AN: Okay, here's the third drabble in my little universe. After last nights episode Kurt's mystery date suddenly has a face - he looks a lot like Adam. Inspired by lyrics from "Brand New Day" by Forty Foot Echo.
Even after I felt Kurt's head get heavy on shoulder, I held him close. I felt that if I just held onto him that I could protect him from the dangers beyond the four walls of this apartment even though I knew that wasn't true.
After a bit though, I laid him back down on his bed. Reaching for the blanket he had been tangled up in following his last nightmare, I smoothed it out and covered Kurt with it. With any luck the nightmares would stay away this time. Between the trip to the ER and the nightmares, Kurt hadn't gotten much sleep since I had arrived. At least with Blaine here now though I might be able to get some sleep tonight.
Ducking through the curtain, I see Rachel and Blaine look in my direction from where they were quietly watching the TV.
"He's asleep," I told them as there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," I replied as I headed for the front door.
Opening the door, I see a guy about my age that I've never seen before. As I know Rachel is still seeing Brody, I'm fairly certain he isn't here to see her.
"Is Kurt in?" the guy asks, confirming my assessment.
I notice the scratch marks on his cheek and everything clicks. Without thinking, I rush forward, pushing the guy across the hallway and against the far wall. Right arm against his throat, I hold him there.
"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here."
"Dude, I just came to apologize. Chill."
"Chill? I come out to New York in the middle of the night because my stepbrother has been assaulted and you're telling me to chill," I reply angrily, applying more pressure with my arm. The guy's mouth is moving but no sound is coming out. "I'd like to take you out in the back alley and teach you a lesson or two."
"Finn, back off. He can't breathe," Blaine is saying as he grabs the arm I have against the guy's throat.
"He doesn't deserve to breathe," I reply. All I can see is Kurt's bruised face.
"He isn't worth it, Finn," comes another voice, quieter than Blaine's.
Glancing over my shoulder I see Kurt standing in the doorway. His eyes are pleading with me to stop. I know his stand on violence for any reason. Grudgingly, I let the guy go, making sure to stay between him and Kurt.
"Kurt, I-" the guy starts.
"I don't want to hear it. Leave or I call the cops."
The guy looks around at the three of us and then wisely heads for the exit. Turning, I find that Blaine is already herding Kurt back into the apartment and I follow. If I could turn back time and protect Kurt from ever getting hurt, I would but that isn't possible. All I can do is support him now and remind both of us that tomorrow is a brand new day.