Kurt was in the living room, cleaning. The soft hush of the vacuum filled the room as Kurt went back and forth, cleaning thing the carpet. Blaine stood and watched, his head tilted to the side.

"Kurt?" There was no answer. "Kurt!" He repeated loudly. "Kurt, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm cleaning the apartment."

". . . But it's three in the morning?"

Kurt huffed, vacuuming between the couch cushions. "Better to do it when everyone's asleep than try when you're all awake and in my way."

Sensing his bitterness, Blaine stepped carefully. "Kurt . . . is everything okay?"

"Of course, Blaine. Everything is fucken peachy."

"Kurt, what's going on? This isn't like you?"

Kurt stopped, tossing a pillow back onto the cough roughly. "Oh, so now something is wrong with me? How kind of you to notice, Blaine dear."

"Kurt! That's not what I-"

"Is it wrong for me to want to keep the apartment clean? I am the apartment wife, now. No job, no life. I gotta do something to keep myself busy, don't I?"

Blaine stood with his mouth hanging open. Raising his hands, he held them out warningly. "Kurt, just calm down, okay?"

"I am calm! I am sick and tired of everyone telling me what to do! Testify this guy, do a line up, act like it didn't even happen, don't let them get to you. This is my life, God dammit!" Picking up one of the pillows, Kurt threw it across the room, throwing all the pictures off the fireplace in one smooth loud crash.

Blaine stood in silence as he watched the man he loved quiver and shake with anger. Frightened and worried, Blaine took three steps, pulled Kurt into his arms, and held him tight. Kurt put up a fight a first, mumbling to be let go and pushed Blaine away, but Blaine refused to let go. After a long and heart wrenching moment, Kurt finally broke down.

Digging his fingers into his shirt, Kurt clung to his boyfriend. Blaine pulled him to the couch as Kurt turned hysterical.

"Why!" Kurt cried longingly. "Why did they do this to me!"

Blaine cradled Kurt like a small child, refusing to let go no matter how hard he shook. He rested his head against Kurt's shoulder, his eyes closed tightly as Kurt continued to scream and weep. He whispered in his ear, promising him it would be alright and that the bastards were gonna pay, but it didn't help.

It was the first time Kurt cried since the attack happened. All the anger and sadness he had been harboring finally exploded. And Blaine was there to hold him into the night, and be there for him in the morning.