Hello again guys. I was going to update The Odd Couple but a bigot got in my way of writing that, so I left a bitchy A/N there directed at said individual but I still feel shit about it all.

Thankfully (?) this chapter is an emotional roller coaster and it was easy to finish in my current state. I have had first hand experience with situations like this so know that this story sometimes is even a little close to my own history. This was hard to write but let me know if I did okay with it. So here it goes. The last bit of past truth that our boys haven't shared.

Love you all so much, and thank you for caring about this AU, that being the only thing about Glee that I own, my Glee-magination. R&R. Xoxo

Note to thee: All the (Italic flashbacks) are from from KPOV :D

Bittersweet Symphony

Chapter 16 – Broken

(BPOV)

Kurt.

My Kurt.

Raped.

Abused.

Scarred and afraid.

I'm gonna kill that person, those people, whomever they are. How could they? Why would they? Why are they allowed to breathe still when my Kurt is having such a hard time doing just that? The fucking world could be so cruel...to the best people a lot of the time.

Kurt was heaving into my chest, the tears that he was willing to spill not falling, only the dry heaves of such an emotional truth lingering in the air. I didn't know what else to do except console him. How one question regarding our sex life could open up such a large void in my lover's heart astounded me, and made me feel guilty that my libido was the cause of his reopened wounds.

After a moment Kurt tensed again, and pulled away. The look of fear in his eyes almost made me sob in response. I never wanted Kurt to look at me so afraid, never did I want him to be unable to wrap himself in me or I him, and it looked as if he was doing just that.

I had tried to pull him closer, to hold him tighter and he had flinched and backed off.

What had I done? What unsure feeling did I reawaken in the beauty before me?

"Kurt?" What else could I say that wouldn't freak him out? He needed to say what he could, if anything at all, and I had to be patient. Pushing for information would get me nowhere and it may scar Kurt even further.

"You won't want me." His eyes were void, expressionless as he talked to no one. It was meant for me obviously but he directed his gaze at the floor. I decided to give simple honest answers. I loved him, no matter what, and he needed to know that completely.

"I will always want you, you are the love of my life Kurt. I wasn't complete before I found you, and I will do anything, including nothing at all if you want. Whatever I can do to make you see that telling me any of this won't change how I feel about you. If anything it will make me love you more for being strong and letting me help you in any way I can... Baby?"

He looked up at me then as if in slow motion, his eyes finally making contact with my own and when blue met hazel I tried with all my might to keep him there with me. To hold him there in this moment, convincing him with my eyes that the love I had for him was real, and that we would get through this together.

"Blaine..." His voice was a whisper of the man I knew, but there was a determination behind it that I knew was him trying to be brave for me, for us.

"Yes Kurt?"

"Can you do me a favour and just listen while I'll tell you all of this? Let me get it out. I-if you freak out or stop me, I may break, and I really want you t-to understand this...understand me."

I just nodded, not trusting my voice to not betray me, as I held out a hand for him to continue, and rubbed soothing circles with my thumb on his hand when he finally accepted the gesture.

"Only my dad, Carol, Finn, Puck, and well someone else I'll get to, well r-really know what happened. It's along story but well...*sniffle*...it all kind started back in junior year in high school."

Flashback

"Fairy!"

"Homo!"

"Mind not sprinkling your fairy dust all over the place there Hummel!"

The insults were far from original, so they stung less and less each time I heard them. Even as I washed the slushie out of my face for the hundredth time, or climbed out of the gross dumpster after a famous but increasingly lack lustre dumpster toss, it never hurt all that much, just another emotional scar that would fade with time.

I meant it when I said that I they, my tormentors, would all probably work for me some day, I knew I was better than them, only because I was proud of who I was. I knew who I was. Kurt Hummel.

Even though my dad had told me that sometimes I dressed like I owned a magic chocolate factory, he and I both knew that it was something to be proud of, because I was who I was, and no one pushes the Hummels around, especially for being themselves. And that's all I ever wanted to be...myself.

That same year in junior high was also the beginning of a new level or torture from one Dave Karofsky. He was your atypical jock, who was never extraordinary in any way, I mean if it weren't for his height and all around size, he probably would have been forgotten as soon as you saw him. He blended, he fit in, and it was because I didn't that he decided that I was his new punching bag.

