Kurt stepped into the main room and turned to see a wall of windows leading to a veranda. "Do you like it?" Blaine walked over nudged Kurt's hand wanting to take it, but not wanting to ruin Kurt's temporary break from reality. "I knew you would." Blaine looked at Kurt trying to gauge how he was doing. Thankfully, Kurt took Blaine's hand in his and everything seemed to take a step in the right direction. "What do you want to do Kurt?"

"Can we go out there?" Kurt nodded toward the veranda.

"Sure. The door is over here." Blaine led him around the corner through a room with seats and a coffee table. "better?"

"As long as I'm with you everything is better." Kurt still looks sad. "Blaine, look. The Notre Dame Cathedral. It's beautiful. And the river here. It looks like….. Oh!" Kurt realized something in that moment. Blaine had taken him there the night before. He could see where they were walking when things went terribly awry only to be perfect a few hours later. "Blaine." A half smile and tears rolling down his face as he realized that the place Blaine took him to give the promise ring was a special place to him.

Blaine walked up behind Kurt and slowly and carefully pressed his body to Kurt's back. Blaine took it very slowly in case Kurt was not prepared for this. Kurt leaned his head back and turned facing Blaine's neck kissing his jaw and neck. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

"It is." Kurt turned around in Blaine's embrace still looking so sad. Blaine wanted to see Kurt smile tonight. He didn't want to sleep without feeling like Kurt still hated himself.

"Babe? What do you need? Do you need me to do something? I'll do anything to make you feel better."

"Blaine, can I take a shower. I just feel like..like I'm not good enough for you. I need to be clean for you. I don't want you smelling him on me. I don't want to smell him on me." Kurt was trembling. This was the big first step at trying to put all of this behind him. Blaine quietly led him into the master bedroom and into the enormous bathroom. Kurt didn't react to the enormous shower, probably because he was so focused on the need to be clean. Blaine turned on the shower for Kurt. Blaine still held his hand. He felt like he needed to keep his hands on Kurt to remind him that he wasn't repulsive to Blaine. He pulled a towel out of the closet and hung it on the rack near the shower door.

"Do you want me to leave you here? I could always sit and talk to you while you shower." Blaine continued to leave it open for Kurt to make the decisions. "Can you throw the clothes into the wash? Or find something to put them in until they can be washed."

"Of Course."

He carried the clothes out of the bathroom and called the security desk. "Anna, can I get some things cleaned? I need them tomorrow afternoon." Just then, the elevator door opened and Michel was there with Kurt's things. Blaine held his hand up in pause. "Thank you. I will send them down with Michel." Blaine reached for the bag and put it on the floor. "Michel, can you also bring this down. Anna is going to have them laundered."

"Certainly, sir." Michel paused. "Blaine. Uh- Mr. Anderson. Is this something you can handle? I can see how much Mr. Hummel means to you. You have to be blind, deaf and mute to not see that you two are in love. I don't mean to pry, but from the conversation, it sounds like whatever happened was pretty bad. You both might need some professional help." Michel was very sincere. It was funny that 'Blaine' slipped out because in his younger years, Michel would have always addressed him as Blaine and now it was Mr. Anderson. It felt like a coming of age.

Blaine reached into his wallet for tip money. He handed it to Michel. "If it gets too much, I promise to call for help. Good enough?"

"Yes. Good enough." He turned and re-entered the elevator with Kurt's clothes in tow.

Blaine returned to the bathroom not really seeing where Kurt was. Steam was pouring out above the glass doors. Suddenly he saw him. Kurt was in the corner of the shower on the floor with his knees curled up to his chest. "Oh Baby. Please let me help you." Blaine didn't want to take his clothes off and jump in without Kurt asking him to take his clothes off, so he walked into the shower with no hesitation fully clothed. The water was scalding. "Baby. Please don't…you'll hurt yourself." Blaine turned the heat down. He was drenched, but it didn't matter. He would do anything if it helped ease Kurt's pain.

"Blaine. You'll ruin your clothes."

"Do you really think anything matters more to me than you right now?" He tried to smile. "I will help you clean if you want. And Kurt. Don't say yes for me. I will wait as long as you want. I want you to be comfortable with it. I won't do anything unless you want me to."

"Do you not want to touch me?" Kurt was worried that Blaine was not being completely honest about not being repulsed by him.

