A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed the past couple of chapters. You are all amazing.

Thank you to Shelly for beta-ing this. :D

Chapter 5

Kurt's feet dragged down the hallway, he had no idea where his body has gained the energy to actually move. "They're all looking at you, Kurty." Kurt groaned and put his head down, sensing that everyone was looking at him, he didn't need the voice to tell him. "They can see you're weak." Kurt nodded his head. As he walked people bumped into him as though they couldn't see him. Kurt often wondered if they could see him at all? He felt invisible most of the time. "Let's not go to class, let's go to the library. There's no point in you going to class anyway, is there? You're stupid, none of it sinks in."

"I guess." Kurt sighed, running a hand through his hair tiredly. "Where should we go?" Kurt asked walking around, no direction in particular. He wanted to get as far away from the students as possible. He didn't like how they were looking at him, they all knew that he was pathetic, they all knew that he was a freak.

"To the library, you like it there." Kurt nodded, he did like it there. There was something about the silence that comforted him. The library wasn't a very popular place amongst the students, most only went when they had to do research or when they wanted an excuse to skip classes. Kurt headed in the direction of the library, feeling better that he had a place in mind to go. "We can stay there all day, no one will hurt you there," The voice promised and Kurt allowed himself to believe that. He wanted so desperately to believe that no one would hurt him, even if it was just for a day.

The library was quiet, no one looked up to see him come in; they were all too busy doing whatever it was they were doing. Some were reading, others on social networking sites on the computers. Kurt walked straight past them all and headed to the lounge chairs in the back. The school had thought if they made the library more 'homely' then maybe more students would use it. These lounge chairs were mainly only used for students to have a comfortable make out place. Kurt sat down on one in the far corner and pulled a book from his bag, he moved so his legs were against his chest and rested his head on his arm as he started to read. Kurt was reading his English text 'Of Mice and Men'. It was a good read, he was instantly attached to the character of Lenny, feeling a bond with him; like Lenny no one understood him either. The words soon began to blur together and Kurt's eyes began to close slowly. At first he tried to shake it off, to wake himself up a little, but he soon gave into the fogginess of sleep.

Blaine groaned and looked up at his classroom door, wishing that he had psychic abilities to make the room next door shut up. It seemed that due to the rain outside the marching band was practising in the empty classroom next to his. Blaine had no idea how he could concentrate on his grading, listening to the racket. Reading through some of the essays on his desk it seemed as if his students had been listening to the marching band as well; a lot of their essays made no sense to him. Shaking his head, Blaine stood up and grabbed his books and headed out of his class, he shook his head at the noisy classroom and made his way to the library. He didn't want to become one of those teachers that took their work home with him. It wasn't that he had anyone there waiting for him, he just wanted to keep work at work and home at home. The library was blissfully quiet. Blaine headed straight to the back, he didn't want to be disturbed. He knew that the janitor closed the school at 6, which was 2 hours from now. That would be enough time to get at least half of his workload done. As he walked to the back of the library a soft sound made him stop. It wasn't a disturbing sound, definitely nothing that would have made concentrating hard like the so-called music coming from the marching band, but this sound was so out of place in a library that it made Blaine wonder what could be making such a delicate sound. Blaine headed round the labyrinth of shelves and his heart melted at the sight in front of him. Kurt was on the chair, his body tucked into itself, his thumb at the corner of his lips; he was practically sucking it. He looked so content and at peace. Blaine knew that if he left Kurt asleep someone would find him eventually, but had a feeling that they wouldn't be nice to him if they saw him looking so vulnerable. The thought made Blaine's stomach turn. He put his book down on the table and walked over to him slowly, he didn't want to scare him.

"Kurt." he whispered softly. The young boy didn't even move. Blaine wondered how long it had been since Kurt had had a proper nights sleep. "Kurt," Blaine said a little louder, this time reaching out and rubbing Kurt's arm, the boy flinched making Blaine's heart hurt. "Shh it's me, Mr. Anderson." Kurt's eyes flickered open slowly and he looked at his teacher with confused, hazy eyes. "Hey, you're in the library. You were asleep." Blaine smiled, resting on his feet as he crouched down.

"Oh." Kurt nodded and looked down.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, tilting his head. His eyes scanned Kurt's body, he could tell that there was something wrong. He looked so tense, so hurt.

"I'm okay." Kurt said, but it sounded automatic; void of any emotion.

"Don't lie to me." Blaine whispered. "Please."

Kurt looked down, how did Mr. Anderson know that he was lying? He sucked his lip, chewing it between his teeth until he could taste blood. The copper taste filled his mouth and he pulled a disgusted face. "Hey, stop that." Blaine said gently. Kurt released his bottom lip and looked up at Mr. Anderson. "You're hurt." Blaine whispered looking at Kurt as he moved, his shirt was big on him and baggy around his neck, revealing fresh bruises down his neck to his chest. "Who did this to you?" Blaine needed to know, he needed to know so that he could stop them. He didn't want Kurt to ever get hurt again. He'd do everything he could to make that happen. To make Kurt safe; protected.

"What? No one." Kurt said in a panic.

"If they find out he knows they'll hurt you more, Kurty. Make him leave." Kurt nodded, the voice was right like always.

"I don't want him to leave." Kurt said quietly. Blaine frowned watching him curiously. "Maybe he can help."

"He doesn't want to help you, Kurt." The voice snapped louder inside of his head. Kurt put his hands to his ears, showing Blaine the bruises down his arms as his sleeves rose.

"Kurt." Blaine gasped looking at him. "Let me take care of you, please. You need help."

Kurt frowned and stared at Blaine and shook his head. "I'm okay."

"You're not okay," Blaine stressed, worry evident in his voice. Kurt opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. He wasn't okay. He was tired of saying that he was. "Let me take you to the nurse's office." Kurt shook his head, he didn't like the nurse's office. It smelled weird and horrible and the nurse made him feel useless for being hurt. "Okay," Blaine sighed. "Let me take you home." The thought of going home to his dad made his chest tight, he didn't want to go there. Not after what he saw last night. The smell of sex was still in the living room.

"No." Kurt whispered weakly. "Not there."

Blaine sucked his lip, his mind jumping to the conclusion that Kurt didn't want to go home because his father was the one who had given him the bruises. The thought made him feel sick and he gripped his hands to his sides tighter; his nails digging into his skin as he pushed the anger he was feeling away. He couldn't act like this around Kurt. The younger boy needed him right now.

"Let me take you to my house then." Blaine said before he realised what he was saying. "I can clean up your wounds, make sure nothing is broken." Blaine's voice was so soft and Kurt was falling under the spell he was casting over him.

"Okay." Kurt whispered, realising what Blaine had offered, it took him a moment to realise that Kurt had accepted the invitation.

"You'll come home with me?" Blaine asked.

"Yes," Kurt nodded.

"He's going to hurt you Kurt. Don't go with him!" The voice was screaming at him now.

"He won't." Kurt snapped, startling Blaine.

"Come on, let's go." Blaine said softly, not wanting Kurt to draw any attention to himself. He picked up Kurt's books and led him out to the car, having absolutely no idea what he was getting himself into as Kurt followed him, talking to himself angrily.