Now David never hit me, yes he threatened to, he even threatened my life once, but it was usually just the same locker slams leaving bruises I had to hide, the very normal slushie to the face and clothes that made me feeling cold to the bone, or the rampant insults he would throw at me that had all the snide intelligence of a preschooler talking with a mouth full of peanut butter.

Yes David wasn't the brightest bulb, and that neanderthal tried to make my life a living hell that year. It wasn't even the torment or even the death threat that was unforgivable, it was the lie that he was living and the hurt he threw at me in homophobic gestures that made my head spin.

David had kissed. Yeah, hence his living lie.

He had kissed me after I had stood up for myself at Finn's behest. My not them brother, and former crush Finn Hudson had told me to stand up to the bully that had been tormenting me. He didn't know it was his football teammate, nor did he know the extent of the torment but I took his advice to heart one day and confronted David in the locker room.

It was then during a heated yelling match that David had kissed me. I had been too shocked to say anything but merely push him away in disgust. He had stolen my first kiss, the one thing that I thought I could control was stolen from me by a closeted gay man who called me a fag on a regular basis. It was the first time that I cried for something that was taken away from me.

"Can you get me another drink Blaine. This is gonna be harder than I thought." Kurt's asking me to get him more wine had broken me out of my thought bubble.

Okay, so Kurt had his first kiss stolen from him in high school by one of his homophobic tormentors, threatened with his life, and apparently had a old crush on Finn? Why hadn't Finn helped more, and where was Noah during all of this...I thought they were friends. God I'm so confused...and angry, I needed another drink too.

"Sure baby, gimme a sec." I grabbed both of our glasses and headed to the kitchen to pour us each another glass. Kurt had gotten up, excusing himself that he was going to splash some water on his face and change into his night clothes. I knew he needed a break before he continued but I was so overcome with my own emotions that I was having a hard time thinking on any of them in specific.

But Kurt had asked me to not interrupt him with questions. He said he wanted to get this all out and I promised I would let him do that. I just had to hold my temper and be there for Kurt.

Once my love had come back out, looking tired but more calmed, I handed him his goblet and gestured to the floor bed that I had created in his absence. I had put two blankets on the ground with every throw pillow I could find, making it more intimate and hopefully comforting enough that he knew the level at which I would go to to make him feel at ease.

Kurt took the wine glass from me after appraising the little cuddle spot I had made, but sat as far away as possible from me but whispering a small smiling thank you as he sat down.

I had dimmed the lighting, and started up the fireplace that would offer some kinder light. Unfortunately, but not totally off base, I was thinking ahead , so that if Kurt broke down, the soft fire light may be easier on the eyes. The double meaning behind this didn't reach Kurt's thoughts thankfully, as he took a generous gulp and as he watched the fire spark, delved back into the story.

I later found out that David had not only been hiding that he was gay from everyone that knew him, including himself, but that he had lashed out at me for my confidence in pride in who I was because he had developed feelings for me. At first I was repulsed by him, almost dishonoured by the very notion that this verbally violent closet case thought of me that way.

I had almost passed judgement on David, but things...changed.

After the embarrassing and horrifying confrontation with David in the locker room that day, David disappeared off the bully radar. He became recluse after admitting to me that he had developed feelings for me, and he never bothered me from that point on.

At first I was relieved, granted I still got tormented by the other members of McKinley's jock squad, but I had made some new alliances that kept me sane; namely my now step brother Finn and his best friend Puck. They had made it their mission to be the Kurt Hummel secret service and basically flanked me wherever I went. It was the same for most of the year, I had my Glee club bodyguards and best friends with me at all times so even if Karofsky wanted to reaffirm his dominance as McKinley's highest douche bag, he wouldn't get that chance.

David never did that though. He stayed away, he seemed to have softened yet he still played the role of dumb jock but he was never really spotted tormenting anymore. It was like he turned over a new leaf, one which I fully applauded, but I decided to not give it another thought until, one day, prom night to be exact, where I was forced to.

Rachel, Quinn, whom was Finn's then on and off again girlfriend, and ex teammate and giant jack hole Jesse, and my friends Mercedes and Sam and I all decided to got to prom together.

I had decided that the night required an excessive amount of fabulousness so I had made my own suit, a kilt and tux inspired by the then recent royal wedding. It was stellar but apparently it only added fuel to the fire of some people's hate.

That night, after an embarrassing secret ballot for prom court, David was elected prom king and I...was elected prom queen.

I was horrified, completely and utterly. How could this happen? Why couldn't people just leave me alone and stop hating me for who I was. And now I was elected prom queen and David king?

