One look in Kurt's eyes and he knew he was speaking the truth. That was just sick though. So this guy who had been tormenting him was just a closeted guy? And Kurt had listened to Blaine and stood up for himself and the guy had gone and raped him. Blaine felt like this was all his fault. Everything he said Kurt had took into consideration and it had backfired on him.

The next few minutes were a blur as Blaine demanded Kurt let him call the police. He had finally let up with a broken whimper and handed over his phone as Blaine had left his in his car. He gave them the same address Kurt gave him and was told that they would take him to hospital so Kurt could be looked over and also something about a rape kit so they can have proof. Blaine cradled Kurt as he sobbed after being informed the police would be there as soon as possible.

Upon their arrival, the police had tried to get Kurt to talk but he just sobbed harder and gripped onto Blaine tightly and refused to let go. Blaine repeated what he knew of the incident but he had forgotten the name Kurt had mentioned to him in the bathroom at McKinley. Kurt had actually wailed when they tried to ask who did it. They gave up asking him questions and told him he needed to go to the hospital for the rape kit. Blaine wasn't aloud to accompany him and was told he should follow in his car.

"No Blaine, please don't leave me." Kurt screamed when he saw Blaine walking to his own car. Blaine turned to be caught in another death grip from Kurt. He hugged him back and stroked his hair consolingly.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere. I'm following you straight to the hospital okay? Everything's going to be fine." Kurt sniffled and looked up at him, the look on face absolutely heartbreaking.

"C-can you call my dad? Tell him to come to the hospital? He doesn't know anything. I didn't want to worry him because he had a heart attack not that long ago and I didn't want to cause him stress and god he's going to freak-"

"Kurt. Calm down, I'll call him." Kurt took a shaky breath before nodding.

"Thank you so much, Blaine. I only met you today and you've already done so much more than anyone else in my life." Blaine frowned. He really hadn't done much. Had anyone even tried to help Kurt before? Blaine squeezed him before pulling out of the hug completely. The cops were waiting for Kurt to enter the car and it took a little more encouragement from Blaine before he did so.

Blaine walked to his own car and pulled out Kurt's phone from his pocket where he had discarded earlier. He scrolled through Kurt's contacts, clicked on his dad's name and turned on loudspeaker and placed it on the seat besides him. He obviously couldn't hold it to his ear as he was following a police car. Kurt's dad picked up just after they'd started driving.

"Hey, Kurt!" came an enthusiastic voice through the phone, "Where are ya'? you missed dinner?" Blaine took a deep breath before speaking.

"Urm… Hi, sir," he said sir when he realised he didn't know Kurt's last name, "I'm a friend of Kurt's-"

"Why do you have his phone and where is he?" the voice came across as defensive and angry. Blaine thought Kurt's dad might think he was lying about being a friend of Kurt's because he was a guy…

"Urm… This is hard to explain and I would think you would prefer to be told to your face instead of over the phone-"

"Why can't you just tell me?" Blaine was being cut off again. He sighed, this man obviously cared a lot for his son.

"I feel uncomfortable with telling something so serious over the phone, but I can at least tell you that Kurt is on his way to the hospit-"

"What? Why?" it already sounded like his father was in hysterics.

"From what I know he's physically okay, but mentally…"

"What. Happened. To. My. Son." Blaine flinched at his tone.

"Can I meet you at the hospital? I don't know the full details myself, but Kurt asked me to call you. Please, when you get there, I will explain everything I know about his situation."

"Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes." he said before hanging up. Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his hair, making some gel stick to his hand. Blaine made a face before wiping it on his slack and returned both hands to the wheel.

A worried and slightly angry looking man burst through the doors of the waiting room. For some reason Blaine knew that he was Kurt's father. He couldn't tell why, and it definitely wasn't his clothes, he just did. Blaine stood and walked nervously over to him holding out his hand as a polite gesture.

"Kurt's father?" the man nodded and ignored his hand. "Maybe you should sit down?" he eyed Blaine warily before doing so. Blaine sat beside him nervously, wondering how to tell him.

"What happened to my son?" he asked slowly, obviously restraining himself from sounding angry or worried.

"Like I said before on the phone, I only bits of his story. Are you aware he get's bullied on a daily basis?"

"He said that stopped!" he sounded a little hurt that Kurt had kept this from him.

"When I spoke to him today, before the incident , he told me that he get's bullied quite a lot. Like pushed into lockers, thrown in dumpsters and called names. He's been covering up the bruises with concealer. Kurt seemed…" Blaine couldn't find the right word to explain just how broken Kurt had looked. "I don't know. I could the bullying must've been bad though-"

"Why didn't he tell me?" Blaine frowned.

"He said something about not wanting to worry you because of your heart. I gave him some advice-"

"How would you know what to do?" He replied gruffly. Blaine breathed in steadily, this man was impatient and would keep interrupting him until Blaine had told him everything he knew.

"I was bullied once. I told Kurt how much I regretted running away and that he seemed stronger than that. I told him how he should stand up for himself and refuse to be the victim. But now I think I about it, that might be the reason he's here." Blaine let his heads fall into his hands in defeat.

