Glass and blood littered the floor, seeping into the cracks in the wood, staining it forever. His boots crunched through the glass as his feet forced him to move. The screams and smashes became louder and Kurt looked across the room, forced to watch as he saw himself, Max Anderson’s hands wrapped around his throat, being throttled by his boyfriend’s dead father. Blood washed against his boot and he looked down to see Cooper’s glazed eyes, his face deathly pale. Finn’s body lay shattered against the couch and Carole’s lay against him, her own body half falling off the couch, blood dripping down her arms and face. Blaine’s hand slipped into his and he stifled a scream at the sight of his boyfriend, his face paler than Kurt’s own, mottled black and blue with bruises, his skin slashed and falling away along with finger marks and a long, cracked line across his throat. Blaine smiled a wide, snarling smile at him and suddenly the hands around Kurt’s throat became his father, Burt’s.

Kurt woke with a scream, panting and eyes wide in the darkness. The silence of the room washed over him and he turned to his side, expecting to see Blaine sleeping soundly next to him or awake from his scream but his gaze settled on cold, empty sheets. Confused and worried he slid his legs over the edge of the bed and slipped his feet into his slippers. He padded across the bedroom and looked into the bathroom, empty. He walked into the hallway and into Cooper’s room; it was empty, Cooper having gone back to New York a few days earlier. He walked into the living areas and glanced into the kitchen, nothing. He walked into the living room and glanced out to the balcony which was still locked tight. His breath hitched and cold flooded through him. Suddenly he saw movement and looked down onto the couch, stifling another scream. Blaine lay on the couch, his arms and throat slit. Kurt rushed to him, sobbing as he searched for a pulse, Blaine’s blood seeping into him, making his fingers slippery as he tried to revive his boyfriend.

“Kurt?” The deep voice spoke and Kurt’s eyes snapped open, his mouth open in a silent scream. He was sat bolt upright in their bed, his skin clammy with sweat. He turned and looked to where the voice had come from. Blaine sat next to him, the moonlight washing over them both, his fingers entwined with Kurt’s. Kurt unlaced their fingers wordlessly and turned Blaine’s hands over, sliding his fingers along the thin line across his left wrist, long healed. He let out a sigh of relief and met Blaine’s scared stare.

“It’s ok sweetie, just a bad dream.” He said and smiled.

Blaine looked Kurt over and helped him lie down then wrapped his arms around Kurt tight, resting his head on Kurt’s chest where it had been before Kurt had woken up. “You were screaming. I couldn’t wake you up.” He whispered.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine tighter and kissed his curly hair. “It’s ok baby, we’re ok.”

Blaine looked up at him, his honey hazel eyes staring into Kurt’s glasz ones. “We’re not, but we will be.” He said quietly before resting his head back down, snuggling up.

Kurt blinked in the darkness, wondering about trauma and if Blaine wasn’t the only one who needed therapy, how could they cope with both of them broken?

Blaine opened his mouth as the doctor directed, trying not to move as the doctor used the short piece of wood to press his tongue down and shine his torch into his mouth and throat. The man leant away, turning his torch off and letting his tongue go, smiling at Blaine, pleased. Blaine licked the inside of his mouth as the doctor he hadn’t bothered to remember the name of when he’d introduced himself to about 10 minutes ago wrote some notes on his pad. He’d just nodded, sat on the examination chair and opened his mouth obediently when the man asked. He’d decided not to bother. He’d probably end up going to a new doctor soon when they realised he wasn’t interested in talking. The doctor had been recommended by Doctor Samuels and both had given a list of therapists for Blaine and Kurt to check out.

“Ok Blaine. How is your neck? Any discomfort? Any pain?” The doctor asked and Blaine shook his head. He shared a look with Kurt and he leant down to look Blaine in the eyes. “Blaine I can’t thoroughly assess you if you don’t speak to me. You’re going to have to talk to me; you’ll have to with the therapist too. We just want to help you.”

“I don’t want help; I just want to go home.” Blaine snapped, a little shocked with himself at how harsh his voice had come out.

“Blaine!” Kurt admonished. “Don’t speak to Doctor Young like that. He’s trying to help.”

Blaine gave Kurt a belligerent glare and grabbed his coat.

The doctor sighed and held up his hands, facing Kurt. “I can’t help you if he’s not going to let me. I understand your situation but I can’t force a patient into letting me treat them.”

Kurt nodded and smiled a little at Doctor Young with Blaine staring at them both, for a second stunned he was getting away with it until Kurt walked over and stood in front of him, the patient look slipping away. “Blaine I’ve been nothing but the understanding boyfriend here but you’ve shut down. I get you’re confused and in pain but you’re acting like a brat and you know it. Sit down and let Doctor Young treat you or you’re going back to Lima. I love you but you need to want to get better Blaine.”

Blaine’s mouth dropped open and he suddenly saw how much he was hurting his beautiful boyfriend. Tears filled his eyes and Kurt wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and Blaine wrapped his own around Kurt. He nodded against Kurt’s collarbone and sniffled as Kurt leant away, a small smile tugging at his lips as the loving eyes returned. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, looking first at Kurt then Doctor Young. He sat down and folded his hands in his lap. He’d do this. He could do this.

