Hey guys, I know you wanted smut, and I'm sorry this isn't, but I didn't have too much time to sit down and actually write, and I didn't want it to just be rushed and crappy. I think tomorrow I'll have some time to write that, so fingers crossed!

Anyway, this is a prompt from… anon? "Guest"? Hi there :)

Hope ya'll enjoy!

Hurt

Kurt was staring at the open closet, shirtless and desperate. He had less than half an hour until his date with Blaine; his hair was already done and he managed to decide on which pants to wear, but he had no idea what shirt to pair up with them.

He wanted a button down and a vest, or maybe a tie, or a brooch, or-

The door creaked open and Kurt turn around, ready to face Carole, who recently asked for his help with a pie recipe.

Instead, in the doorway stood one terrified-looking Blaine Anderson.

Kurt let out s shrill and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him; it took him a moment to realize he had no shirt with him. Fuck.

"I'm sorry!" Blaine called through the door. "Um. Didn't we say I'll pick you up at five?"

"Five thirty," Kurt whimpered. He had to go back out to get a shirt.

Looking around frantically, he found the only thing he could use. He picked up his- still damp, ew - towel and wrapped it around his bare chest.

He opened the door slowly, noticing Blaine at the other side of the room. "I'm sorry I freaked out," he said. "I wasn't, um, expecting you." He felt so stupid with the towel around him like this, wearing pants and no shirt.

Blaine was staring at his arms. His stupid, lanky, not-buff arms. Ugh.

"I'll just put on a shirt and we can go," he said sheepishly. He pulled a random shirt from his closet, but when he shut the closet door, the towel got caught in it and as he walked away, it slipped from his body. He groaned, face red, and went to pick it up- he could feel Blaine staring.

"Stop, Kurt," said Blaine out of the blue, eyes wide.

"Wha-"

Blaine stepped up to him, and ever so gently, let his fingertips brush Kurt's belly.

Kurt gulped. "Blaine."

"What… No. I know what those are. Why, Kurt?"

Kurt looked down at himself, confused, and instead of seeing milky white skin, he came across cruel-looking, angry-red lines, stretched all over his stomach.

He pulled away from Blaine's touch, covering them with his arm.

"It's nothing, Blaine. Forget you've seen them," he said in a cold voice. "Let me get dressed and we can-"

"No," Blaine grabbed his hand. "Kurt," he looked into his eyes. "Please, don't hide from me."

"Fine!" Kurt huffed, throwing his hands in the air. "I used to cut myself, okay? I was getting bullied, I was being called 'fag' and 'homo' since before I even came out, my life was a piece of shit. So I cut myself. End of the story. Can I please get dressed now?"

"Wait," Blaine said. "This one." Blaine reached out and touched an ugly scab, right below Kurt's bellybutton. "This is not 'used to'. This one is new. When did you do it?"

Kurt didn't step back this time. "When we… fought. You know. About… you know. And you didn't want to talk to me." He swallowed, tears welling up in his eyes. "And I thought I'd lost you. And it hurt. So I did it."

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, and wrapped his arms around Kurt's limp body. "No. Especially not because of me. Please don't."

"Blaine, relax. I'm fine-"

"You're not fine!"

"Is everything alright in here?" said Burt form the door way. He noticed Kurt's shirtlessness first and his face turned red, until he realized why Blaine was hugging him so desperately. "Oh, kiddo." A pained expression appeared on his face. Blaine pulled away quickly.

"I'm okay, dad."

Burt raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't since last time, I promise."

Burt seemed lost, way out of his element. He frowned, and said, "We're having a chat tonight. And you, Anderson."

Blaine removed the hand that was still hugging Kurt. "Yes, Burt?"

"No, no, keep hugging him. But… leave the door open." He nodded at them both, and left.

"Do you still want to go out?" asked Blaine, tracing the edge of one of the scars on Kurt's stomach before wrapping both hands around his waist. "It's okay if you don't; we can order in and watch a movie at home."

Kurt contemplated his options. "No, no, let's go out. We can come back here after we eat, for the movie."

Blaine nodded, and looked down. His thumb stroked a pink line, contrasting Kurt's smooth skin.

"Blaine. I'm not broken anymore. At least, not so much as before."

He almost started crying. "I don't want you to hurt. I don't want you to ever… feel… like that's the only outlet you've got. I want you to be happy. Please be happy."

"Oh, B. I'm alright, I promise, I am," Kurt kissed him lightly. "I'm going to get dressed. And then we can go. And we're going to have a nice night, and then we're going to come back here and make out while watching Disney."

Blaine nodded, and let him go. "Okay."