"Hey, guys...I was on my way home for some lunch, would you like to join me?" Sebastian asked.

"We were going down to the dining hall, but...Kurt?" Blaine asked, looking at his boyfriend.

"Sure, Sebbie. Thank you. Just let me get a sweater," Kurt said, turning to go into the dorm building.

"Well, ah...how is it living back here now?" Blaine asked, trying to think of some neutral topic of conversation. He'd learned that Sebastian said lewd or suggestive things all the time but Blaine believed that it was a defense mechanism. If people surrounding him were talking about his risqué language, they weren't asking embarrassing questions about his home life.

"I'm okay. I miss my little sister, Lorraine, but she's at a boarding school in England right now. Maybe I can see her this summer. I'm living with my mom's aunt. She's nice," Sebastian said, as if trying to convince himself more than Blaine.

"Sebbie, I've known you since we were in preschool, I flatter myself to think I may know you a little better than that....how are you really?" Blaine asked.

"I just don't know, Blaine. It isn't like when I was a kid – how did I not know how screwed up my family was? I mean – well, they basically just do things to make money so they can show off how much money they have. How is that a life? And when I objected to it, my dad hit me. He didn't really hurt me, just knocked me down, but it was the look of disgust in his eyes that hurt me. After a while I just asked him if I could move back here. He called Aunt Pauline and told her he'd pay her to take me until I went to college," Sebastian said. "But, hey, it got me back here and I like Dalton, so life's good, huh?"

"Yeah, I understand more than you know. My folks are in Europe, too. I haven't seen them since I was in the hospital and Father came home to see me. He put Kurt and me in Dalton and left on the next plane. I just feel like an inconvenience to them," Blaine said, sadly. "Kurt's dad is more of a parent to me than my own are...him and Cooper. I've learned to live with it, I guess."

"Speaking of Kurt, what's the story there? I mean, I know you were friends when you were little kids, but now?" Sebastian asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh, well, we're close. I mean really close," Blaine said and his whole face lit up, his eyes sparkling and his lips hardly able to form words with the smile that broke out.

"Like that, is it? Blaine, you've got it bad. I was going to offer to take him off your hands: with that sweet ass, he'd be worth a few hours' time and with that feisty attitude? Man, I know he's a tiger under the blankets," Sebastian growled, his eyebrows going up and down in a lewd way.

"Sebbie, don't talk that way about him. I don't mind hanging out with you, I think we could be close friends, but if you don't shut up about my boyfriend I'm going to have to tell you to leave. Got it? You leave because of that, you're not coming back. Understand?"

"Okay, okay, I get it. Don't get your knickers in a knot, Blainers. I'll keep my hands off the merchandise. Just let me know when you're through with him. I'd like a taste of that sweet ass," Seb said, then ducked with a practiced move and laughed as Blaine swung at him, only half in jest.

"Hey, I was just poking the bear, I won't come between you two. I think you really have something going with Hummel. His eyes follow you everywhere you go, that kid wears his heart on his sleeve and everyone can see he adores you," Seb said, a bit of jealousy showing although he tried to hide it.

"I'm in love with him, Sebbie. I've never felt before what I feel when I'm with him. It's just....oh, my god, it is just right. I don't know how to describe it," Blaine said, hoping Seb understood.

"It shows on your face, Blaine. I'm really happy for you, you deserve it. Life owes you, man. You got dealt a bad hand but I'd say its making up for lost time now," Sebastian said, patting Blaine on the back.

Kurt was exiting the building and walked up to his two friends, holding Blaine's heavy wool cardigan for him to slip his arms into. Blaine kissed his boyfriend on his cheek, getting a beautiful smile in return, and they took each other's hand.

"Lead on, sir," Kurt grinned, giving Sebastian a gracious smile.

They walked a few blocks and entered huge wrought iron gates that opened when Sebbie punched a code into the keypad next to the driveway. They walked up the drive, Kurt gushing about the formal flowerbeds set along the path.

"Your house is just spectacular, Sebastian. Thank you for inviting us," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's hand as they continued to the large front double doors. Seb opened the door on the left and held it for his friends. The boys stepped in and were met by a butler who asked for their wraps.

Kurt's eyes were open wide. He'd never been in a house like this one. If Blaine's folks lived in a mansion, this was a palace. They followed Seb across the marble floor of the entrance hall, Kurt's eyes sweeping up the grand staircases on each side of the room.

"I was just going to have a bite in the kitchen if that's all right with you guys?" he asked his guests.

"Fine, don't stand on ceremony for us, " Kurt said.

Seb led them across the marble hall, their shoes clicking in the empty room. Kurt looked up to see an amazing crystal chandelier hanging over them. They went through double oak doors, through a formal dining room with a mahogany table and seats for sixteen, and through another door, arriving in a huge kitchen with three stoves. There was a pineboard table in the west side of the room with a dozen chairs scattered around it. Kurt imagined it was for the kitchen staff to use. Did Seb's Aunt Pauline have servants?

