If Kurt could tell you one good thing about last week it would be the one thing he didnt experience that he has dreaded since sophomore year. Karofskys wrath. In fact, he hadnt felt it for the past two weeks.

Dave Karofsky was Kurts school bully. Because everyone had a soul mate most - almost all - the people in the world didnt think too much about a male and male or female and female partnership. It was just a way of life. There were a few, though, that thought otherwise. These people thought only guys and girls should be soul mates. Sure it was only two percent of the worlds population but there were people who believed in that. Kurt was sure Dave was in the two percent.

Kurt hardly addressed Blaine as a "he". He always addressed him as a they. It was supposed to be kept anonymous for others until you found your soul mate. But people knew very well that Kurts soul mate was a man. Including his friends in Glee. They, of course addressed Blaine as a they, just to be safe.

Kurt hated Karofsky. Everything about Dave made Kurt shiver in fear and his blood to boil. Dave was always shoving Kurt into lockers and calling him crude names. Nobody ever noticed or bother to help. Everyone was scared of Dave as it is, they didnt want to get mixed in with things.

Kurt hardly even noticed that Karofsky did not shove him once last week. He was too busy moping. That did change though. Dave had to make up for a two weeks hiatus and Kurt found himself being pushed into a locker. A sharp pain ran down his back at the sudden impact of colliding with a lock. Kurt slid down as his back rested against the locker.

Kurt felt dizzy and confused for a moment.

"Queer!" He heard Dave call once Kurt recouped himself. The violence had returned.

Kurt watched as Karofsky turned a corner. He brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them as he rested his head on them and began to cry.

"Kurt" Blaine mouthed to himself as he sat in History that Monday morning. It wasnt something he felt in two weeks but was very familiar with. This time, he just needed to readjust to it.

As it usually began, his spine began hurting, like something jabbed him in the back. Blaine let out a muffle cry - almost like a whimper - at the sudden feeling.

He looked around to make sure nobody was paying mind to him.

Blaine raised his hand for the teacher, "Misses Fisher, may I please see the nurse?" He asked once the teacher acknowledged him.

Misses Fisher searched a drawer in her desk and pulled out a hall pass. She waved it in the air for Blaine. Blaine packed up his stuff, grabbed the pass, and scurried out of the room.

He, instead of going to the nurse went back to his dorm. Blaine laid on his bed, curled up into a tiny ball and wept.

He wrapped his right hand around his ring finger and squeezed it reassuringly. Blaine hoped that Kurt could somehow feel more than just a tickle but rather complete comfort sweep over his body.

"Wh-who keeps doing this to you!?" Blaine asked the scar, hoping Kurt could hear and answer back. Of course, Blaine knew it was hopeless but he wanted to know his soul mate was without harm.

That was easier said than done sometimes.

Blaine didnt usually react like this. He did the first few times but after he realized it was his soul mate he learned to cope with it. They had to fight it together. Whatever it was.

Still, Blaine wasnt sure whether the sudden outburst was from the lack of it the past two weeks or something more. Was it because he knew where his soul mate was at yet he couldnt do anything to help?

Whatever it was it was traumatizing Blaine like the first time it hit him.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and let the tears trickle down his face. He couldnt tell you how long he laid there for but he knew it was a while when he felt hands clasps on his side and began shaking him.

"Blaine?" He heard Wes worried voice call. It was him that was shaking Blaine, "Blaine? Are you okay buddy?"

Blaine didnt want to answer. He bit his lower lip and turned his face to bury it deep in his pillow. The nightmare was over but the emotions about his soul mate still remained. He didnt want Kurt to experience the first hand pain. None of the reasons why had to do with second-hand pain Blaine was feeling though. Blaine would take a bullet to the heart if that meant to keep Kurt feeling okay. Hed risk anything. Kurt was too precious and Blaine imagined him being the single most beautiful rose in a garden of weeds.

"Nothings fine!" Blaine yelled. His voice was muffled by the pillow though.

"Blaine. You have to tell me. As your worried friend I want to know, are you all right?"

