Kurt felt sick to his stomach. He shifted nervously on the bed as he waited. Quinn was in the bathroom and Kurt had just come back from the kitchen with their drinks.

As much as he liked Quinn it was with one simple purpose he had asked her to hang out that night, and now he just hoped that his agenda would be possible to get done.

When the girl returned she was in her purple pajamas and she had her hair in a ponytail a little messier than the one she usually wore for Cheerios practice. She had removed her make up and was smiling broadly as she dropped on the bed next to Kurt.

They curled up next to each other, lying on their fronts as they watched movies and chatted about school, glee club and how nice it was that summer break was right around the corner to look forward to.

When they both were yawning they agreed that it was time and they washed their faces and brushed their teeth before slipping into bed. Kurt typed out a "Goodnight, I love you"-text to Blaine and curled up on his side. He was still looking for the right moment for what he needed to do.

"How are things with you and Blaine these days?" Quinn asked through the dark.

"Things are good. We're doing really great. He's amazing," Kurt smiled, happy that he could say the words truthfully. It had only been a few days since he had been reunited with Blaine after a week apart, and luckily he felt like they were stronger than ever. Coming clean and telling Blaine about the things that had been bothering him had made him feel like he had been cleansed – like their relationship had been cleansed for bad vibes.

"That's good. Usually Sebastian would tell me every now and then how you guys seems to be doing, but we don't speak much anymore. He's quite depressed after what happened with Cooper," she told and shuffled her arms against her chest.

Kurt was always so impressed with how much she seemed to care for Sebastian. He had worried about him himself. About how he would handle it all, especially with what Quinn had told that he had done that time with Blaine when they were teenagers. Kurt still couldn't figure out how he felt about Sebastian being close to Blaine – whether he thought that he still had feelings for him or if he thought he had suppressed those feelings. All he knew was that he didn't think Blaine felt anything for Sebastian. Not now, not ever.

"Yeah. That was crazy. But Blaine said their therapy is doing good," Kurt tried, hoping it could create a beacon of light in the dark Quinn saw to be Sebastian's life.

"That's true. As far as I know they go there twice a week. Cooper still doesn't think it's any fun, but he shows up and works his part."

They fell silent. The room was dark and hot even though the window was open. July had slowly crept up on them and with that Kurt was fearing Blaine's business trip coming up soon. The trip meant that Blaine would be out of town for two whole weeks. Kurt would only be in school for one of them and after that he would not have anything to distract him from how much he undoubtedly would be missing his boyfriend.

"If I ask you something, will you answer me and not question it? And please never mention it to anyone -" Kurt suddenly peeped out.

This was it. He would be asking what he had been planning to ask her all night. At least now he was hidden by the dark and shadows of the night.

"That's kind of a weird thing to say. But – ask me and I'll just say no if I don't feel comfortable about answering," she agreed apprehensively. He couldn't blame her; it was pretty odd to throw something like that out.

"Alright. Okay. Uhm – how is to go to a gynecologist? What do they do? Does it hurt?" Kurt asked, his cheeks went on fire and he felt like he was about to cry. He had actually said the words out loud – and now he regretted it more than anything in his entire life.

"I – that is really strange, Kurt. Why would you even think about that?" She burst out, shocked. Rising a little on her elbow to have a look at him.

"Please, just – you promised, no questions," Kurt said weakly and felt himself slowly sink deeper into the mattress.

He could just have googled it. He had googled it, actually. But all he had found were medical sites and girls with a love for caps lock who couldn't even spell. He needed to hear it from someone he trusted, someone he knew was reliable.

Silence was back, but this time it was thick and awkward. Kurt was right about to run to the bathroom in panic when Quinn finally laid back down and spoke again.

"It's – the girl has to take her pants off, and then she has to lie on the table with her calves in those buckles. Then they open her with this... beak-like instrument. They take some swaps with some big q-tips and look inside, depending on why she's there. Sometimes it hurts, but that really depends on how nervous she is," Quinn told, stammering her way through the explanation.

Kurt felt sick. He had known that it wouldn't exactly be a joke to go through, but now that he heard it laid out so boldly it seemed even scarier than he had thought it would be.

"Are you okay? I know I said I wouldn't ask, but that was sort of out of the blue to ask something like that," Quinn huffed out, her voice painted with curiosity and wonder.

"I – I can't really tell you why. But thank you for telling me," Kurt said. He bit down on his pillow, squeezing his lips hard together.

