"Kurt." Blaine breathed. "You came."

"No shit, Sherlock."

Kurt's tone was sarcastic but his eyes had a glow to them and a small smile was trying to break free. It was obvious he was happy. Blaine knew he was just trying to hide again under the snarky remarks and asshole demeanor. Trying to show emotion was still difficult for him, especially after years of pretending to be numb and Blaine knew that. So he just laughed, shaking his head lightly and grabbed Kurt's arm.

"Come on, our table's over here."

He led them to where the rest of their friends where. Quinn had already filled them in, for when they arrived at the table, everyone was looking at them with knowing smiles. Well, everyone except Brittany, who looked rather confused. Blaine was about to sit down when another song started playing and Kurt grabbed his hand.

"Kurt? What – "

"We're dancing," he stated simply as he dragged Blaine to the center of the dance floor.

Blaine could see the confused faces of his fellow classmates as the lyrics of the new song filled the room.

You can dance-every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand neath the pale moon light
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me

Kurt faced him and grabbed his waist with one hand and took his hand with the other.

"Let's give them a show they'll never forget."

Blaine was gaping at him, trying his hardest to suppress the smile that was pulling at his lips. Kurt winked at him as he led the way, making them sway gracefully around the dance floor. No one else was dancing for everyone was either too shocked or too disgusted to make a move. Quinn, Puck, Brittany and Santana were watching the little show too, but were one of the few – if not the only ones – that stared at the scene displaying in front of them with smiles on their faces.

Quinn noticed the looks on the kids around her and decided to take matters into her own hands, to help ease the tension and stop the jocks from throwing nasty glances at her best friend. She turned to face Puck and circled her arms on his shoulders. Puck got the message instantly and they began to dance too. Santana grabbed Brittany and they started dancing goofily. Although there were still some curious and disturbed beholders, people seemed to relax upon seeing the two Cheerios dancing together just like Blaine and Kurt were. Slowly, other couples began following their lead, but the center of the stage still belonged to the two boys who were so caught up in each other's presence, they failed to notice the effect and consequences their actions had brought on.

Blaine was all laughs and smiles as he let himself be led by Kurt. He had to admit the older boy was an excellent dancer. The way they were swaying to the rhythm of the music made him feel like they were floating on clouds. All he could see or feel was Kurt. He was drowning in his presence and he felt like it was only the two of them in the room. Kurt's eyes were fixed on his face too and when Blaine laughed, he'd smile back at him, his eyes glowing with glee and what looked like – dare Blaine think it – love.

Suddenly, Kurt pulled Blaine closer, tightening his hold on Blaine's waist as he pulled him up and whirled him around in a small, fast spin. Blaine threw his head back and laughed lightly, pleasantly surprised at Kurt's strength. Kurt smiled broadly at him and before he put him down, he leaned in and kissed the younger boy deeply.

In the back of his head, Blaine thought he heard some surprised gasps but he didn't care. He kissed Kurt back earnestly as the song came to an end.

So don't forget who's taking you home
Or in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, Save the last dance for me

Oh baby won't you save the last dance for me
Oh baby won't you promise that you'll save,
The last dance for me
Save the last dance, the very last dance for me.

They rested their foreheads together, breathing heavily. Blaine had his eyes closed and when he opened them he was greeted with Kurt's blue-green eyes staring back at him with a sly smile on his face. Blaine returned the smile and sighed before closing his eyes once again.

"I think they definitely won't forget this," he offered softly and he heard Kurt chuckle.

They pulled apart and made their way back to their table, successfully ignoring the looks they received along the way.

"Okay, I may still not like you but that was awesome," Santana told Kurt when she and Brittany also returned to the table.

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around Blaine and pulling him closer. Blaine smiled and turned to look at Kurt.

"Thank you for doing this," Blaine rested his forehead on the side of Kurt's face, "you know, coming here."

"Yeah, well… be thankful I didn't have anything better to do."

Blaine's lips pulled into a small smile. Both of them knew Kurt was lying and had actually showed up because he wanted to be there with Blaine, even when the place held horrible memories for him.

"Right," Blaine breathed as he let his head rest on Kurt's shoulder.

The rest of the evening went by rather nicely. Their table was filled with conversation and laughter. Quinn and Puck got up to dance to almost every song and it was glaringly obvious that they weren't "just friends" anymore. Blaine smiled as he saw his best friend dance goofily with her date.