Blaine moved his head to breathe and give a clear response back to Wes.

Without saying anything but the pang look in Blaines face told Wes everything.

"You dont have to go down to the Warblers meeting today. Ill let you off. Just get some sleep and-and pray that they are all right."

Wes patted Blaines shoulder gingerly before leaving Blaine alone. Blaine soon closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Everything felt different now.

Kurt knew Blaine was hurting mentally. He couldnt tell you how many times he felt like crying after that locker slam earlier this Monday morning. It wasnt his own emotions either. He generally didnt think anything of that locker slam after it happened. He got used to it. Blaine, however, who knew how Blaine felt?

By the time he got home things felt a little better. Blaine slowly let the pang subside and Kurt could feel it.

This feeling reminded Kurt of something he felt not so long ago. Three years ago to be exact.

- 3 years ago -

It was a surprisingly warm November night on their freshmen year. The perfect night for a Sadie Hawkins dance. Yesterday Blaine asked his friend, Josiah to go with him to the little dance. Josiah was the only other out gay kid at Blaines old school, Westerville South High School and one of the few without their soul mate. It was the perfect match for a Sadie Hawkins dance.

After some fun dancing to the music, laughing, and having the time of their lives the pair decided to head home. They were walking out to the parking lot, ignoring the gang of boys loitering beside the main entrance as they drank out of glass bottles of some alcohol beverage when one of them called out an intolerable word.

"Fags!"

Blaine didnt let it get to him and continued walking. He knew the boys went to their school. They were older boys who were Blaines main taunters, and right now they were drunk.

Josiah, on the other hand, took major offense to the name calling. He turned on his heals and ran towards the group, "Hey!" He shouted as he continued towards them, "Fuck you!"

Blaine went after him, "Dont bother with them. Lets just go!" He called after Josiah but Josiah didnt stop.

The gang was interested and began towards Josiah. They circled him as they laughed cynically at the boy.

Blaine backed away in fear, his heart was pounding, and his breath was hitched. The maniacal laughs echoed through his head as he tried to contemplate his situation.

He heard the sounds of glass shatter and Josiah scream out in pain. Blaine focused on the situation. He saw a figure lay still on the pavement as the boys kicked at it.

"Josiah" Blaine breathed out.

"Whatdya say, homo!?" Blaine heard one of the guys ask.

"Get the other one!" He heard another yell.

Before he could react, Blaine felt two set of hands clasp on his shoulders and shove him down to the ground.

He felt a sharp kick to his face as he laid motionless on the ground. Then another one and another one. A bottle was smashed over his head.

Blaine remained silent as the words they said rang through his mind, "Gay!" "Fag!" "Homo!" "Queer!"

On and on they went thinking of any offensive word they could come up with to insult Blaines sexuality. This is who he was after all. A homosexual.

Everyone knew his soul mate was a male. Blaine always addressed Kurt as a "he". Not a "they". Not a "she". A "he". And because of that the boys picked on him. Nobody really did anything though. There were just some people who didnt agree to same-sex couples.

So Blaine remained on the ground as the slurs kept coming. He couldnt fight back. He was weak.

Blaine began panting as oxygen began to feel scarce. He didnt know what was happening to Josiah but he knew it was just as harsh. The blows to the head from toes of the guys feet and the knuckles of the fists they were punching him with.

Blaine felt the blood draining from his body as the warm, sticky liquid dripped from the top of his head. Blaine thought he was going to die. He was so sure he would.

He turned his head, hoping he could breathe more as the fists and the words kept coming

"Fucking queers!" "Youre kind is so fucked up!" "Youre not human!" "Not even your soul mate will love you!"

"Not even your soul mate will love you!"

"Not even your soul mate will love you!"

"Not even your soul mate will love you!"

"Not even your soul mate will love you!"

Kurt

Blaine wanted to die right now. Just put himself out of his misery and die already but he couldnt. He fought to stay alive for the one person he cared about right now. Kurt.

Blaine forced himself to breathe even if his lungs were suffocating and couldnt do it. He had to keep air running and his heart pumping. For Kurt.

