Blaine gets up from the couch, not caring about the movie still playing or the box tipping over from the weight of the fork and not enough food left inside it. If he didn't know any better he'd say he made to his bedroom in three strides. He knew exactly where Kurt had gone. Another thing Blaine had discovered is that, when Kurt had first followed him home, he would hide out at the back of the shelf in Blaine's closet where he kept a pile of scarves.

Opening the door slowly, light flooded into the small closet and Blaine could hear the small sound of Kurt crying. "Kurt, please come out," he asked gently. A minute or so passed without response. Before going to sit down on the bed he added, "I'm here. When you're ready."

It seemed like a lifetime before the sound of Kurt's wings fluttering together reached Blaine's ears. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd nearly fallen asleep in the silence when he perked up at the sound. He saw Kurt coming out of the slightly open closet door. "Kurt." His voice was barely above a whisper, raw with tiredness and worry.

Blaine watched as Kurt took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Not wanting to push, he stayed silent, waiting for Kurt to begin. What he was going to tell him, he had no idea but whatever it was, it was going to be difficult and that deserved all the patience in the world. Kurt flew to the head of Blaine's bed and sat down on one of the pillows. Blaine hated feeling so much larger than Kurt, he'd discovered that quickly, so he'd lain down, head resting on his own pillow, level with Kurt.

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The locker room was hot and sticky like a permanent humid summer day. It smelled like sweat and and chlorine. For this and for several more reasons Kurt was finding it difficult to breathe. The grip on his shoulder hadn't loosened in the minute had had taken them to reach their destination, Karofsky hadn't said anything else. He probably knew exactly how terrified Kurt was with him simply standing this close to him.

When Karofsky did finally let go, he ripped the strap of Kurt's messenger bag off of his shoulder and threw it on the ground. The edge of one of the wooden benches that was set up between the rows of lockers dug harshly into the side of Kurt's leg as he was roughly pushed back against the lockers. Kurt winced at the sharp pain, heat flaring up along where it had hit him.

Kurt looked around frantically no longer trying to hold in the tears that had built up in his eyes. "Wh-what are you do-nnn..." His question was cut off when Karofsky put his hand over his mouth. His grip was tight on the other boy's face. Karofsky had his head pinned to the sticky metal behind him, Kurt could hardly move.

Closing the small distance between them, Karofsky put his mouth right next to Kurt's ear. The breath against his neck made Kurt shudder and he tried to move away, muffled cries coming from his blocked mouth.

"Did you really think you could get away with acting the way you do?" Pulling his head back, Karofsky looked into Kurt's eyes as he pressed his hips into the other boy's thigh. Kurt's eyes widened, tears falling freely now as he struggled against the vice grip on his face and the now present weight covering his body. His cries were for not since his voice was muffled by a large hand and their was no one around to hear him.

Kurt never stopped struggling though the rutting against his leg continued and hot ragged breath flowed across his neck and chest. He managed to get one hand free long enough to shove Karofsky's face away from him, but it didn't help. Karofsky grabbed his wrist tight and held it against the metal beside his head. It was only a few minutes later when Karofsky came, groaning into Kurt's ear.

He stepped back from Kurt enough to look him in the eye's again. He stared at Kurt's tears stained face and red puffy eyes. "You say anything to anyone and I'll kill you."

Suddenly the weight and pressure that had been present over his body was gone and he was left alone. Kurt collapsed to floor, gasping for air and blinking away tears so he could see. He looked at his wrist, it was beginning to bruise from where Karofsky had gripped him. Kurt hauled himself off the ground and ran.

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"I don't really know how I got home. I mean, obviously I drove myself but..." Blaine had remained silent throughout Kurt's story. He couldn't believe what he was hearing but he also wanted to let Kurt tell it at his own pace.

"Kurt- I-" Blaine cut himself, if not for lack of words than for the look at Kurt's face.

"I just, there's just a little more. Can I just-just get this out before all the questions and yelling and stuff." Blaine nodded silently. "I remember walking through the door," Kurt continued, "My dad was in the kitchen, probably cleaning up from work. I went straight up to my room and got in bed. I wrapped myself so tightly in my blankets. There was so much crying. Later, when my dad checked on me, I panicked. He knocked on my door but I pretended to be a sleep. I felt to worthless and small. I just kept wishing I was anywhere else...anything else." Kurt had to stop talking, the tears had returned in full force. Blaine wished that he could reach out and hug him, pull him in close and wrap him up so tightly in his arms he would be put back together again. He couldn't even reach out and wipe the tears from Kurt's face, so instead, he set his hand right next to Kurt, close enough to touch if Kurt wanted to.