He had signed up for an appointment with a gynecologist his doctor had recommended. Naturally his doctor knew about his condition and she had referred him to a lady who should be sweet and discreet. Blaine had promised to go with him, but right now he wasn't so sure he wanted Blaine to see him like that – but he definitely couldn't do it alone.

Mildly put: Kurt was terrified, and the current burning between his legs was hotter than ever, and it absolutely wasn't of the good kind that only Blaine could flame.

He had told his dad about his and Blaine's decision. His dad had been very supportive and said that if Blaine's lawyer could back up the idea he was in on it as well. Kurt was happy that he didn't need to have any secrets for his dad anymore. Lying and hiding stuff from his dad was the worst he knew.

"Well... then I won't push you. But just – if you need anything you can trust me, Kurt. We're sort of family," Quinn said and slipped a hand over the bed to squeeze his wrist. He took a deep breath and nodded, not sure if she could see it, but rather than saying anything he closed his eyes and let the darkness consume him completely.

xXx

"Do you want me to go in with you? Or I can go with you and you can tell me to leave if you need it," Blaine suggested when they were seated in the gynecologist's waiting room.

The lady had been nice enough to schedule an appointment outside her usual office hours to make sure Kurt wouldn't have to wait with the other patients. Blaine was happy that she had offered that herself or he would have demanded her to do it.

"I don't know. I just – yes, please go with me," Kurt peeped.

He had been holding his legs crossed for two whole days. They hadn't had sex since the appointment was scheduled and Blaine had respected his wishes, resigning to jerk off in the shower or to the photo of Kurt with spread legs, wearing nothing but the tiny panties with the blue laces only barely covering up his sweet pussy. When Kurt had seen some of the photos from Blaine's birthday developed and put in frames on the dresser in his bedroom, Kurt had been embarrassed and asked Blaine to throw the pictures away. To burn them and delete the digital files; but after a lot of persuasion and Blaine insisting that he had nothing to be embarrassed about Kurt had given up, demanding that no one else would ever get to see them. Of course Blaine had assured him that he wouldn't let anyone see them – he didn't want to share Kurt with anyone.

Kurt was tripping nervously with his foot, his legs squeezed so hard together Blaine was starting to wonder if it would ever be possible to untangle them again.

"It's okay. You need to relax, or it's gonna hurt. It'll be fine," Blaine assured him and brushed a hand down Kurt's thigh, but removed it quickly when he noticed how Kurt twitched by his touch.

"Mr. Hummel, the doctor will see you now," the secretary said as she appeared from behind the closed door.

Blaine got to his feet, but when he looked to Kurt he was still on his chair, but looked like he was about to faint. With a heavy breath Blaine crouched down in front of him.

"It's gonna be fine, babe. I will be right next to you all the time and if you don't feel like going through with it we will just go home. I googled it, and it shouldn't take anymore than ten to fifteen minutes. Just breathe, honey -" Blaine cooed. Kurt closed his eyes, took a deep breath and nodded. Then he stood up and grasped Blaine's hand.

The office wasn't too big. They were directed to sit in two chairs in front of the desk where the doctor sat down so she could take notes on a piece of paper with pre-typed questions on.

"Your name is Kurt Elizabeth Hummel?" The doctor asked and raised an eyebrow – so did Blaine.

"Yes. That is correct," Kurt agreed with a nervous nod. That was a detail Blaine had never heard about.

"And you are here because – your teacher turned your boyfriend in to the police, accusing him of raping you?" The doctor looked at Kurt over the top of her glasses. Kurt was tightening his grip on Blaine's hand and nodded.

"So I am guessing this gentleman to be the boyfriend. And I am guessing the two of you are sexually active," she said, after scribbling down a few notes.

"For how long?"

Blaine thought back. They had met each other in November, and they had been having sex regularly since. They had been having sex in more places and positions than Blaine had ever imagined steady couples to throw themselves into.

"Since my birthday. November. So I guess it's been around seven months," Kurt mumbled, squeezing his legs even harder closed.

"Alright. What kind of protection do you use?" The doctor sent Blaine a glance for the first time the entire time they had been in her office. As if it was solely his responsibility for them to be safe.

"We used condoms. But Kurt was a virgin when I met him. Still, we both got tested anyway, and when we came out clean we stopped using protection. That was about two months after we started going out," Blaine told, guessing that Kurt wasn't interested in having the doctor know the true nature of the evolution of their relationship.

She scribbled down some more notes and had a look down the rest of her questions.

"Since you started being sexually active have you had any menstrual irregularities?" She asked and Blaine felt like he was hit by a train. He had never even considered that Kurt would get periods. He was gay, he shouldn't be worrying about his partner getting periods, and if Kurt couldn't get pregnant it didn't seem like periods should be an issue. And if he did get periods, why hadn't Kurt told him?

