Kurt was sitting on the couch watching an old episode of a cop show at around 11:30 at night. It was pouring rain and he had turned out all of the lights, only adding to the eerie atmosphere. The doorbell ringing almost made Kurt almost jump out of his skin. He caught his breath and went to peek through the curtain to see who could have been at the door at this time of night and in this weather. Much to his concern, he saw Blaine standing on the stoop, soaking wet and looking rather upset. Kurt flung the door open and ushered him into the house without a word. "What's the matter?" he asked Blaine.
"Um…" Blaine began. His voice cracked.
Kurt pulled his boyfriend into a hug. He was shaking and physically cold to the touch. Blaine touched his nose to Kurt's neck and Kurt shivered. "Let's get you dried off and then we'll talk," Kurt whispered. He led Blaine up to his room and gave him a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt.
Once he emerged from the bathroom, it was even more obvious just how troubled Blaine was.
Kurt wrapped him in a blanket and put his arms around him. "Now, let's talk," Kurt whispered, pressing a kiss to Blaine's temple.
"My dad," Blaine whispered.
"Is he calling you names again?" Kurt asked.
"Not exactly. Um, he was calling you names," Blaine said quietly.
Kurt felt a pit form in his stomach, whether out of anger or sadness, he couldn't tell.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's narrow waist. "I love you, and I couldn't hear him say those awful things anymore. So I came here." Blaine collapsed into a fit of sobs. "I just love you so much," he wailed into Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt fought back his own tears. "And I love you. Forget what your dad was saying. I've got you now." Kurt knew Blaine didn't want to talk about it anymore. Instead of asking more questions, he gently stroked Blaine's curls and waited for the shaking and crying to subside.
It took a while, but Blaine was eventually asleep happily in Kurt's arms.