Kurt yawned stretching his arms out over his head as he walked to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror he frowned deeply. He had forgotten to do his moisturizing routine last night because he had fallen asleep talking to Blaine on the phone. The last time Kurt looked at the clock before falling asleep it had read 1:24 am, but Kurt's phone had told him that his and Blaine's conversation ended around 2:56 am.

Kurt wasn't mad that he had forgotten to do his moisturizing routine, but he was a little upset. Running his fingers over his porcelain face Kurt had felt his skin feel dry and slightly wrinkly. Missing last night meant he had to do his routine now and before he went to bed tonight. But he wasn't mad.

Talking to Blaine on the phone until the wee hours of the night had reminded him of the times they were in high school. When they would whisper and talk slow because of it being late and their parents didn't know. If they did they would had gotten into some seriously trouble. Yes, like the Taylor Swift song.

"Our song is the slamming screen doors, sneakin' out late, tapping on your window. When we're on the phone and you talk real slow, 'cause it's late and your mama don't know. Our song is the way you laugh. The first date 'man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have' and when I got home ... before I said amen Asking God if he could play it again..."

Kurt smiled into his reflection remembering the day that Blaine had claimed Our Song by Taylor Swift was their song.

It was a cold spring morning of senior year of high school. Kurt had snuck out with Blaine around 4 o'clock in the morning to go to the empty corn field to watch the sun rise. It was one of Kurt's things on his bucket list and Blaine had made a promise to himself that he would help Kurt cross out every single thing on the list. Kurt didn't know this though. So when Blaine had asked Kurt to watch the sun rise with him, there was no possible way that Kurt could say no.

Kurt was laying in Blaine arms; they were sprawled out the hood of Blaine's truck, a blanket below them, and one on top of them. The car radio was playing music just loud enough for them to hear it. They were to intrigued with each other that they forgot what there reason even was for sneaking out of their houses and laying in the middle of a cold empty field. Stolen kisses ever now and then, but most of the time they just stared at each other. Memorizing and giving loving looks.

All was peaceful and quiet until Our Song by Taylor Swift had came on the radio. Blaine shot up so fast Kurt thought he had fallen off the hood of the car.

"Kurt!" Blaine hadn't given any nicknames for Kurt yet, for their relationship was still a little fresh. Kurt stared in bewilderment. "This song!" Blaine shot his hand up in to the air. "This song!"

"What about this song? It's by Taylor Swift and it's a little too catchy for its own good. What about it?" Kurt asked puzzled. Kurt was never a fan for Taylor Swift. She didn't really respect other people's privacy when it came to singing about them in her songs. And he always thought he songs were kind of a little repetitively.

"This is our song!" Blaine yelled in excitement.

"Yeah," Kurt agreed. "Our Song by Taylor Swift. What about it?"

"No, Kurt, this is OUR song." Blaine said his eyes wide and filled with love.

"Uhh, yeah… Our Song," Kurt still wasn't getting what Blaine was trying to say. "I'm not understanding..." Blaine shook his head laughing.

"No, Kurt, Our Song by Taylor Swift is," Blaine moved his hand in between them "…our song." Kurt came to realization, his mouth forming an O.

"I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day, had gone all wrong and been trampled on and lost and thrown away." Blaine began singing along to the lyrics. "Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed. I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said..." Blaine paused and kissed the tip of Kurt's nose before leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. Kurt smiled at Blaine's cuteness.

Let's just say that Kurt had the song on repeat for the next two weeks after that cold morning with Blaine.

After Kurt finished doing his moisturizing routine he walked to the kitchen. When he walked in he noticed seven boxes of one hundred count Band-Aids and a sticky note attached to the middle box. Kurt glanced over to the refrigerator quickly counting twelve sticky notes, turning back to the twelve boxes he picked up the note and began to read.

Dear Kurt,

I've been hurt and broken before as you have noticed. Accidently finding out that day in the bathroom.

But you've been hurt before too.

And I want you to that no matter what happens I will always be there to fix you.

If you fall I will always try to catch you and if I miss I will help you back on to your feet.

If you cut your finger I'll always have a Band-Aid to cover your wound. You will never run out of them if am there.

I'll be your raincoat in a horrid storm.

I'll be the tree you lean against when you're tired of walking through the complex forest.

I'll be your rock and your significant other forever.

These Band-Aid are here to remind you that for as long as I'm around you won't be alone.

Blaine

Kurt read over the first line, remembering the day he found Blaine's scars.

It was half way through Kurt's second year of college.

"Blaine, hurry up. I need to use the bathroom. I have to get to my class. I have a final today and if I'm late they won't let me take it! I'll fail my class." Kurt yelled banging on the bathroom door.

"Just a moment, babe." Blaine said through the door followed by a crashing noise.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked panicked.

"Fine," Blaine groaned. Kurt nodded and looked at his watch. He didn't have time for this.

"Blaine, I'm sorry, but your dick has been in my mouth. I'm coming in whether you're naked or not. I need to get going." Before Blaine could yell for him to stop Kurt had opened the door. To find, Blaine standing in front of the mirror, pants on but no shirt, with a bottle of cover up in his left hand. Blaine eyes were turned up in panic and worry lines creased his forehead.

"What are – " Kurt began but found a long scar run down Blaine's side. "What is that?" Kurt walked over to Blaine reaching his hand out, his fingertips running alongside it. How did he never see these before? Kurt knew Blaine's body so well. Blaine stood frozen holding his breath. "Are there other?"

Blaine nodded one quick sharp nod. Kurt walked to look at Blaine's back, but found nothing on his there.

"Where, Blaine?" Blaine breathed through his nostrils. Moving his hand shakily he pointed to one on his right side of his waist line and one other that ran across his bottom left rib.

"Did the bullies do this to you?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded but didn't dare look at Kurt.

"Why did you hide these from me? I don't understand… You've seen all my scars." Kurt's voice was quiet.

"I wanted to be your hero and these scars didn't help with that image." Blaine whispered. "These show a cowardly person that ran away from everything." Blaine eyes finally met Kurt's. They were filled with tears.

"You don't have to hide from me Blaine." Kurt said kissing the scar that was on his rib cage. "Everyone has their scars, even super heroes." Kurt moved and placed his lips on the scar that laid on Blaine's waist line. "And I love you. All of you, past included. And you didn't run away from me, you stayed around." Kurt kissed down the scar that ran down his side, not missing any spot.

"Please don't, cover these up. They are a part of you. Covering up would be lying to yourself. Beside, cover up does nasty things to skin." Blaine chuckled at the last comment.

Kurt smiled at the boxes placed on the table. He opened one and too out twelve Band-Aids and then walked over to the refrigerator. Opening the Band-Aid he wrapped it around one corner of a red sticky note. And proceed to do the rest.

"Protection," Kurt whispered to the empty kitchen.