"I don't – I... I'm not girl on the inside," Kurt stammered.

Blaine could hear and feel that Kurt was struggling to stay calm. He wished that he could do something, but he figured it best to stay shut and have it all over with as fast as possible.

"Okay. I will take that as you don't have ovaries or any of the other baby-making equipment. Your file from your personal doctor was lacking a little because of the short notice. We'll get through. If you will be so kind to follow," the doctor smiled and for the first time she actually seemed warm and nice.

They all stood up and she led them through a door leading into an examination room. Kurt scooted so close to Blaine that he was almost standing on Blaine's toes, so Blaine put a kiss to his temple.

"You'll be alright. It'll be over soon. I promise," Blaine whispered into his hair.

Kurt was directed to a booth in the corner where he was told to take off his pants. When he returned he was hiding himself, his hands down to pull his long sweater in front of his crotch, his face on fire. Deadly ashamed of himself and his body. Of the entire situation.

To Blaine, however, he was beautiful. He did his best to not stare, but it was hard. Naked Kurt was one of his favorite Kurt outfits in the world. He watched as his boyfriend laid down on the examination table, clenching his knees shut in a way that reminded Blaine of the first night they met.

He couldn't help looking. He could see that Kurt was freshly shaven, longing to feel that soft mound on his skin. He admired the clean skin and the tiny beauty mark right above where his lips parted, a spot Blaine often took good time to kiss and caress when he was granted access between Kurt's legs. He was beautiful and Blaine would never have anyone say otherwise.

Blaine was sitting on the chair next to Kurt's head, holding his hand again. The doctor helped Kurt's calves into the buckles and directed him to move his butt closer to the edge of the table.

"I need you to relax. Take slow, deep breaths. I'm just gonna start with my fingers first," the doctor said softly as she pulled on her latex gloves. Kurt was struggling to follow orders, he stared at Blaine in terror and Blaine leaned in closer.

With a short whimper from Kurt Blaine could guess that the doctor had started. Kurt shut his eyes and turned his head away from Blaine.

Blaine felt his stomach twirl. He couldn't believe that he was sitting there; cool and calm as he was letting a stranger stick their fingers into his boyfriend's vagina, putting him in such misery.

"You're doing really great. Just take deep breaths. I'm gonna open you now, so this may be a little cold at first," the doctor warned and Kurt expressed another whimper, his face twisted away from Blaine in a position that seemed almost painful for his neck.

Blaine could see that he was forcing himself to be calm. His nails were digging into the back of Blaine's hand and his eyes had transformed to two thin lines on his face. Every muscle in his body was tensing, trying to loosen up.

"It's okay, babe. You're so good. It'll be over soon," Blaine whispered and brushed his thumb over Kurt's, but to no success. He had to stop himself from thinking about how warm and tight Kurt always felt around his fingers, how wet and slick he was on his face, how safe and snug he felt on his cock. One of the best feelings Blaine had ever had.

"You're doing really good, Kurt. I'm just gonna take some samples now and we'll be finished in no time," the doctor said and fumbled with some of the instruments on the table next to her.

Blaine couldn't look. He couldn't stand the thought that those things were going into Kurt's body to prope and scrape around. All instincts told him to yell at the lady to get away from Kurt, but he was frozen in his task of trying to calm down Kurt, regardless of how fruitless his efforts seemed.

As the doctor returned to her place between Kurt's legs it wasn't a whimper but a sob that fell from Kurt's mouth this time. His face was screwed up in pain and tears started rolling down his face.

"No, no. Shhh, baby. It's over in a minute. You're doing so good, sweetheart," Blaine whispered and ran a hand over Kurt's hair, hoping for his touch to be soothing, but Kurt only continued his soundless crying.

"I am almost done now. All I need is to take some pictures and we will be all over," the doctor said softly as she put down something that looked like q-tips in vials.

"Pictures? Are you gonna take pictures of him like this?" Blaine burst out in horror. This was too much, how could she just keep on letting Kurt suffer and then even take pictures?

"I'm afraid so. It's procedure. I need photographic evidence to attach to the report I will send to the police, or this whole examination will have been purposeless," the doctor said apologetically. At least she seemed sincere.

"No. Please. No more," Kurt cried and turned his face towards Blaine. His eyes were still shut and his face was soaked in tears.

So Blaine only saw one option left. He had to take care of his boyfriend, comfort him regardless of what it would take.

