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Thank You to Shelly for being an amazing beta and giving me the confidence to write and post this.

Chapter 6

Blaine concentrates hard on driving; his parents had brought him an electric blue mini when he got his first teaching post, it was his dream car for his dream job. He wondered what his parents would think now if they found out that he was driving a vulnerable student to his house. He could imagine his mother's response, could practically hear her soft voice in his head: "Oh Blaine, you take care of him baby, but be careful." Blaine smiled thinking about his mom, he loved her dearly. It had been nearly two months since he had seen her. He made a mental note to phone her more often, he didn't want to drift away from her now that he had his own life. Thinking about his dad didn't make him smile as much. It wasn't that they didn't get on, but his father was set in his ways. He had wanted Blaine to follow his path and become a doctor, and although Blaine thought the profession was respectable, he admired his dad and the work he did, it wasn't for him. He just hoped that one day his father would respect his job choice as much as Blaine respected his.

Coming out of his thoughts, Blaine realised that the car ride was very quiet. Ever since they had gotten into the car, Kurt had been mumbling to himself; arguing more like it. But now there was silence. As Blaine stopped at a red light, he turned his head to look at Kurt who was in the seat beside him. His head was propped against the window, his soft brown hair sweeping over his closed eyes, tickling his skin. Like he was in the library, Kurt was curled up on himself. Blaine hated how vulnerable he looked. Blaine didn't wake him, he wanted to let Kurt rest as much as he could, as it was clear the young boy was exhausted. Blaine turned into his quiet neighbourhood. His parents had helped him buy his small house, and he was slowly paying them back even though his mom had insisted he didn't need to. It was a two bedroom, had a nice lounge area, a decent kitchen and a nice bathroom. No one had seen it yet, as Blaine hadn't made any friends in the area and he felt a little strange inside knowing that other than his parents, Kurt was going to be the first person to see the home that he had made.

Blaine got out of the car and walked around to Kurt's side. Carefully he opened the door not wanting to startle him, he crouched down and tried to wake him. When Kurt didn't wake up or respond to him, being in such a deep sleep, Blaine reached over and unclasped his seat belt and gently picked him up out of the car. Kurt's body was too light in his arms and Blaine instantly wanted to put a big meal inside of him. He carried him slowly into the house and laid him on the sofa, grabbing a throw and gently laying it over him, smiling when Kurt curled up around it. Blaine shook his head, realising that he had been staring at the student a little longer then he should have and headed back to the car to grab their bags. Blaine debated whether to leave Kurt sleep, a part of him wanting to as he knew the young boy would be able to rest soundly here with no disruptions and he would be safe. But Blaine had to clean up his wounds, he had to feed him, he had to make sure he was okay. Walking towards the kitchen Blaine decided to make him something to eat first, then he would try and persuade Kurt to let him take a look at the bruises.

Ten minutes later after making a sandwich for himself and Kurt, Blaine walked back into the living room. Kurt hadn't moved at all. He placed the food on the table and sat beside the sofa, waking Kurt up by rubbing his arms and gently calling out his name.

"Mr. Anderson?" Kurt whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah?" Blaine said back quietly, Kurt sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes. Blaine sucked his lip to stop himself from smiling; it was the cutest thing he had seen in a long time.

"I'm at your house?" Kurt's voice stayed quiet, his eyes wide. He looked so young and lost.

"Yeah, remember you were hurt." Blaine pressed softly.

Kurt nodded his head weakly, how could he forget? "I remember." Kurt looked around the room slowly, his eyes taking in the modern yet homely furniture. The white sofa and wooden bookshelves with coloured photo frames wouldn't be something he would have chosen for himself, but it all fit Mr. Anderson perfectly.

"I made you something to eat." Blaine said, sitting beside him now that there was room on the sofa.

"You did?" Kurt asked, a little surprised. He hadn't expected that.

"Nothing special." Blaine replied, chewing his lip suddenly nervous.

"Thank you." Kurt whispered, a faint blush creeping against his cheeks. Blaine handed him his food and they sat eating in silence. Kurt was mostly picking at the bread; he didn't want to be rude and not eat it but every time he swallowed his stomach ached.

"Finished?" Blaine asked once he noticed that Kurt had gone from picking at the bread to simply staring at it.

"Yes, thank you." Kurt smiled softly. "Shall I clean my plate?" Kurt asked, feeling some what awkward holding the dirty plate.

