Kurt was standing at his locker and spun round when someone tapped his shoulder. He smiled when he saw Blaine but it quickly vanished when he saw a bruise forming on his jaw.

"Blaine! What happened?" Kurt gasped, reaching out to caress Blaine cheek but, remembering where he was, withdrew his hand instantly, glancing around.

"I got pushed into a locker," Blaine winced as he spoke. "I'm fine."

"Did you need some ice?" Kurt asked. Blaine held up the blue ice pack and waved it. "You should put it on."

Blaine smiled fondly at Kurt and placed the ice pack back on his cheek. "You're going to be late for art," Blaine told him, watching as Kurt pulled out his sketch book. "It's on the other side of the school."

"I know. I'm going now," Kurt promised, shutting his locker gently. He'd grown far too used to sound of them slamming as he was pushed into them.

"Meet you at lunch?" Blaine asked.

"Of course," Kurt smiled. "Keep that ice pack on."

Blaine mock-saluted and they headed off in separate directions. The art room was located on the lower level, near the back of the school. Kurt walked quickly, clutching his sketch book to his chest. The bell rang and everyone flooded into their class rooms, leaving the halls empty. Kurt reached the stairs and was about to take a step when a sharp shove to his back knocked him forwards. His stomach fell, his heart stopping as he stumbled and went flying down the stairs.

Pain ripped through his body and he felt a sharp pain in his wrist and a sickening crack. He rolled to stop, feeling horribly dazed and disoriented. He whimpered as he heard footsteps on the stairs and then there was a pressure on his back, pressing him into the dirty floor.

"You tell anyone about this," a male voice whispered in his ear, causing Kurt to shudder, "I will kill you."

The pressure was gone and he heard rapid footsteps running away. Kurt whimpered, curling up and rolling onto his side, cradling his wrist to his chest. He lay there for a while, shaking with fear and pain. Eventually, he realised that he couldn't stay here all day and hauled himself up, gritting his teeth as he stood. He swayed for a moment, gripping the wall with his spare hand and then slowly made his way along the hall to the nurse's office.

He was happy to find it deserted, save for nurse sitting behind her desk. She glanced up when Kurt staggered in and gasped. "What the hell happened?" She gasped, standing up and hurrying over to him.

If you tell anyone, I will kill you.

"I tripped down the stairs," Kurt lied, shaking violently.

"Come sit down," the nurse instructed, leading him over to the one of the cots. Kurt sat down shakily and winced as his arm was jostled. "What hurts?" The nurse demanded.

"My arm," Kurt murmured, staring down at the offending limb.

The nurse peered at it, taking in the swelling and bruising that was already starting to appear. "It looks broken. You're going to have to go to the hospital. I'll call your dad."

Kurt nodded and winced as his vision danced in front of him. He swallowed down the nausea that was taking hold of him and thought longingly of Blaine. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to distract himself.

"Your dad's on his way," the nurse told him, coming back in, the sudden noise causing Kurt to flinch.

"Thank you," Kurt said quietly and sat in silence.

Burt turned up fifteen minutes later, panting and looking severely pissed. "What the hell happened?" He demanded, storming into the room.

"I tripped down the stairs," Kurt muttered, refusing to meet his father's gaze. Burt's eyes narrowed. Kurt was a lousy liar and he wasn't particularly clumsy. There was no way that this was an accident.

"Let's get you checked out," Burt grunted. Kurt stood, his father taking hold of his good arm and leading him through the school.

"What about Blaine?" Kurt asked quietly.

"I rang Edward. He's picking Blaine up at lunch," Burt told Kurt as they walked.

They hurried to the car and slipped in. Both were silent as they drove, Burt glancing furtively over at Kurt every few minutes. They pulled up to the hospital and Burt led them into the accident and emergency department. They were forced to wait a long time, Kurt shifting uncomfortably. Pain was prickling through his body from his fall.