"Okay, then. Have a seat and I'll fix us some grub," Seb offered. Kurt smirked to Blaine when he heard him say 'grub'.

A few minutes later, Sebastian was serving bowls of hot soup and homemade bread.

"Oh, Minestrone!" Blaine said, happy to find it was one of his favorites. "Did you make this?"

"Yeah. I was friends with our cook in France, she taught me how to make this. I hope you like it," Seb said, looking from one to the other and wondering if they actually liked it or were being polite. He decided they were being genuine and cut pieces of the garlic bread for them all.

"This is wonderful, Sebbie. You can cook for me any day," Kurt said, smiling, but he wondered what trick Seb was setting up today.

"Do you have plans for college?" Blaine asked.

"No...well, my parents do and I've applied to several. They want me to go to school in France, but I'm going to stick around here. Auntie has no kids and we get along fine, so she has invited me to stay here if I want to go to a school in commuting distance. I'm probably going to take her up on that. I wouldn't mind taking some voice training, but I don't want that to be my career. It just isn't me, you know?"

The conversation went on, Kurt and Blaine telling Seb about wanting to go to an arts college in New York. Sen grinned and told them he was thinking about it, too. After all, his family had an apartment on Fifth Avenue and he could live there.

"Hey, if you two go to New York, maybe I will, too, and we can share the apartment?" he offered, thinking in the back of his mind how much he'd love to have Blaine as a roommate. And maybe Hummel, too. Maybe.

They finished lunch, the boys all taking their bowls to the sink to rinse and set in the dishwasher. They walked back to Dalton, Kurt and Blaine holding hands.

~*~

It was late the following night when Kurt was awakened with a shout from across the room. He quickly turned on his bedside lamp, gazing across at Blaine, but Blaine was sound asleep. Princess was up though, her paws on the bed, looking at Blaine's face intently. She nuzzled her nose under his hand as if to ask him to pet her. He trembled in his sleep, brushing her away before calling out again and twisting a piece of the blanket up in his hand and whimpering. Princess was whining and dancing around the bed, finally jumping up to lie next to her master, her head on her silky red front paws.

"Kur...Kurt....tell me it isn't so, please," he said in a pitiful voice. It was sad and Kurt rushed over to see if he might be able to help.

"Hey, Blaine, what's going on, baby?" Kurt asked, his voice deliberately soft and slow so as not to startle his boyfriend.

Blaine turned partly onto his back, holding the stuffed tiger Kurt had won at the fair for him against his chest. His eyes were closed and he didn't appear to hear Kurt.

"Blaine, it's me, it's Kurt. Is everything all right?" Kurt asked, beginning to get scared. Blaine often had nightmares years ago, but they had not really plagued his sleep since he and Kurt started Dalton.

Princess was actively trying to wake her master now, shoving her nose under his forearm and trying to lick his face. Blaine blinked awake, looking around him and startling when he saw Kurt sitting beside him and Princess on the bed at his side.

"Kurt...it was so bad....can you just..?" Blaine seemed unable to finish his sentence, sitting up and staring at Kurt with a sad look on his face.

"You want me to hold you, baby?" Kurt asked, because that was usually what Blaine asked after a nightmare.

"No...well, yes, but can you check the door and windows to make sure they're locked first?" Blaine said in a small voice, clutching Princess instead of the stuffed tiger now.

Kurt got up and checked the two windows and the deadbolt on the door. Blaine had asked his father to have it installed when he first came to live in the Dalton dorms and one day they came back to the dorm room and found it had been installed. Kurt didn't want to know how it had been accomplished, but he had a bit more respect for Mr. Anderson's clout after that.

"They're all shut tight and locked securely, Blaine. Okay, my love?" Kurt said, still trying to use calming tones in his voice and pet names to make Blaine feel more comfortable.

"Okay. Thank you. It was only a dream I guess," Blaine said and laid down once again. Kurt slid under the sheets and cuddled next to Blaine. It was a tight fit – Blaine in the middle with Princess next to the wall and Kurt on the outside – but they made it work. Kurt held Blaine close, stroking his hair and murmuring comforting things into his ear.

After a while, Blaine had relaxed a lot more and Kurt couldn't help but think since he couldn't sleep.

"Blaine, do you love me?" he asked, wanting to make a point and not realizing what it sounded like.

Blaine turned over and sat up, coaxing Princess back to the floor so they had room in the bed.

"How can you ask me that? Kurt, I've been in love with you for most of my life. What brought that question on?" Blaine asked, staring at Kurt and trying to figure out what made him doubt Blaine.