"Don't think like that. It is taking all my strength to not touch you the way I want to. I would touch you in a second if you asked me to. I love you, Kurt. I only want to help. Tell me what I can do to help you, my love." Kurt paused to think of what might help. He wanted to be strong and take the steps to get back to where they were 24 hours ago. "I want to replace the memory of his hands on me with your hands." Kurt looked hopeful but a little scared. "Could you … um… take your clothes off and come back in."

"If you are sure that this is what you want, I will do it."

"It's w-what I need." Kurt sounded firm in his decision and he was unwavering. Blaine was still unsure that this was the right thing, but then it was what Kurt said next that confirmed that he really wanted this. "I need your help to make this right. Do you remember that one night at your house? You told me about that awful day in your past. We showered together. We cleaned each other. I know this isn't exactly the same, b-but I think if you could help me clean, I might be able to replace his horrible touch with your beautiful hands." Kurt let out a huge sigh. "Please?"

Blaine stepped out of the shower and with much difficulty, peeled his soaking clothes off leaving them on the floor. Blaine was cold. He entered the shower naked this time with Kurt's eyes on him. No change in the sadness, but not scared either. Blaine took the 2 steps toward Kurt. Kurt closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders sighing into Blaine's ear. They stood with bodies pressed under the stream of water, together for a few minutes. Blaine reached for the soap and loofah and began to soap Kurt's back and arms. He could feel Kurt crying into his shoulder. Kurt's body shuddered against Blaine with each sob. "Kurt. I am going to wash him away from your memories. Please let me."

Blaine took Kurt's arms away from his neck and turned them around so that Kurt's back was to the shower head. He didn't want to put Kurt into the corner. It was still stuck in Blaine's memory, the panic when he and Finn entered the bathroom and found him pushed into a corner totally defenseless. "I will never let anyone hurt you again. You are mine baby, mine to love and cherish for the rest of our lives." Blaine was crying because it pained him to see Kurt so distressed. Blaine kept on making sure to cover every bit of Kurt's body with soap and gently cleaned his skin and hair. When it came to his face, Blaine knew that the soap would not be acceptable. He took Kurt's face in his hands and kissed every part he could possibly get his lips on.

Kurt opened his eyes to look at his love. "Blaine. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Blaine caressed Kurt's face. "I love touching you. You skin is beautiful and soft. I am the only one to love you and your body like this." Kurt nodded, his breathing shallow. Blaine turned off the water and took hold of Kurt's hands and led him out of the shower taking the towel that was hanging and drying every part of Kurt's body off. When he was done, he walked to the closet for a towel and began to dry himself off. He felt Kurt take hold of the towel and begin to dry him off. Blaine stops him. "Oh. Kurt, this isn't about me, this is about you, baby. You don't need to do anything for me."

"The way I see it, is we are both struggling with this whole thing. I know that I was the one attacked, but I know you are harboring a lot of guilt over this. I want to take care of you too. I want to be stronger and I want to show you that I can be an equal in this relationship." Blaine could not argue with Kurt on this because he admitted that he was feeling a lot of guilt, so he let Kurt dry him off. When they were done, the walked hand in hand into the Master Bedroom where Blaine pulled out Kurt's boxers, tee and pajama pants from his bag.

"Here. I hope Finn got the right things for you." Kurt smiled. Blaine thought it was the first genuine smile since the attack. "Go sit out in the Great Room and I will be right there." Blaine walked into another bedroom and Kurt could hear drawers opening and shutting. When Blaine entered the great room, Kurt wasn't there. Sudden panic set in as Blaine looked around. Kurt was on the veranda looking at the Notre Dame Cathedral and the river. Blaine went to the kitchen and grabbed water bottles for both of them. "Hey beautiful."

Blaine pulled two chairs close to the railing. So they could sit close. "Blaine. I want to tell you everything so that it's done and out there. I want to throw it away and never talk of it again."

Blaine turned his chair facing Kurt's. Kurt understood what was happening and turned his chair to face Blaine. Their knees were touching. Blaine took Kurt's hands into his and waited for Kurt to start. Kurt took a deep breath and began, "I remember being confident as I turned away from you. I was so happy because we were having such a nice dinner. You amaze me with how people are just taken by you. I know why because it's probably what initially drew me to you. You are so confident and can talk about just about anything. Everyone was loving your conversation. I didn't want to take you away from it." Kurt was smiling in the memory and Blaine was caressing his hands in his, rubbing circles on the tops of his hands.