"I woke up the next morning like this," Kurt finally said once he'd gotten control of himself enough to speak.

"Shhhh, you don't have to say anything else," Blaine offered.

When exhaustion had taken over Kurt and he'd fallen asleep, Blaine got up to go clean up their food and turn off the movie. He wasn't surprised to find a black TV screen, the movie long over with. Blaine found the tipped over box next to the remote which he simply picked up, pressed stop, and turned the TV off. Closing the remaining boxes, he stacked them up and took them to the fridge. The clock on the stove read after midnight.

Blaine crawled into his bed, wary of where Kurt was, nestled into the pillow beside him. He set the three alarms on his phone before laying back and going to sleep. Blaine slept restlessly that nigh, despite how tired he'd been when he got home hours earlier.

Blaine jolted awake at the beeping coming from his phone. It felt like he had only just been really asleep. He took a deep breath, the sudden sound of the alarm making his heart race. He reached the arm closest to the phone over to turn the alarm off and was concerned when he couldn't move the other. Slowly Blaine began to recognize the feeling of another person wrapped around him, their weight heavy on his right side.

Looking down first, Blaine saw long, lean legs curled up against him followed by an arm thrown across his torso. Finally he turned his head. It took everything Blaine had not to jump up when he came face to face with Kurt. Except, instead of seeing his entire body, he saw eyelashes splayed out on pale cheeks and the bridge of Kurt's nose. Unsure of what to do, Blaine laid there for several minutes. His second alarm sounded and he froze when Kurt buried his face closer to him. Turning it off as quickly as he could, he turned back to Kurt. Blaine decided he was going to have to wake the boy up but wasn't sure how to do it.

He whispered out his name a few times, getting barely conscious responses, if any. He continued to say his name making his voice louder each time until he was speaking at normal volume. Blaine brought his hand up to brush against Kurt's arm that was laying across his stomach. He called out his name a little more forcefully and put pressure on Kurt's arm.

Kurt jumped back suddenly, gasping. He looked like he was ready to scream for help when he realized where he was. Kurt looked at Blaine with wide eyes to see a matching expression across from him. His eyes swept up over Blaine's face and then he was raising his arms, bringing his hands to his face and studying them. Blaine, who had sat up when Kurt had pulled away from him, was knocked back down when the boy grasped him tightly in hug. Blaine hugged him back, he could finally touch him, do what he could to comfort him.

"Blaine...wh-what happened?"

"I have no idea but this is great." Blaine smiled into Kurt's neck and held him tightly. They stayed wrapped up in each other for a while, celebrating that Kurt was, well, normal again. When Blaine's third alarm went off it startled both of them. Blaine groaned and grabbed his phone, swiping it open and turning off the alarm.

"What's the alarm for? Don't you have off today?" Kurt asked quietly not wanting to disturb the little world he created.

"Yea but I," Blaine started, "didn't I tell you I have a meeting with Burt, I mean your dad, today?" Kurt pulled away from the older man and Blaine was surprised at how much he missed the contact. Blaine immediately reached out to him, momentarily thrilled that he could even do that. "Hey, you can come with me! Now that you're back,"

"Can I really, Blaine? I've missing for nearly two months and not only that but until about 15 minutes ago I've been a FAIRY!" Panic was evident all over Kurt's face but hidden amongst it was hope and a little bit of sorrow. Blaine untangled his legs from under the covers, got off the bed and walked over to where Kurt was now standing, arms folded defensively across his torso. Blaine put his hands gently on Kurt's arms and rubbed soothing lines and circles into them with his fingers.

In that moment, looking steadily into crystal blue eyes, Blaine realized how much he wished he could press his lips to the younger boy's but he couldn't do that. The quick intake of breath that he heard from Kurt when he pulled him into himself to hug him. Blaine held him until, Kurt's arms loosened and wrapped around his waist. He settled for pressing his lips to Kurt's temple, hoping Kurt would take it as a show of comfort not an advance. "We''ll think of something," Blaine said into Kurt's ear, "but I'm taking you home today."