Isabelle looked up as the office door opened and two young men walked through the doorway. She squealed and clapped excitedly as she watched Kurt walk in, guiding Blaine in front of him with a hand to his back. Kurt looked over and smiled as Blaine looked around, fascinated, his wide hazel eyes taking in everything. Kurt’s hand left Blaine’s back and he walked over, hugging Isabelle and sighing happily. “Hi Isabelle.” He breathed and they leant away and smiled at each other.

“Hey. How are you both?” She asked, looking over at Blaine who was looking out of the window.

Kurt smiled and glanced over at his boyfriend then back at his boss. “We’re good, still working things out. So glad we’re here.”

Isabelle giggled. “It’s different from Lima and New York, right?” She said and Kurt grinned and nodded. She looked over at Blaine who’d stepped away from the window and was watching the TV showing a slideshow of Vogue featured fashion and the logo for the magazine itself. “So, Blaine, what are your plans with school?”

Kurt glanced over at Blaine and opened his mouth, ready to reply for his black-haired boyfriend, remembering the exchange at the doctor’s office the day before but before he could say anything Blaine’s deep voice spoke across the room. “I’m going to focus on my therapy and healing first. I might not finish anyway.”

Kurt looked at him and smiled as Blaine walked over and wrapped his arm around his waist, anchoring and soothing them both. “Blaine’s been researching actors and singers who didn’t graduate.”

Isabelle looked at them both, shocked then smiled at Blaine, nodding. “Oh really? Ok, give me some then Blaine.”

Blaine grinned and took a breath before replying. “John Travolta, Whoopi Goldberg, Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz. If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for me. I just want to sing and help people.”

Isabelle stared at him open mouth for a second then glanced at Kurt. “Wow, well then Blaine, you will.”

Kurt grinned at Blaine and kissed him softly, whispering. “You’ll do everything you want to baby; you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

Blaine smiled, his eyes shining with tears. “And you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, or ever will.” He leaned in and kissed Kurt again, the two men grinning at each other, feeling light as their hearts overflowed with love again and again.

The rest of the day passed slowly for Kurt, Isabelle and Blaine. Kurt and Isabelle spent their time working and looking at CV’s for their new team, taking calls and emails and making up for the time Kurt had had off and making sure Anna Wintour didn’t regret her choice of sending them to L.A.

Blaine spent his time wandering around the office, getting Kurt and Isabelle coffee from the Starbucks he’d spotted out of the window, watching Kurt work and looking things up on his laptop. It was about three hours after they’d arrived when Kurt looked up and realised he hadn’t heard the hum of Blaine’s computer or the soft voice singing along to the videos he found on YouTube for about half an hour. He looked across the empty office then back at Isabelle. “Isabelle? Did you see Blaine leave?” He asked.

Isabelle’s head shot up and the blond shook her head. “No, how long’s he been gone?”

“About half an hour I think. I’ll just try his cell,” Kurt said and dialled Blaine’s number, waiting as it connected then rang. He felt a buzzing by his foot and realised Blaine had dropped his cell phone on his last trip to the coffee shop and back, leaning down to give Kurt his coffee and a kiss. He turned to Isabelle who looked back, open mouthed and looking worried. He disconnected the call and started to get out of his seat when he cell went, Mercedes picture flashing on the screen. “’Cedes?” He answered, wondering what his best friend was doing calling him.

Mercedes voice rang through his phone, obviously highly amused. “Boy are you missing something?”

Kurt closed his eyes and sighed. “Please tell me you’ve found him.”

“Hmm,” Mercedes replied. “That depends on what you’ve lost. Is it cute, cuddly and adorable, has curly black hair, lovely skin tone, big brown eyes, interesting fashion sense, a very strong voice and is a little on the short side?” Kurt smiled at the shout of ‘hey!’ somewhere behind the woman on the phone and laughs as she speaks again. “Actually I may have just described a puppy. Have you lost a puppy, Kurt? I’d try to scratch him under the chin but I’m pretty sure he bites.”

Kurt laughed out loud and gave Isabelle a thumbs up. The older women let out a sigh of relief and sat back down at her computer. “Yes, ‘Cedes he bites. Can you bring him back? I have to finish this work.”

“Sure. It’ll give me a reason to come see your office and check you’re working hard.” Mercedes replied.

The office door opened about ten minutes later and Kurt rushed over to Blaine who was grinning. “Thanks, ‘Cedes. Where did you find him?” He asked, turning to the diva and hugging her.

Mercedes smiled and pointed to Blaine’s bags. “He was shopping, I found him wandering the shops down the road.”

Kurt looked at Blaine, eyebrow raised. Blaine shrugged sheepishly and smiled. “I got distracted. I think I lost my phone.”

Kurt waved Blaine’s phone in his face and smiled at him as the younger man took it. “I’m attaching that to your hand one day, I swear Blaine.”

Blaine giggled and wrapped his arms around Kurt, kissing him. “But how would you hold my hand?” He asked, smirking.

Kurt rolled his eyes and kissed Blaine soundly. “You’re crazy, but I love you.”

“I love you too.” Blaine replied.

Kurt showed Mercedes around and introduced her to Isabelle and Blaine showed Kurt and Isabelle his purchases and went back to his computer, looking things up.

Later, Blaine looked up and watched Kurt working, his face washed blue and white by the screen. He smiled and carried on looking up videos to sing along to. The last few minutes of the work day passed with the dulcet sounds of Blaine’s voice and Pink’s Glitter In The Air.