OH THIS CHAPTER! I HAAATTTTEEEEEE THIS CHAPTER! I'm sorry, it took me so long to update, it was like pulling teeth trying to get even this little bit out. I hope the next chapter flows much easier. It's a lot of angst mixed with fluff. I don't own anyone you recognize. Please please review.

He could hear the bones cracking and the pain shot through his nerves as if they were on fire.

"Please, please," he whimpered, he'd gotten past yelling and screaming, now he was just begging for it to end. The words they were throwing at him were ones he heard everyday, they were ones ever his father yelled at him. He opened his eyes and saw Zach still fighting against them and he squeezed his eyes shut waiting for it be over. Blaine could remember the first time he had even been called a fag, he was 7 and he didn't even know what the word meant. He had been called that because he had said yes when a girl asked him to play dress up.

Tears poured down his face as the kicks became more and more brutal, he just wanted to go home. He didn't deserve this.

They had approached them after the dance as they left waiting for Zach's father. Both boys had stepped back,

"You fags think it's ok to flaunt yourselves?" One of them spat as another reached for them and got his hand around Zach's arm. Blaine turned to run, like the coward he was, but they had reached him first and pulled him down, and he fell with a cry, before trying to get back to his feet, but he knew it was too late, they were already kicking him. He could see the panic on Zach's face and wondered if it looked as bad as it felt. The boys who had Zach were shoving him, but nothing compared to what they were doing to him.

"Blaine!" Kurt's voice called out to him. Blaine's head snapped up and it wasn't Zach being pushed and roughed up, it was Kurt, a young Kurt, 16 or 17 if Blaine had to guess.

"Kurt," he moaned softly, trying to gather the strength to stand and fight, but even though the guys who had been beating him had left him alone, it felt like he was glued to the ground. "Kurt!" he called out again as they shoved Kurt to the ground and one of them stepped on his chest, on his bruise, causing Kurt to cry out in pain. "No! No, not him, take me, leave him alone," Blaine begged, his own pain fading as Kurt was beaten, blood covering his face and clothes. Kurt looked at him, tears in his eyes and suddenly they kicked him in the head and he fell unconscious. "Nooooo!" Blaine screamed.

"-Kurt!" he gasped as he sat up in the bed, soaked in sweat, looking around desperately for Kurt, for his hopefully healthy, un-hurt husband. It took him a moment to remember that Kurt wouldn't be in that room, that Kurt was sleeping in the guest room. He jumped out of bed and ran into the room, looking in before actually entering. Kurt was asleep, snoring almost unnoticeably, except for the silence in the room. He was beautiful, no blood, not bruises, not a blemish to be seen. "Kurt," he whimpered out, blinking back tears as the fear and desperation of the dream hit him. Kurt's eyes flew open, almost before he was awake, as if it was a physical reaction to his name being called, he turned the side lamp light on, finding Blaine's face after both of them adjusted to the light in the room.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice full of concern and comfort, as he waited for Blaine to say or do something. Blaine blushed as tears started falling down his cheeks,

"Can I sleep with you?" Kurt's eyes filled with love and sweetness and Blaine didn't wait for an answer as he crawled into the bed, latching onto Kurt like a baby monkey.

"A nightmare?" Kurt asked casually and Blaine didn't know which was worse, that Kurt said it that way so Blaine wouldn't have to feel like a child, or it happened a lot and Kurt was just used to it.

"Yeah," Blaine answered softly, leaning deeper into Kurt's arms when they wrapped around him soothingly.

"Your father or Sadie Hawkins?" Well Blaine guess he had his answer about whether or not they happened a lot.

"Sadie Hawkins," Blaine whispered, his face buried in Kurt's neck, allowing the scent to remind him that he was safe, and that Kurt was okay. "It was Zach at first, it was happening just like it had happened, but then..." Blaine's voice got caught in his throat and he felt Kurt's lips on his forehead,

"I'm fine, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Am I a bad person? Is there something I'm being punished for?" Part of Kurt wanted to scream that Blaine believed that, that someone had done something that convinced Blaine that he and not the world, had something wrong with them.

"No, you are a beautiful person and don't you let anything convince you otherwise," Kurt promised. Blaine let out a soft sob and snuggled closer to Kurt, he still hadn't quite figured out how this person made him feel so safe and like there was no bad in the world.

Kurt couldn't help but flinch and he just prayed that Blaine didn't feel it. He didn't think he would ever get used to being this close to his husband but not being able to be himself. There was no leaning down and kissing his lips and making the pain disparate, there was no peppering his face with soft but desperate kisses that made Blaine forget. There was nothing he could do.

"Please don't let me go," a soft whisper, that Kurt wasn't sure he was meant to hear, came from Blaine.

"I know you don't remember our wedding, but during one dance, where there could have been a war going on outside and we wouldn't have looked away from each other, we promised each other that our lives were no longer our own. That your life was mine to protect and take care of, and mine was yours. So I wouldn't let you go, even if you said you wanted me to, I know you, and I know when all you need is just to know that you are loved. And you are Blaine, I love you so much." Blaine let out a sob, never in his best fantasies, did someone love him this much. Never did they care more about his well being than even his own, it was wonderfully overwhelming.

"I love you," Blaine said and it sucked all of the breath out of Kurt. Blaine had said it earlier but as more of a means to an end, this time it was said as if... well as if he meant it. Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine's tousled hair, taking a moment longer than he should have to breathe in the familiar scent. "Would you sing to me?" Blaine asked quietly, Kurt could hear his voice shaking and he held him tighter, soothing him by dragging his fingers through his hair.

I know you think no one knows you

But you don't know

You think you've got nowhere to go

your not alone

I know they just won't let you be,

they push and pray

Don't run away

You can't be anyone else,

you've got to be yourself

You can do so much more than survive

There's something your so afraid of,

you refuse to see

If you caught a glimpse of what your made of,

you would be free

I know you know

You can't be anyone else,

you've got to be yourself

You can do so much more than survive,

try living alive

"What's that from?" Blaine whispered, his words slurred as sleep tugged harder at him.

"An actor called Anthony Rapp," Kurt replied.

"Mmmm," Blaine replied, snuggling deeper into Kurt's chest, "Keep me safe from Queen Mab's nightmares?" Kurt hummed softly,

"Always." Kurt didn't know exactly how long after Blaine fell asleep that he followed, but he finally felt whole.

The next chapter will be longer (I hope). I also don't own the song. You should look it up though it's AMAZING, it's called living alive by Anthony Rapp. Hope you enjoyed.