Burt brushed past him and Blaine was right on his heels, running down stairs to Kurt. "Kurt?" Burt yelled and Kurt fell off the bed in shock. "Kurt?"

"Don't! Leave me alone," Kurt screamed, scrambling backwards and knocking into his bedside table.

"Easy, Kurt," Burt said, coming into the room.

"Go away! Leave me alone," Kurt sobbed brokenly and Blaine's heart broke, tears welling in his eyes.

"Kurt, it's me, your dad," Burt pleaded and Kurt continued to sob.

"Dad?" Kurt echoed.

"Yeah, and Blaine," Burt told him gently.

"Where – where am I?" Kurt cried.

"You're at home," Burt assured him, voice soft. "You're safe."

"Not – not at McKinley?" Kurt asked.

"You're home, Kurt," Blaine said, using a gentle tone.

Kurt sobbed again and brought his knees up to his chest, burying his head into them. They approached cautiously and Burt gently laid a hand on Kurt's back. Kurt flinched violently and Burt pulled away with a pain expression.

"Let's get you up," Burt said sadly and ignored Kurt's flinch, pulling him up. Blaine helped him and they got Kurt to the bed. Kurt curled up and buried his head into his pillow, fingers curling around the bear Blaine had given him. Blaine sat down carefully next to him.

"I'll be back," Burt murmured and hurried back upstairs.

"Baby?" Blaine asked, lying down next to Kurt so that they were facing each other.

Kurt hiccupped and gripped the bear more tightly. "Home, I'm at home," Kurt mumbled. "Not Karofsky, Blaine."

"Baby?" Blaine frowned. "Karofsky? What does this have to do with Karofsky?" Kurt flinched at the name and let out a choked sob. "Did you dream about him – wait. Kurt, was it Karofsky who did this to you?"

Kurt cried harder, choking on his sobs and Blaine had his answer.

"Come here Kurt," Blaine said softly, scooting closer and pulling Kurt into his chest. Kurt shuddered but then relaxed into Blaine's embrace, crying into his t-shirt. Blaine whispered soothing words in his ears, holding him tightly. Blaine had gone pale and he tried to stop himself shaking.

"I'm sorry," Kurt sobbed painfully. "I'm so sorry."

"Shh, don't be, it's OK," Blaine soothed. He heard Burt's heavy footsteps and looked up to see him entering, holding a drink of water.

"I'm sorry," Kurt sobbed. "I couldn't – I couldn't – he said he'd kill me."

"Who did?" Burt demanded, setting the cup down forcefully, water slipping over the edge of the cup.

Kurt whimpered, burying his head into Blaine's chest, trembling.

"Karofsky," Blaine answered for Kurt over his sobs. "It was Karofsky who did this to Kurt."

Burt froze, eyes wide and he trembled with anger.

"Dad, I'm sorry," Kurt wailed.

"It's OK Kurt," Burt said heavily. "You were scared."

Blaine held Kurt tightly, stroking his hair. "It's OK," he whispered.

"I have to make a call," Burt announced and left the room again.

"He's mad," Kurt hiccupped. "I'm sorry. I couldn't –"

"You were scared," Blaine overrode him. "We know now, Kurt. You're safe, I promise. We won't let anything hurt you, I promise. You're safe."

Blaine just held Kurt in his arms as he trembled, rubbing his back and stroking his hair. He wiped Kurt's tears away but they continued to fall.

It was hours before Kurt calmed down, just laying limply in his boyfriends arms, emotionally exhausted. "Are you mad at me?" He asked.

"Of course not," Blaine insisted. "I wish you had told me or your dad sooner so we could have helped. You've been holding onto this for so long."

"I couldn't," Kurt whispered. "I'm so scared."

"You're safe now, Kurt," Blaine told him. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Kurt nodded against Blaine, snuggling even closer.

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It was early in the morning when Burt came back down to Kurt's room, both boys still awake, though Kurt had stopped crying.
"I've called the police," Burt told them. "They're picking up Karofsky now. They want to hear your side of the attack down at the station and they'll take it from there."

"Dad?" Kurt said quietly. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't tell you and I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault kid," Burt assured him. "You were terrified and threatened. I don't blame you."

"When do we leave?" Blaine asked, his jaw set. Burt could see that there was no point in trying to talk Blaine out of coming and Kurt needed all the support he could get at this point.

