They make it to Kurt's room and Blaine completely recoils back into himself, seriously dreading the moment Carole lifts his shirt to reveal his battered back. Kurt and he are in the middle of the room, Carole at the door locking it, and Blaine has buried himself into Kurt's chest, with his arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
Kurt looks down at Blaine and strokes his hand lovingly through his curls, knowing how upset he is right now. Blaine doesn't like being seen as weak or vulnerable, the only person he can show that side to is Kurt.
Carole looks over at the young boy hiding away into Kurt and makes a sympathetic noise. "Honey, come on I need to have a look. Lift up your shirt please." By this point she is standing behind Blaine, facing Kurt, but is unsure on whether to touch him, fearing physical contact was only reserved for Kurt.
Blaine whimpers into his chest, shaking his head. He wants to change his mind. He doesn't want Carole to see. Only Kurt can. "No..." He doesn't care that he sounds like a petulant child, he really doesn't want this to happen.
Kurt brings his other hand to stroke softly up his back over his shirt and starts to whisper, only for him to hear, "Please honey B, do it for me? I love you and I just want you to be out of pain and misery. Please...?"
Blaine sighs deeply into the soft material of his boyfriend's shirt. He doesn't want this but he'd do anything for Kurt. Kurt was worth anything, even a little discomfort and embarrassment. "Okay..."
Blaine doesn't move from his place on Kurt's chest, he only squeezes a little tighter around Kurt, needing him at that moment. Kurt knew that Blaine wanted him to take off his shirt for him so he slowly raised the hem of his t-shirt for Carole to see.
Carole, the whole time they were quietly communicating, was idly tidying the room to distract herself and not eavesdrop on their conversation.
She had to hold in a gasp when she saw what was shown to her. Slowly, he raised the shirt, revealing to her the extent of his father's rage.
Kurt managed to get the t-shirt over his head, even though Blaine was being very uncooperative in the process because it meant he had to let go of Kurt for a second. As soon as the shirt hit the floor Blaine was back into his arm, face safely hidden away.
Blaine didn't want Carole to see his tears of shame that were slowly leaking out his eyes and staining onto Kurt. When Kurt felt the wetness against his shirt he just held on tighter, not wanting to draw more attention to Blaine as there already was.
Carole took a whole minute to fully comprehend what she was seeing. A father had beaten his son. Beaten his back so much, it was filled with angry purple and red bruises and littered with pink scars around his shoulder blades. Her eyes filled with angry tears. Angry at the fact that this man had hit such a beautiful young man, inside and out. She couldn't understand how you could get so furious that you would lay a finger on your own child. Blaine isn't even hers but she considers him her own and the thought of even doing something remotely like that makes her stomach turn.
She reaches out her hand tentatively and gently traces around some of the bigger scars, checking the flesh and the damage that has been caused. Blaine just whimpers at the touch but otherwise doesn't move nor comment. She takes this as a sign to continue, looking further down his back, nearer the darker bruises.
Black to purple fading into red. It symbolizes anger, pain, and regret. She can see it all clearer as it's written into his skin, leaving behind its heavy marks.
Throughout this whole ordeal, Kurt just massages his curls and whispers into his ear words of encouragement, "That's it baby", "I'm so proud of you", "I love you."
Carole inspects his back once more and goes into the bathroom quickly with a tube of skin cream and some form of oil...?
She directs her words to Kurt, knowing Blaine won't be up to talking much, "Rub this cream on his back twice a day and put this oil on his scars to reduce the chances of them becoming permanent. It should help them fade into his skin."
She puts the items onto his nightstand and kisses Kurt's forehead, before she silently leaves the room with a heavy heart.
"I'm so proud of you B, you did so well. How about a little massage for your back...?" Kurt continues with his ministrations of soothing Blaine, hoping he can calm him down enough for a nap later, knowing how much he needs it.
Blaine nods mutely into his chest, and starts to make his way over to the bed and flops down onto the pillows burying his face there. Kurt grabs the necessities from the nightstand, where Carole had left them and straddles Blaine's ass, sitting comfortably on his soft butt which he loves so much.
He leans down to Blaine's face an whispers softly into his ear, "Hey. Don't hide from me okay? You never have to hide from me..."
Blaine turns his face to the side to catch Kurt's eye and he sighs a little happy sigh at his boyfriends beautiful face. Kurt then kisses behind his ear knowing that that will bring a smile to his face. Every time without fail, Blaine smiles, even just a little, when Kurt kisses that soft spot behind his ear. Kurt finds it adorable.
Kurt sits up and wiggles his ass a touch against Blaine's causing him to erupt with a giggle. "Kurtbehave! I thought this was a massage for me? Not for you to grind against my ass..."
Kurt laughs at his boyfriends crude comment and leans down once more to whisper in his ear, this time hot and dirty, "Oh I will definitelybe grinding on your ass later..." He punctuates his statement with a soft bite to his earlobe, knowing that drives Blaine a little crazy.
