So so so sorry for the wait. Life has been hectic. I promise to try and update more often. I'm already halfway through the next chapter. Thank you for the reviews.
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Previously…
Two boys were left standing in the choir room.
"So," Blaine drawled, twirling the flower between his fingers. "You said you have something to tell me."
Kurt smiled sadly at Blaine. This was the moment. Kurt had decided to tell him the whole story; a story only one person knew in full.
"Yes, but let's go somewhere more private. Is my house okay?"
Blaine grinned and nodded.
The two teens made the trip from the choir room to the parking lot in silence. Each boy's mind was too busy racing with nervous thoughts to try and strike up a conversation.
Kurt's heart was beating rapidly with anticipation. He was terrified of telling Blaine, not because he believed the boy would react badly, but because he was afraid of a break down while narrating the story. He had only been able to recount the incident in full detail once. Kurt was scared that Blaine would no longer see him as the cool, calm, and collected boy that he liked. He liked Blaine sort of looking up to him and he knew that would change if he fell apart that evening.
Blaine was nervous for an entirely different reason. The teen continued to sneak glances at the rose currently resting on the passenger seat of his car. His mind was whirling with different explanations for the white pedals that adorned the flower. Blaine had no idea what a white rose stood for, but surely such a sweet gesture could not lead up to a break up. The entirety of the short drive to the Hummel-Hudson home consisted of his mind attempting to find a fitting conjecture as to what Kurt could possibly want to talk about.
Kurt opened the door to his house determinedly.
"We can go down to my room. My dad is working late tonight at the garage and Carole has book club so she'll probably go their straight from the hospital. I think Finn went to Noah's for a video game night. So we'll at least have some privacy.
Blaine nodded silently, his mind to preoccupied to do anything more.
"Blaine, relax. I promise whatever you are worried about is not going to happen."
"Well from what I've heard, when your boyfriend starts a conversation with 'we need to talk,' the outcome is usually bad."
The two reached the bottom of the stairs. Kurt turned and pressed his lips to Blaine's in a chaste kiss. The countertenor's thumb brushed over the other boy's cheek gently.
"Don't worry, okay."
Kurt took Blaine's hand in his own and led them towards the bed.
As Blaine's eyes took in the room he realized that though it was lovely it didn't look like, well Kurt. When he had first entered Kurt's dorm he knew right away that it was Kurt's. There had been Broadway posters placed strategically to brighten the institutional white of the walls. Fashion magazines and Kurt's own designs were pinned to a large cork board that filled up nearly half of one wall. Kurt's desk was littered with picture frames filled with snap shots of both the Warblers and the New Directions. But this room was free of any personal touches.
It was a beautiful room, with what seemed to be a gold, red, and brown color scheme. The furniture was all brown with red and gold accents. The bed was a deep red color with brown and gold accent pillows. But the coloring was all the decoration the room possessed.
The shimmery gold walls were bare. There were no books on the desk. There was no Kurt.
"Um, so this is your room?"
Blaine's inquiry caused Kurt to pause.
"I redid it early last year, when Carole and Finn first moved in. I thought it could work for both of us since we were supposed to be sharing a room, Finn and I. And well long story short it didn't work out so now it's just my room since dad put on the extension. But I'm at Dalton most of the time now so, its more like a guest room I guess. Or at least that's what it feels like."
Blaine nodded sympathetically.
"So anyway," Kurt began, moving so that his side was pressed against Blaine's as they lounged on the bed. He released a long sigh and allowed for his head to rest on the shorter boy's shoulder.
"I know that you have probably heard some of the reason behind me leaving McKinley, but it might be cathartic to just get it all out so bare with me."
Kurt took a deep breath.
"Things had never really been that great for me at McKinley but it started to get really bad last year. I was used to the usual slushy facial and dumpster dives but one bully began to make my life a living hell. Dave Karofsky."
Blaine's eyes widened.