For Kurt

Blaine crept his right hand over to his ring finger and wrapped it securely around the scar.

"Im not leaving you." Blaine whispered weakly as everything went black.

Kurt was focusing on his studies that November evening. Everything seemed to be going good for him. At least, it felt like it.

He was reading his Geometry textbook as he laid on his stomach on his bed when he felt a massive, sharp pain in his forehead. Hoping it was just a headache, Kurt took a couple of aspirin he had sitting on his nightstand and turned back to the textbook.

The feeling pressed on though. It felt like it was getting sharper and sharper. Like someone, no, many people, were punching and kicking him.

Kurt grasped his head that was throbbing from the pain and screamed into his comforter but the pain never subsided.

His breath began to hitch and it felt like his lungs were struggling to catch the oxygen he needed to breathe.

He began to feel something wet and sticky drip down his face. Blood. Kurt wiped the area and checked his hand.

Nothing.

He wasnt bleeding. Kurt gasped as he realized what was happening.

"No!" He cried as he felt the lump form in his throat.

Kurt desperately tried to swallow it. Swallow the lump that acted as his thoughts. It wouldnt leave, "This cant be happening!" Kurt continued as he gave up and let the tears fall from his eyes.

Kurt brought his left hand up to his face to look at the name scarred up the back of his ring finger. It still remained, "Please tell me youre alright!" He begged the scar, "Please! I love you! Dont! Die! On! Me!" He felt so heartbroken and panged.

And thats all Kurt could remember from that night.

Blaines eyes opened to glance at a blinding, bright, white light.

"Im dead." Blaine breathed out, "Im dead. Im dead. Im dead. Im dead. Im dead. Lord God, take me now. If you insist that Im ready then let me enter your world where I shall prosper without fear, sadness, or pain."

The pain in his head snapped him back though. Blaine adjusted his eyes and he could see that he was laying in a hospital room.

Blaine touched his forehead to find it bandaged in some gauze to stop the bleeding.

The night was still clear as day for Blaine. At least, what he remembered of it - before he blacked out.

Blaine looked up at the white light above him as he willingly let the memory of last night flash through his head.

The room was silent. So silent he could hear the light buzz. The only comfort Blaine felt he had at the moment.

Blaine tried to lift his left hand to assure himself of the name on his finger but the IV hurt too much to move. So he continued to watch the light. Although, it probably was a bad idea for his head.

His parents came in a little later. His mother was holding a vase with a bouquet of assorted pansies in it. His father had a balloon with "Get Well Soon" written on it.

Blaine looked at them and put a smile on his face.

Margaret placed the pansies on his table and sat at the end of his bed. She comfortingly placed a hand on his leg and stroked it, "Hey, sweetie." She murmured soothingly, "How are you?"

Blaine readjusted himself in his bed, "Ive been better." He replied.

"The doctor said you have a minor concussion and they had to give you a few stitches but you should be alright." Margaret went on.

"Its a good thing youre alive, son. When we got the call we were afraid you werent going to make it." Harold said and Blaine could tell from the way he looked he was choked. His father was holding back tears.

"When did they say I could leave?" Blaine asked.

"Wednesday. If all goes well. They want to make sure you can do your basic functions, walk eat, etcetera." Margaret answered.

"Do you happen to know the state of Josiah?" Blaine worried for his friend.

Harold shook his head.

"No, we dont. Sorry honey. We did see his parents. They dont really know either but they say hes in the ICU." Margaret replied.

Blaine sighed. What is he supposed to do if he never knew how his friend was. Whether hell live or not.

"Were transferring you to Dalton." Harold said suddenly.

"Wh-what?" Blaine asked as if his ears deceived him.

"Were already in the process of the move. Hopefully when you get out youll be all ready to go."

"But - why?" Blaine whined, "I wont be able to see you guys as much. Its a boarding school after all."

"It has a zero tolerance to bullying. Youll be safer there. After last night we dont want you to go to that public school."

The way Harold spat out "public school" made Blaine wince and made the word sound suggestive and horrible.