"I guess I mean not do you love me, because I know you do, but ....in what way? We have never been with anyone else, so what would we have it to compare to? What if we stay together and then one day one of us finds that it wasn't the perfect fit and we never knew because we never dated anyone else?" Kurt tried to explain.

"Ah...is there something you want to tell me, Kurt? Are you dissatisfied with our relationship? Is there someone else? Because I have to tell you – I don't need anyone else to tell me that you are the one I'm in love with and I intend to be in love with you for ever," Blaine returned, crossing his arms across his chest in a show of insecurity that was not lost on Kurt.

Kurt sat up, too, and pulled Blaine into his lap. He tugged him as tightly to his chest as he could and nuzzled his nose down into Blaine's neck, sighing.

"No, I don't want anyone else. I just wanted to make sure I was what you wanted. I was afraid that you might want to test the waters with someone else just to make sure and I wanted to be strong enough to allow you to do that if you wanted. Blaine, I see how things affect you, the nightmares, the anxiety. This is not the boy I knew when I was eight. I don't love you any less, I just want you to be happy in life and I don't see you as being that happy any more. I was thinking maybe someone else might be good for you. Better than me, anyway.

"No, no, never. Kurt, you are what gets me up in the morning. Oh, I didn't mean that the way it sounded and you know it!" Blaine raised his voice, seeing Kurt blush and laugh at what he thought was implied.

"You know what I mean. Its as if we're an old married couple maybe, predictable and unadventurous. I don't know if I want to be that with you – I don't want to drag you down," Blaine said, a sadness coming over him that made his whole face into a mask of misery. "I don't want to be the albatross around your neck, Kurt. I'm sick and damaged and you deserve better." Blaine almost shouted the last of his words, then roughly pushed at Kurt, getting up to open the door to their dorm room and slam it shut behind himself. He was half-way down the hall before he realized that he was only wearing pajama bottoms and had left Princess behind when he really needed her. But he couldn't go back now....he walked along the corridor, turning and following hallway after hallway as if he were lost.

"Running away isn't the solution, and I know I'm going to regret this..." he said aloud to himself.

"Hey, Anderson, why are you roaming the halls half dressed in the middle of the night?" Trent asked, opening his door to see what all the ruckus was at two in the morning.

"I don't know..." Blaine mumbled, looking around as though he had no idea where he was.

"Come in and we'll talk about it, okay?" Trent offered. Blaine just stood there, looking around as if he didn't hear anything. Trent walked over and gently took his arm, coaxing him into the dorm room as if he were coaxing a scared puppy from the streets.

"Sit down, I'll get you something to drink. Okay?" Trent offered, quietly.

"Yeah, I'm thirsty I think," Blaine said, lying down on Trent's bed and curling up in a ball.

Trent went into the alcove where he kept a hotplate and put on some water to heat. He'd make Blaine some tea. While he was there, he could see Blaine still curled up, his eyes screwed shut and his fingers white with tension as he gripped his arms around his bent legs. Trent got out his cell phone and thumbed through his contacts, selecting Kurt's number. He sent a text:

Blaine is here. He is curled up on my bed, but safe. I'm making tea. What should I do now?

Kurt answered almost immediately:

Thank god, I was worried. Just try to get him to talk. I dont know how to fix this. I'm bringing Princess.

Trent thought about that. Maybe Blaine needed to be alone, or just away from Kurt for a little. He sent another text:

Leave him here for a while. I'll text for you to come get him soon. Give me a chance. Okay?

Kurt read it and felt very bad, was it obvious to others that he was bad for Blaine? Was this his fault? He was scared, but leaving him with Trent might be the best thing for now. At least he knew where Blaine was and that he was safe. He sent Trent a text:

Okay. Call if he needs me or Princess. Thank you. I'll be waiting...

Well, he was waiting, but so unsure of himself now. He thought about calling his dad or Cooper, but they really didn't know how to help Blaine, either. Why cause more stress and pain when it would not help the final result? So, Kurt sat back down on his bed and hugged Princess in his arms, his tears making big dark spots on her fur.

Back in Trent's dorm room, Blaine had fallen asleep. He appeared so restful, an angelic look on his face. Trent had been holding him, rocking and smoothing his hand down Blaine's arm to try and comfort him. Trent was one of the few students with a single dorm room, his father being an alumni and a generous donor to the school. Trent was lonely a lot of the time, but in this case he was happy to have a single so he could take care of Blaine. He'd had a crush on him since he first met him at the summer camp, but he wasn't secure enough in his sexuality to act on it back then. Now with Kurt in the picture, he knew he'd never have a chance.

Blaine woke up and shook his head just a little.

"Hey, Trent, do you have anything to drink...and I don't mean tea. I mean something stronger, something to keep me from thinking about how my life sucks so damn much," Blaine asked, feeling sorry for himself.