"Now look here, don't blame yourself for this. I would've told him the same thing. He needed to stand up for himself." Blaine blinked back his guilty tears. No matter what anyone said he would always blame himself.

"Anyway, I guess it's lucky I was still in Lima when he called me because I live Westerville. And I rushed to find him because he sounded so… broken. And when I got to him he was shaking and crying and his eyes were-god it's my fault because I told him to stand up for himself." he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Kurt's dad with a sympathetic smile on his face.

"Don't blame yourself for this, kid. It was whoever that put him here that did this. You did what anyone else would've done." Blaine nodded, still blaming himself but not telling him, "Now what happened?"

"He told me that… that he got raped." His hand dropped from Blaine's shoulder and the look on his face was pure and utter shock. He started to shake his head in disbelief.

"Who did it?" he whispered.

"I don't know." Blaine said, defeated. It bothered him a lot that he couldn't remember the name Kurt had, mentioned in the bathroom. He wanted so badly to know who did it so he could go to that school and kill him for making Kurt's life hell.

"Are you-" Kurt's dad was interrupted by the doors opening again, this time revealing a distraught looking Kurt and a doctor. He saw his father immediately and rushed over to hug him tightly. Blaine stood, planning on giving them some time, but Kurt saw his movement and moved out of the hug slightly to grab his arm.

"Don't leave, Blaine. Please." The look in his sad eyes made Blaine nod and sit back down. Kurt's hand never left his arm.

"Kurt, is it true?" Kurt looked his father in the eyes as his own started to tear up again. He nodded and looked down as more tears fell. His father pulled him in for hug and Kurt hissed slightly at the force of it.

"We have confirmed that he was raped and the police are on their way to David Karofsky's house as we speak. We would need to do some tests to make sure he was the person who committed the crime, but if proven, he will have a life sentence in jail." The doctor said to the huggin men. Kurt carried on crying into his fathers shoulder, obviously having been told already. Kurt's father nodded to him and then he left to give them privacy.

They hugged in silence, both of them crying. Blaine felt like he was intruding a family moment. Blaine felt uncomfortable and was about to leave when Kurt pulled out of the hug.

"Dad… I don't want to go back to that school." Kurt said softly, still avoiding anyone's gaze by looking at the floor.

"But if that boys gone, you'll be okay won't you?" Kurt stayed silent and shot Blaine a look. Blaine took this a look for help.

"Sir, from experience I know that if something happens to one bully because of someone telling on them, their friends make it their mission to bully them more. I have no doubt that if Kurt goes back to McKinley he would still be bullied." His dad frowned.

"But, it would happen in any school wouldn't it? I mean, Kurt's gay and flaunts it. He-" Blaine had to interrupt. it wasn't like him but Kurt looked uncomfortable with his dad talking like he wasn't there.

"Not all schools are like that. A lot of schools have a No tolerance bullying policy. The closest to Lima would probably be Dalton, where I go. It's only two hours away and is in Westerville. It's possible to have a dorm there if a student wishes not to drive there all the time or their parents live too far away. But I know it's not an option for most because the tuition is pretty steep." His father nodded, still holding on to Kurt tightly.

"I'll have to think about this, Kurt." Kurt smiled sadly. Tears were still pouring down his face. Blaine reached out and touched his back comfortingly.

"Why did you help Kurt anyway?" Blaine looked back to Kurt's father, who's name he still did not know, and shrugged.

"He looked unhappy and I guess I'm just a nice guy. No one deserves to be bullied for who they are."

"Are you gay?" he asked bluntly. Blaine let out a humorous laugh. To be hoonest he'd never actually thought about it, but he's never really felt anything while kissing the girl's he's dated.

"No, I'm dating Quinn Fabray. That's how I met Kurt." his face steeled.

"I don't like her." Blaine shot him a confused look but he didn't elaborate and Blaine didn't push for an answer. Then Blaine remembered something and stood to get something out of his back pocket. He handed the phone to Kurt who took it shakily after realising it was his own phone. He mumbled a quiet thank you and pushed it into his own pocket. Then Blaine felt his own phone buzzing. He got it out to find a text from Wes.

Where the fuck are you? The dean is pissed because you're not in your dorm. I can't cover for you for this!

Blaine sighed, looked at the time and realized how late he was, and typed out a quick reply.

Shit, sorry. There was an emergency. Tell him to calm down, I'll be back in 2 hours. Explain later.

"Kurt?" the boy looked at him sadly. He was in so much pain and Blaine could see how scared he was just by looking into his eyes. "I have to go, it's already past curfew." Kurt frowned, "Don't be afraid to call me, for anything, okay?" he nodded and Blaine went to leave but was stopped by Kurt getting up to grip him into a tight hug. Blaine smiled slightly and hugged him back.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, Kurt. I didn't do anything." Kurt just shook his head. Blaine gave him one more comforting squeeze before pulling out of the hug. "Remember to call me for anything. Even if it's because you can't be asked to get out of bed for someone to make you breakfast. I would drive two hours to help you." as expected, Kurt let out a little laugh. He was happy for that little moment. And that made Baine felt like he'd helped at least a little. He gave Kurt one last hug before leaving him to his father.