"Why am I such a hoarder?" Blaine asked to no one in particular, even though Kurt was sitting on his bed mere feet behind him. Blaine was busy cleaning out his desk in his bedroom. Since he was graduating, he decided it would probably be a good idea to get rid of some of the stuff that had accumulated over the years.
"Because you're Blaine," Kurt replied. "You keep everything."
Blaine just nodded.
"Do you still have baby's breath from prom? The ones that we found on the floor?" Kurt asked.
Blaine laughed. "I think so," he replied. "If I do, they're in a shoebox in my closet with the boutonniere you got me." Blaine pulled out a folder full of papers and sat down on the floor to flip through them to make sure they weren't important. "Oh my God…" Blaine whispered, covering his mouth.
Kurt jumped to his feet and ran to his side, sitting next to him on the floor. "What is it?" he asked.
"Kurt…these are the hospital documents from when I got hurt at Sadie Hawkins at my old school. Even before I switched to Dalton." Blaine had tears in his eyes and was starting to shake.
Kurt skimmed the documents. Words such as stitches and injury stood out to him. He then took them straight from Blaine's hand.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked.
"This." Kurt tossed the papers into the garbage can. "Blaine, you're safe now. Nothing's going to hurt you," Kurt consoled, wrapping Blaine in a hug.
"Thanks Kurt. I guess it just brought back memories I didn't want to remember," Blaine said.
"I know. How about we take an ice cream break?" Kurt asked. He just wanted to change the subject, for Blaine's sake.
Blaine smiled and they proceeded downstairs to raid the fridge.