"Yeah, sure. Just a moment," Trent said, going to his desk and opening the bottom drawer. He got out the bottle of amber liquid and the thought crossed his mind that the alcohol was the same color as Blaine's eyes. He smiled and poured two brandy glasses about a quarter full of the strong whiskey and offered one to Blaine. Blaine took the glass and tipped it up, his throat so sexy as he swallowed it all down at once. Trent finished his, too, and poured more.

It wasn't long before he and Blaine had polished off most of the bottle. It was good whiskey, Trent having stolen it from his father's liquor cabinet the weekend before in retaliation to his dad going off on another 'business trip' with his secretary.

Blaine wasn't feeling very well. He hadn't eaten much and drinking alcohol just wasn't something he did. He took anti-depression pills and today had taken a dose of anti-anxiety pills as well. Mixing either of those with alcohol was stupid, mixing them both with alcohol could be deadly.

"Hey, I don't feel good. Where's Kurt?" Blaine asked, unable to focus his eyes.

"Blaine, you'll be okay. I'm here with you," Trent said, hoping that drunk Blaine would mistake his voice for that of his boyfriend.

Blaine held out grabby-hands and Trent came closer, putting his own hands out to Blaine. He pulled him close and kissed him hard, bruising Blaine's lips as he licked into Blaine's mouth. He moaned and then felt Blaine getting hard, rubbing against his thigh. Well, thought Trent, if Kurt can't give Blaine what he so obviously needed, Trent was perfectly able to....

Blaine closed his eyes, wondering where he was. Well, it didn't matter because Kurt was here with him.

"Kurt," he called out and Trent answered him:

"I'm here, honey, and I can give you just what you want."

"Mmmmm.." Blaine said. It was dark in the room and Kurt didn't smell like he usually did, but when his hands began to undress him Blaine allowed it.

"Do you want me to make love to you?" Trent asked Blaine and a hot flush came over his body when Blaine nodded his head and kissed his collarbone. He seemed to fall asleep for a moment, and it scared Trent, but he woke up again.

"I'm dizzy, Kurt. Can you make it better?" Blaine whined, feeling strange.

"I'll take all your troubles away, doll. Just lay back and relax."

"Okay," Blaine hummed, waiting for Kurt to remove the rest of his clothes. Pretty soon he felt his lover's hands taking off his pajama pants and boxers, then stroking his cock into hardness. Blaine could feel Kurt's cock rubbing along the outside of his thigh and he whined, wanting it closer.

Trent opened the bottle of lubricant, strawberry flavored. He hadn't ever used it because he didn't have a boyfriend, not even a casual friend-with-benefits. He had made out with several of the boys at Dalton, but it had never progressed past frotting and now Trent was doomed to graduate a virgin. He just couldn't do that. He knew Blaine liked him, and he thought he might forgive him when he found out that he'd been tricked. At least he hoped so.

Trent placed a finger at the bottom of Blaine's spine and slowly ran it down to his opening. Blaine moaned, clutching the blanket under him. Just as he was about to enter him, Trent's cell alerted him that there was a text waiting. Trent ignored it.

"Whose cell is that?" Blaine asked, not recognizing the ring tone.

"I think it's Thad's. He must have left his cell here last night. Ignore it," Trent lied, reaching for the phone and switching it off. The text was from Kurt, but he ignored it, too.

"Where were we, honey," Trent cooed, lying back down next to Blaine and slipping his finger back to where it had been.

"Oh, right there, Kurt...right there," Blaine moaned. Kurt's fingers felt different – more tentative and with far less control. Maybe Kurt was drunk, too.

Trent pushed in and moaned at the heat. It felt so different than when he fingered himself. He stroked in and out for a while, closing his eyes and imagining what it was going to feel like when he could push his cock inside Blaine. He'd had a huge crush on Blaine for so long, and when he came to school at Dalton, Trent was a little crazy thinking about him all the time.

"Another?" Trent asked.

"Yes, yes...then three, three comes after two," Blaine said, still confused. Trent ignored it and added more lube and another finger, starting to scissor them to loosen the tight muscle. He'd done this to himself every night for as long as he could remember. By the time he got to three fingers, he was searching for the bundle of nerves to make it better for Blaine. As much as he wanted to just fuck the hell out of the boy in front of him, he did care for Blaine and he did not want to hurt him. It didn't occur to Trent that with as fragile as Blaine was, this might hurt him in ways other than physical. Trent wasn't a bad person, he was lonely and he loved Blaine – in spite of the fact the Blaine did not return his affections. If Trent could show him how good he could make Blaine feel, he might want him.

"Are you ready for me, honey?" Trent asked, rolling the condom on and slicking it with loads of lube.