Blaine clenched his hand around Kurt's and moved so close that his nose was nuzzled into Kurt's hair. He pressed his lips to his temple and let his breathing fill Kurt's ear, making sure he was breathing slow and calmly.

"Open your eyes, beautiful. Look at me," Blaine whispered. He squeezed Kurt's hand and ran his fingers through Kurt's soft locks. He cooed soothing sounds and waited for Kurt to slowly open his eyes, his entire face red and his eyes swollen from crying.

"It's gonna be okay, baby. It'll take a few seconds and the doctor will be finished with you. This part doesn't even hurt. As soon as we're done I'm taking you home. I'm so proud of you for doing this, Doll-face," Blaine cooed, searching for words to keep Kurt distracted while the blitz was clicking and the lady finished her job.

Blaine's task was accomplished. The tears were still rolling fat and salty down Kurt's face, but he had opened his eyes and his breathing slowed down, going steady and safe as he clung to Blaine's hand but his eyes filled with trust.

"So – I am just gonna remove this and you will be free to go home," the doctor declared and sat down.

Kurt's face screwed up to an uncomfortable mask as the doctor removed her last instrument, but he didn't say a word or move an inch. He kept his eyes locked with Blaine's and let Blaine run his fingers through his hair until it was over with.

When Kurt got off the table Blaine helped him to the booth in the corner where he got his pants on and Kurt immediately went back into Blaine's arms. They stood for a while with Blaine holding him close before they agreed that they had to leave.

Blaine thanked the doctor who told Kurt that he had done much better than most girls who came for regular checks and had been there loads of times. She promised to send an email as soon as she had sent her report to the police and she would send a copy to Blaine's lawyer. Kurt didn't say anything as they left, and not on the drive back to Blaine's place either.

The second they were home Blaine helped Kurt into his pajamas and let him curl up on the couch, wrapping a blanket around him as he turned on the TV, looking at the screen but not watching. Meanwhile Blaine called Kurt's dad and explained how the appointment had gone. He stuck to saying that it had been uncomfortable but Kurt had forced through with bravery. He told how the doctor had said that she hadn't found any irregularities and that she would send the finished report to the police. Soon it would all be over and they would be free to live their life without worrying.

When he was done with all he needed to do Blaine slipped into his own pajamas and filled the coffee table with different flavors of ice cream. He pulled Kurt into his arms and fed him ice cream and tea until he fell asleep in Blaine's arms. When it was time for bed Blaine turned off the TV and cleaned up before he picked up Kurt and carried him to the bed.

"Thank you. For going with me today. Without you I don't think I could have done it," Kurt whispered as Blaine dragged him closer.

"Of course you could. You're much tougher than you give yourself credit for," Blaine smiled, caressing Kurt's arms and back.

"No. I was so close to passing out, but then you were just there. Perfect," Kurt assured him.

"There's just one thing – I don't think I can ever have sex again," Kurt said teasingly and Blaine grinned, happy that he wasn't completely miserable anymore.

"Good you have one more perfectly good hole I can play with," he chuckled, clenching Kurt to his body.

"Or maybe it's time for me to play with yours," Kurt whispered and bit down on Blaine's nipple, making chills spread through his entire body. That was so unfair, he couldn't go hard now.

"I will look forward to that," he settled for saying, and returned to his innocent touches and sweet caresses.

They wouldn't play tonight. Kurt had already been through too much for a lifetime with that doctor's visit.

xXx

It was Thursday afternoon when Blaine received an email from his lawyer saying that he had received the report from Kurt's gynecologist. He had been kind and discreet about the situation, not even explaining the deal about Kurt to his secretary who usually handled all of his paperwork. This was one report that was marked Confidential and no one but Blaine's lawyer himself was allowed near it.

Now Blaine was pacing the floors of his office. He was supposed to get his papers and his laptop ready for his business trip; he was leaving Sunday. However, now all he could think about was that the police would be having Kurt's report and they would be going over it. There was no chance that he would be able to do any work until he knew what was going to happen next.

He hadn't told Kurt. He knew that Kurt was spending the afternoon with his glee club, one of their last sessions before their summer break, so Blaine didn't want to disturb with something that could distract him from letting loose and have fun with his friends.

He was supposed to spend the entire weekend with Kurt so they could have as much time together as possible before Blaine was leaving. Blaine had planned to take Kurt out for dinner Friday night, and after that he would spend the rest of the weekend appreciating everything about Kurt. He had to admit that he was scared to leave him alone back in Ohio if they didn't hear anything from his lawyer or the police before he left. Two weeks were a long time and a lot could happen in a time-slot as such.

