A/N: Sad one :( And all the mpreg stuff will be explained later. Also, we're on camera. tinychat tag is 1a1la#
Rating: T for themes, possibly M.
Kurt lay in the bed, shaking violently, unable to help himself. He curled into a tighter ball, pulling his blankets up over his face and flinching away every time anyone tried to touch him.
No one knew quite what had happened to him – he'd woken before they'd had time to do much more than strip off the remains of his clothes, flinching away and refusing to let them touch him, refusing to speak. They only knew who he was because of the wallet found near him – luckily with a contact number.
Blaine walked hurriedly through the hospital, stopping at the nurse's desk to ask for Kurt's room number, before hurrying on, a nurse showing him the way.
He knocked gently at the door before letting himself in, the nurse following behind him, curious to see how their patient would react.
"Kurt?" he called gently, stretching a hand out to touch Kurt's back.
"Don't!" the nurse said hurriedly, starting forward. "He won't let anyone touch him – he flinches away, or screams. He hasn't spoken, or let anyone touch him since he was brought in, the only reason he's clean is because we managed to do it before he woke up. We... We think he was beaten up." She explained quickly. She glanced over her shoulder nervously, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We think he... that he was ... raped." She breathed.
Blaine nodded, refusing to let himself think through her words, but ignored her warning, his hand settling on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt shuddered slightly but relaxed into the touch, recognising it as familiar. Blaine gently rubbed his back in small circles, watching as Kurt tried to decide what to do. The nurse excused herself quickly, and Kurt finally decided it was safe to speak.
"B-Blaine?" Kurt whispered, curling into himself more.
"It's okay, I'm here." Blaine soothed. Kurt flung his blanket off, throwing himself into Blaine's arms.
"Kurt, Kurt it's okay." Blaine tried to calm him, wrapping the blanket back around his shoulders securely, rocking him slowly as he stroked his back. Kurt clung to him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.
"Blaine. You're here. You're actually here." Kurt sobbed.
"Of course I am." Blaine said softly, kissing at his temple. When Kurt kept sobbing Blaine frowned. "You need to calm down okay?" He told Kurt, a little worried.
"I'm so tired. I can't sleep, I keeping waking up with nightmares." Kurt told him, avoiding his question.
Blaine held him tighter, stroking down his back.
"It's okay Kurt, I'll stay while you sleep." Blaine promised. "Just hold onto me, okay? I'll protect you."
Kurt nodded, curling himself tighter into Blaine.
He was fast asleep when the doctor walked through the door.
"He... He lets you touch him?" she asked, frowning. Blaine nodded once, clutching Kurt closer to him protectively.
"When can I take him home?"
"We still need to do several tests, to make sure he hasn't caught anything-"
"When can I take him home?" Blaine insisted.
"A couple of hours maybe? We just have to do a blood test, the rape kit, and check him over."
"Good." Blaine whispered, gently brushing his fingers over Kurt's cheek. "Can you wait until he wakes up?"
"It'd be easier if we took the blood now, so the tests are over faster."
"Can you do it without waking him?"
The doctor smiled.
"Easy." she told Blaine, pulling a tray over to herself. "Can you hold his arm out?" she asked gently.
Blaine nodded, managing to stretch Kurt's arm out without waking him. The doctor quickly felt for his vein, easing the needle in and taking three vials before pulling the needle back out, placing a cotton ball over the puncture.
"Can you hold that?" she asked, tidying her tray away and writing on the labels quickly before placing them in her pocket. "We should have results soon." she told Blaine, pulling the cotton wool away and sticking a bandaid in the crease of Kurt's elbow. She checked she hadn't left anything and nodded to Blaine once. "I'll leave him to sleep. I'll be back in a couple of hours – when we get the results."
Blaine nodded, turning his attention back to Kurt as she left the room.
^.^
Kurt slept for a couple more hours before his nightmares woke him up. He cried out, tensing in Blaine's arms, and Blaine held him close, soothing him quietly until he was calm enough to open his eyes.
"Blaine?"
"It's okay, I'm here."
Tears welled in his eyes and he clutched Blaine tighter, sobbing loudly into his arms.
"I can't."
"What?"
"I can't do this Blaine. Oh god..." he whimpered, jerking slightly.
Blaine held him closer, pressing kisses to his temple.
"Baby...baby I'm here. It's okay."
Blaine desperately wanted to ask him what happened. He wanted to know why he was hurting - what he could do to help. He had his suspicions, plus what the nurse had said, but there was no way in the world that he was going to voice them - to even allow himself to think about it, because it was just too much for him to deal with.
"Blaine..."
"Yes baby?"
"I...I want to tell you.." He whispered, burying his face in Blaine's shoulder. "But I can't yet, it still hurts too much."