"I really wasn't worried about this. I was confident that you handled him well earlier and I had nothing to worry about. I walked without concern knowing that I could probably be there and back before the next conversation. As I walked into the restroom, I heard him behind me. I turned hoping that it wasn't him and someone else, but there he was. Paul said, 'So you thought your boyfriend would be enough to make me go away? Too bad he is busy right now.' I didn't want to be there, Blaine. All I could think about is you. Paul had this look in his eyes and I tried to pretend that it was nothing."

"My response was as cool as I could make it. I tried to tell him that he was probably very attractive to other people, but right now, I have someone and I am in love. I asked him to respect me." Kurt's voice was shaky remembering what happened to him, but he was still holding the tears back.

"He was really persistent. He said that I was playing hard to get. 'playing hard to get just gets me going more.' I told him that I was not playing hard to get and that I was truly not interested."

"Blaine. I think that's when I felt scared, truly scared." Tears started to slowly run down Kurt's cheeks. "I knew there was no reasoning with him, because he just kept boxing me into the corner." Blaine brushed away the tears with his thumbs and held on to Kurt's face slowly caressing his face with the rest of his fingers.

"Kurt, do you want to take a break?"

"No. I want to remember it now, so that I can put it out of my memory." Kurt remained broken, but firm. "He actually said, 'live a little Kurt. I would love to see the fire in those beautiful eyes of yours.' He liked the fear in my eyes. He equated it to fire for him."

"I asked him to let me by and tried at that time to push past him. I thought if I could get by him, I could be running out the door back to you. Back to where I knew I was safe and loved, truly loved, not some crazy idea of me." Kurt took a sobbing breath before continuing on.

"He grabbed my wrist so tight and I tried to hit him with my other hand. I really tried, Blaine." Kurt tried to hold in his sobs but it effectively made it impossible to breath and caused him to start coughing.

Blaine kneeled down in front of Kurt wrapping himself around Kurt's midsection and his face in Kurt's lap. He rubbed circles into Kurt's lower back and started to cry himself. "Shh..Shh. I know you tried Baby. I know. I know."

Kurt calmed enough to continue. His hands now tangled into Blaine's hair running through the beautiful curls that he often touched with love. "I even tried to reason with him that if he let me go, I wouldn't tell anyone. He said it would be like giving up on something that he almost had. I could hear your voice in the background singing and it really set in that you wouldn't be able to save me. I almost gave up knowing I couldn't fight him. H-he was so big, Blaine. I just kept thinking that it was over. "

"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry." Blaine's sadness took over him as he realized that the only hope Kurt had was now busy in the background singing. The one person that he believed in and trusted was effectively not available.

"That's when he took my wrists in one hand and pinned me up against the wall." Kurt was sobbing so loudly now, letting all of the memory take control of him. "I tried so hard to kick him, but he spread my legs apart and stood between them taking away any ability that I had. I begged him to stop. It was over. I knew it. I knew it when he started to kiss me and then when he brought his hand down to rub me." Kurt broke down completely crying out with anguish of the memory. "I didn't want him to do that. Please believe me. My head was screaming that you were the only one allowed to touch me and kiss me like that." Kurt was bent over crying into the back of Blaine's head in his lap.

Blaine was there covered in Kurt's tears and feeling Kurt's breath on him and he never felt so useless. His heart was ripped out of his chest at hearing the entire story. He did let Kurt down. The one thing he always said he would do, protect him. He didn't do it. He was busy. Blaine cried as loudly for Kurt as for himself for being a failure. They stayed this way for a while, just letting all the emotion leave them. "Kurt. I will never, never, ever let you down again. I swear to you. I will never let you down."

Kurt tilted Blaine's face up to see him. "You didn't let me down. Those moments when he thought he won, I thought he won too. He had his hands on me, he was kissing me and I thought he won. But, I knew even if he took my body against my will, he could never take more than that. My heart will always be filled with you. Then there you were." The tears seemed never to cease. Kurt continued to cry, but more out of relief now. "You pushed him off of me, you punched him and he fell to the ground." Kurt took a deep breath. "It was finally over and you took me in your arms. I finally felt relief and hope and love. I was away from him."

"I was too late though, Kurt. He kissed you, he touched you, he hurt you." Blaine had not yet reached the point of relief from the guilt.

"Can you still love me? Do you still want to touch me? Do you still want to kiss me after knowing his mouth was on me?" Kurt looked scared to hear the answer.

