Blaine woke up properly sometime later. He stayed semi-conscious through the hospital, able to answer questions about who he was and who Kurt was. He didn't go into details, and finally he was allowed to slip into proper sleep.

When he was awake however, he hurt more than he did when he was awake. He blinked a couple of times, getting used to the white of the room, before glancing around. Flowers were on the table to his left – brilliant yellow roses, and Blaine sucked in a painful breath.

He sat up with a small groan and immediately caught sight of Kurt. He was still asleep, but he vaguely remembered that he was fine. Well, fine as in, not in a coma.

"Kurt?" he mumbled, his voice thick.

The boy didn't stir, and Blaine let out a groan. His whole body was throbbing – he could feel bandages over his ribs and his hips were screaming in agony.

The next thing he knew, a nurse was at his side, easily, fiddling with tubes and bandages.

"Time for more pain meds?" she asked, smiling down at him.

Blaine tried to answer, but all that came out was another groan.

"I'll take that as a yes." she said softly. "Luckily, nothing's broken, you've just got some really bad internal bruising. I wouldn't recommend trying to move for a little while yet."

The pain was finally receding, and Blaine managed to nod at her.

"Thanks." he managed. "Kurt?" he asked.

The nurse's face turned serious.

"We're still not quite sure. We managed to get it to stop bleeding, but we won't know anything until he wakes up." She paused. "You press the call button when he wakes up, okay?"

Blaine nodded, struggling to sit up.

"Don't move too much honey. The police will be coming around as soon as Mr. Hummel is awake."

Blaine sighed and leant back against the pillows, wiggling carefully, trying to get comfortable.

"If you need anything, just press that button as well, okay?"

Blaine just nodded, closing his eyes and praying that Kurt would be okay. That's all he could concentrate on at this point in time.

^.^

The next time Blaine woke up, it was because of the shrieking.

"Mr. Hummel, please calm down…" there was a nurse in front of Kurt's bed, and Kurt was a mess of flailing and tears.

Blaine immediately got out of bed, the pain in his ribs making him pause. His vision blurred and he gasped out with pain, but he fought it back. He had to get to Kurt.

"Honey, what's going on?" the nurse asked.

"I…where am I?"

"You're in the hospital…you're okay though love. Nothing too serious. Now why were you making such a fuss?"

Kurt's eyes closed and he swallowed hard. "I…I was having a nightmare…my…my husband…" he closed in eyes, shaking his head. "Why am I-"

"Kurt!" Blaine cried, finally able to stand up straight, limping over to his bed.

The nurse stepped aside as Kurt's eyes fell on Blaine, familiarity flickering behind the panic.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, his eyes wide.

"Hey…hey, what's wrong?"

"What…what are you doing here?"

Blaine frowned. "What…?"

"You…you were in New York…"

Blaine didn't understand.

"I…I was leaving tomorrow…?"

Kurt's nose wrinkled in confusion. "Blaine…you've been in New York for…for seven years now…"

Blaine blood ran cold. "Kurt…what…what was the last thing you remember?"

Kurt's eyes closed, thinking hard. "I…I don't know…I was…making dinner for David…?"

Blaine closed his eyes, and he glanced at the nurse helplessly.

"Honey, what's the date?" the nurse prompted Kurt, and the boy had to think.

"September?"

Blaine winced. That was two months ago – just before he had arrived back in Lima.

"Are you sure?" the nurse asked gently, concern in her eyes.

Kurt nodded confidently. "Dave had a big day at the office today…"

The nurse sighed. "Alright. We're going to have to give him an MRI to see what happened when he hit his head. Try and talk to him about the date, and what's been happening, okay?"

Blaine nodded worriedly as the nurse left, and Kurt stared at him confusedly. "What's happening? Why do I need an MRI? Has someone called David?"

"Kurt…" Blaine wasn't sure where to start. "…I…it's not September anymore."

"Anymore?"

Blaine nodded. "It's…it's November now. You…you were in a bit of an accident."

Kurt's nose wrinkled in confusion. "I don't…understand. What kind of accident?"

Blaine took a deep breath, eyeing Kurt nervously. Kurt was fidgeting restlessly, refusing to meet Blaine's gaze.

"Blaine? What happened? Why are you here with me? Where's David?" Kurt was getting more and more panicked, his words ending in a half sob. "If it's November, why can't I remember anything?"

"Kurt, shh, it's okay." Blaine soothed hurriedly.

"It's not okay! How would you feel if you woke up missing two months of your life?" Kurt was openly crying now, and Blaine sat hesitantly next to him on the bed.

Kurt leant into him with a sob, his eyes closed as Blaine wrapped an arm gently around his shoulders.

It was a long time before Kurt spoke again.

"Blaine? Will you tell me the truth?" he asked in a whisper,

"Always." Blaine replied, holding Kurt tighter for a second.

"Why did I have a nightmare about ... about David….raping me?"

Suddenly it clicked.

Blaine understood the bruises on Kurt's hips – over his thighs and on his back. When he had first seen them, he was suspicious – he knew that David beat him, but those were pretty weird shaped bruises to have in those particular places.

But…

David was raping him.

Blaine suddenly felt a lot better about everything.

Blaine swallowed hard, wondering how to phrase it, when a doctor walked in.

"Kurt Hummel? Blaine Anderson?" he noticed their position together on the bed. "Are you two…?"

"No." Blaine mumbled. "He's married. I'm just a friend."

The doctor nodded. "And where is the…"

"Husband." Blaine clarified, and winced, before answering. "He's in jail."

Kurt's eyes widened and he almost jerked away from Blaine in shock. "What?"

"You both need to make a statement, correct?" the doctor asked, ignoring Kurt.

Blaine nodded. "They…they want Kurt to undergo an MRI before he does though."

"What's going on?" Kurt whispered, tears flooding to his eyes.

Blaine tightened his grip around Kurt, stroking the small of his back soothingly. "The police are waiting in the hall. You can talk to them while we take Kurt to the MRI machine…"

Blaine nodded, pulling away from Kurt, but he reached out and clung to Blaine tightly.

"Blaine, please…tell me what's going on!"

"Mr. Hummel, I apologise, but you can't talk to each other yet. These statements have to be your own, that haven't been tampered with from outsiders opinions."

Kurt bit his lip, nodding slightly, a worried glint clear in his eyes.

"You'll be okay now Kurt…" Blaine said softly. "I'll look after you. I promise."