After a crazed amount of arguments and hushed love from my quarrelling friends, I decided to not let people beat me, they couldn't touch me. I went back into the auditorium, the look of awe on all my friends faces as I got coronated. The blush and embarrassment was getting worse as I stood there crowned and waited for the silent room to say something, hell throw something, but I was somehow saved by one voice alone, one I didn't expect.

"Excuse me, can I have this dance?"

David stood there beside me, his hand outstretched for me to take, and it was the first time I had ever seen the big guy smile, really smile.

I sighed and thanked him with my eyes, "Yes, yes you may."

With a trembling hand I had taken Dave's as he led me onto the dance floor. The held breaths in the auditorium made it even more silent then normal. Then the whispers started as David spun me around as the music started. He looked nervous but I could see the familiar look of determination in his eyes, and it somehow made me smile. I was standing in the auditorium, dancing with a small on my face with a boy whom had tortured me and whom I had hated until recently for what he had done.

But here, now, he seemed so much more than the Dave I knew. He threw away his preconceived notions and let himself be...just be.

David was coming out; literally before my eyes and it was so thrilling to watch someone so hurt and forlorn blossom and start to be okay with themselves.

David looked put together, well dressed and his eyes looked clearer than I had ever seen them before, he even chanced me a few smiles, knowing he would be harassed about it but didn't seem to give a shit and danced with me.

The rest of the prom joined us in our dance shortly but that was the day that David became my friend. I didn't know how or why it happened but somehow my tormentor saved me, and apparently, as he twirled me without a care in the world on that dance floor he told me I had saved him.

"Wow."

"I know, that's the Dave I mentioned on Thanksgiving, the one that Noah said said hi. Him and I still talk. He's somehow become and stayed a friend even throughout the years. He's come to visit me here a few times, but since he got a job as a PR Rep for the Chicago Cubs, he's been busy setting up his new life. Blaine, somehow, I don;t even know how, but he saved me more times than I want to admit actually. Especially with what I'm going to tell you."

As much as my insides were burning from all this new info, and a small pang of jealousy stirred when Kurt talked with reverence about someone who used to emotionally hurt him, I said nothing and just let Kurt continue.

The rest of high school was uneventful except in Glee. David had joined for his senior year and after a very emotional brush with a suicide attempt finally came out to his parents. He lost a lot of friends, and his mother never accepted him again, but because of Glee and our bond over similar experiences I helped him realize that life was worth living, and the summer of senior year, and following freshman year in New York, he returned the favour.

Rachel and I were going to go to the finest theatre program in New York, we were set on it, but unfortunately I was kicked in the proverbial knads with that dream. I had been given the heave on musical theatre and it was with some kind of weird grace that I gotten accepted into Julliard with my reference letters and credits as they were. I was going into Voice but it wasn't until I got there that I found opera. The summer before we left for New York, and Rachel and Finn had finally sorted out their shit and had gotten together for good, I had spent a good deal of time with the Glee family, experiencing life before it changed for good.. We had gone out to karaoke every weekend in the summer and it was there that I met Xander.

He was a regular at the club on Saturday nights, even though it was all ages which usually turned most college kids off from the event, but this Parsons sophomore, who came back home to visit his cousins for the summer, blended in with the crowd and came out more and more, joining the New Directions in our nights of partying and celebration.

It was one summer night that Xander actually cornered me at the DJ booth and asked me out. I didn't even know he was gay, and it threw me for a loop. I accepted, having never really been approached by someone like that so brazenly before and he was definitely attractive. I had gushed at Cedes, Rach and Tina, and they were so happy that found someone to go out with, even if it was a summer fling.

Dave on the other hand was not so happy. He said it was silly to be jealous but he was, that and if it were him in Xander's shoes it wouldn't be fair to start anything with him because I was leaving for New York in the fall and wouldn't see him as much if at all. I told him that wasn't a problem and that it was a happy coincidence that he was New York college sophomore. Dave still wasn't impressed.

I understood Dave's point, even if it was a weak one but I went out with hm anyway, too excited to actually have my first date that I couldn't hold any negatives in any regard. I wanted a first date before I went to college and Xander had been nothing but sincere and charming.

To make everyone feel better I asked Xander to go on a double date with me and Cedes and Sam. He was the perfect gentleman, complete with giving me a flower on our first date, being attentive to my friends as well as me, and politely kissing me goodnight at the end of the night. It was picture perfect and I was on cloud nine.