"As soon as possible," Burt said. Blaine helped Kurt up and quickly picked an outfit for him, keeping it simple. He directed Kurt to the bathroom and he changed as quickly as he could. Blaine changed himself before hurrying back to his boyfriend. Burt was handing Kurt a wet cloth to wipe his face with when Blaine came back.

"You ready?" Burt asked Blaine and he nodded. He took Kurt's hand and passed him his cane. Kurt took a shaky breath and squeezed Blaine's hand. They hurried out the car and Kurt slid into the back seat with Blaine.

They were silent as they drove to the police station, Blaine watching Kurt worriedly.

When they got there, an officer was waiting for them and immediately took Kurt with him, turning into an empty questioning room. Burt and Blaine were right on their heels, sitting on either side of Kurt, both looking protective. Blaine slipped his hand into Kurt's, to reassure him that he was there and he wasn't alone. Kurt squeezed back tightly.

"We have already spoken to Karofsky and we need to hear your side of the story," the officer – Harrison Trent, according to his badge – said.

"I- I," Kurt stuttered and Blaine squeezed his hand.

"It's OK, just breathe. You can do this," Blaine coached and Kurt took in a deep shuddering breath.

"I was coming out of the library," Kurt told Harrison, clutching Blaine's hand tightly, "and walking down the hall when I was grabbed by my arm." Kurt took another deep breath, unable to suppress the shiver that ran through his body. "I was punched in the stomach and then pushed down. I was hit across the jaw and Karofsky straddled me, pinning me down."

Burt growled and Blaine's jaw clenched tightly.

"Are you sure it was Karofsky? You could see him?" Harrison asked. Kurt could hear a pen scratching across a page frantically as the man hurried to write down everything he was saying.

"Yes. I am positive it was him," Kurt nodded, his voice shaky but insistent.

"Then what?" Harrison prompted.

"He said that he would make sure that I could never perv on him again. That it was all my fault and he had to stop me," Kurt shivered.

"Stop you from what? Were you attracted to Mr Karofsky?" Harrison asked.

"NO!" Kurt yelled, disgust written across his face. "No. He was attracted to me! He's been bullying me for years; pushing me into lockers, into dumpsters, throwing slushies in my face and throwing pee balloons at me," Kurt was ranting now, growing steadily angrier. "I confronted him, sick of him pushing me around and he kissed me! He kissed me."

"He did what?" Burt roared and Kurt flinched, Blaine immediately wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Mr Hummel," Harrison warned. "Please calm down."

Burt growled but fell quiet.

"Did you tell anyone about the incident?" Harrison continued.

"Blaine," he answered.

"I'm Blaine Anderson," Blaine interjected by way of explanation.

Harrison turned to him. "He contacted you."

"Yes. I went to Kurt's school and confronted Karofsky. He pushed me into a fence but didn't want to cause a scene in front of everyone and so he left."

"Why didn't you tell the police?" Harrison asked.

"He threatened to kill me if I told anyone," Kurt whispered painfully. "Having already blinded me, I was sure he wouldn't hesitate to carry out his threat."

"Is there anything else you would like to add?" Harrison inquired.

Kurt was silent and everyone stared at him. "Nothing at the moment," he finally answered.

"Alright. We have no more questions for you," Harrison said, capping his pen and sliding it back into his pocket.

"What happens now?" Burt demanded.

"We have to process this," Harrison told them, "before we can take any further action."

Burt nodded along with Blaine and Kurt. "Thank you," Burt grunted and Harrison nodded. Blaine helped his boyfriend up and they exited the room. Harrison and Burt shook hands before departing in separate directions.

Blaine led Kurt out, Kurt gripping his cane tightly in his hand, tapping it out in front of him. The three of them slipped into the car, Burt driving them home in silence. When they got home, Burt made his way to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. Blaine led Kurt to the couch and sat down, pulling Kurt into his lap.

"I am so proud of you, Kurt," Blaine said sincerely and Kurt's breath hitched.

"Why?' He asked, face contorted with confusion.

"Why? Kurt, you have so much courage. What you did back there was amazing and it was proof of how courageous you are," Blaine cried. "He threatened you and still you powered through your fear and talked. I wish I was half as brave as you are."

"You are," Kurt implored, hands coming to cup Blaine's face, fingers tracing over his boyfriend's features. "You are brave. You make me brave. I can't do this without you."

"You can," Blaine shook his head. "You are."

Kurt leant in and kissed Blaine. He missed his mouth but Blaine cupped Kurt's face and guided him to his lips. Burt listened from the kitchen and smiled for the first time that night. Kurt was lucky he found Blaine and for that Burt would be forever thankful.