"Kurt? Are you just going to push into me? You usually kiss me all over and stroke me...what's wrong? Are you mad at me? I'm sorry I was so grouchy, Kurt, don't punish me," Blaine started sobbing and Trent began to panic. He had to do something and do it quickly. Maybe the alcohol was wearing off?

"We don't have as much time tonight, honey. I'm not mad. Feel how happy I am just to be near you?" Trent asked, taking Blaine's hand and placing it on his cock. Blaine curled his fingers around it and squeezed just a little. He still didn't understand. Kurt didn't offer to make love if there wasn't time to do it right. Maybe he was desperate? Did Blaine do something to make him want to do it so quickly? Blaine was still pondering these questions when Kurt flipped him over on his face, pulling him up on his knees so he was accessible. It wasn't very comfortable and Blaine whined in protest. He always wanted to see Kurt's beautiful face. He closed his eyes, determined to get through this without complaint. He didn't want Kurt to think he was unwanted.

"Okay, but I think I need more lube," Blaine muttered. He wasn't liking this, but maybe because he was drunk. Drunk. He didn't remember feeling this drunk before...ever. It was awful. His head hurt, Kurt hadn't opened him enough and he was tensing up because he thought it was going to hurt.

"Kurt...no. I'm not ready..." Blaine said, sorrow painting his voice.

"You're fine, just relax and it will be over with in a few minutes," Trent said.

"What?" Blaine asked. That didn't sound like something Kurt would ever say to him. He didn't think he liked Kurt drunk if this is what he was like. He didn't have time to think any more before a searing pain erupted in his ass, burning and hurting. He yelped, trying to get away.

"NO! No, you didn't get me ready, Kurt! Kurt! Stop!" Blaine continued to scream, grabbing the head of the bed to get some leverage. The burning got worse as it continued deeper and Blaine struggled to get away but strong hands held him in place, a voice pleading with him to just hold still and it would stop hurting, to just bear with it a little longer...

Princess was clawing at the oak door, trying to get out. Kurt was looking at his phone, wondering why Trent wasn't answering. Something must have happened to Blaine. He stepped towards the door, leash in hand to clip it to the dog's collar when the door was opened and Princess took off, her nails scratching the hard wood floor as she ran down the corridor. Jeff and Nick stood there in surprise, but Sebastian took off after the dog, Kurt a step behind him.

Princess ran, her nose close to the ground for a moment until she heard her master's voice and she put on speed as she ran. Sebastian and Kurt were right behind, and they could hear Blaine when they turned down the last hallway leading to Trent's room. Princess was clawing to get in the door and howling. Sebastian grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door. He grabbed the little setter's collar as she burst past him and held on tight.

"Oh, my god!" Sebastain said, staring. "What the holy fuck..."

Kurt caught up, looking into the room and blanching. There was Trent, fucking Blaine as he screamed for him to stop, flailing and crying for Kurt to stop.

"Sebastain?" Trent said. "Close the door!"

"No! Get off of him or I'm letting Princess have you!" Sebastain yelled as Kurt ran past him and skidded into the bed, knocking Trent sideways and out of Blaine.

Trent fell off the bed, landing on his hip just as Sebastian let the dog loose. She had never bitten anyone in her life, she wasn't trained to do that. She growled and held Trent at bay, snarling if he so much as moved his arm.

Kurt and Sebastian were on the bed, Kurt holding Blaine in his arms and Sebbie wrapping a blanket around him. Jeff and Nick came in just at that moment, confused and worried because of all the commotion and noise. It was the weekend, so not many boys were in the dorm, but a few stayed at the end of the corridor waiting to see what was happening.

"Call the campus security," Sebastain ordered, pointing at Nick. "Don't let anyone in here," he said to Jeff and the boys hopped to it.

"Kurt, is he okay?" Sebastian asked.

"I don't know. Just keep everyone away while I talk to him," Kurt said, so grateful Sebastian was there.

"Baby, what happened?" Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear as he held him close.

"I thought it was you. I was talking to you and you wanted to make love to me. But it felt different and I was so dizzy and it was dark. I wasn't ready, and I knew then it wasn't really you and it hurt and I called for you," Blaine said, so confused. He hurt inside and he was sick to his stomach and had a headache. "I thought it was you...you gave me whiskey, and made me drink the whole thing, then gave me more. It didn't sound like your voice...what happened?" Blaine tried to focus his eyes on Kurt's face.

"I don't understand, Kurt. Who was that?" he asked, looking so confused and sad that Kurt's eyes began to water as he tried to hold it inside.

"It was Trent, baby. He pretended to be me," Kurt told him. "Just hold on, baby. The police are coming."

Blaine looked at Kurt. "I can't believe I didn't know it was him. How could I have mistaken you for him?" Blaine asked, the tears falling faster. "Kurt, I'm sick. I'm gonna...."