"You know, I've never seen Puck like that," Kurt commented.

Blaine turned to face him. "How?"

"Like that – all smiley and romantic. He really cares for her."

"He loves her," Blaine corrected as he pushed Kurt's shoulder lightly. The older boy just rolled his eyes and Blaine smiled.

He eyed the dance floor and noticed Brittany and Santana had also gotten up to dance while they were talking quietly. The girls kept spinning around and laughing. Blaine had to remember to ambush Santana about this when they got together during their winter break.

He and Kurt also danced some more with their friends but they were mostly at their table, talking. Blaine failed to notice the jocks talking quietly to one another, their eyes never leaving the two boys sitting alone at their table. They were the same jocks Blaine had been in amiable terms with, since they thought he and Quinn were dating, the ones that had even gone as far as inviting Blaine to join the football team. Their looks weren't so friendly anymore after they witnessed their little show in the dance floor and were now watching the way Kurt had his arm around Blaine and kept stealing kisses from him when they thought no one was watching.

It was almost 1 o'clock in the morning when Kurt said he was tired and wanted to leave. He told Blaine he could stay if he wanted to but the boy had refused the offer, wanting to go home as well. After all, he had just agreed to attend the dance because of Quinn. They stood up and said their goodbyes. As they walked towards the entrance, Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand. Their fingers laced and they stepped out of the gym.

They didn't notice the jocks leaving their table one by one and following them.

As they walked through the halls that led to the school entrance, Kurt pulled Blaine's hand that was attached to his to bring him closer to him. Blaine smiled as they wrapped their arms around each other. Kurt stared at Blaine's eyes for a moment before leaning in and kissing him lightly.

Blaine giggled and grabbed Kurt's hand again, stepping outside the school building and into the cold December night. He turned to see Kurt who grabbed his coat and pulled him close once more.

"Had fun?" he asked against Blaine's lips.

"Definitely," Blaine breathed, closing his eyes.

"Well, brace yourself for even more fun when we get home."

Blaine's heart fluttered when he heard Kurt say home. Their home. His face broke into a wide grin.

"Oh. What do you have in mind?" he responded with a flirty tone. Kurt kissed him and mumbled against his lips.

"Several things."

"Hmm…"

They pulled apart and Kurt eyed the parking lot.

"Wait here. I'll go get the car."

"We're in a school parking lot, Kurt. There's no need to wait for you here when I can just walk with you."

"Oh, fuck you. I parked it far away! I'm trying to be a gentleman here," Kurt supplied, trying to look offended but smiling nonetheless.

"Trying being the key word," he smirked at Kurt and sighed dramatically. "Fine, I'll wait here… alone… in the cold."

Kurt laughed and started walking through the parked cars. When Blaine couldn't spot him anymore he breathed heavily, wrapping his arms around himself to try to warm himself up. He heard footsteps behind him and he turned around to see a couple also leaving and making their way to their car. He smiled politely as they passed by.

He heard footsteps again and this time he didn't bother to turn and see who it was. But he should have because this time he was shoved hard, making him stumble and almost fall down.

"What the fuck – "

As he turned to see who his aggressor was, he was greeted with a punch directed at his left eye. He fell down and his face hit the cold cement hard. He could hear laughter above him.

"Fucking fag!"

"Who would have thought it, Anderson?"

The voices sounded familiar, so very familiar but Blaine still felt disoriented from the punch he'd received and the hit his head had gotten from falling down. Dizziness took over and he suddenly felt sick. He tried to lift himself up but one of his attackers stopped him by kicking him in the stomach. The rest soon joined him and Blaine was getting kicked in every part of his body. He screamed in pain as he felt something crack inside him.

Everything happened in the span of 2 minutes but to Blaine it felt like an eternity. He could taste the blood in his mouth and everything was turning black. In the back of his mind he kept wondering why Kurt took so long and begged for him to show up and make them stop, make the pain stop. As if on cue, a loud yell broke the sound of laughter and Blaine's groans of pain.

"HEY! What the fuck are you doing?"

Kurt's voice sounded furious and Blaine heard the car door slam shut. His attackers scrambled around, running away. Kurt wanted to run after them but Blaine's broken body on the cement stopped him. He knelt down and tried to pull Blaine up.

"No, no, no. Blaine! Come on! Talk to me, Blaine!"

Blaine groaned in response. His eye had started to swell and his lip was cut and bleeding deeply.