"I assume you know him. Anyway, he began shoving me into lockers so hard the bruises would last for weeks. He would rip up my papers and knock books out of my hands. Then I met Sam. He was hanging out with some of his friends from Dalton-"
"Wes and David?" Blaine asked with a smile, trying to lighten the somber mood.
Kurt nodded, smiling fondly.
"Yes, Wes and David. The three of them were at the Lima Bean and I had just had a particularly rough day at school. So rough that I apparently lost all of my grace and wound up tripping and taking Sam down with me since he was in line in front of me. After apologizing profusely, we talked for a couple of hours at the coffee shop and well the rest is history. The four of us began hanging out on the weekends and I was introduced to some of the other Warblers. But at school I was miserable, so miserable that one day I just... snapped. I was dropping off my textbooks. Sam was waiting for me in the parking lot so he could drive me to Wes's house."
Kurt shut his eye for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He took a deep shuddering breath.
Blaine sat up on the bed and pulled Kurt towards him so that the countertenor was sitting between his legs with his back resting against the smaller boy's chest.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. You know I'd never force you into doing anything." Blaine whispered into the blue-eyed boy's ear while rubbing soothing circles on the other boy's arms.
Kurt smiled and leaned into the curly haired boy.
"I want to though. I want us to know everything about each other, eventually."
Kurt gently took Blaine's arms and wrapped them around himself. It was a new feeling to be held, but it was a good feeling.
"As I went to close the locker, I was pushed from behind and went flying into it from the force. I was so fed up with everything that when I saw Karofsky's form retreating into the locker room I followed him. I yelled at him, he kept insinuating that I was out to convert and molest him. Well I told he was fat and stupid and that he wasn't my type. I told him to hit me; because he couldn't punch the gay out of me no matter how hard he tried. I honestly thought he was going to hit me."
Kurt took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling in a futile attempt to stop the tears from falling.
"He kissed me. He pushed me up against the locker and shoved his tongue down my throat. I tried to push him away but I couldn't because he was too big. So I kneed him in the groin."
Kurt chuckled a bit at the memory; it had felt so good to hurt his bully, if only for that short moment. He wiped the few traitorous tears from his cheek.
"While he was distracted I made a run for the door to the locker rooms, but he caught me by the back of my shirt. I was terrified of what he was going to do to me."
Blaine hugged Kurt tighter around his middle and pressed a soothing kiss to his shoulder.
"He turned me around and grabbed me by the throat. He pressed m up against the lockers, with my feet a couple inches off the ground. I couldn't breathe and I was panicking. My phone was in my back pocket and when it pressed against the lockers it must have called Sam."
Kurt gave a watery smile, "Best butt dialing ever." He tried to laugh butt it came out strangled and sounding ore like a sob.
"We heard footsteps running down the hallway outside the locker room and I guess Karofsky got scared as well. He pressed his fingers harder into my throat and whispered that if I told anyone that he'd… he'd kill me."
Blaine rubbed his hands up and down Kurt's sides.
"Then he let go of me and I practically crumpled to the floor gasping. He took off and about a minute later Sam found me like that. I really don't know what I would have done if Sam hadn't been there. He probably saved my life. I never told anyone what happened that day, well besides Sam. But my dad found out about the bullying later that weekend anyway, when he walked into my room to tell me he proposed to Carole. I had my shirt off to put cream on my bruises and Dad saw them. The next day I was enrolled in Dalton as simple as that."
Blaine turned Kurt around gently and kissed the boy. He tried to make it sweet and chaste, even though he felt himself flare with anger at what Karofsky had done to the perfect boy in his arms. He knew an angry boyfriend was not what Kurt needed right now.
Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around
Kurt giggled softly and wiped at his eyes.
"Mr. Anderson that was incredibly cheesy."
"But oh so true Mr. Warbler. I promise Karofsky won't lay another finger on you. What he did to you was terrible and I'm going to ensure you never have to go through anything like that again."
Kurt snuggled into his boyfriend's chest allowing Blaine to hold him, just this once.