And he began to vomit, all over Trent's bed and Kurt's lap. He could hardly get a breath as the whiskey poured back out of him. Kurt held him with strong arms, getting close to panic. He could hear the sirens, but realized it was the campus police, not medical aide.

"Seb, call an ambulance. Blaine is on antidepressants and antianxiety medication. You cannot mix that with alcohol. Blaine? Blaine!" Kurt shouted as he felt Blaine go limp in his arms. He quickly turned him over, making sure there was nothing in his mouth to choke on.

"Stay with me, baby. Wake up and stay with me," he begged.

Blaine opened his eyes. He tried to focus on Kurt, but he couldn't. He tried to say something, pulling Kurt down to whisper in his ear.

"I love you, Kurt. I'm so sorry...."

~*~

Everything was chaos. The campus police came and took Trent to a waiting car. He had on handcuffs and looked so sad, but not one of them felt sorry for him.

The ambulance came and allowed Kurt to accompany them to the hospital. They inserted IVs into Blaine's veins as they raced across the city to the hospital. A nurse got clean scrub shirts and pants for Kurt to change into, then took him to Blaine's exam room. Kurt was overjoyed to find Blaine was awake, if a bit drunk. That feeling was lost in a split second as Blaine shifted and yelped as he rolled onto his back. He looked at Kurt with confusion in his eyes.

"It hurts, Kurt," he said in a whisper, holding his hand out to Kurt.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I'm going to be with you, they won't make me leave. I love you, Blaine. Here, the nurse is here to give you something for the pain."

"Okay, Kurt. Is it going to be okay? Please, Kurt, please..." Blaine said, but he didn't know what it was he wanted from Kurt. He was still so drunk and confused. "What?" he asked several times.

"Hey, Blaine. Don't worry. You're going to be fine. I promise. I'll explain everything to you in good time, but you need to rest for now." Kurt kissed his temple, running his fingers through the silky curls. He closed his eyes and tried to understand why this would happen to Blaine of all people. His Blaine, the most beautiful person in the whole wide world, why was he made to suffer? Blaine had never hurt anyone, ever. He didn't deserve this. Kurt sat close to Blaine, holding his hands, when he looked up to see a familiar face.

"How is he?" Sebastain asked, putting a supportive arm around Kurt. Kurt jumped, but Seb gave him a look that said it was purely platonic, helping gesture and Kurt relaxed into it. He was so stressed and strung too tight, he knew he needed someone to lean on and Seb was the only one there. Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and walked outside the cubicle with Sebastian.

"He's not good. I don't think he knows what happened to him. He thought he was with me, and he seems confused when he rolls over and puts pressure..." Kurt stopped, not sure how to say this.

"Its okay, I know what you mean. Do they know what caused the ...black out?" Seb asked.
"Yeah. He's taking both an anti-anxiety and an anti-depressant. When he mixed them with alcohol it made him extremely drunk. You can go into seizures or hallucinate, even go into a coma. I know he is bad off, but in some ways he was lucky he didn't end up worse. I don't understand why Trent of all people would do this," Kurt shook his head, looking at Sebbie.

"I think we're all capable of doing insane things if we're pushed too hard. I know Trent was lonely, and I know he thought he was in love with Blaine. His eyes would follow Blaine whenever they were in the same room. I guess he was on the edge and he saw a vulnerability in Blaine," Seb thought out loud.

"Blaine and I had been arguing. It was about him being needy – although I don't see him that way. He got upset and ran out the door, slamming it in Princess' face. He never does that, so he must have been awfully upset. He'd just woken from a nightmare when the argument started," Kurt told him.

"Trent must have seen that and took advantage. I stayed long enough to overhear Trent saying he was at fault, that he tried to rape Blaine. I don't know what's going to happen to him now. I'm sure his daddy has a lawyer on retainer," Seb said. "Well, maybe you need to get back to Blaine, Kurt. He needs you," Sebastain put his arms out and Kurt fell into them, crying as he put his head on the taller boy's shoulder.

"Thanks, Seb. I appreciate everything you've done. Oh, where's Princess?" Kurt paled, admonishing himself for not thinking of Blaine's therapy dog.

"She's in my car. Do you think they'll let her in here?" he asked.

Kurt flagged down the nurse as she left Blaine's cubicle. He explained about the service dog and she told him the dog would be allowed in if he had her papers or harness. Kurt pulled a card from his wallet and showed it to her and she nodded.

"It might help him, go ahead and bring her," she said.

"Seb?" Kurt turned.

"I'm already on it. We'll be right back, Kurt. Hang in there, Blaine is going to be okay," he told Kurt, patting him on the shoulder before taking off down the hallway.

Kurt was back at Blaine's side and reached to hold his hand.

"Hey, baby. How are you doing?" Kurt asked.

