A/N: Hope you are still enjoying reading this, as I am writing it.
Thanks to Shelly for making me believe in myself, even when others don't.
Chapter 7
Kurt stretches out on the sofa a little, he's shocked when he feels his bones stretch like normal. There's no ache, no wince of pain as he moves. The cream Mr. Anderson had used on him was working wonders. "You okay?" Blaine asked from beside him. They had been sitting on the sofa for almost an hour, Kurt's eyes had been fixed to the television screen and Blaine's had been fixed on Kurt; constantly looking over at him to make sure that he was okay.
"Yes," Kurt said softly. "Thank you Mr. Anderson."
"Call me Blaine, you're at my house. Mr. Anderson sounds kinda weird here." Blaine smiled, he would do anything to make Kurt smile like he had just done.
"Okay," Kurt said, "Blaine." He added, testing the name on his tongue. It sounded so right. Blaine grinned at him and rubbed his shoulder softly. Kurt tensed for a second, scared that Blaine would hurt him, but when he moved his hand away, leaving nothing but the gentle memory of his sweet touch, Kurt realised he would never hurt him.
"He will!" The voice was back. Kurt groaned. It had been so peaceful without it. Kurt had lost himself thinking he was normal, just on the sofa with a friend. "He is not your friend!"
"He won't hurt me!" Kurt mumbled angrily, he pulled away from Blaine, he didn't want him to see him like this. "He won't! He won't! He won't!" Kurt was screaming now, so tired of it all.
"Hey, Kurt." Blaine's voice was there, so soft, so kind. He wasn't going to mock him, he wasn't going to call him a freak. Kurt looked over at him slowly, his eyes watering with tears, his face red with a mixture of shame and anger. "Who are you talking to?"
The question struck a cord in Kurt. No one had ever asked him that. Everyone had just assumed that he was a freak, talking to thin air; because he was mental or because he wanted attention. Who was he talking to? Kurt wasn't sure he even knew. "Kurt?" Blaine pressed again, those warm chocolate eyes never leaving his; despite how much Kurt wanted to look away from him – he just couldn't. "Kurt, it's okay, you can talk to me."
"I don't know who it is." Kurt whispered, his stomach a ball of knots.
"Shut up!" The voice screamed, his head ached so much. He held his hands to his ears hoping to shut it out. He didn't want to hear it anymore. "He'll leave you. He wont want to know a freak Kurt. He'll leave you in the end. He's helping now, but he'll grow tired of you. You're just pathetic. Everyone sees it Kurt. Blaine will see it too."
"He won't leave me!" Kurt sobbed, he looked at Blaine, nothing but desperation in his eyes. "Promise me you won't leave me."
"I promise." Blaine said, his heart aching for the broken boy in front of him. "Block it out Kurt. Whoever, whatever it is. Just block it out. Focus on my voice."
"I can't." Kurt sighed sadly, "It's just screaming now. I can't..." Kurt squeezed his ears again. The voice just making noise, it wasn't saying words now, just making angry noise, making it impossible for him to hear what Blaine was saying.
"You can." Blaine promised, "Come here?" Blaine didn't really know what he was doing, he just knew he needed to help him. He needed to do something.
Kurt looked at him a little hesitantly, Blaine had his arms open for him, waiting for him to crawl into them. Kurt did so slowly. Blaine was so solid, so warm, so there. He wrapped his arms around Kurt tightly, but at the same time so careful not to hurt Kurt. It had been so long since Kurt had arms around him like this. It felt nice. It felt more than nice. Kurt was sure it must be a dream. Blaine was rubbing soothing circles in his lower back.
"Close your eyes." Blaine said softly in his ear, a little louder than a whisper. Kurt did so, the voice was louder with his eyes shut. Kurt opened his eyes again, scared, he didn't want to close his eyes and get lost in the voice. It was so easy to do, and something he had done so much in the past. "It's okay, I'm right here." Blaine continued to rub those delicate circles in Kurt's back, and the younger boy was leaning back against his hands, as if they were the only thing holding him together. Kurt closed his eyes again, relaxing against Blaine, listening to the constant beating of Blaine's heart.
Blaine began to hum gently under his breath, the tune to an old song his mother used to hum to him when he was a child waking up from a bad dream came out of his lips. He hoped that it had the same effect on Kurt that it had on him when he was younger. He wanted the young boy to relax, wanted him to calm down and not be troubled by whatever it was that was making him like this. Blaine didn't know how long he held Kurt, he didn't know at what point Kurt had fallen asleep, or when he stopped humming. He just kept his arms tight around him, he would let Kurt sleep for now, in the morning he would question if holding his sleeping student was a good thing, but then he would see Kurt's broken eyes and know that it was. In the morning he would talk to Kurt. It was the weekend, there wouldn't be the burden of school stopping Blaine from finding out what was going in Kurt's mind. Until then, he would sleep too, his arms tight around Kurt and never letting go.