I love all the positive response I got from this story... and my other one, I got this idea when I woke up so have been writing all day for you Enjoy!

Don't own Klaine or Glee!

Kurt sighed and shifted wanting to get closer to the warmth surrounding him. He felt arms tighten around him mumbling something softly. Kurt opened his eyes and looked up, Blaine's face looking down at him, eyes bright.

"Good morning, my love." He whispered, softly running one hand down Kurt's naked body. "You look so beautiful." He smiled happily, loving the way Kurt blushed and buried his head in his chest.

"Good morning." Kurt replied kissing the spot just above his nipple, where his heart is. "I am so glad." He smiled looking back up "That this wasn't a dream."

"Well if it is a dream, I never want to wake up." Blaine kissed him passionately rolling over so he was on top. Pausing when he felt Kurt wince. "Baby? What's wrong? Was I too rough last night?" He panicked not wanting Kurt in pain.

"No... last night was the best night ever." He reassured "I...I must of... pulled a muscle." He said softly refusing to look at Blaine.

"How about a massage. That should help." Blaine asked wanting to help.

"No! It's fine... I promise!" He said quietly pulling away from Blaine slightly.

"Baby... what's wrong... You can tell me...Please!" He whispered upset. Giving him a dose of puppy dog eyes. Kurt sighed softly and slowly and carefully rolled over, showing his back to Blaine, who gasped in horror, how did he not see this yesterday? Was Kurt hiding it? Or did he not feel it because of the adrenaline running through him. Kurt's back was covered in dark bruises, looking a few weeks old Kurt closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath.

"Oh. No. No, no no... baby." Blaine whispered. "Who did this? Are you being bullied?" He asked slowly touching the largest bruise, pulling back when Kurt flinched "Sorry, but please tell me."

Kurt sniffed softly "It..it doesn't matter. He's gone. I have you. Besides." He rolled back around. "You're going through enough, what with you parents and NYADA..." He got cut off as Blaine kissed him gently.

"It does matter." He sighed against his lips. "Because it's you, and I hate seeing you in pain. Now who was it?" Blaine asked gently stroking his cheek.

"A-Adam." Kurt finally whispered, unable to hold it in anymore.

"Your New York boy you're kinda seeing?" Blaine asked through gritted teeth, trying to stay calm and not run to New York and rip him apart.

"Not kinda seeing. We broke up after he did it. Well, the fourth time he did it." He muttered bitterly. "Except, now he won't leave me alone, I wish he would stop texting me." He lent into Blaine heavily.

"Oh baby...Why didn't you tell me?" Blaine sighed pulling him close, careful of the bruises.

"I was embarrassed." He admitted "I had dumped the only person who truly cared about me."

"You had good reason too, but baby...I could of helped" He sighed sadly, then got an idea. "Lie on your front"

"What? Why?" Kurt whispered looking at him.

"Trust me."

"Always."

Kurt rolled onto his front, shaking slightly as Blaine straddled his waist. Slowly kissing one of the bruises. Kurt sighed softly. There was nothing sexual about this. It was a boy comforting the person he loved. He made Kurt feel loved. Blaine kissed every bruise. Leaving no area of his back untouched, loving the sounds the taller man was making, full of breathy moans and sighs. Blaine finished at the dip of his spine.

"Blaine." Kurt breathed sitting up and turning around, tear tracks down his face. He leaned forwards capturing Blaine's lips in a kiss. It wasn't urgent. Not hungry and wanting. Just a simple kiss, reaffirming what they already knew. They love each other.

"All that hate." Blaine whispered against his lips "All that anger that was used to cause you pain...It's gone." He moved a strand of hair away from Kurt's face "All that's left is our love." He smiled eyes widening when Kurt let out a small sob "Honey? What? What did I do?" he panicked, Kurt just shook his head pulling him into another kiss. "They... say your crap at romance" He joked wetly pulling away "But you're perfect." He whispered leaning his forehead against Blaine's who grinned proudly "well I try" Kurt just laughed kissing him on his nose. Only pulling back when a slam came from down stairs.

"Blaine?" A female voice called running up the stairs opening his door, freezing wide eyed at the two naked boys in bed together.

"Is he here Abby?" Michael Anderson came in behind his wife, Surveying the scene with narrowed eyes "Let's go downstairs sweetheart." He murmured to Abby. Then he glared at the two boys. "Clean up. Get dressed. I want you downstairs in 5 minutes." He ordered leaving the room. Abby stayed a second longer, looking like she wanted to reassure the two very embarrassed boys but left quietly.

"Shit." Blaine muttered frantically jumping up and pulling his clothes on "I'm dead! So dead! He is going to kill me. Bring me back to life then kill me again!" He rambled getting more and more hysterical, only stopping when Kurt pulled him into a tight hug.

"Shhhh baby...its Ok... We have done nothing wrong." He soothed. "When they ask, we tell the truth, you didn't want to be alone after, the shooting at the school. We're back together and was offering each other comfort. Ok?" He said looking at him hoping by saying what happened he wouldn't ramble and get them in more trouble later.

Blaine nodded taking a deep breath "I...Ok... They're in the wrong, they didn't even call! I could have been dead!" He said suddenly angry. Kurt sighed and grabbed his hand "Wrong way B. Go between scared and mad." He suggested rubbing circles into his back. Blaine took a minute but soon looked up "Ok, I'm calm, I'm ready." Kurt smiled in encouragement quickly putting his own clothes holding his hand out for Blaine to take.

"Together?"

"Together. Always"

I Know I said one shot maybe two...but I'm having too much fun!