He didn't remember coming up to his room last night and he frowned. He sat up and blushed at the sight that awaited him. Blaine was sprawled across the floor on one of the blow up mattresses. Kurt took a moment to trail his eyes over Blaine's body, noticing the way his t-shirt had risen up during the night, showing off his tanned skin. Kurt couldn't help but wonder if Blaine was warm and he blushed again. Sure, he was allowed to stare now but he still couldn't get over how lucky he was that he could.

Kurt got up slowly and crept to the bathroom so he didn't wake Blaine. He shut the door behind him and sighed. He caught his reflection in the mirror and winced – he was so glad Blaine wasn't awake to see his bed hair. With one hand, he fixed it as best he could.

When he was finished in the bathroom, he crept back into his bed and snuggled down into the covers. His arm was still throbbing but he had been given some painkillers by the doctors that he would take for it later.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered and Kurt jumped, whipping around to face his boyfriend, who was sitting up on his air mattress, rubbing his eyes.

"Blaine! You scared me," Kurt whined and Blaine scrambled onto the bed, slipping under the covers next to Kurt.

"Sorry," Blaine said, looking sheepish. "Is this OK?" Kurt nodded and blushed violently as he felt Blaine tangled their legs together. He was right – Blaine was warm. "How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, smiling at him.

"My arm's throbbing but otherwise, I'm OK," Kurt answered.

"Is it bad?" Blaine asked, lightly running his fingers over Kurt's cast-encased arm.

"Not too bad," Kurt lied and Blaine nodded.

Blaine glanced at the clock, the glaring red numbers informing him that it was 8am. "We should get up and have breakfast. Mum's going to be picking us up soon."

Kurt remembered that he must have fallen asleep on Blaine last night and he blushed. "OK. Sorry about last night," Kurt said shyly.

Blaine grinned and nudged him playfully, being mindful not to cause him any more pain. "Don't worry about it. Come on," Blaine beamed, throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed.

Kurt followed at a slower pace and disappeared into the bathroom to change. It took him a while to get his pants up and a shirt over his head but eventually, he was fully dressed.

Blaine was waiting for him, already dressed and grinning when Kurt emerged. "Let's go," Blaine held out his hand and led the way downstairs. Burt was already eating his breakfast and grunted at them in greeting through a mouthful of cereal.

"Morning, Dad," Kurt said, sliding into a seat with help from Blaine.

"How you feeling?" Burt asked, eyes trailing over him critically.

"I'm fine, Dad," Kurt sighed. "My arm's just sore."

Burt nodded and didn't comment further on the subject. Perhaps Annie could get something out of Kurt today – or Blaine.

Blaine slid into the chair next to Kurt, placing a plate of toast in front of him. Kurt beamed at his boyfriend and took a large bite. At eight thirty, Burt was ready to leave as Annie pulled up, ready to take the boys back to the Anderson's home. Burt ushered them out, locking the door behind them.

"Come to dinner tonight, Burt," Annie smiled, kissing his cheek in parting. "We're having take out."

"I would never say no to that," Burt grinned. "I'll be there."

"Bye Dad," Kurt waved with his good hand as he slid into the car.

"What are you boys doing today?" Annie asked as she pulled out onto the street and headed back the way she had come.

"We're going to decorate Kurt's cast," Blaine answered as Kurt sat in silence.

"Sounds fun," Annie replied, trying to catch Kurt's eye in the rear-view mirror but it was to no avail. "I have to work from home today."

"We'll keep out of your way," Kurt assured her. Annie pulled into their driveway and they jumped out, heading inside.

"Come on, let's go get some markers," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand and leading him upstairs to his room. Blaine switched on the music as he entered and Kurt lay on his stomach on the bed. He watched as Blaine rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a variety of colourful markers. He slid on the bed beside Kurt and grinned. "What would you like on your cast?" He asked, looking thoughtful.

They spent the next few hours singing and decorating Kurt's cast. Blaine had written his name in calligraphy style alongside the lyrics to all of Kurt's favourite songs. It was Kurt's left arm that was broken so he was able to draw on the cast as well. He drew a picture of a bird sitting on a tree branch, music notes floating out of its beak.