"Im okay, dad. Really!" Blaine tried.

"No chance! If a place can be that cruel to my son then I dont want him there." Harold growled between gritted teeth.

"Its just a couple boys-"

"Who hurt you. Who hurt my baby boy." Margaret cut Blaine off. Her voice was choked and panged and Blaine could tell she was ready to cry.

Blaine groaned in defeat. He was going to Dalton either way. There was no use fighting about it to his parents. And maybe Dalton might not be such a bad place after all?

Once his parents had left Blaine went back to his not-so-comforting thoughts about last night. His mind kept replaying Josiahs hurt screams and the fact that he did nothing to help his friend.

Blaine closed his eyes and sighed. He should have stepped in and at least tried to stand up the drunken boys who were bullying Josiah but he didnt and now Blaine regretted it.

From that day on Blaine agreed to himself that he would help anyone. That he wouldnt stand by and watch but be there for them. Pain was not an option. Especially when it came to Kurt.

"Not even your soul mate will love you!"

"Not even your soul mate will love you!"

"Not even your soul mate will love you!"

"Not even your soul mate will love you!"

Maybe it was true? Maybe Kurt wont love Blaine but that doesnt mean Blaine shouldnt try to support him?

He drifted off into a restless sleep; the thoughts continued to spiral through his mind.

- End -

Kurt shook off the memory. It was silly to think of something that happened three years ago. But still, the feeling felt vaguely familiar. He remembered waking up to a blur memory of the previous night and feeling nothing but sorrow and pang for Blaine. All he wanted to do was help him. To make sure he was all right. To hold him in his arms and soothe him. But he hadnt met Blaine yet, no matter how badly he wanted to.

He decided to take a nap. Sleep should take his mind off things.

Tuesday was no better than Monday. Kurt was bullied and Blaine could feel it.

Blaine was again sitting in Misses Fishers class when again the back pain came. This time, Blaine forced himself to cope with it.

If Kurt has to, then I will too! He reminded himself.

Then, around lunchtime he felt the slushy drip down his face. Blaine grasped his forehead. Even if it wasnt his pain it still felt cold.

Nick looked curiously at the boy.

"Is everything all right, Blaine?" He asked as he watched Blaine rub at his temples.

"Yeah - argh! - Im-Im fine!"

"Whats wrong with them!? This is the second time this week! In two days!" Wes exclaimed, exasperated.

"Hes bullied. I know it." Blaine hissed.

"Wh-whats going on?" Trent asked.

Wes placed a comforting hand on top of Blaines, "Soul mate issues, Trent. Blaines soul mate is getting bullied and he cant stop it from happening."

"But why would they be bullied? Theyre Blaines soul mate after all. The talent spilling out of their bones would have to be infinite." Asked Trent

"Doesnt matter who or what they can do. Anybody can get bullied. Its a way of life." Wes stated.

"The bad part is that I dont even know - in the slightest - what is going on. Its just this really cold blow to the head with this thick, sticky, lumpy substance. What is that!?"

Kurt knew the football players rituals were back as he sat in the ladies room while Tina, Mercedes, and Brittany helped clean the slushie off of his face and clothes. Looks like he just lost one of his favorite Calvin Klein sweaters.

"Dont let them get to you, boo." Mercedes said as she dabbed some wet paper towel around Kurts eyebrow.

"Im not. Im stronger than them." Said Kurt.

"I really dont know why those Neanderthals have to be so cruel?" Said Tina.

"I once had a dream about a Neanderthal. I liked his captains hat and even got a chance to wear it." Brittany said.

Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt looked at each other in disbelief.

"Brittany, thats an admiral." Mercedes corrected.

Brittany shrugged, "Whats the difference?" She said as she went back to rubbing the slush off Kurts cheek.

"I just cant wait until I get out of this hicktown." Kurt spat, "No more slushie facials. No more nicknames like ladyface and doughboy. And Im definitely excited to say adios to Karofsky." It even panged Kurt to say his name.

"Awe... stay optimistic, baby. Itll all work out." Mercedes encouraged.

"Of course." Kurt smiled.