Blaine hugged him tighter.
"It's okay. Tell me when you're ready. I can wait."
Kurt nodded into Blaine's shoulder.
"You might be waiting a very long time."
"I'll wait for as long as it takes." Blaine promised, kissing Kurt's temple. "However long you need me to wait. Forever, if I have to."
Kurt's eyes filled with tears again.
"I feel so bad about what happened. Guilty."
"Oh baby, you know it's not your fault right?"
Kurt nodded.
"I still feel guilty." He whispered.
Blaine sighed, tilting Kurt's head until Kurt met his eyes.
"You know I love you right?"
Kurt tried to interrupt, and Blaine shushed him with a finger on his lips.
"I love you, and what happened was not your fault."
Blaine looked at Kurt until Kurt nodded, stretching up to kiss Blaine's cheek gently before he curled back into his arms, lapsing into a drowsy silence.
"Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"I feel like I need a shower... But I'm scared this is a dream, and you'll be gone when I get back."
Blaine laughed softly.
"I promise I'll be here when you get out."
Kurt bit his lip and Blaine studied his expression.
"That's not enough is it?" he asked gently. When Kurt shook his head Blaine kept talking. "Well...I could come wait in the bathroom."
Kurt's face brightened and he came closer to looking happy then he'd done since Blaine had gotten there.
"But baby..." Blaine sighed, remembering with a slight wince. "The doctor needs to... do some tests still."
Kurt froze.
"They think..." Blaine gulped. "They think you were raped."
Kurt turned his face back into Blaine's chest, tears starting to soak his shirt as Kurt cried quietly.
"Blaine, I don't want anyone to touch me." He finally managed to say.
"Shh..." Blaine whispered, his heart breaking. "I know. But they have to. And just think." He murmered, trying to cheer Kurt up. "As soon as it's over with, you can go have a shower."
Kurt whimpered, clutching Blaine closer to him. Finally he made up his mind.
"Okay." He whispered. He gulped, trying to swallow his sob. "Okay, I'll do it. Can we do it now?"
"I'll have to go get the doctor..." Blaine told him softly, stroking his back soothingly as silent tears ran down Kurt's face.
"No! I don't want you to leave."
"It'll only be for a minute or two..." Blaine tried to reason, but Kurt's tears had started again. Feeling guilty, Blaine tucked the blanket around Kurt protectively, rocking him in silence.
Half an hour later the doctor walked in.
"Hi Kurt, are you awake?" she asked. At Kurt's nod, she continued. "I'm sure Blaine's told you this, but because we think you were raped, we have to do a rape kit test on you – is that okay with you?"
Blaine could feel how hard Kurt was trembling in his arms.
"No." Kurt whispered. "But you have to do it, don't you?" The doctor nodded and Kurt sighed. "Blaine?" he asked, and Blaine stood, gently setting Kurt on the bed and kissing his cheek.
"Blaine, I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside." The doctor said apologetically. Blaine nodded, bending to kiss Kurt desperately. Pulling back, he whispered against his lips;
"Be brave." before he left, the door shutting quietly behind him.
Blaine only had to pace the hallway for ten minutes or so before the doctor left Kurt's room, holding the door open for Blaine with a smile.
Kurt lay on the bed, shaking, similar to the way he'd been when Blaine had entered his room hours earlier.
"Blaine? Is that you?" He asked, his voice sounding vulnerable.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"The doctor said I can go shower now." Kurt told him, the longing in his voice apparent.
"Do you need help?" Blaine asked, wandering around to the other side of the bed.
"Please."
^.^
Blaine and Kurt sat close together on the end of the bed, waiting for the doctor to come tell them they were allowed to go. There wasn't much actually wrong with Kurt, aside from the emotional trauma, and the bruises that Blaine had seen when he helped Kurt with his shower – ones that were distinctly the shape of fists, and feet, bruises from fingerprints. The sight of them had made Blaine first furious – then sad when he realised he was making Kurt self-conscious, on the point of tears yet again.
Kurt nestled against his side, seeking comfort and protection, still shaking slightly.
Finally they got the all clear, the doctor letting them know Kurt hadn't caught anything, and that the police might want to speak to him.
Kurt had paled, recoiling into Blaine and shaking his head in horror.
"No. Please no." He'd begged, and the doctor had relented. Blaine held him close, kissing his temple and resting their foreheads together.
"Ready to go home?" Blaine had asked after the doctor left, and Kurt had nodded once, clinging tight to Blaine's hand as they made their way through the hospital.
No matter what happened now, however long it took him to stop thinking about the attack, it'd be okay.
Because he had Blaine.
A/N: Almost finished your surprise. :D We're writing on camera tonight in particular because we're going to hit 200 tonight :D We're trying for 210, but we'll see :D