Kurt and Blaine told Burt they would be downstairs and Burt grunted in agreement as he settled down to watch TV. Blaine helped Kurt downstairs and to the bed, Lucy padding after them. A bed had been set up for her in the corner of Kurt's room and she went and laid down on it.

Kurt stubbed his toe on the edge of the bed on the way and whimpered.

"Sorry," Blaine gasped and Kurt hissed in pain.

"It's fine," Kurt said through gritted teeth. "It's not the first time I've done it. Nor will it be the last."

Kurt sat on the bed and Blaine sat right next to him, their thighs touching. "Kurt?" Blaine asked hesitantly when they were settled.

"Hmmm?"

"How did they do it?" He asked.

"Do what?" Kurt echoed, confused.

"How did they blind you?" Kurt stiffened and his hands started to shake. Blaine took them in his and held them tightly. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's OK," Kurt assured him, taking a shaky breath. "You deserve to know."

"I don't want to push you," Blaine said, back peddling. "I shouldn't have asked."

"Acid," Kurt told him and this time it was Blaine who froze. "Or something similar."

"Acid?" Blaine repeated, hardly daring to believe it.

"I was working late in the library," Kurt said softly. "The school was practically empty. I was walking down the hall and I was hit from behind." Kurt's hands shook violently and he swallowed, trying to find words. Blaine was the first person he'd talked to about this. "They gave me a few punches to wind me and then they flipped me over. They held my eyes open and used a dropper to put acid into them."

"Oh god," Blaine breathed. His stomach was churning and he felt horribly nauseous.

"They got it from the science room," Kurt whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks. "They called me a fag and said that now I wouldn't be able to perv on anyone ever again."

He sniffed and felt Blaine cup his face and wipe away his tears with his thumbs.

"You are the bravest person I have ever met," Blaine told him, his voice full of sincerity. "You move me, Kurt."

Kurt gasped as he felt Blaine press their lips together. Kurt melted into the kiss, hand coming up to cup Blaine's cheek, trailing his fingers along his cheek bones.

His senses were overwhelmed with Blaine and he kissed back harder. He made a noise of protest when Blaine pulled away but he didn't go far. He leant his forehead against Kurt's, their breaths mingling together.

"I like you, Kurt, so much," he whispered.

Kurt traced Blaine's cheek bones with his fingers, the skin smooth under his hands. "In case you hadn't noticed," Kurt gave watery chuckle, "I like you, too." He leaned in closer and put their lips back together. Blaine hummed into the kiss and slowly deepened it, tongue tracing Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt gasped and Blaine used this advantage to slip his tongue against Kurt's.

Kurt pushed himself closer to Blaine; his other hand clutched the boy's arm tightly. This is how a first kiss was meant to be. Kurt pulled away gasping, licking his lips and Blaine followed the movement with wide eyes. Kurt hesitantly brought his hands to Blaine's face and swallowed thickly.

"May I?" He asked.

"Yeah," Blaine nodded and Kurt began trailing his hands over Blaine's face. He felt every dip and curve and his hands followed their path down his neck.

"I'm glad," Kurt whispered. "That I got to see you before…"

"I know," Blaine replied, knowing that Kurt couldn't get the words out. He cupped Kurt's face and stroked his cheek bone, Kurt leaning into the touch.

"Are we – are we together now?" Kurt asked, his voice full of uncertainty.

"I would like that," Blaine beamed. "If – if that's what you want."

"Yes," Kurt said eagerly and blushed. He felt the pressure of Blaine's lips on his again and he sighed happily. He pulled away abruptly and Blaine frowned.

"What is it, Kurt?"

Kurt's face was conflicted and he sighed. "Blaine, this isn't going to be easy, you know. I'm not like everyone else and I don't want to burden you and you could have anyone you wanted and I don't want you to be stuck with me and –"

Blaine cut him off with another kiss. Pulling back, he whispered, "I don't want anyone else, Kurt. I want you."

Kurt reconnected their lips, smiling into the kiss. After a few seconds, he broke away.

"What –"

"My dad's coming," Kurt explained and Blaine blushed. Kurt shifted away from him, but not too far.

"Kurt?" Burt called, coming to the room.

"Yes, Dad?" Kurt asked, wincing as his voice came out even higher than usual.

"Your new boyfriend sleeps on the couch," Burt smirked and both boys blushed.

"Yes, Dad," Kurt nodded.

"Night kid," Burt said and retreated upstairs.

"How?" Blaine asked in wonder.