When Blaine picked Kurt up from school Friday he was sitting on some benches with a group of friends. Blaine almost didn't want to interrupt him. They were laughing and singing, and Kurt looked happy and completely in his element with his friends. Quinn was there as well and Blaine found it nice to see that it seemed like Kurt was good friends with her. All in all he was happy that Kurt had friends his own age that he felt as comfortable with as he seemed to be with these teens.

However, he parked the car and got out. He stood and watch from afar for a moment when Kurt saw him and lit up. Then he might as well go over there.

When he reached the group of chatting teens Kurt immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him close. He kissed his cheek and discarded his blushing cheeks. Kurt folded his arms around Blaine's waist and rested his face against his chest as he returned to listening to some blond do impressions of various movies.

"Are you ready to go home?" Blaine asked softly as he ran his fingers over Kurt's neck and down the back of his scarf.

"Mhm, I'm always ready to go home with you," Kurt grinned up at him. He moved his head to let Blaine cup his cheek and rested his face in Blaine's palm as he stared up, into Blaine's eyes.

"Kurt, are you still in on our last performance of the year for Mr. Schue next week?" Kurt's brother's girlfriend asked, shielding her eyes from the baking sun over their heads.

Kurt's eyes turned darker and he turned his head to have a look at the girl.

"I don't really know. I'm still really mad at him. But I wanna perform with you guys. I just can't believe he turned Blaine in like that," Kurt huffed and strengthened his grip around Blaine's waist.

"If you're not doing it, I'm not doing it, dude. That was seriously uncool. I would never even have done that to my worst enemy," Kurt's Mohawked friend said and Kurt smiled gratefully at him.

"But you can't... it's the last performance of the year. You can't just abandon us. Does that mean you won't come back to glee club after the summer break?" The girl asked, her voice rising in panic and her movements going slightly frantic. The Mohawk rolled his eyes and looked dissatisfied with her outburst.

"I honestly don't know, Rachel. He hasn't even apologized. It was so humiliating. And Blaine hasn't even done anything wrong. All he has done has been what they haven't: protecting me!" Kurt declared.

Blaine knew that tone of voice. It was how Kurt sounded when he was pissed but uncertain about the consequences of his actions. So Blaine sat down on the bench next to Kurt, making sure there was nothing to stain his sand-colored slacks.

"Doll-face – I know that you are angry about what your teacher did. So am I. But don't let it stop you from spending time with your friends. If you do that you're gonna sorry later. You love being in glee club, I can feel it when you talk about it and see it when you perform. You don't have to talk to him just because you're there. Just go for your own sake. I would be really sad if you didn't go back after summer," Blaine said softly and watched as Kurt's face turned soft.

"I... Blaine – I don't know what to say. I guess I could do one last performance – but it's not for Mr. Schue! It's for you guys!" Kurt said, speechless from Blaine speaking so boldly in front of his friends. There were things Blaine loved more in life than his ability to make Kurt's knees turn to jelly.

The kids around them cheered from his declaration. It warmed Blaine's heart. When he first met Kurt he seemed so lonely. It still didn't seem like he had any close friends, a friend he would trust his life with, a friend he would count on in emergencies. But with these kids at least it seemed like he felt comfortable and could have fun. At least he didn't seem lonely anymore. Blaine didn't want him to leave glee club: because who would he have then? Where would he be able to go for the rest of his high school years? At least in glee club he had a refuge from the haunted halls.

"Can we go home now? I don't wanna miss a single moment with you before you leave," Kurt pouted and made Blaine grin.

"We can do whatever you want, Doll-face," he smiled and bopped a fingertip to Kurt's nose before he got up.

Kurt chuckled and followed him to his feet. He put his satchel over his shoulder and turned around to bow to his friends before he let his fingers slide in between Blaine's so they could walk to the car. On their way back they could still hear the teens chatting and laughing, but Kurt didn't even look back. He leaned closer and kissed Blaine's cheek before he let go of his hand to get into the car.

"I'm sorry that you feel like you can't be in glee club because of your teacher. He's an ass, but you shouldn't let that keep you away from your friends," Blaine said as he turned the car down the road towards Kurt's house.

"I'm just so angry. The least he could've done was to apologize. He's always been so supportive of all of us. Quinn when she had her baby with Puck, Brittany when she got into troubles with Coach Sylvester, Mike when his dad didn't want to speak to him because he doesn't wanna be a doctor – always Rachel with her constant irrelevant drama! But me... no, me he just goes around and -" Kurt blabbered out like no tomorrow.

