A/N: I am not sure where I'm going with this, I have a vague idea of what I want to happen but I never expected to be writing this so I'm sorry If It's not as planned out as i would normally make it.

Blaine couldn't stop pacing back and forth between the sand box and the park bench. Kurt had asked to meet at the park at 6 in the morning. Usually Blaine wouldn't be caught wide awake at six in the morning unless he was still awake from the day before, He wasn't an early riser, though Kurt was. He was the one at fault, he was willing to beg on his knees and kiss Kurt's expensive suede shoes if that was what it took for Kurt to forgive him.

"Heck, I'd give him my soul if I could." Blaine said out loud.

"I wouldn't take it either way."

Blaine whirled around to see Kurt standing behind the park bench. He was paler than usual, which was saying something since Kurt was always pale to the point of looking highly flammable. His hair was messy, as if he had been running his hand through it several times, this alone told Blaine that something was horribly wrong. Kurt is the most confident and composed person Blaine knew, he didn't get nervous and he never messes up his hair, ever.

"Kurt." Blaine said, taking a small step towards Kurt.

Kurt stepped back,

"Blaine, I-" Kurt sighed, taking a seat on the bench.

"I'm sorry" Blaine interrupted.

"Blaine.." Kurt said quietly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, looking down.

There was a gasp, Kurt looked up at Blaine.

"Kurt, babe, your- your neck." Blaine whispered.

"Yeah, I was shocked too." Kurt said, with a humorless chuckle.

"Did I...?" Blaine trailed off, approaching Kurt.

"Yes."

Blaine's hands reached out to touch Kurt's neck, the purple bruises a stark contrast against Kurt's pale skin.

"I'm sorry, Kurt. I am so sorry. I will never drink again, never. I love you Kurt, I'm sorry." Blaine said in a rush, kneeling down in front of Kurt.

He placed both hands on either side of Kurt's face, forcing him to look at Blaine, despite his efforts to look away. Tears were streaming down Kurt's face. not that Blaine was any better, his vision blurry from the tears of guilt and regret pouring down his face.

"What happened Kurt? I- I can't remember everything. Please Kurt, tell me I didn't- Tell me I didn't hurt you." Blaine pleaded, hands shaking against Kurt's warm face.

Kurt shook his head, looking down.

"I can't- I can't." Kurt sobbed.

Blaine felt like the floor had been pulled from underneath him. He had hurt the one person in the world he had sworn to protect. He was just as bad as Karofsky, even worse.

"What did I do? What have I done? Kurt- Kurt, love, what did i do to you?" Blaine cried, hands falling from Kurt's face to his neck, to touch the bruises, only to pull them back when Kurt flinches away.

"You wouldn't stop. You just kept going, and telling me you loved me. You wouldn't stop." Kurt cried.

"I- I forced you to- to..." Blaine trailed off, eyes downcast and empty.

Kurt looked up sharply.

"No!"

"what?" Blaine asked, shocked at Kurt's outburst.

"You're wrong, we didn't- you didn't- What you're thinking, it's wrong. we didn't -have sex." Kurt clarified.

Blaine let out the breath he had unknowingly been holding.

"But what happened?" Blaine asked, dreading the answer.

Kurt opened his coat just enough for Blaine to see that he was shirtless underneath. At first Blaine was shocked Kurt would go anywhere shirtless, he'd never seen him with less than two layers of clothing and here he was wearing a coat over his naked torso. Then Blaine actually looked at what Kurt was showing him, his pale body was covered in the same purple bruises on his neck, and there were some bruises that looked a lot like hand prints near his waist.

"You wouldn't stop, you made me touch you. you touched me. you're grip was so hard." Kurt whispered, closing his coat. his eyes cast downward, choking on his tears.

"Kurt I know whatever I can say will never make up for this, and nothing ever will but that doesn't mean I won't try. I will make up for this, even if it takes the rest of my life." Blaine promised.

Blaine took Kurt's clammy pale hands in his own, wincing at the purple bruises on his wrists. Blaine raised Kurt's hands to his lips kissing the gently. He then reached up to wipe away the tears falling from Kurt's indescribably beautiful and expressive eyes.

"Can you ever forgive me?" Blaine asked.

"I-" Kurt started, looking Blaine in the eye, trying really hard to see Blaine's apologetic eyes instead of seeing the lustful gaze from the day before.

"I don't know."

Blaine couldn't stop the sob that escaped him.

"I'm sorry Kurt, and I will do anything to make you see that. Anything for you to feel safe again. Everything to make you love me again." Blaine swore, chest compressed by the feeling of guilt, sorrow, and anguish.

A/N: Well, I tried. Tell me what you thought. If you liked it, If you hated it. If you think I should've stopped after the first chapter, or If you think I should continue this.

Sincerely, Deni