"Don't ask," Kurt replied, shaking his head. He yawned, trying hard to stifle it.

"You're tired," Blaine commented. "We should get some sleep."

"I'm fine," Kurt protested but the following yawn said otherwise.

Blaine chuckled and gently pulled Kurt into a hug, kissing him again. "I'll see you in the morning," he promised.

"Night, Blaine," Kurt said with a bright smile.

"Night, Kurt." Blaine jogged up the stairs and found the couch made up for him to sleep on. He quickly changed into his pyjamas in the bathroom and settled down for the night, a huge smile on his face.

Blaine woke up to the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm and slipped off the couch. He padded to the kitchen and froze as he saw Lucy and Kurt in the middle of the room, surrounded by broken glass.

"Shit," Kurt hissed.

"Kurt?" Blaine called, voice still thick with sleep.

"Oh, Blaine. I woke you up, didn't I?" Kurt guessed, biting his lip.

"It's fine," Blaine assured him. "Here, let me help you." Blaine led Lucy around the broken glass and ushered her out of the kitchen. He turned to Kurt and took his hands. He walked him around the broken glass, careful not to step in any himself. "Brush and pan?" Blaine asked.

"Under the sink," Kurt sighed in defeat, sitting down on a chair at the table. Blaine kissed Kurt quickly on the cheek and hurried to sweep up all the glass. When it was clean, he got two new glasses and filled them up with apple juice.

"Here you go," Blaine said, putting in Kurt's hand.

"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt whispered and took a sip.

"Don't be sad," Blaine urged, setting his glass down. "I don't like you being sad."

"Sorry," Kurt murmured. "I can't even get a drink without help."

"You're still learning, Kurt," Blaine assured him. "Look how far you've come in such a short amount of time. You should be proud of yourself. I am."

Kurt sat his glass down and felt for Blaine's hands. "Thank you," Kurt said sincerely.

Blaine grinned and looked at his watch. "Now, it's only six thirty," he told Kurt.

"Sorry, I'll let you go back to sleep," Kurt replied, standing up but Blaine tugged him back before he could go any further.

"I'm not telling you to leave," Blaine murmured gently, pulling Kurt into his arms. "Unless you want to, of course."

"Not really," Kurt blushed and Blaine smiled.

"Good," he said and he gently started leading Kurt to the couch. He sat down and pulled Kurt down with him.

"Was the couch ok to sleep on?" Kurt asked, looking in Blaine's direction but not at him.

"It was comfy," Blaine smiled. "How did you sleep?"

Kurt shrugged in response and found himself spilling his heart out to Blaine, which seemed to happening more and more frequently. "It was hard listening to Rachel and Finn last night. I kept going over everything I'm going to miss now. I asked Mrs Hunter if there was a glee club at the school but she said there wasn't one," Kurt ranted, though his voice was filled with sorrow, not anger. "Hearing them talk about school and everything, I'm missing all of it. I'm not even in a class with other people anymore."

Blaine frowned and pulled Kurt into his arms, Kurt laying his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Do you like it there?"

Kurt swallowed thickly. "Not really. But where else have I got to go?"

Blaine didn't like that Kurt – his boyfriend – was miserable. He felt horribly guilty. "What can I do to help?" Blaine asked, desperate to aid Kurt in any way.

"You already are," Kurt said quietly, turning his head so it was tucked into Blaine's neck, his warm breath on Blaine's neck.

Blaine smiled and gently rubbed his hand up and down Kurt arm.

"They treated me differently," Kurt whispered and Blaine frowned. "If Rachel and Finn can't treat me normally, then how will the others?"

"You are normal Kurt," Blaine said firmly. "Nothing will ever change that."

"How do you always know what to say?" Kurt asked, a curious smile on his face.

"I'm not really good at being romantic," Blaine admitted bashfully. "I don't know what I'm doing. I've never been anyone's boyfriend before."

"Me neither," Kurt assured Blaine quickly. "But you are better than you think you are."

Blaine thought of the bear he had bought Kurt and how Kurt kept it on his bed. Clearly he was making progress. "Thank you."

Neither boy noticed Burt creepy quietly back upstairs. He had woken up when he heard glass smashing in the kitchen. He had come downstairs but paused when he heard Kurt and Blaine talking. It broke his heart when he heard Kurt speaking of all the things he was missing out on and how didn't like his new school but had to be there because there was nowhere else to go.

He had let too much pass in Kurt's life and he was damned if was going to let his son be miserable in that new school of his. It was his duty to look after Kurt and he was going to do his job properly.