"He..he kept calling me 'honey'. You never call me that. How did I not know it wasn't you?" Blaine asked.

"Its okay. You were under the influence of the drugs mixed with alcohol and it messed with your brain. You are not responsible for what happened. Do you remember much?" Kurt asked.

"No. Just that little bit – that he said he was you and wanted to make love to me....oh. Kurt?" Blaine's eyes were big and he was very pale. "Kurt, is that why I'm having pain...down there? Did he? Did Trent..rape me?" Blaine asked, his eyes never even blinking as he looked to Kurt for the answer. Kurt nodded his head, but Blaine didn't seem to register it.

The doctor walked in, looking at Blaine.

"Hello, Blaine. I came to see how you're feeling now. We got the tests back and your blood and urine tests show positive for the drugs you were prescribed and for a hallucinogenic drug. Coupled with the alcohol, you are lucky to be talking to me. Also lucky that it is a short-term drug and is probably out of your system by now. Are you still feeling drunk?"

"Yeah, but not nearly as much. I can see things now, my focus is coming back. Can..." he was cut short when Princess came into the room, making a yodeling sound. She was so nervous, first seeing her beloved master in trouble, then being placed in a car by a boy she hardly knew, then taken into a place she'd never been. Now that she saw Blaine, she was calm and went directly to him, hopping up on the bed without invitation and pressing close to him as she was trained to do. She nudged his forearm until he wrapped it around her.

"Oh, Princess. I love you, girl," he cooed, holding her tightly. "Kurt, come hold us."

Kurt moved to sit close to Blaine. The nurses and doctor left them alone and soon after Sebastain got up to say goodbye.

"Thank you, Sebbie, for everything," Kurt said, watching Blaine sleep. "Come visit us tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll come if you want me to," he said, looking suddenly shy.

"We do," Kurt said and Seb left.

~*~

A few days later, Blaine was sitting in the family room at the Hummel house, Kurt right beside him on the sofa. Burt and Cooper had both come right away when Sebastian called them, having gotten the number from Kurt. Blaine was given a clean bill of health and instructions to spend spring break at home relaxing. He had a therapist to see, his old one so he was comfortable with her. In the end he had asked his lawyer to propose they drop the charges against Trent in exchange for mandatory living in a mental health hospital until he was well again. Trent agreed and his parents finally agreed. Blaine didn't even seem to hold a grudge against the boy, something Kurt had trouble getting over.

"I know what its like to be lonely, Kurt. I think it was so bad for so long, it made him crazy. I cannot condemn someone for being mentally ill," Blaine explained.

Kurt was glad Blaine was back seeing the therapist and encouraged Blaine to tell her about his breakdown, not thinking he was worth the value that Kurt placed on him. Blaine agreed to get that out in the open and find a way to overcome it. They both felt hopeful about this, especially since they were going to graduate soon and the next step would be college.

It turned out to be a few weeks more than just spring break that Kurt and Blaine stayed at the Hummel house. Blaine was going to his therapist every day for the first week, learning to understand what had happened to him and how he might channel his anxiety. Getting well was a long process, especially coupled with the trauma he had already suffered. The therapist suggested that Kurt return to school and let Blaine have some time alone, but Blaine was not having that at all. He fought against it so hard they finally relented and Kurt was allowed to stay.

"So, do you think we'll get into the colleges we want?" Kurt asked. He knew Blaine's father wanted him to go to Princeton, but Blaine wanted Tisch for the music program. Kurt was holding out for Parson's or NYADA. Both had sent in the applications and done the auditions, and were waiting for the results.

"I know you got in, Kurt. So quit pouting," Blaine said, leaning back into the pile of pillows and giving Kurt that look of total love.

"I think we both got in," Kurt returned. "After the crap that's gone down this year, we need a break."

"Amen."

Princess barked, wagging her tail as Burt came down the stairs.

"Oh, hey, guys. I just wanted to make sure you don't mind if go out tonight with Carole. If you want.." Burt started to say, but got interrupted.

"We're fine. Kurt is making dinner and we both think you need to have some fun. Okay?" Blaine said, grinning at Burt.

"Okay. We're going to the double feature at the drive-in. I'll call after and leave a text if I decide to stay the night," Burt said, blushing.

"Okay, but be safe," Kurt said in his best imitation of his father. Burt laughed.

"See you tomorrow. It's so nice having my boys home again."

Blaine was lying on his bed in their bedroom, dozing in the sunshine that poured in the open window. Princess was in the backyard, snoozing under the maple tree. Kurt was finishing the dishes and came down the stairs, walking softly in case Blaine was sleeping.

"Hey," Blaine greeted him.

"Hey, yourself. How are you feeling?" Kurt asked.

"With my fingers," Blaine laughed and Kurt cringed.