"Shit!"

He pulled his phone out and dialed 911. After they'd said the ambulance was on his way, he hung up and pulled Blaine into his arms. People had heard the screams and noise and where beginning to gather around him. Quinn and Puck were getting out when they saw the mob in front of the entrance and as they approached the scene, Quinn was able to distinguish a painfully familiar set of curls. She screamed and tried to make her way to the boy lying in Kurt's arms. Puck held her as she yelled frantically to let her go.

The sirens from the ambulance began to fill the air as they took a turn and parked in front of the entrance. The paramedics got out and reached them, immediately working on Blaine. Kurt got up and stared at them.

They asked a few questions, to which Kurt responded, his voice sounding distant even to him. They accommodated Blaine in the stretcher and made their way back to the ambulance. He followed them and was about to hop on when Quinn ran towards him, trying to ride with them too. The paramedics said only one was allowed to travel with the patient and Puck tugged her gently, saying they'd follow the ambulance in Kurt's car, since they didn't bring a car of their own. Kurt handed him the keys and settled next to Blaine.

On their way to the hospital, he pulled out his phone. He noticed his hands were shaking terribly and held them close to his chest as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady himself. This was not the time to break down. Once he had calmed a bit, he dialed his father's number, hoping Blaine's mom was already with them.

As soon as Burt picked up the phone, Kurt spilled everything, rushing and stumbling with his own words. Burt had to stop him several times and ask him to repeat the things he said in order to understand him. When he finished, Burt told him they'd be on their way and hung up the phone.

The ambulance got to the hospital rather quickly and soon enough, Blaine was rushed to the ER. The doctors asked Kurt for Blaine's information, medical background and what had happened. He tried to answer as best as he could and when they finished questioning him, they left him there, feeling completely powerless as he saw them take care of Blaine. He looked down at his clothes covered in Blaine's blood and shuddered.

Quinn and Puck arrived two minutes later. She looked around, her face wearing an almost crazy expression. Kurt walked towards them and told them Blaine was already being taken care of. She seemed to relax but she looked like a mess. Her mascara was all over her face from the tears that had fallen while they drove to the hospital. They sat down in the waiting room. Puck was uncharacteristically quiet, Quinn was crying silently and Kurt just felt broken.

Flashes from his own beating came rushing back, making him wince. Anger coiled in his chest and he wanted nothing more than to return to that parking lot and look for the fuckers who had done this. But he couldn't and he didn't. Because Blaine was there and he needed to know he was going to be okay. So he did the only thing he could at the moment: wait.

Fifteen minutes later, his parents and Kate came rushing in. She looked completely panicked and she attacked Kurt with questions. Again, Kurt tried to recall what had happened and as he did, he could see anger twist his father's features as both Carole's and Kate's eyes were filled with tears.

After some time of waiting, a doctor came into the waiting room. They all stood up upon seeing him.

"Mrs. Anderson?" the doctor called as he checked the file.

"Yes?" came the shaky response.

"You're Blaine's mom?" Kate nodded, "I'm Dr. Collins. Your son is okay, he took quite a beat but no major damage was made. He's got two broken ribs but fortunately they didn't puncture his lungs. He took quite a blow to the head, possibly from falling into the cement floor, but we stopped the bleeding. He needed some stitches. He woke up and is being responsive but I'd like to run a CT scan just to be sure there isn't any brain damage."

"Yes, a-anything you need to – just, yes."

The doctor nodded. "You may come in to see him, if you want. I'd like to keep him here for observation for a day or two."

"Okay."

Dr. Collins smiled reassuringly. "He's a tough guy, he'll be fine."

He led her to Blaine's room. When she disappeared with the doctor, Kurt stood up, his eyes bright with anger.

"I'm going to go back and find the little assholes that did this!"

Burt also stood up.

"Kurt, calm down."

"The fuck I will! I'm gonna fucking kill them!"

"Kurt…"

"They won't get away with this, I swear they won't. Not this time!"

Burt's heart broke at that last sentence. He knew his son was reliving his own experience. He came closer to him and wrapped his arms around him. Kurt struggled under his grasp, cursing and threatening to find Blaine's attackers.

"We'll find them, Kurt. They won't get away with this."

Kurt started to relax in his arms and he sighed deeply. They pulled apart and turned around to see the desk at the front door. A familiar voice was talking rapidly.