"Kurt, relax. I'm not saying you should just pretend nothing happened, but if you quit glee club then what? You're just gonna run around being miserable for the rest of your high school time?"

Kurt went silent. He looked confused and pale.

"I wouldn't be miserable. I have you," he objected.

"Of course you have me. That won't change. But I'm not in your school. It's 8 hours a day, five days a week where you will be all alone in a school with bullies and jerks," Blaine argued.

He was glad to see that Kurt was taking his words in. He was thinking deeply and Blaine gave him the time. He didn't want to start their weekend off arguing.

"I – just let me know when you've made your decision. How are you? Does it still hurt after the doctor?" Blaine asked and put a soft hand to Kurt's thigh, not letting it too close to his crotch if Kurt still felt uncomfortable.

"I uhm... no. I feel – fine," Kurt mumbled awkwardly and squeezed his legs a little together.

"What was that? What was that little.. twitch?" Blaine chuckled. Kurt never blushed without reason, and he definitely didn't turn awkward without reason either.

They were holding by a red light, which was probably for the best. Kurt loosened his seat belt a little and leaned over so his face was closer to Blaine's. He bit his lower lip and looked innocently away before returning to meet Blaine's eyes.

"I was... thinking about you. Last night. I missed you," Kurt said, like an embarrassed child.

"You... you played with yourself without me?" Blaine burst out in shock, but had to return his eyes to the road.

Kurt's face turned scarlet and he looked out of the window. After all they had done Kurt was still shy to admit that he masturbated. At least he was thinking about me, Blaine thought.

"That is so... Doll-face, you really are the hottest person in the world," Blaine choked out as his dick was growing in his pants. It took him all he had to not park the car at the side of the road and just fuck Kurt right away,

The rest of the drive to Kurt's house neither of them said a thing. Blaine knew that Kurt was trying to kill the moment before he was going home to face his dad, so Blaine respected that and did his best to get rid of his erection.

He parked the car in the driveway of the Hummel-family's house and Kurt got out. Blaine was just about to follow when his phone rang. He considered ignoring it, but then he figured it wouldn't be a wise move all things considered.

When he saw the name on the screen his heart started pounding with the speed of a race horse. When he pressed the button he felt like he was going to throw up, and he could see on Kurt outside the windshield that he knew what was going on.

As Blaine was on the phone Kurt watched him, clutching the strap of his satchel – probably holding his breath until he knew what was happening. The moment Blaine was out of the car Kurt rushed to his feet in front of him, his face pale and awaiting; scared, no doubt.

"What was it? Was it your lawyer? What did he say?" Kurt stumbled over the questions to get to the next, desperate to get the answers.

"He talked to the police. They went through your doctor's report and since she didn't find anything they can't do anything about it. But they want to have us in for questioning. They still haven't talked to you so they wanted to take you in next week," Blaine told and watch Kurt look like he was just told that he would have to swim with sharks with an open wound.

"What? I can't – you won't be home. Blaine, I can't... I can't go there without you," Kurt stammered weakly, looking like he might faint.

"Relax, baby. I told my lawyer that I wouldn't have you go in there alone. I had him set up an appointment for you to go in there tomorrow, and my lawyer is coming with us. They won't be happy about it, but since this isn't urgent based on the report from your doctor, and the fact that they have nothing to back this case on it should be fine. I'm not letting you go alone," Blaine assured him and pulled him close so he could press a kiss to his mouth.

He could feel Kurt's worries melt away. As much as possible, that was. He really didn't want their weekend tainted by this, but he knew that this would be bothering Kurt until was over with and if he could he would have rearranged his business-trip so he could go with Kurt the upcoming week instead, but unfortunately that wasn't an option.

xXx

Kurt was scared out of his mind. He knew that they couldn't do anything, but he was still incredibly uncomfortable and nervous about being at the police station. At least they hadn't taken him to an interrogation room like on TV.

No, he and Blaine's lawyer were sitting on a couple of plastic chairs in front of a desk in a small office filled with file-cabinets and a bulletin-board filled with notes and pins. They had been offered something to drink but Kurt had said no. When they had arrived they had been told that Blaine couldn't go with him and Kurt wanted to cry. He was supposed to go through this with a stranger by his side.

"So – you and Mr. Anderson have been involved for seven months?" The police man asked. Pen in hand, ready to scribble down every word Kurt would be uttering, but he didn't do anymore than nod.

"How did you two meet?"

"In a... in a bar. My friends and I got in by... smiling to the doorman. Blaine came over to me when I was sitting alone by the bar. We talked and I went home with him," Kurt stammered nervously.

