After Kurt quietly explained the situation, choking back silent tears, Burt just nodded, "He can have whatever he needs."

Kurt hugged his father, thanking him profusely before heading back to the living room where Blaine was still seated on the couch. The boy was covered in blankets, feet pulled in as he wrapped around himself. His head rested on his knees, eyes directed sadly at the floor. Kurt couldn't help but stand there for a moment and stare at the beautiful boy before him, the one with such a sad look on his face that Kurt just could not seem to get rid of.

"It's settled- you're staying here," Kurt said softly, shaking Blaine from his thoughts.

Blaine just stared at him for a second, his face lightening with relief. "You're the best," he murmured, a slight smile finally playing at his lips.

"Don't worry about it," Kurt brushed it off, "And you can borrow some of my stuff for tonight. We can go get your things tomorrow."

Kurt saw Blaine visibly shudder at the mention of that but didn't say anything. He had a plan for tomorrow. He'd make it okay for Blaine.

Later in the evening, the two sat in Kurt's bed, wrapped around each other as The Sound of Music played in the background.

"This always reminds me of my mom," Kurt sighed, hand moving through Blaine's hair as the shorter boy snuggled in closer.

"She must have been beautiful," Blaine whispered, head laying on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt merely nodded, stifling a yawn.

"Tired?"

Kurt nodded again, eyelids fluttering.

"You're adorable," laughed Blaine.

Kurt just snorted at that, a sleepy smile spreading across his face. He stood up slowly, rummaging through a drawer before throwing Blaine some clothing.

"The pants might be too long, but they'll work."

"Finally! Something about my height! I was waiting for that," Blaine said, letting out a tired giggle.

"I hope it lived up to your expectations."

"Oh, it was fantastic," Blaine laughed, pulling Kurt in for a hug.

Kurt changed quickly, pulling off his shirt. He was too tired to really care, not even bothering to go into the bathroom.

As he turned around, he saw Blaine standing there staring at the clothing that he held in his hands. He had a stricken expression on his face as his lips quivered.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, moving slowly towards him.

"I- I don't want you to have to see me again," whispered Blaine, eyes downcast.

Kurt tried not to cry as he heard that, instead responding, "You can change in the bathroom if you want."

Blaine just shrugged with a sniff, "I just feel so stupid. I mean- it's just a shirt."

"Blaine," Kurt started gently, "You do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

There was no response. Blaine stood there for another moment before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Eyes still shut, he took off his shirt as quickly as he could.

Standing there, he finally opened his eyes and looked down at his chest, eyeing the angry bruises that were splotched down his side. The purple was beginning to darken, and he winced when he moved.

Kurt could have sworn that he felt his own heart break as Blaine mumbled to himself, "So ugly."

"Mm-mm," Kurt said, shaking his head from side to side.

Blaine stared at him, eyes filling with tears.

"You," Kurt began slowly, kissing Blaine's shoulder, "are," he progressed before kissing his arm, "so," he continued, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, "beautiful."

Blaine let out a quiet laugh as Kurt pressed a final kiss to his lips as lightly as possible.

"You really are," Kurt whispered, brushing back a stray curl of Blaine's, "And I'm going to make you see it."