Blaine was shattered on the inside.

Outside he stayed cool and collected, not letting Kurt see how much his story had actually effected him.

The truth didn't ruin Blaine's vision of Kurt, nothing ever would, it just tore Blaine down inside.

He should have been there for Kurt. He should have said no to his parents when they asked him to go to the restaurant with them and gone to the bar with Kurt. Or at least he should have convinced Kurt to stay home and watch Moulin Rouge with him. Cuddling under the blankets, Kurt's soft skin against his lips.

But he hadn't. He had agreed to go with his parents to the stupid business date so they wouldn't get mad.

Then there was his poor, delicate Kurt. His Porcelain. His life. His everything being dragged out to a bar he'd never been to, shoved into a crowd he'd never known and never wanted to know.

Blaine was beating himself up over the entire thing.

He should have been with Kurt. He should have been the man buying him drinks, pulling him out on the dance floor so they could dance with their bodies close. He should have been there to catch the asshole who had drugged his love. He should have been there to stop him from taking Kurt home.

Blaine's stomach twisted cruelly every time he thought of what that guy had done to Kurt. He didn't want to think of any of this stuff around Kurt, didn't want him thinking that Blaine was disgusted by him and wanted nothing to do with him. That was the farthest thing from the truth. Nothing could make Kurt disgusting, even the thought of another man forcing touches on him.

Blaine knew why Kurt had been so scared and flinchy now. Bile would rise in his throat as he closed his eyes, the visions of another guy's fingers pressing into Kurt's flesh, another guy's lips on his skin.

Even worse knowing it was forced on his boyfriend. On Kurt of all people. He was so strong on the outside it seemed, but so easy to break. And this guy had done just that. He had broken every last bit of strength Kurt was holding onto till he fell into an awful depression. A depression he could never get out of.

He had broken Kurt down till he was just tiny fragments on the floor, being grounded in with each harsh word, soft touch, passionate kiss, till he was nothing. Till he wanted nothing more than to die.

Blaine stayed home from school that Friday, spending the say Kurt's. He stayed up in the room with him, the two tangled together on the bed watching movies. Kurt was damaged. Blaine knew it. And every time a wave of tears washed over Kurt, Blaine would hold him close and whisper soothing things into his ear. Burt and Carole had watched them closely at first, making the door stay open and checking in everyone and a while. Blaine could tell they were curious over why Kurt was acting like he was, but Blaine was going to accept Kurt's wishes and wasn't going to tell them.

That weekend Blaine got permission to stay. Him and Kurt spent the entire weekend like they had that Friday. They never left each other's side, and Blaine was always there when Kurt collapsed in emotions. They sat close at the dinner table, watching each other as they at. In the living room watching TV, Kurt was almost on Blaine's lap, pulled close to his side as he cuddled against him. Blaine loved being able to touch Kurt now without him flinching or crying.

The truth Kurt told helped draw them closer. Now that Blaine knew something that had been tearing at Kurt for months, everything was easier. He was able to open up to Blaine and not feel judged. Because even though Blaine knew all the details he still loved Kurt and held him just as before. It was everything Kurt wished for.

Kurt even let Blaine sleep in the same bed as him, which caused Blaine to huh him close and whisper how much he loved him in his ear. In a couple days they had went from Kurt flinching to Kurt letting Blaine sleep next to him, sleep against him. Burt and Carole didn't know at first. They thought Blaine was sleeping on the floor, until Sunday morning when they walked into Kurt's room to wake the boy's up and found Kurt clutching to Blaine's shirt in his sleep, tears dried against his cheeks with Blaine's arms wrapped tightly around him. They had left them alone, deciding that the two boys knew how to be responsible.

The weekend was perfect for both Kurt and Blaine. Though Blaine still had moments where he just broke down, thinking of what Kurt had told him, just being back with Kurt made him extremely happy. Even though Kurt still constantly broke down, he loved him and planned on being there as many times as could when the tears began to fall.

