It was a few days later when Kurt and Blaine were sitting on the couch in Kurt's living room, watching Project Runway reruns and mindlessly eating popcorn. Kurt was rather engrossed in the television, but Blaine was lost in thought. He couldn't stop thinking about the Hudmel family dinner the other night.

"You didn't warn them," he said abruptly, causing Kurt to start at the sudden noise.

"Warn who? About what?" Kurt replied after a moment's pause.

"Your family. You didn't warn them. About me being... jumpy." Blaine already regretted saying anything. He was going to ruin this friendship before it had even gotten its feet off the ground. Why couldn't he have just kept his mouth shut?

Finally daring to look up at Kurt cautiously, Blaine expected to see judgment or pity in his eyes. What he saw was something completely different. It was... understanding?

"Blaine," Kurt said slowly, grabbing his hand, "Of course I didn't warn them. Why would I do that?"

"It's just, sometimes people warn people. Like they tell them that I'm jumpy and to be calm around me. But you didn't do that," Blaine didn't look up as he said this, staring instead at the edge of the couch.

"Blaine, you're not jumpy-" Kurt started, stopping when Blaine glared at him, "Okay, yeah a little, but honestly I'm like that sometimes too. And for good reason. I'm sure you have good reason too. And I really wouldn't warn someone about you. Especially my family. I just wanted them to meet the same wonderful guy that I did."

Blaine sat there for a minute, mulling over those words in his mind before saying, "You're jumpy?"

"Yeah, sometimes. Like when Finn slammed that door, remember?"

"I think anyone would jump at that," Blaine said with a smile. It had sounded like the house would cave in from the way Finn practically beat the door.

"Well, yeah, but... okay not the best example. But I'm definitely what you would call jumpy."

"Why?" Blaine whispered, fingers picking at the fabric of his jeans.

"A lot of dumpster dives and locker shoves make you that way," Kurt shrugged noncommittally, trying to look casual.

"You too?" continued Blaine, still whispering.

"Nothing- nothing too bad," Kurt responded, knotting his hands together.

"Do you have any scars?" Blaine asked suddenly.

Kurt looked shocked at the question. "It's just, never mind, I just wanted, sorry that was really weird," Blaine mumbled. Stupid, stupid Blaine. Should not have said anything.

"A little," Kurt admitted, "But here's one." He took Blaine's hand gently, moving it to his own arm. Blaine rubbed his fingers slowly, feeling the raised marks on the top of Kurt's shoulder.

"Just a bad hit in the dumpster," Kurt maintained, too proud to say that it had hurt.

They sat there in silent for a moment, Blaine's hand lingering for longer than necessary on Kurt's arm.

"What about you?" Kurt asked, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"You asked me the weird question, silly. Now I'm just asking it back," Kurt said with a sad smile.

"Oh, right," Blaine muttered, blushing. This was stupid. Just a stupid idea. But he couldn't just ignore what Kurt had said. "Right here," he said, pointing to the right side of his forehead.

Kurt leaned in cautiously, "May I?"

Blaine nodded in response, holding his breath as Kurt pushed up his hair. He watched Kurt's face fall when he saw the deep scar that began at the top of his forehead and made its way to the top of his head, widening the further back it got.

"The fro helps hide it. That's why I don't usually gel," Blaine joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"I like your fro," Kurt responded, fingers tracing the scar, moving from Blaine's forehead through his hair, "What happened?"

"A crowbar to the head will do that to you," Blaine murmured. He realized that he had said it out loud when he looked up and saw a look of horror on Kurt's face.

"How- oh my god," Kurt said, fingers still in Blaine's hair.

"It's fine," Blaine replied softly, surprised when Kurt pulled him close to him.

They stayed like that for the longest time, both of Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine, his face buried in Blaine's hair as Project Runway continued in the background.

"How could anyone ever hurt you?" Kurt finally whispered.