"Beautiful," Blaine breathed, staring at the work with awe and Kurt blushed at the praise. "You've been quite. Is something bothering you?" Kurt looked up and found Blaine's hazel eyes boring into his. Kurt felt his resolve crumbling – the urge to tell Blaine everything that had happened was overwhelming. "Kurt?" Blaine was sitting up now, looking worriedly at his boyfriend.

"I – Blaine, please," Kurt pleaded, looking away. "Don't make me."

"Kurt, what are you talking about? Is this about yesterday?" Blaine asked, face etched with worry.

"Yes," Kurt whispered, refusing to look at Blaine.

"Kurt, what happened?" Blaine asked, gut filling with dread. "You didn't trip did you?"

"No," Kurt replied pitifully, shaking his head and tears welled up in his eyes.

Blaine put his finger under Kurt's chin and titled his head up to look at him. "Who tripped you?" He demanded and Kurt took a deep breath.

"Matthew," he whispered. He'd have known that voice anywhere and the flash of letterman jacket that he'd seen made it evitable.

"The jock who spilled paint on your work," Blaine clarified and Kurt nodded. "Kurt, why didn't you tell me?"

Kurt took in Blaine's hurt expression and hiccupped, tears rolling down his cheeks. "He said he'd kill me if I said anything," Kurt murmured, voice hoarse.

Blaine face fell and he visibly paled. "He did what?" Blaine yelped, his voice coming out strangled.

Kurt felt himself break and started to sob, burying his face in the comforter. Blaine pulled Kurt up and drew him into a hug, rubbing his back and letting Kurt cry against his shoulder. "I'm sorry," Kurt whispered.

"Shh," Blaine soothed, though on the inside he was terrified for Kurt and for what this meant. "You're safe."

"I should've have t-told you," Kurt sobbed, gripping Blaine tighter.

"It's OK," Blaine assured him, holding Kurt protectively against his chest.

"What's going on?" Annie said and Blaine whipped around to see his mother standing in the doorway. "I heard crying. Kurt? What happened?"

"It's about yesterday," Blaine said quietly, swallowing thickly.

"What happened yesterday?" Annie asked, kneeling down beside the bed.

"It was Matthew who pushed Kurt down the stairs," Blaine said in a shaking voice, "and he threatened to kill him if he said anything."

Annie eyes widened with shock and her mouth fell open. Kurt sobbed and Blaine rubbed his back, kissing the top of his head.

"That's it," Annie said, standing up. "You're both getting out of that school and into a private one. I'll ring Dalton Academy today."

"But –" Kurt protested, but Annie cut him off.

"No buts," Annie said firmly but then her voice turned softer. "Come here." Blaine reluctantly pulled away and let Annie wrap Kurt in a hug. "Nothing is more important than yours and Blaine's safety and you aren't safe at that school. This accident is the final straw."

Kurt nodded and let himself be hugged. Annie's hugs reminded him of his mothers and he wished now more than ever that she was alive. He pulled himself together and tried desperately to stop crying, wiping his tears away.

Annie pulled away, kissing his temple. "I'll ring the school now," she said, leaving the room.

"I'm sorry, Blaine," Kurt whispered.

"Kurt, this isn't your fault," Blaine said, pulling his boyfriend back into his arms. "I just – why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Kurt picked up the hurt in his voice and gently cupped Blaine's face with his good hand. "I was scared," he admitted. "What if he hurt you, too?"

"You can tell me anything," Blaine promised. "You're my best friend and boyfriend."

"I know," Kurt murmured. "I'm sorry."

"I won't let anyone hurt you, Kurt," Blaine vowed.

Kurt smiled and leant in, capturing Blaine's lips with his own. Blaine cupped Kurt's face and kissed him deeply. He was so relieved that Kurt had told him and more so that he was safe and on the mend. Annie would get them out of there and to a school where they would be safer. He'd everything within his power to keep Kurt safe.