I know it's taken a while but I think it's been worth the wait. In the very least it's more detailed and longer than my previous updates.
Warning- abuse, rape (both non-graphic and graphic), mentions of suicide- if not comfortable or if it is a trigger do NOT read :P

Chapter 15

Blaine was pulled from his thoughts, having traded reading to watching how peaceful Kurt looked, to Kurt shifting on his body. Soft sobs were coming from Kurt and the younger male wriggled as if trying to get away from something.

"Hey, Kurt." Blaine whispered gently, shaking the boy softly. Kurt shifted. He couldn't hear for his nightmares. "Kurt, love it's just a dream." Blaine placed a hand to Kurt's forehead to find the boy was sweating. Gently, Blaine lifted Kurt from on top of him so he could roll out from under the boy. Kurt was still shivering and shaking. Blaine was worried as he watched small tears leak from under Kurt's eyelids.

The boy shifted as Blaine attempted to wake Kurt again. Shaking the boy harder now. Blaine was getting desperate. He couldn't bare to see Kurt in so much pain.

KURT'S DREAM

"I swear I didn't take it." Kurt pleaded with his Dad. The man had lost his drugs and Kurt was getting the blame again.
"Liar." Kurt was smacked soundly across the cheek. It stung where he had been hurt but it was not the worst pain he had endeared. "I you that fucking desperate. Get your own if you want some." His Father shouted at him. Kurt stepped back, afraid of what the man would do.

"I swear I didn't..." His Father kicked him below the belt, causing Kurt to double over in pain. He let out a soft groan but his Dad wasn't done. "Tell me what the hell you did with it." The man kicked Kurt again.
"I didn't. Please don't." Kurt whimpered as tears fell down his cheeks. His Father wasn't having anymore of this.

The man wanted his fix and if this little faggot wanted to take it from him well, he'd have to pay the price. The man punched Kurt in the stomach and while the boy doubles over he pushed him down. Kurt let out a soft groan as his head collided with the floor. He tried to curl into a ball but wasn't fast enough. His dad's foot swung out, kicking him in the stomach hard enough to crack a rib or two.

Kurt let out an agonised scream. It hurt like hell. The man had kicked him right where his Uncle had stabbed him only weeks before. As he clutched the side he could feel blood leaking from the split stitches in his side. He coughed.

"I'm gonna ask one more time, where the hell is my stash!" The man shouted at his son as he delivered another kick to Kurt's stomach. Kurt screamed again.

"Mom...Mom took them." Kurt's vision was starting to swim. Black dots appeared in front of his eyes but Kurt refused, for an unknown reason, to let go.
"Don't lie to me boy. If you won't tell me where they are then you'll just have to pay to get more." The man kicked Kurt again as he realised what exactly that meant. "And your Uncle will want payment for your second hospital visit this month boy!" The man screamed.

He kicked Kurt once more in the stomach. Kurt let out a screech. His side was burning. It felt as if it was being spilt open with the knife all over again. The last thing that Kurt saw, before he fell into the blackness, was blood being coughed up. With one more moan Kurt hit the ground, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his side bled and blood poured from his mouth. And all because his Mom had took his Dad's drugs.

IN THE PRESENT

Blaine watched as Kurt let out a loud sob before his eyes flung open. He bolted upwards, clutching his injured side as tears poured down his face. Blaine reached over for the waste bin, which was mercifully empty. Kurt was practically translucent and he looked as if he was about to be sick.

As soon as Blaine handed Kurt the bin Kurt retched into it. Small sobs wracked his whole body that were obviously painful for the boy. Kurt retched up what little he had eaten before he just dry heaved. Throughout the whole thing Blaine (who was currently thankful for his strong stomach) was sat, rubbing circles into Kurt's back.

By the time Kurt had finished a smell of sick had appeared in the room. Blaine helped lay Kurt back down onto the bed before leaving the room to clean the bin and get some water for the boy. As Blaine entered the kitchen he found Mr Schue sitting on the table, marking a few papers. He offered the distressed boy a reassuring smile before going back to grading the papers. Blaine had nothing to say to this.

Blaine reappeared at the door to find a frightened looking Kurt shivering on the bed. His whole pallor was deathly pale, which honestly scared Blaine. Sweat and tears mixed together onto Kurt's face, drenching his limp chestnut hair. His beautiful glasz eyes were dimmed and far away, as if he were in a nightmare.