"It's fine, I'll do it later." Blaine shrugged, he took it off Kurt's lap and placed it on the table along with his. Kurt nodded watching him closely. "I have some cream and stuff, I fell down the stairs a few weeks ago, the pharmacy told me to use it. It makes the aches less achey." Blaine blushed at how stupid he sounded, but then when he realised that Kurt was smiling he didn't care how he sounded anymore. "Do you want me to help you put it on?"

Kurt chewed his lip, Mr. Anderson wanted to put cream on his bruises. Did his teacher realize just how many bruises he had? "Once he realises just how tainted you are Kurt, he wont want to help you." Kurt groaned, he had hoped that once he had slept the voice would stay gone for a little while.

"He wants to help." Kurt mumbled, looking away from Mr. Anderson. He didn't want him to think he was a freak.

"But that's what you are, a freak." Kurt's eyes watered at the conviction he heard in the voice. He was tired of being a freak.

"Kurt." Blaine said softly, snapping Kurt from his thoughts. Kurt blinked and looked over at him. "Can I put the cream on you? If it gets too sore or uncomfortable for you, we'll stop okay."

Kurt sucked his bottom lip and nodded, ignoring the taunts from the laughing voice in his head. "Great," Blaine smiled, needing to talk to fill the awkwardness that he was feeling. He stood up and waited for Kurt to do the same, when he did he led him up to the bathroom, aware of every wince Kurt made on his way up. The bathroom was small when they were both in there and when Kurt sat down on the corner of the bath, Blaine was aware of just how small it was when his legs kept brushing against his as he routed round the medicine cabinet to get the cream. "Got it!" Blaine said, once again needing to fill the silence. Kurt chuckled softly, it was a beautiful sound and Blaine wanted to hear more of it. "Right." Blaine said standing up. "Let's start with your chest, yeah?"

Kurt nodded, chewing his lip harder. He tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, but it hurt too much and when Mr. Anderson noticed, he helped him take it off. Blaine forced his eyes not to stare at the bruises, he remembered how self-conscious Kurt was the last time they were in this position, but it was hard not to stare. Kurt's chest was a mixture of black and blue. "This might be cold." Blaine whispered, he sat down on the closed toilet lid and put some of the cream on his hands, he waited for Kurt to nod for him to start and then he slowly began to rub the cream against Kurt's warm body. Blaine tried not to think as he did it, he didn't want to think about someone hurting Kurt like this, he didn't want to think about how when he touched him all he could feel was bone, he didn't want to think of Kurt being so lost and alone and having no one to help him.

"Who did this to you, Kurt?" Blaine whispered, he had finished his chest now and had asked if anywhere else hurt. Kurt had sheepishly replied that his legs were sore too and Blaine helped him pull his trousers down. His right knee was purple and swollen. "Kurt..."

"He stepped on it." Kurt whispered quietly.

"Who?" Blaine pressed again, rubbing a generous amount of cream on his knee wondering if it would do any good, as it looked to sore for over the counter stuff to have a proper effect on it.

"Just some jocks." Kurt sighed.

"They're going to hurt you for telling!" The voice jeered and Kurt shrugged, he didn't care anymore. "They'll hurt you even more." The voice continued.

"I'm used to being hurt!" Kurt snapped, wishing the voice would just shut up.

"You shouldn't be." Mr. Anderson said softly. "I'll grab you some sweat pants to put on for now, be more comfortable than the school trousers."

"Thank you." Kurt whispered. He felt better already – not completely but the ache had lessened. Mr. Anderson left the room and came back a few minutes later with a large tee and sweat pants.

"They'll be too big, but comfortable." He explained as he helped Kurt put them on.

"Thank you." Kurt repeated.

"It's okay." Blaine said softly, it was the least he could do. "Come on, let's go downstairs, I'll drive you home in a minute." Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around his middle, and it was clear to Blaine that he didn't want to go home. "Or when you're ready?"

"When I'm ready?" Kurt whispered back weakly.

"Of course." Blaine smiled, "Come on." He helped Kurt back downstairs and put the television on quietly, he wanted to talk to Kurt but he could tell from the look in Kurt's eyes and how much he was concentrating on the reality television show that the younger boy didn't want to talk. So Blaine turned the volume up and tried to tune into the show too, glad that at least he had formed a bond with him. He just hoped Kurt would talk to him soon so that he could help him more.