"Hummel," a nurse called and they stood, heading over to her.

Kurt was taken to get x-rays and then left to wait on a hospital bed. An hour later, a doctor came back with his scans.

"Sorry Mr. Hummel, but it looks like your arm is broken. You're going to be in a cast for 6 to 8 weeks," the doctor informed them, holding up the x-rays to the light. Burt inhaled sharply and Kurt winced. "We'll put it in a cast now," the doctor said, "It says here you took a tumble down the stairs. I'll take a look at the rest of your body."

Kurt sucked in a breath as the doctor lifted his shirt. There was a graze on his hip and several bruise littering his torso.

"We'll clean the graze too," the doctor told them. While he wrapped Kurt's arm in a cast, a nurse washed his graze. Kurt was silent throughout and Burt watched him worriedly. "All done," the doctor said, smiling encouragingly at Kurt.

Burt thanked him and after signing some pages, he led Kurt to the car and they headed home. "Something on your mind, Kurt?" Burt asked as he drove.

"Just sore, Dad," Kurt murmured, gazing intently out of the window.

Burt grunted but didn't push him to talk. He was stubborn and would close up if he thought he was being pressured. Burt rounded the corner of their street, seeing Edward's car parked on the curb and he looked up to see Edward and Blaine waiting on the front veranda. Burt pulled into the driveway and cutting off the engine. Blaine was already running towards the car and pulling Kurt's door opened, his face etched with worry.

"Kurt! Are you OK? Dad told me you fell down the stairs," Blaine rambled, eyes trailing over Kurt's body, searching for visible injuries. Kurt slid out and Blaine's eyes went wide as he saw that his boyfriend's arm was encased in a sling, a white cast poking out of the end. "You broke your arm!" Blaine cried, unnecessarily.

"M'ok," Kurt mumbled, stepping closer to Blaine and resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Come on, let's get inside," Burt said, ushering them up the garden path. Blaine took Kurt's good hand and led him into the house. Edward and Burt followed them inside, watching as Blaine led Kurt to the couch. "I'll get you something to eat," Burt told them and both he and Edward disappeared into the kitchen.

"Kurt. Did you really trip down the stairs?" Blaine asked once they were seated.

"I bumped into someone on the stairs and lost my footing," Kurt lied, eyes pleading Blaine to believe him. "It was an accident."

"Kurt," Blaine murmured, reaching out and taking his good hand. "You'll tell me if it wasn't – right?"

"Of course," Kurt replied, guilt turning in his stomach as he lied. "I'm sorry."

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt and pulled him close, kissing him gently. Kurt responded eagerly, making a noise of protest when his boyfriend pulled away. Blaine rubbed his thumb across his cheek bone and Kurt stared into his hazel eyes adoringly.

"I'm glad it's just your arm and not your neck," Blaine admitted, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend again. Kurt curled into him and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. "We can decorate your cast when it's dry," Blaine said, gently running his fingertips over the fingers that were sticking out of Kurt's cast.

"That will be fun," Kurt replied, voice small, eyes following Blaine's tanned fingers.

Blaine frowned, head whirling with worries about Kurt. He was quiet and seemed withdrawn. Sure, he had just fallen down a flight of stairs but Blaine was sure that there was something else on his mind. "Mum said I could take the day off with you tomorrow," Blaine said, smiling at the thought. "She's working from home so we can decorate it then."

"Hmmm," Kurt mumbled. Blaine looked down and saw Kurt's eyes drop closed. He kissed his temple and let his boyfriend sleep against him.

When Edward had picked him up at lunch, Blaine had immediately demanded to go to the hospital but his father had insisted that they wait at the Hummel's home. Blaine had been sick with worry and his thoughts had immediately gone to the worse. He had been unable to sit still as they waited for Kurt and his father to arrive, pacing up and down as they waited.

Blaine knew Kurt was hiding something from him and he was determined to get it out of him sooner rather than later.