Monday.

The day Kurt had been dreading.

He stood infront of his full length mirror, in his usual normal attire of designer jeans and a nice button-up short-sleeved shirt, with a nice cardigan to cover it all and fall down to his wrists. He stared at his reflection, his breathing even.

He looked normal. Makeup covering the dark bruises beneath his eyes. His brown hair felled just right and combed back. Looking at him you'd see a perfectly normal teenage boy. Well, gay teenage boy.

But on the inside he was nothing close to normal. He was terrified and nervous. His heart was constantly beating faster than it should. His head hurt as a headache formed.

He was nothing close to normal. But no one would know that.

Unless they saw the bandages, but that was what the cardigan was for. No one would see the bright white gauze on his wrists.

"Kurt?" Kurt was startled as Blaine's soft voice filled his room. He spun around, taking in his boyfriend who was standing in his doorway with a sincere look on his features.

Kurt's blue eyes suddenly misted over and Blaine hurried across the room, pulling the boy against his chest. Kurt nuzzled his face in the crook of Blaine's shoulder as he began to shake with sobs, tears falling down his cheeks. "Hey, hey-" Blaine sooted, rubbing circles on Kurt's back as he clutched himself close.

"I'm so scared," Kurt hiccuped, pulling away, hanging his head in shame as he reached up to wipe at his eyes.

"It's going to be fine. Stay by my side all day an everything will be just fine."

"But you aren't in my math class. What am I suppose to do-"

"Rachel and Tina are in there. They already said that they'd watch over you. It's going to be fine." Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead. "Now let's go."

The ride to the school was quiet. Kurt clutched Blaine's hand, looking out the window as he tried to keep his breathing calm while Blaine rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. He kept glancing over at Kurt, making sure he wasn't crying.

When thy pulled into a parking spot, Kurt was rooted to his spot. He was terrified to step foot out of the car. Blaine walked around and opened the door, holding out his hand for Kurt to grasp. With their book bags slung over their shoulders they walked together into the school, Kurt's head bent down towards Blaine's. Blaine walked with his head held high for both of them, his hand slipping around Kurt's waist to keep him close.

The whole school was looking at them, whispers erupting across the hall. "He's back!" "Kurt Hummel is back?" "Is that the psycho who tried to kill himself?"�Blaine hurried Kurt to their first class, getting him away from the torture.

The school day went quickly, Blaine pushing Kurt to go as fast possible to the next class to get away from everyone. No one could mind their own damn business.

Soon enough, it was math class. Blaine didn't want to leave Kurt alone, but there they stood outside the math room, Blaine holding Kurt's hands. "I love you. It's going to be fine. I'll be right here to take you to lunch." He kissed Kurt's hands, before pressing a fleeting kiss to his lips and spinning on his heels to leave.

Kurt clutched his bag to his chest and walked into the classroom. He took a seat in the back and stayed quiet, hoping not to be seen. Rachel and Mercedes walked in and gave him sad looks, but he just ignored them.

When the bell rang he stayed in his seat till everyone had left. He got up and left the classroom, looking up and down the crowded hallway for Blaine. He couldn't find him anywhere.

Maybe he had forgotten? Kurt would just walk to lunch and find him there. He began down the hall, keeping his book bag against his chest as he maneuvered down the hallway.

He could feel the stares burning through body. The whispers were loud in his ears, as if they were talking right in his ear. He could hear the words, psycho, fag, crazy, stay away. He clutched at his bag, his breath catching in his throat. He made the mistake of looking up and seeing that almost everyone in the hallway was looking at him. Not with pity or sadness.

With disgust.

Like not only did they know he had tried to kill himself, but as if they knew he had been raped.

Kurt was suddenly stripped bare in front of them. He stopped in the middle of the hall, staring around him.

They found him even more disgusting now. He was ugly and gross and no one liked him and never would now. Because he was gay. Because he tried to kill himself. Because he was crazy.