We kept up the relationship, mostly timid but it was heated in spots, Xan was an intense individual, getting really excited about everything and eventually I came to the conclusion that he was in this for the long run; or so I thought. He had always said he love me intensely, and I at the time never quite knew what he meant by that, but I was overjoyed that someone loved me at all.

He behaved himself around my dad, dad never really liked him that much but just like my dad, if I was happy so was he, so he let sleeping dogs lie.

That fall I moved to New York, and since Xander was schooling at Parsons, he was heading back to New York as well and that's why I thought our relationship might work, or at least worth the try. We both lived in the city, he was in school for fashion which made me fall for him more everyday, and yet he was masculine enough to love talking sports with dad and Finn.

It really seemed too good to be true.

Noah, Finn and Dave were not so easily swain though. They saw the moments when he seemed a little too intense with me. He did always like to know where I was, and who I was with, and me never being in a relationship before, I fell for the oldest trick in the book...possession. I felt owned and I hadn't known how much so until the Hallowe'en masquerade he brought me to on the Saturday night.

Dave and Puck had come into town for the night of the party, both of whom hadn't started college that year but worked in Ohio still, and were going to hang with me and Rachel. How Rachel and Puck stayed friends had to only be because of Finn, and I had invited them to the party, wanting to spend as much time with my friends that I could.

.

Xander refused. I hadn't known how to react, I mean what did I say, no, I want my friends there and piss off my boyfriend whom I thought I loved?

Apparently that was where I went wrong the first time. Xander was furious, he started telling me that I was harbouring feelings for that 'fat fag' David, which made my blood boil. I pushed Xan off of me at the tone and comment and that's when things went down hill.

Kurt had finally started crying, apparently reaching the point in the story where things started to get really hard. I just resumed the soft circles I was rubbing on our joined hands and gave a comforting squeeze with that hand. I had move a little closer to him, shuffling on the blankets so that our knees were touching now as we sat cross legged on the floor. The position was innocent but it offered a relative sense of calm that I tried to wash over Kurt as he spoke.

"Kurt, you told me before, when it was me opening up, that if I wanted to stop it's okay. I'm going to say the same thing...if this is too hard we can just leave it alone for now, and cuddle and try and enjoy the rest of the night. I'm not going anywhere, if you're ready though I'm here."

I took the chance and reached my other hand out to soothe his shoulder, and it was the smallest of flinches in response, but it still startled me.

"I'm sorry Blaine."

"It's okay, I know it's not me, you're just tense. I'll do whatever your comfortable with."
Kurt offered a sad small smile.

"Okay I'm r-ready." He was starting to shake again.

"Kurt listen to me...take a deep breath...okay inhale...and relax, breathe for me baby." I repeated the calming exercise that worked for me in my youth and Kurt followed instructions and went with the flow, trusting me to calm him, which was a huge step in the right direction.

"Good baby, just...take you time."

"That night, b-before the party, Xan got really possessive. Told me who I could talk to, and asked me to not leave his side. I didn't want to be controlled like this, I wouldn't, no one pushes the Hummels around, and it was this cocky attitude that got me into trouble. H-He broke me Blaine. He forced himself on me! Our first time together was something taken from me! Ripped from me! Before we left for that fucking party he pushed me down and literally fucked me raw Blaine!"

Kurt was shaking again, looking like he may break in two and I just held true. I knew he had to get this out, and I wanted to know, to help but I was fighting my own war now, One that would have me tear pieces of this Xander guy off while I watched him writhe.

After a few minutes Kurt's voice softened but he wouldn't look at me.

"He didn't even prep me. I couldn't control him or even fight back, he was a lot taller and stronger than me and after the initial shock and pain I just gave up. I dropped the fight and will and gave up because... who could come to rescue me here, in New York, and no one was expecting me, and not many people knew where Xander lived. I just stopped fighting.

"I had gotten trapped and the most disgusting thing was, I just let him do it after a point, chanting that I was his, and his alone and I never corrected him...I never fought. I was weak, and stupid to believe anything that he ever told me."

I wanted to let go of Kurt's hand and ring my hair out of my own head, I was furious, but I held steadfast to his hand, trying to remember that circulation in his hand was essential and once again I didn't want to scare him off. I couldn't not stop myself from saying one thing though.

"You were never weak, and never stupid my love."