Blaine helped the younger boy to sit up and drink the water. Kurt's body was warm to the touch but Blaine knew enough to know Kurt wasn't sick, but instead scared. Hugging the countertenor close to his chest, Blaine listened to Kurt's heavy breathing and sobs start to fade out. When they had totally subsided Blaine started to talk.
"Are you okay?" Kurt nodded, not trusting his own voice.

"You know you can tell me anything?" Blaine was desperate to help and the only way he knew how to was to get Kurt to talk about it.
"I know it's just..." Blaine looked at the younger boy, who had buried his head into the crook of Blaine's neck. "It's just I don't want you to leave me." Blaine winced at how utterly helpless Kurt sounded in that moment.

"I would never leave you." Kurt let out a bitter laugh.
"You don't even know half of what I've been through." Kurt was subconsciously scratching at his arm as he did this, as if he was trying to feel something that would tell him this was real. Blaine seemed to notice as well but didn't say anything as he pulled both of Kurt's hands onto his lap. "One day something will be too much and you'll run away and...And I don't think I could handle that." Kurt's voice broke on the last line.
"I promise, baby, I will never ever run away. I love you too much for that." Kurt didn't seem to notice. The tears just kept flowing down his cheeks.

"Hey, look at me." Blaine hooked his fingers under the younger boys chin, pulling his face up to look at him. Kurt's glasz eyes were full of tears and he looked so broken and desperate in that moment Blaine had no idea of what to say. "You are not worthless." Blaine kissed Kurt's nose. "You are beautiful." Blaine kissed Kurt's left eye. "You are strong." Blaine kissed Kurt's right eye. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." Blaine kissed both of Kurt's cheeks. "You are perfect and don't you dare let anyone else tell you otherwise." He finished by kissing Kurt's full on the lips.

By the time he was finished Kurt was giggling and the tears had stopped falling. Blaine gave his boyfriend a dazzling smile before pulling the countertenor onto his lap and started to place kisses up and down Kurt's pale neck. Kurt laughed again, louder this time until Blaine stopped. Kurt let out a small moan when Blaine put Kurt onto the bed. But Blaine as still holding Kurt close. "Now do you believe me when I say I'm not going anywhere?" Kurt didn't reply right away but when he did Blaine was silent.

"Before, I wasn't dreaming of the...rapes," Kurt choked out the word. "I was dreaming about my Dad." Blaine was interested now. He'd never heard anything about Kurt's parents. "He was angry about me taking his drugs, but I didn't my Mom did." There were small tears running down his face. "He hurt me and I could remember it all and it even felt like it was...like it was happening all over again." Blaine placed a kiss on top of his boyfriends head, as encouragement. "That's not all. I've tried to...I've tried to kill myself." Blaine tightened his grip on the boy. He couldn't understand why this beautiful boy had to have such a hard time that he actually tried to commit suicide. "I've tried a couple of times when things got...bad. But once I nearly did die." Kurt's voice had gone far away and his eyes had gone glassy, as if he was in a memory. Blaine listened entranced by his boyfriend.

The day had gone from bad to worse for Kurt. It was only a month into the first year of high school and already the jocks had dumped him in the dumpsters every day that week. It was as if the jocks could tell he was an easy target. Then there were the locker slams. He would be slammed into the lockers and called degrading names and even when the teachers and any students, who where always around, saw this no one did a thing. It was as if Kurt was either invisible or the world hated him.

Things got worse when he got back home. He hadn't even had a chance to get his homework out of his bag when his Uncle had entered the room. The man didn't even say anything as he stripped Kurt, pulled off his own pants and boxers and entered Kurt. The boy struggled but new it was useless. He just did what he did under these circumstances. He disappeared into his happy place, where he was normal and wasn't constantly raped. By the time the man had finished battering and using Kurt's body Kurt was crying, silently.

He had had enough though. No one wanted him around so why didn't he just kill himself. No one noticed and the only thing he seemed to be wanted for was for sex. Well Kurt had had enough and he was going to save everyone, who either wanted him dead or didn't care if he was or not, the trouble of doing it themselves.

That night Kurt found some spare pills in the house his Mom had. He took them back into his bedroom and poured the whole bottle of pills into his mouth.

