook hands with each of the officers. "I'm Kurt Hummel, and this is my boyfriend, Blaine. He's here for moral support."

"You don't have a parent present?" Forbes asked.

"No. I called my dad as Officer Hannigan instructed while we were waiting for Blaine, and he told me I could go ahead and talk to you guys, if I was okay with that. Otherwise, he would come right over."

"Wait, Hummel?" Forbes asked. "Is your father Congressman Hummel?"

"Yes," Kurt said. "I fail to see what that has to do with anything."

"As the child of a congressman, there are certain…media precautions we'll have to take regarding this case," Officer Hannigan explained. "I wish he would have come down here with you."

"I don't need my dad," Kurt said firmly. "The only evidence I can give you are the pictures of my injuries, taken the night it happened."

"Pictures?" Blaine asked. "You didn't tell me you took pictures."

"I don't know why I did," Kurt said. "Maybe because I didn't believe it had actually happened. And no, Blaine, you can't see them." He pulled out his iPhone. "Here," he said to Officer Forbes, sitting closest to him. "I need my phone back, though."

"If you'll email them to me, you can have the phone back right now," she said helpfully, scribbling down an email address with a Lima Police domain.

Kurt took the paper, and thumbed quickly through the photos, hiding them from Blaine's eyes. Suddenly, he gasped. "I don't remember even taking these!" he exclaimed.

Blaine couldn't tell if it was excitement or horror making his boyfriend practically bounce in his seat. "What is it?" he asked quietly.

"The semi-tractor," Kurt explained. "I took a picture of the bastard's semi-tractor. And the license plate. And the gas station sign. And they're time and date stamped by the iPhone." He quickly sent the whole folder to the officer. "Will that help?"

"Immensely," she assured him. "With a time delay of nearly seven days, it's hard to find any evidence whatsoever. But this should help us build our case against this guy. It's likely that he's a serial rapist, Kurt. We have several other victims with the same M.O. I can't give you any details of their cases, of course, but they've all given us leave to state, for your peace of mind, that none of them have tested positive for anything up to this point. Your doctor will probably send you for intensive tests over the next few months."

Kurt nodded. "She's already ordered them," he said. "Can we finish this up? I'm really tired of talking about this. It's all I've done for nearly twenty-four hours."

Officer Hannigan smiled. "Unfortunately, we're going to need to go over the details with you again," she said. "Just to get it all down in order."

Kurt took a deep breath and nodded. And then spent the next hour and a half answering questions of the officers. Blaine helped out when Kurt lost his words, but kept silent, just holding Kurt's hand the rest of the time.

Finally, the officers, after handing Kurt a business card with his file number on it, let the two boys leave. Kurt sank onto the seat of Blaine's car, laying his head back against the headrest. "I just want to go home, crawl into my bed, and forget today," he mumbled.

"Well, we have to get some food, some prescriptions, you need to have that blood drawn, and then I'll take you home. What do you feel like eating?"

"I'm not hungry," Kurt said automatically.

"Baby, I haven't seen you eat a bite since I've been with you," Blaine said quietly. "You have to be starving by now."

"It hurts too much when I eat," Kurt said, hoping Blaine would get the picture without him spelling it out.

The look on Kurt's face brought understanding to Blaine. "Ah. Well, in that case," Blaine tried to be adult about the situation, "Chicken soup it is! Something light, bland, and easy on your stomach."

"If I promise to drink some chicken broth when we get back to my house, will you drop it?" Kurt asked.

"Is that something Carole would have on-hand?" Blaine asked. "Or do we need to go grocery shopping?"

"Should probably go grocery shopping. There's a grocery store with a pharmacy in the Lima Center Square. It's in the same complex as the lab I need to go to in order to have the blood drawn." Kurt sighed heavily. "Just…can you figure this out, Blaine? I'm exhausted, I haven't eaten in nearly a week, and all I want to do is drop."

"I'll take care of everything. When we get to the store, you go drop off your prescriptions. We'll go to the lab, then do the grocery shopping while we wait for the medication. Then we'll head back to your place, I'll warm up some broth, tuck you into bed, and make supper for the whole family. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," Kurt said with a genuine smile. "I don't know if Finn and Rachel will be there, but if she is, she can have leftover lasagne. Carole doesn't usually make multiple vegan meals in the same week just for Rachel. Dad's too much a meat and potatoes kind of guy."

Blaine chuckled. "Duly noted," he said. The two boys ran all their errands, with a few minor changes in plan due to Kurt's dizziness after the blood draw. On the way home, the pale boy laid back in the front seat, sipping apple juice with his eyes closed.

TO BE CONTINUED…

If, that is, I'm still getting amazing, constructive reviews. Next couple of chapters should be completely yummy. Including some happy, smutty goodness, which will be explained.