My voice sounded foreign to me, rasp almost dark but I sent it out with so much love that I knew Kurt could hear it. The sentence alone seemed to help him through this.

"He marked me everywhere Blaine, the bruises on my arms from where he held me down were so dark I had to wear a longer sleeved shirt with my costume that night. I was used, like yesterday's trash and I had just let it happen, because I felt like no one cared. Puck and Dave noticed something was wrong when they saw me that night, but I ignored them that night out of sheer fear of Xander. He asked me to ignore them and I obeyed, until at one point Xander went over to talk to two of his buddies, one's he regularly went out with, and I was left at the back of the other room where I was instructed to stay. I wasn't a submissive person, I'm still not but this...it scared me into a mold I wasn't comfortable with.

Dave had come over to me in a fit of worry, saying that it looked like my eyes were dead, like I had seen a ghost. The worry in my friend's eyes was enough to temporarily shake me of the feared spell I had found myself in. I whispered only two words to him as Xander came back in with his two friends, promptly dragging me out the party without so much as a word. I had said 'Help me'"

This was getting to the most difficult part of the story and I had started crying, but for what I wasn't sure. Kurt's lost innocence, the lost first kiss, his first everything when it came to relationships had been a hard story and as Kurt continued at explain I sobbed lightly at the information coming. Kurt was crying but held his breath and exhaled as he explained the horrible encounter of the night that scarred him hopefully not beyond all repair.

"His two friends, just took me back to Xander's, where all three of them, tied me up and used me as they saw fit. I was gagged for most of the time, t-they abused my t-throat so much that screaming had been fruitless at some point. I really thought I was going to die, my vision was blurred, and I was bleeding from the fresh cuts and bruises they were leaving on me. My ass was definitely torn, and my body was broken, but no more than my pride. Xander said this was my punishment for not giving myself to him, for being a tease, and for being worthless. He had made me think he loved me, but right before I blacked out from the p-pain he told me that he played me because I would be fun to b-break, us high spirited ones always needed to be broken early.

I don't know how long I w-was o-out, but I remember the cops being there eventually. Finn, Puck and Dave had somehow found me and it seemed that my little plea to David saved my life. I needed a transfusion apparently, I had three broke ribs, a broken nose, various other internal injuries and I had massive bruising on my neck from where Xander had went too far with breath play. Even if he had tried to deny it in court, I actually had full fingertip bruising on my neck that proved he tried to kill me. They all went to prison eventually, once the trial was done, all three for sexual assault, but Xander getting another sentence for attempted murder. If Dave hadn't...if he hadn't come in with...well Finn and Puck...I dunno..."

I tried to reach out to him but all he would accept was my hands, holding them to his mouth, kissing them in earnest, crying without noise but shaking from holding in the sobs as he let out all his pain, and I wanted nothing more than to hold him...that or get up and punch something until my hands bled. I never wanted to get back into boxing more than I did at this moment.

I was glad those fuckers were in jail, I was glad that Kurt's friends were there for him, I found myself forgiving Dave for hurting Kurt when he obviously cared about him. He saved his life, and for that David was now my enemy and my hero.

"Kurt? I don't think any less of you. Nothing was your fault baby, it's horrible that it happened to you and I wish I could have been there and known you then, protected you but you made it out alive, and you are officially the strongest person I know. I still love you, so, so much.."

"That's not all B-Blaine...I...gotta tell you the rest."

"There's more?" Kurt only nodded dropping his head, but I wouldn't relinquish the hold I had on his hands.

"Mmhmm, well you now know why I hate hospitals, my therapists had told me that I would probably suffer attacks from PTSD around hospitals from then on, and they were right, but it was so much more than that though. I closed myself off, only Dave, Finn, Carol, Dad and Puck know what really happened that night, I made them promise that it would be a secret and its the only thing Finn has ever kept from Rachel. It took me 3 years to find myself again, and I was only the shadow of my former self. I still concentrated on my music but opera allowed me the power release and emotion de-stresser that I needed. I fell in love with the music but I lost myself. I hardened, I forgot my friends and only associated with the people I had to and mostly...I became a calculating bitch because it protected me. I built this shield and lost touch with my emotions. And...that's how all of my relationships have been since. I've taken control, I always have to be in control, and until you...I never allowed myself to love. I slept around, threw myself into one night stands, the only relationship you could say I had was with Jackson, which was on and off again, basically sex. I would top...always, never letting myself be in that position again, never wanting to feel helpless again...I had to be in control Blaine...I had to be, I couldn't loose myself again...and now I'm afraid of what you'll t-think of m-me."