"And you didn't think it to be suspicious for a 33 year old man to invite a 16 year old back to his apartment?" The police man asked.

Kurt looked to the lawyer nervously. He nodded and Kurt took a deep breath.

"I didn't really think about it. I hadn't been drinking, so it wasn't because I was drunk. But I – he was nice, and my friends had sort of abandoned me to go dancing. I liked him, and I figured I could always leave if he came too close," Kurt told, not too happy about remembering the night that had been filled with nerves.

"Did you two have intercourse that night?"

"You don't have to answer that if you don't want to," the lawyer said to Kurt, but the police man was quicker.

"Yes, he has. This is important for the investigation," he said firmly.

"There is no investigation. We are only here to stop this before you pin anymore absurdities on my client. You have nothing on him," the lawyer said.

"It's okay. It's... fine. We did. I – was a virgin, but I was with Blaine," Kurt told, guessing he would rather have it all over with instead of having it dragged out.

"Did he pressure you into doing it?" The police man asked.

Kurt remembered how scared he had been. How Blaine had undressed him and coaxed him into kissing him and letting Blaine touch him. How he had struggled not to cry, but kept telling himself that if he didn't do those things with Blaine maybe he would never have a first kiss, or someone touching him like that, and stay a virgin forever, even though he didn't want his first time of any of that to be with a stranger – a man twice his age who didn't have any care for his feelings but kept steering him in the direction he wanted rather than what Kurt felt good with.

Yes. He did push me. I was terrified.

"No. He didn't. He – kept saying that if I didn't want it he was okay with it and we could stop," Kurt lied. It wasn't all a lie. Blaine had said that if Kurt didn't want it he would stop. Not that Kurt had believed it at that point.

"Listen, I – I just... Blaine never did anything to hurt me. He's a good man. Before I met him I didn't think anyone would ever want me, but Blaine... he makes me feel loved. And I love him back. I know people might not understand it when we're so far apart in age and... but it doesn't matter. Whenever I tell Blaine that I don't want to... be intimate, he stops. He respects me, respects my wishes. He is the only grown up in my life, besides my dad, who has protected me. If I told him today that I didn't want to be with him anymore he would be crushed, but he would respect it," Kurt said and shifted nervously on the plastic chair.

"Blaine was loose when I met him. He was... a player. He has probably had sex with more people than I know. But when we got together he stopped. He has the sex drive of... I don't even know. But that doesn't make him a rapist. He understands that no means no. I am not some... gooey eyed, lovesick teenager. I can take care of myself. I have done all my life. I know the difference between a crush and being in a committed relationship. That is what we have. You're wasting time and resources on this," Kurt sighed, hoping that for once they would actually listen to what he had to say.

Blaine's lawyer seemed impressed. Apparently he hadn't expected Kurt to be able to speak for himself that way. But since he hadn't stopped him Kurt thought that he might be doing something right.

"Don't you wanna be with someone your own age? Someone you can take to prom and fumble around trying to figure out life with," the police man asked, this time sounding more like he was personally curious than he was asking for the case.

"No. I don't. There are no gay guys my age in Ohio. And if there was, how many gay guys do you think would be with me? You've seen the report from my doctor. They would be disgusted with me. And – I don't care about guys my age. They're immature, and like you said: they're still fumbling around trying to figure out life. I don't want that. Blaine is where he wants to be in his life. I know that I don't risk him going away for college in two years and we will have to break up because of distance. I know that he doesn't go out and get drunk and hooks up with a cheerleader after a football victory. I am safe with Blaine, and he has helped me – accept myself and respect myself. But it really doesn't matter, because I love him, and that is really the only important thing," Kurt said, sick of people trying to convince him that being with someone his own age would be better.

"If you just find the right guy. I am sure there are gay kids in Ohio. Don't think you need to settle just because you haven't found anything else. Of course you will find a guy your own age who won't mind about... that," the police man tried again.

"I didn't settle!" Kurt snapped. He knew that the man was only trying to be nice, but he was done with it.

"Can – I... can I go now? You wanted to know if Blaine is abusive in any way, and I can tell you he is not. He never hit me, or forced me into sex. He never called me anything bad, or told me that I was fat or anything like that. Blaine is noble and caring. Read your report and you will see that the doctor didn't find anything remotely close to abuse." He got to his feet and looked at Blaine's lawyer who followed his lead.

"If you want to ask anymore questions you can contact me. Do not contact Mr. Hummel personally. I think you are really pushing it with this case. It's not even a case," the lawyer warned and guided Kurt out of the office.