"Kurt...stop, you're turning me on and I'd really like that massage..." Blaine tries to will away the stirring of interest in his cock.
Kurt sighs a sigh of mock annoyance and starts to apply some cream onto Blaine's sensitive back. He tenses slightly at the cool sensation but quickly relaxes at the hands that are rubbing soothing circles into his broad shoulders.
"Hmmm..." Blaine hums appreciatively sinking further into the mattress. Kurt loves Blaine like this, all warm and pliant under his fingertips, making soft moans when Kurt works out a particularly hard knot.
Kurt starts to travel his hands to his lower back, kneading the flesh but not too hard, he doesn't want to cause him anymore pain. Kurt focuses all his attention to massaging the bruised back before him and before he knows it, it's been 20 minutes and Blaine is softly snoring.
Kurt leans down to kiss his neck softly (even in his sleep he smiles!), and grabs for the oil to put onto his angry scars. He applies a little to his fingers and starts to trace each scar, leaving behind a trail of the oil in its wake.
Once he's finished he caps the bottle and puts it back on his nightstand next to the cream. He slowly rises from the bed, careful not to jostle Blaine from his sleep and slips away into the bathroom to wash his hands.
Kurt thinks he'll leave him for a while to nap, thinking he's done enough in one morning to earn a well-deserved sleep for an hour or two. Kurt comes back into the room and takes a moment to see the blissed out and peaceful expression of his boyfriend. He looks so happy with a beautiful sleepy smile on his face. He's breath-taking.
Kurt makes his way to his desk and starts to work on some business for Vogue, knowing he will have a lot to catch up on and dreading the day he has to leave Blaine to return to New York.
Meanwhile, Carole leaves the room of the two boys and makes her way down the stairs where she finally collapses on the last step, overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions that have overcome her from this morning. Silent tears rush down her face as the sight of Blaine's battered back is etched into her mind. All the hurt and pain engraved into her memory, making her relive the horror of seeing him lift his shirt for her to see.
A quiet sob wracks through her body, her control weakening as the moment replays in her mind, over and over.
This grabs the attention of Burt as he leaps from his armchair in the living room and quickly sees his wife sobbing on the staircase. He sits down beside her and brings her close to his chest trying to comfort her as much as possible.
"Oh Carole..." he starts but is interrupted by her broken voice, trembling as she recounts what he saw.
"Burt, you should have seen it...He's so broken and I'm not just talking about physically. He wouldn't even look at me, he was so ashamed. He shouldn't have to be ashamed, he shouldn't have to hide, he shouldn't have to be bruised or scared for his life...I would never ever hit my own child. This is going to affect him for the rest of his life and there is nothing we can do to stop it."
Burt lets a small tear escape him and looks down at his hysterical wife, knowing he needs to do something. But what...?
"We cando something Carole...we love him and protect him the best we can and...and he has Kurt. All he really needs is Kurt. He's always the one who's picked up and pieced Blaine back together the best..." Burt sighs heavily, his heart aching at the thought of Blaine in so much misery. "Everyone knows that they're it. They're that couple everyone envies with their love and ease around each other. I believe they'll be together for such a long time...maybe even forever. And I know that this. Right now. This is just another blip in the road of their long journey together. They'll overcome this like they have before, prom queen, that Chandler guy and even the break up."
Carole sniffles lightly into his chest, knowing he's right. He's always right. She looks up at the man she's fallen in love with and admires his wisdom and big heart. Big enough for all three of their boys. She smiles a little, which he returns, and she gets up rubbing at her eyes and face, trying to clean up a bit.
She breaths in a deep breathe, trying to calm her emotions, already making plans for a lazy day in with Disney movies and hot chocolate, Blaine's favourite.
Burt stands and hugs his wife tightly, reassuring her, and walks away back into the living room, thinking about how to fix this.
Carole busies herself into the kitchen, coming up with a spread for the boys to enjoy for the day, filled with junk food snacks. She knows Kurt will complain but Blaine likes it so he'll settle down and eat it anyway. As she cleans up the kitchen from the mess she made, she hears the distinct sound of two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs.
Carole walks into the hall at the front door and sees them both holding hands (are they always holding hands?) and is about to usher them into the living room but is interrupted by the loud ringing of the doorbell.
She furrows her eyebrows, along with Blaine and Kurt, wondering if she invited anyone round for the day today. She opens the door and is surprised by the sight of a neat and tidy women, hair perfected and make up firmly in place. She's about the same age as Carole, maybe a little older and she can see how she puts herself forward. Looking polite and smiley, but Carole can see the anguish behind her eyes, sees how they're are bloodshot, giving her away.
Carole doesn't notice the way both Kurt and Blaine tense slightly behind her, and she shakes the women's hand as she speaks. "You must be Mrs Hummel..." She trails off.
Its then that Blaine finally speaks, "Mom..."
Carole freezes. Completely stunned. Burt from the living room, hearing the whole the interaction freezes.
"May I come in...?"