"That was terrible. You seem to be in a good mood. What's up?" Kurt asked.

"I was thinking that graduation is coming soon. Time for a senior prank, isn't it?" Blaine suggested, grinning. Kurt hadn't seen him this happy in years.

"Oh, and what are you thinking?"

"I have a few ideas, but we need to make it so that we don't get caught. You know how Headmaster Ethridge feels about horseplay," Blaine said, imitating the administrator's voice. Kurt giggled.

"I know we're going to leave our mark on this year. It's time for my legend to be reborn," Blaine said, sitting up.

"Legend?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, you recall what Jeff said about us being legends at Cloudy Pine? Man, that prank was great – although that wasn't what was on my mind when I snuck into the luggage compartment of that bus. I only wanted to be with you, Kurt." Blaine looked at his boyfriend, who blushed. He scooted closer to Blaine and put his arms around him.

"I'm glad you did, baby," Kurt said. "I would have been lost without you."

Blaine leaned closer and kissed him, his arms going automatically around his neck.

"I don't ever want to be without you," Blaine said.

Kurt laid back on the bed, pulling Blaine with him and they snuggled together as they had done so many times throughout the years.

"Blaine, you won't ever be without me. Like I have told you before, we're end game, right?"

"Yes, Kurt, we are."

"Blaine? I know you've had a lot of things happen lately..and I don't want you to do anything you aren't ready for, but I can't read your mind. I don't know how to ask you this question," Kurt's voice got softer, then he just stopped talking, his hands in fists as he fought himself. He needed to know what Blaine was thinking, but he also didn't want to cross any lines. Tears stung his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

"Kurt, look at me," Blaine said, cupping his cheek gently and turning his head. "Please, just look at me."

"Okay," Kurt agreed, reluctantly.

"Kurt, you are the love of my life. You can ask me anything. I think I know what you want, though. You want to know if Trent drugging me and then...molesting me..has changed us. No. I don't really remember what Trent did. I came to terms with what happened with what Jenn did a while ago. I love it when you touch me, Kurt. I do. So, let's not let bad circumstances color our love -okay?" Blaine said, holding Kurt's gaze. He didn't wait for a verbal answer, he pushed Kurt gently to the mattress, lying on top of him and kissing him with all the want and need he had been feeling for the past week.

The soft kiss turned into a passionate one as they struggled to get as close to each other as possible. Blaine wanted Kurt and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He pulled at Kurt's clothes, stripping them off as quickly as he could while Kurt helped. He was naked in just a few minutes.

"Kurt, I love you so much, and I've missed you, missed having you naked beside me in bed. Can we..?" he asked, kissing his boyfriend's neck.

"Yes, Blaine...make love to me, please," Kurt whispered in his ear. There was really no foreplay, there didn't need to be. Blaine took the lube and it was not much longer before Kurt was ready and panting in Blaine's ear, begging him to be inside of him. Every whispered word made Blaine harder. He had imagined doing this – not slow and gentle love but passionate and furious. He didn't hurt Kurt, but he wasted no time in getting him into position and thrusting himself deep inside. He pushed hard, making Kurt scream. It made him hesitate, worried for a second that he had hurt Kurt, but his lover bit his ear and scratched down his back and he was thrusting again.

"Harder!" Kurt demanded, "Fill me up, Blaine, give me more." Blaine was ready and able to do just that. He scooped Kurt up, his arms supporting his waist, so he could get a better angle and thrust once more as deep as he had ever gone. Kurt gasped and moaned so loud it made Blaine shiver.

"Oh, yes, Blaine, Blaine..." Kurt had lost the ability to speak in coherent sentences, just moaning his pleasure and his lover's name over and over.

"Kurt, I love you," Blaine said, moving quicker now, loving the heat from Kurt's body as it enveloped him. He closed his eyes for a moment and that intensified the feelings. This was not going to take long, and even though he loved to go slow to savor the emotions and feelings, he needed to just thrust blindly and posses Kurt in this way. Kurt had no objections. Blaine had never been like this and Kurt was loving every effort, every time Blaine buried himself deep within his body.

"Kurt, it's so good, I can't stop.." Blaine said, pushing the final time and freezing for a second as he came with every bit of strength in his body, feeling it trigger Kurt's own release as they fell together and lay still.

Later that night, Kurt lay in Blaine's arms, his head resting on his lover's chest.

"Blaine, I've never seen you like that. Is everything okay?" Kurt ventured to ask. Blaine had been shy and reserved for so long, this was a huge difference.

"I don't know, Kurt. I'm finally feeling like myself again," Blaine said, nuzzling into Kurt's neck where the soft scented skin always made him feel like he was home. He kissed him softly and sighed in contentment.

Kurt wrapped himself around Blaine, happy and content to be in his arms and grateful for having him back.