Finally his tears fell. There were no sobs only the ragged breaths of release, and the feel of his tears hitting our joined hands. I had been crying silently myself still, and the outpouring of emotion was so tangible I could have been touched.

"Kurt do you honestly think that I would love you less? For protecting yourself, for protecting your heart which you deemed most valuable? Honey you survived the only way you knew how. You took control because everything in relationships had been taken from you, and I can definitely see how that would make you close down. I do not love you less, perhaps more even. You...Kurt Hummel...are by far the strongest person I have ever known."

I took the chance and leaned over and attempted to brush the tears off his face with my hand, and thankfully he let me, sighing when the warm pad of my thumb caressed his cheek. He lightly nuzzled into my hand then.

"Even if...I'm used, and scared, you s-still want me...like that?"

How was this even a question, he was still the amazing Kurt Hummel, nothing had changed, he was just more exposed, and I was going to protect the fragile creature that had finally shown himself to me.

"You..." I chanced it again and leaned in to kiss him this time, the lightest brush of my lips, and when he didn't flinch I knew we would be okay.

"You...Kurt are beautiful, and definitely not used. You may feel broken but I will piece you together as best as I can. And of course I still want you like that. I need to show you that it can be tender and loving, passionate and sensual. You need to know how you make me feel every time we're together. I will always want you, no matter what."

After an undetermined silent break Kurt finally spoke again, this time to me and not at me.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for fighting Kurt. I'm so glad you fought long enough to let me love you. I promise to take care of you and never break your heart, body or mind. I will take care of you as long as you want me to."

"I love you, and I'm sorry I never told you all of this before."

"It wasn't mine to know before you told me beautiful, you know I love you and that I would never hurt you?"

Kurt barely hesitated when he answered, " Yes."

"Good, and I know that you love me too, and trust me with your intimate secrets. I won't betray that trust Kurt."

Kurt moved forward then and kissed me ever so softly, allowing me to move him into a lying position a little closer to the fireplace, and I pulled the blanket up over us on our little make shift bed on the floor. There wasn't much else spoken for the remainder of the evening, a few consolidation words on my part, the gentle lull of my words seeming to soothe Kurt into a state of contented exhaustion. He let me hold him, and I knew we would be alright. The last of Kurt Hummel's past we revealed to me and as much as I could say I would never wanted to hear about such horrible things about my Kurt's rougher earlier life, I was glad he had consoled in me.

It showed he loved me, trusted me with his darker past. We both had demons, mine were my parents and a few high school bullies. Kurt's were tormentors and bigots, and violent exes whom I would love to see rot in prison until the end of their days.

We had different experiences, his more scarring than mine but no more hurtful. He had saved me, and I knew I would walk to the ends of the earth to return that favour.

"I love you Kurt. Goodnight beautiful." We nestled into the makeshift bed, knowing that we would regret passing out here with creaks and stiff necks in the morning but we were both too exhausted to move. I made sure to settle him on my good side, both of us knowing the perfect way to cuddle and talk without me straining but with both of us still comfortable.

Once I knew I couldn't hold back anymore, I let sleep win this round. Kurt's breath had evened out so I assumed it was safe to sleep, when I heard a whisper.

"Love you too, I'm sorry Blaine. Don't deserve you...worthless. But...I know you love m-e.."

My heart broke again, but that last part...I knew with a little reassurance, he would be okay, at least I hoped so. So I whispered back a little delayed but I waited for Kurt to be truly asleep.

"You deserve the world and more, I'm so sorry. Goodnight angel."

(;_;)

Sniff...okay I'm going to go and cry in a corner with my cat, and wallow over this incredibly difficult chapter. I was reliving memories and crying..."I'm such a girl!"

So I tried to tie in a few canon glee moments but with my own twist. Dave/Kurt friendship literally came out of nowhere but it worked so well. Now that Dave's not an asshat anymore :D

As much as this was sad, leave a review and tell me that it explained Kurt's torment, and his old icy exterior. They will continue to struggle but...it's Klaine, they are endgame ( loves of their lives – Blaine said it not just me :D). More to come, something lighter eventually as Blaine and Kurt keep helping each other through the giant bumps that life has thrown them.

And maybe some much needed porn is in order ;)

Love you all. xoxo

Ta!