At first Kurt didn't feel any different but soon he started to feel a little dizzy. Everything was getting disorientated for him and Kurt's head had started to thump. He groaned to himself, closing his eyes from the sudden brightness of the room and that was it. Once Kurt closed his eyes he had blacked out.

About a day later Kurt's eyes fluttered back open. He had a throbbing pin in his head but when he looked around, with his now blurry vision. He let out an irritable groan when he realized he was still alive. He couldn't even get death right.

Blaine was shocked when Kurt finally stopped talking. He was shook out of his daze by Kurt's soft voice. "I'm glad I didn't succeed 'cause otherwise I would have never met you." This made Blaine smiled but it did nothing to ease his mind.

"Honey, I didn't realize things where that bad. Please promise me you'll never ever do it again." Kurt smiled.
"Why would I, I have you." Blaine smiled before kissing the boys lips.
"I love you."
"I love you too." The two smiled before Kurt continued to talk.

"How much do you want to know Blaine?" Blaine was shocked at Kurt's sudden bluntness. There were small tears in the younger boy's eyes but he had a look of determination on his face. Blaine could tell that this was probably the only time he'd be able to get any information out of Kurt.
"I want to know everything but...if you get uncomfortable you don't have to tell me." Kurt smiled at Blaine before continuing.

"I've been...raped by Uncle Ben a lot but sometimes...sometime he gives me to strangers and that's worse than him doing it..."

"I want you to do as you're told, slut." Ben told his nephew as he drove his car to a small house in the countryside. "If you do anything stupid I will kill you. This man's offering me a lot of money for a night with you. I don't know why seeing as you aren't worth it." Kurt shivered.

He was scared. His Uncle had driven him up the lane and into the house. He had been pulled out of the car by this middle aged man. The man was quite good-looking for his age but the only thing Kurt felt was fear. It didn't matter if he was the ugliest guy in the world he was still going to abuse him.

"He...he hurt me. It was like he...he didn't care." Kurt's tears came travelling down faster as he thought back to that day.

The man pushed his dick further into Kurt, even though it wouldn't go further in. The younger boy was gagged and tied down to the bed. Even when he was with his Uncle he had been able to at least scream. Here he could do nothing but lie there. In pain.

"He was so cruel. He...he knew I hated it and he made it...he made it painful."

The man twisted Kurt into so many different positions that night. His body was aching all over and the man just laughed. It was as if he had a limitless supply of come a pleasure. What made it worse was that he re-fused to let the younger boy come. Kurt's dick was squeezed so hard that he was sure them man was going to pull it off. The man hit Kurt's prostitute hard, making Kurt's dick harden unwillingly. But he couldn't release himself. He couldn't even escape from the feeling. He was tuck.

"If I did something wrong he'd...he'd punish me."

When the man released his hand from Kurt's balls the younger boy let out a muffled scream behind the gag and came. The man growled untying him. Kurt thought that was it but the man just tied him up again but this time to a desk. Kurt's arse was in full view. The man let out a low chuckle before grabbing a ruler a slapping it across Kurt's cheek. Kurt screamed in pain.

"Shh...It's okay. Baby, stop it. Baby look at me." Blaine was calm as he forced Kurt's face to turn to look into his. Tears where leaking down Kurt's eyes. Images of the man wouldn't leave him. "You aren't there. You're safe. I'm not going to let him hurt you." Kurt nodded once before allowing Blaine to pull him further into the hug. Kurt sobbed and sobbed.

"Feeling better." Blaine asked after Kurt had finally stopped crying, a full half hour later. Surprisingly Kurt was feeling less upset. It was as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Can we watch a movie?" Blaine smiled before getting out of the bed. He put little mermaid into the DVD player before pulling Kurt onto the bed together. The two boys sang along to the songs as they cuddled. And for, what seemed, the first time in Kurt's life he was truly happy.

Not only was he singing loudly but he was also laughing and smiling. By the time the movie had finished the two boys were asleep. The younger was pulled against the smaller boy's stomach. And for the first time in too long Kurt had a peaceful night, wrapped up in his lover's arms.

This is not the end; Ben hasn't even been caught yet. I know it may have lost it a bit to the end but that was because I wanted to update and this was the first thing that popped into my head (although I'm glad I added the bit at the end as Kurt deserves some look for a change).

Will update (maybe) sometime this week.

Please review as they give me motivation to update :)