"If ever there was a bad shade of white that would be it." Kurt reached over Blaine to grab the bowl of popcorn on the other side of the bed. Somehow the two of them had begun a ritual of watching Say Yes to the Dress every Thursday night in Blaine's dorm.

Three weeks after Kurt's transfer, they started watching it. It wasn't as if it was the most entertaining of all the reality shows, but it was their show.

"I agree, it totally washes her out." Blaine picked up the bowl and brought it close enough for Kurt to reach without even looking away from the screen.

"I wish I could just go there and tell them which dress to buy so we didn't have to watch them struggle for a half hour. It really isn't that hard." Kurt shoved a bunch of popcorn into his mouth.

"You'd be better help than any of those attendants."

"I know. Look at it. Look at that. I cannot sit here and watch this mother try to convince her daughter to buy that dress."

"…but you are sitting here."

Kurt swatted Blaine's arm, "Hush, you know what I mean."

Blaine grinned and turned his attention back to the screen. The show had switched to another customer with a surly father and a jealous maid of honor. They sat in silence while the girl tried on five different dresses and was almost talked into getting the ugliest one.

Kurt leaned over onto Blaine, who sat with his back against the headboard. In a few minutes, the pressure caused his arm to fall asleep, but he didn't move for fear of Kurt sitting back up.

Minutes passed.

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?" Blaine turned his head from the TV and glanced down at Kurt.

"What would you do, hypothetically, if someone kissed you without your permission?"

Blaine's heart jumped a little at the word "kissed," and it took a second for him to think of an answer.

"Um, I don't know. I guess it depends on who, and when, and how, and what?"

"Okay, what if they did it after they just told you how much they hate you?"

He blinked. "Did someone…?"

"What? Me? No. Of course not." Kurt's face flushed red and he quickly turned back to the TV, suddenly very interested in the shaving cream commercial on screen.

"Kurt." Blaine said sternly.

Kurt bit his bottom lip, trying to decide if he should tell Blaine. He sighed and sat up. Blaine tried to move his arm a little, waking it back up and giving Kurt his full attention.

"You remember David Karofsky?"

"He didn't."

Kurt didn't answer. He looked down at the bedspread and began to play with the fabric.

"Kurt, did he…?"

He nodded, suddenly looking much smaller than before. Kurt's eyes never strayed from the sheets, and he began to bite on his lower lip.

Blaine could see it all. Kurt was confused, he was worried, he was scared. It hurt him just to see his friend like this. It was not okay. Blaine could feel himself getting more upset by the second imagining David's face dangerously close to Kurt's. The rage grew from inside, somewhere above his stomach.

Kurt could sense something was off. Blaine had stopped fidgeting his feet, and was stock still. He dared to glance up for a moment, only to return his gaze just as quickly. Blaine looked terrifying. His eyes were hooded and jaw was set. For a moment, Kurt could only see Mr. Anderson, and it frightened him.

Get it together Blaine, breathe. In, out, in, out.

He spoke to himself in his head, trying to talk himself out of hurling something across the room. It was as if suddenly, every negative emotion he'd held in for a while was threatening to explode. He was okay with people picking on him, especially since it didn't happen as much, but Kurt didn't deserve it. Kurt was inherently good, and it just was not fair that someone could abuse him and he would be too afraid or intimidated to get help right away.

Life was just not fair for him.

Blaine shut his eyes and soon was back to normal. His muscles relaxed and he slowly blinked his eyes open.

"I'm sorry," He murmured after seeing Kurt's uneasy expression.

"It's not your fight Blaine," Kurt responded, "please don't do something on impulse."

Blaine nodded, eyes down. "But, Kurt… you need someone to help you."

"I can't just tell someone, he, uh…he kind of threatened my life."

"WHAT?!"

Kurt's eyebrows came together in worry, but he didn't say anything more.

Blaine stood up and marched straight out of the room, leaving Kurt behind on the bed. Only after the door slammed behind him did Kurt even think about chasing after him. He scrambled up and ran to the door. When he got through it, he could see Blaine disappearing around the corner. He jogged after him, catching Blaine right as he was about to exit the dorm.

"Blaine, wait."

Blaine stopped, teeth grinding. "No Kurt, this is not okay. We can't just stay here while he sits at home with zero repercussions. It's not right."

"So what are you going to do now?" Kurt asked softly, trying to turn Blaine back towards the door. "You can't just march into his house and hit him on the head. We have no evidence so the police aren't really an option. Just, come back Blaine and we'll worry about this later."

"Later is not soon enough."

Kurt sighed and took Blaine's arm, "Back. Now."

Blaine resisted a little, but allowed Kurt to lead him back to his room.

"You need to tell someone Kurt. Someone who can listen, and help you do something."

"I know Blaine, I know. That's why I told you."