"Blaine Anderson… No, I'm not family – "

"Finn, Rachel," Burt called after them and relief washed over their faces as they spotted him.

"Burt," Finn hugged him. "Is he okay?"

"He will be."

Finn nodded and Rachel looked past Burt's shoulder.

"Is – how's Kurt?" she inquired quietly.

"He's… upset." Burt offered as his face turned around and eyed his son.

He was pacing and biting his nails. Looking at him like that, Burt could see the ghost of his little boy. The boy he'd lost – or thought he did – to an accident rather similar to this one.

He could only hope that they didn't lose Blaine like that, too.

Kate came out of Blaine's room after a while. They all gathered around her when she entered the waiting room. She looked at everyone's questioning looks.

"He's okay. He was still awake but the meds are probably going to make him drift off soon. But, Kurt," she turned to face him, "he was asking for you."

Kurt lifted his head a little in acknowledgement. He nodded slowly and cleared his throat.

"I'm just gonna –" He pointed to the hall that led to Blaine's room and started walking towards it.

"I need to call Santana," Quinn suddenly said. "I talked to her on the way here but she didn't bring a car either and she hadn't notice what went down until we were on our way and I just – she was worried sick."

She placed a comforting hand on Kate's shoulder before stepping out of the room to call her friend. Kate sighed and closed her eyes. Carole came to her side and hugged her.

"Are you okay?"

Kate opened her eyes and smiled faintly at Carole.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I should – I need to call Harold."

She pulled her phone out and left the room as well, leaving the Hudmels – and Rachel in the waiting room.

Kurt closed the door quietly behind him as he stared at Blaine's body lying in the hospital bed. His eyes were closed and for a moment Kurt feared he was already asleep but he opened his eyes slowly and turned to see Kurt. His left eye was swollen and purple and Kurt flinched at the sight.

"Hi," Blaine said hoarsely.

Kurt took a step closer to the bed and shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know what to do, or say for that matter. The only thing he could think to say was –

"You look like shit."

Blaine was about to laugh when he winced in pain, his jaw clutching tightly.

"Shit! I'm sorry. I shouldn't – you shouldn't talk… I –"

"Kurt…"

Kurt's mouth snapped shut and he locked eyes with the younger boy.

"Don't – don't blame yourself, okay? It's not your fault."

Kurt turned his face at Blaine's words. For some reason, Blaine could always tell what he was thinking. He pursed his lips as the anger he'd felt before returned to him.

"Are you okay?"

Kurt's neck turned to face him so fast, he was sure he heard something crack.

"You're – are you kidding me? You are asking me if I'm okay? Are you sure you didn't suffer any brain damage?"

Blaine smiled at him.

"I just – I thought this whole thing might have woken some repressed memories. You know, from that, uh, that day."

Kurt's jaw might have easily fallen to the floor. This was too much, even for Blaine. He was putting Kurt first. He was the one lying in the bed after being beaten up by some ignorant little brats and yet his first concern was to know if his incident hadn't affected Kurt.

Kurt shook his head and smiled faintly.

"You're unbelievable," he stepped closer and lowered his face to meet Blaine's lips in a soft, quick kiss. Blaine hummed in response and when Kurt pulled away, he noticed how Blaine's eyelids were beginning to close.

"Get some sleep."

"Mmkay."

He turned to see the boy drifting to sleep before he stepped out of the room. He walked back to the waiting room to find Blaine's dad standing there, asking questions like a mad man to his wife – ex -wife? Kurt wondered – and demanding to see the doctor that had looked after Blaine.

"Harold, calm down, he's okay."

"Well, I want to see him! What room is he in? I want to talk to him, Kate."

"He's asleep." Kurt interrupted.

Everyone's eyes turned to look at him.

"Who – who are you?" Blaine's father asked him.

"Kurt Hummel. I'm Blaine's… friend."

Harold frowned but then seemed to understand the message behind Kurt's words. He breathed sharply, attempting to control his anger. Kurt could tell he was trying. He only wished it hadn't taken Blaine being almost beaten to death to get him to see the light.

"Hello, Kurt," he said in a strained voice and turned to see his wife. "I don't care if he's asleep; just tell me where he is, Kate. I need to see my boy."

Kate showed him the way and Kurt watched them go inside Blaine's room. Burt approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay, kiddo."

Kurt turned to watch his father's face before returning his attention back to Blaine's closed door.

"I hope so."