AN: This is a really short chapter because I didn't have it inside of me to write anything too long. This chapter is about how Blaine was beaten up after the Sadie Hawkins dance. If you can't handle violence and bloodshed I recommend you skip over it, hopefully it won't make a difference as far as the next chapter. Only three left after this.

Chapter Eleven

Sadie Hawkins - Part Two

Kurt wished he could guarantee Blaine's safety and security for ever, but there were so many factors. They were both two gay guys who were living in Ohio. Two gay guys who didn't really have any active gay role models and after Kurt left, which he undoubtedly would need to do, who knew how things would work out for this Blaine.

Kurt had chosen a Polaroid camera for the night, he wanted to have physical proof of things that he and younger Blaine had been through, he wanted to be able to physically touch Blaine's smiling face. There was a lot that he wanted Blaine to smile because of.

He just wanted magic in Blaine's life, he deserved that.

Nearing the chocolate fountain where Blaine was, Kurt took a dismissive look at all the happy couples and rested a hand on Blaine's shoulder, "I've just called my dad to pick us up, should we go wait outside, the air is starting to feel a bit suffocating."

Blaine tilted his head as he looked at Kurt and Kurt realized once again how beautiful Blaine had always been, "You'd tell me if you're not doing okay, wouldn't you?"

Kurt smiled. Why would Blaine always put Kurt first? Why were other people such a high priority for Blaine, they didn't deserve the love that Blaine gave to others, maybe he didn't even deserve that love. "No, you, or future you, once told me that you were beaten up after the dance finished, if we leave when the dance is still going on, the story won't be the same."

Blaine nodded slowly, "I wish it wasn't true, but you have a point there. Let's go wait for your dad," he smiled. Kurt was hoping he wouldn't stop smiling, but sometimes fate has a funny way of pushing people to their limits.

"Thanks," Kurt breathed out in relief.

The parking lot seemed to be unbearably cold, it was as if he was walking into what he imagined Azkaban to be like and nothing felt right. It was as if Dementors were surrounding them and unsure what he was doing. Kurt reached out and took Blaine's hand, pulling him in and towards his body.

Blaine looked at him curiously, "Wh-what are you…" he started to ask before there was a cold chuckle behind them. Kurt felt something dark, it was going to happen wasn't it? This was it, this was the time when everything would go wrong. Instinctively, Kurt stepped in front of Blaine, stretching his arms out wide as he saw a group of three guys who each were bigger and stronger than the two of them.

"What have we got here?" the first guy said, his hand on a large rock that he was slamming into his open palm over and over again in an attempt to look menacing.

Kurt didn't want to admit that it was actually working.

The second guy had muscles that made him look more like an ape than a human. Kurt could guess that his brain also followed that animalistic pattern.

The third guy was very skinny and had his hand around a pocket knife. He looked threatening in a very different manner than the second guy.

"If it isn't Anderson," the guy with the rock chuckled as Kurt made sure that he was steadily in front of Blaine. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt Blaine, he wasn't going to let this boy, who had faced too much in his life already, get hurt.

The events of that traumatic day were not going to happen again.

"Anderson," gorilla boy said in a mocking voice, "Did you put any glitter on your fairy wings today, you look like you did."

"Maybe we should clean it off," the first boy said.

The gorilla shoved Kurt away and the brunette fell backwards, scrambling to get up as he saw the first guy and the third guy hold Blaine as the gorilla faced him.

"I can't stand people like you queens," he said as Blaine closed his eyes and Kurt felt everything inside of him racing to push these guys away so that he wouldn't have to be witness to this.

It was at this time he felt a fourth guy grab his head and force him to watch, Kurt wasn't getting hurt by anything other than tight squeezing in a physical manner, but emotionally. They had to know how emotionally damaging this was to watch with no way of stopping it. Not a single way of defending Blaine.

As punch after punch was delivered, the sounds of pain were tearing Kurt's heart to pieces.

As soon as Blaine didn't have the strength to stand, two of the guys pulled him up and then it was time for them to switch. Gorilla guy held the bloody figure of Blaine Anderson up as the guy with the rock tried to drive it into Blaine's school and the third guy pulled out a lighter. Instead of burning Blaine's skin though, he started to burn a bag of stones which, when heated, he would toss one after another onto Blaine's skin as they scorched him.

"Blaine! Stop it! Stop it!" Kurt screamed and yelled, he wanted someone to hurt him because this, what they were doing it was too much. It hurt too badly. It was so much worse than any physical ache could be. How could Blaine become the strong confident man that Kurt had known him to be after this experience?

What was even more painful was that after Blaine had passed out, blood coating his skin, deep gashes in different places and obviously some breaks or at least fractures, they continued to beat him up. This was a body that had fainted, a body which had zero chance of hurting them and they were continuing to hurt them.

"Hey!" he heard a familiar voice and looked over at his father, his eyes wide as the guys started to run off. Burt kept note on who all of the boys were before going over to Blaine as Kurt shivered, his whole body trembling as he stared at the nearly unrecognizable state of his future fiancee, future husband.

He had never been in such pain before, never been unable to breathe as much as when Burt was calling the ambulance and ordering the men to get down here. Kurt was shaking, he hurt. Everything inside of him hurt and he stumbled over to where Blaine was.

He felt too nervous to touch him and so looked over him, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Blaine, I'll find a way to make this better. I'm so so ss-sorry" he choked.

He had never felt in so much pain as this. Why couldn't they hurt him instead of Blaine?

The only thing that made this night worth anything were the smiling pictures of Blaine he had in his pocket, but even those he would trade in less than a heartbeat so that this would have never happened.