"I could never stop loving you, I want to touch you now. I want to replace every place he has been with my kisses and my touches. I want you to feel my love." Blaine brushed the tears from his eyes. He had a glimmer of hope in his eyes now. Blaine started to feel like he could make it better. "Stay here. I need to do something really quickly." Blaine ran to the room and looked for his wallet and things that were in his pocket. He was looking for his iPod and found it. He went into the Great Room and plugged his iPod in and selected a song. Kurt was still on the veranda, but started to hear music playing. He recognized the song immediately. A smile came across his face.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

Kurt stood up to look for Blaine. This was so Blaine to do everything with music. It really was one of the things that they both understood. They both had the unique ability to express feelings through music so well.

When the evening shadows and stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

Blaine finally appeared taking both of Kurt's hand in his and wrapping them around his neck. He moved his hands around Kurt's waist and pulled Kurt close. He whispered in Kurt's ear. "I love you." Blaine backed away just enough to take Kurt's left hand in his right and entwined them together and placed them close to Kurt's heart as he began to dance with Kurt. They just listened to the song not needing to ruin the closeness of the moment with further talk.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I would never do you wrong

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

At hearing the words, Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's neck just breathing him in. He would never need anything more or want anything more than this person with him right now. Blaine placed kisses all around Kurt's neck. He remembered that Paul had been there and attempted to erase the memory of Paul and replace it with himself.

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

There's times I'm raging on a rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

And winds of change and blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

There's nothing that I would not do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

To make you feel my love

There is nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

The song ended and Kurt still held Blaine tight. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Blaine."

"Do you feel it Kurt? Do you feel my love?"

Kurt sighed and whispered the one word that Blaine wanted and needed to hear. "Yes"

Blaine wanted to kiss Kurt so badly, but he needed Kurt to take the steps. He knew Kurt so well and knew after tonight he would need to sit back and wait. Blaine didn't care because he knew he had his whole life with Kurt.

Blaine separated them and took Kurt by the hand and led him over the railing on the veranda. He turned Kurt facing out to look over the skyline of Paris. Blaine pressed himself flush against Kurt's back still clutching his left hand. Their hands laid still against Kurt's heart while they enjoyed the view in silence. Blaine could just enjoy holding Kurt. They could see everything, but more importantly, they were overlooking the Notre Dame Cathedral and the Seine where they walked the night before.

Kurt leaned his head back against Blaine's shoulder enjoying the closeness and peacefulness of the moment. He finally broke the silence. "Blaine, this is a special place, isn't it? I mean, down there. You took me there yesterday. It's special to you, why?"

Blaine leaned his chin on Kurt's shoulder. "Yeah. It is special. I used to come here every summer with my parents. My mom would sit out here with me and we would look out over the city and she would tell me the story of how my dad proposed to her right there." Blaine pointed directly to the spot where they sat the previous night. "Mom would tell me the story of how in love they were and how she knew that he was the right man for her. I would sit and dream about a time when I might be able to do that. When I was younger and didn't realize that I was gay, I would think about taking a woman down there one day. Then, one summer, after I learned that I was gay, I sat out here and looked down at that place and it was different. I couldn't imagine that fairytale that my mom had told me about so many times before. I thought that I would just never have anyone." Blaine was talking ever so softly but Kurt listened to the story intently wanting to hear the end. "Then I met this boy and suddenly, the meaning and the dream came back to me. After meeting him, every time I thought of this place, I imagined taking him there and it felt right. You feel right, Kurt."

Kurt turned around to face Blaine. He needed to know if that dream still existed after all they had been through tonight. "Do you think that he still fits into that dream? Could you still love him as much as he loves you? After tonight, could you still see him as perfect?"

"I love him more after tonight. Tonight made it even clearer why I love him so much. I love him because of all the things that he is. I love him because there can be bad times, but I know that he will be there for me just like I am there for him. I love him more intensely after tonight because I know that perfect is not real, but he is real and the love he has for me is real. I think I love him more than he can even comprehend and I would spend the rest of my life with him because I love everything that makes him himself. I want to be able to show him how much I love him every day until I die." Blaine never took his eyes from Kurt's.

"Blaine. There is one thing I need you to do." Kurt's took a deep breath. Blaine knew this would be something big. Kurt took a long pause before his asked. "Will you touch me. I want to erase the memory of him rubbing me there. He had no right to take what is yours." Kurt was trembling, a little from fear and a little from anticipation. It had been a long evening, it had been an intense evening, it had been an evening of revelation, and now it would be an evening of forgetting. Forgetting the bad things.

"Of course I will." Blaine took Kurt's hand and gently led him inside and into the Master Bedroom.