Kurt stumbled back as a shoulder slammed into his. He spun around, glaring as Karofsky laughed and high-fived another jock. He just stared after them.

They stopped and glared at him. "What are you looking at fag?" the other jock sneered.

"He's probably stripping us with his eyes," Karofsky barked.

Kurt took a step back as the two stepped forward. "Leave me alone," his voice was silent.

Karofsky barked a laugh, rolling his eyes. "Listen to him try to tell us what to do."

"Oh, that's funny."

"Let's see if we can get him to beg."

"Yes. Let's." The sneer caused Kurt to stumble back again.

The two advanced on him quickly and he tried to stand his ground. The hallway was silent as everyone watched. Karofsky got close and shoved Kurt back, causing him to stumble and drop his bag. The other jock kicked the bag away, laughing as he turned back to the frightened boy. Kurt felt the tears welling in his eyes as he clenched his teeth.

Karofsky got in his face, chest to chest. "You're disgusting. Trying to draw attention to yourself by trying to kill yourself. No one is going to like you even after that. Because you're disgusting and ugly. No one likes you." he sneered this in his ace, before stepping back and pushing him back again. �Karofsky raised his curled knuckles, but his arm was suddenly held back by another.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Finn screamed. "Karofsky, you are such an asshole. You will not treat my brother like this. Neither will you, Dominic." Finn let go of Dave's wrist and shoved him back.

Kurt felt a pair of arms curl around him and he automatically turned and buried his face in his chest, tears beginning to fall as soon as smelled Blaine's cologne. Blaine whispered hushed words in his ear.

"If I see this again, I swear to God, I'll beat your ass." Finn growled into his face, turning to look around the hall. "This goes for all of you."

"Yeah. Because you'll have to deal with all of us." came another voice as Puck stepped out of the crowd alone with Sam and Mike.

"You all are pathetic. This kid has gone through hell and you guys whisper. You whisper and sneer and glare and make him feel worthless and like he doesn't belong. He is crying. You all should feel ashamed of yourselves! Ashamed!" Sam was yelling and glaring at everyone in the hall.

Blaine ushered Kurt through the crowd as Finn turned to them again. "He tried to kill himself because of all of you. Because the way you treat him. I hope you guys are glad. I hope you guys have that weighing on your mind now. Because if he would have died, his death would have been because of you. You all should feel pathetic. And ashamed. And I hope you rethink your lives." Finn threw a glare at Karofsky, shoving him back again. He stepped and walked towards Sam, Puck and Mike. "Let's go."

Blaine had move Kurt to the bathroom, where they had slid down the wall so they were sitting on the tile floor. He had Kurt in his lap, held against his chest as he cried and fisted his fingers in Blaine's shirt.

"I'm disgusting, Blaine. No one likes me. I shouldn't be here. I should be dead," Kurt muttered, stalling his tears and sniffling.

"Kurt Andrew Hummel. Do not say that." Blaine scolded, reaching up to cup his chin with his fingers. He made him meet his eyes, Blaine's eyes searching Kurt's. "Don't listen to those assholes. I love you. And so does everyone who just stood up for you. "You deserve to have life more than those kids in the hall. It doesn't matter what they think."

"But no one likes me. I'm ugly. And disgusting. And... And ruined." Kurt muttered, eyes falling.

"Kurt... You are absolutely beautiful. I can go through everything beautiful about you, but it would take too long. You aren't disgusting at all and you aren't ruined. Nothing could ever ruin you, Kurt." Blaine felt tears prick at his own eyes. "I love you. And I find you to be the most perfect thing in the world. An if you ask my opinion, I believe that that's really the only thing that matters."

Kurt hiccuped and met Blaine's eyes again, his eyes shining with tears. "Thank you... I love you. so much. I love you-" he murmured again, before reaching up to thread his fingers through his hair. "Maybe one day we can tell each other what we love about the other...." he whispered, Leaning forward to press his lips against Blaine's, tears wet on his lips.