Blaine was waiting by the front desk, but Kurt just walked straight past him. He couldn't be in there any longer. He could feel Blaine follow him and he was glad. He just needed to be with Blaine right now. Alone. Away from curious eyes and questions. It needed to be over.

When he was in the parking lot he leaned against Blaine's car and hid his face in his hands. When two arms wrapped around him he could smell and feel that it was Blaine so he allowed himself to melt into the embrace.

"I don't think they'll be bothering you again. And I told the officer that they are not to contact Mr. Hummel, that all contact will go through me. Not that I would worry that he can't stand up for himself. He did very good in there. I didn't even have to say anything," the lawyer told Blaine, and Kurt could feel his arms squeezing him a little tighter.

"I can only imagine. This one knows his way around words," Blaine said, pride oozing from his words.

"Thank you. I think we should be okay from here. We'll talk later."

Blaine shook his lawyer's hand and the man disappeared down the parking lot. He unwrapped his arms completely from around Kurt and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

"You bitched at the police?" Blaine asked with a huge grin covering his face.

"I didn't... bitch at him. I just – I was so fed up with the stupid questions and just told him what he wanted to know before he could ask about how abusive you are," Kurt shrugged.

"Good. You're awesome. You're my bitch, and I love you. Wanna go home so I can show you exactly how proud I am of you?" Blaine grinned and nuzzled his nose into Kurt's cheek, making a whirlpool of hot water twirl around in Kurt's stomach.

"You're such a douche," Kurt chuckled and smiled. They got into the car and drove back to Blaine's place where they could spend the rest of their weekend together before they had to say goodbye in the morning.

xXx

Being in LA for work sucked. Every night he had to go out for drinks or shows with designers and stylists. Days were filled with meetings and driving town around for boutiques and lunch with important people. The time difference made it difficult to meet with Kurt on Skype. He missed him, and spending time with those boring fashion people was nowhere near as much fun as to hang out with Kurt or the fashion people in New York.

The most exciting thing that had happened to him over the days he had been there was Tuesday night where Kurt hinted that he might be up for Skype sex soon. He had reached a point where he was craving to feel Kurt so much that he woke up groping the comforter.

It was Thursday morning. Blaine was still asleep when his phone started ringing and he fumbled around for it, honestly considering to just ignore it. It was only a little after 6am so when he saw it was Kurt he found it odd. They had agreed to wait with all phone calls until right before Kurt was on his way to bed in the evening to make sure they didn't mess up each other's schedules when Blaine was working all the time.

"Hey Doll-face. Missed me too much to wait?" Blaine mumbled with a smirk when he picked up, letting his hand down to fold around his cock that was already starting to harden up by the thought of waking up next to Kurt.

"Blaine. Blaine please come home. They know. Everyone in school knows," Kurt cried into the phone and everything in Blaine froze up.

He rushed to sit up in the bed. The heat, that damn Los Angeles heat, was killing him. The sheets were clinging to his skin and his hair was itching.

"Know? Know what, baby?" He asked, a terrifying theory unfolding in his brain.

"About me. About what I... what I am," Kurt sobbed, the acoustics completely off, sounding like he was in the bathroom. Was he hiding?

"Oh Kurt. Honey, I can't just come home right now. I don't... just calm down," he tried. He had no idea what to do, there was nothing he could do from where he was, so far away from Kurt.

"Blaine please. I can't go back out there. They're all staring and laughing and... I don't know what to do." His sobbing was out of control and Blaine started worrying that he would lose control of his breathing.

"Kurt just... take it easy. Breathe, baby. Where are you now? Are you in school?" He asked, trying to buy some time to figure out what to do.

"I – yes... I'm in the girl's bathroom. I panicked. I didn't know where to go and everyone was calling me stuff and it was right around the corner."

Blaine jumped to his feet and started pacing the floor. It didn't make any sense but he couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

"Doll-face, listen to me. When I hang up I want you to call Quinn so she can come and help you out of there without being attacked by those assholes out there. Then I want you to call your dad and have him come pick you up. I am sure he will do that," Blaine said as calmly as he possibly could.

"Blaine don't hang up. Please, I can't do this without you. I can't look Quinn in the eyes now that she knows," Kurt cried, but there was a loud sound in the back like a door being slammed open.

"What's going on? Kurt, what's happening?" Blaine asked in panic, afraid what people would do to him when they found him.

"It's... it's the girls from the glee club. I'll call you when I get home. Blaine, please come home. Please."

The sound of girls fussing around was loud behind the sound of Kurt crying, trying to control his sobbing and breathing.

"Doll-face, I promise I'll do my best to see if I can go home today. I won't leave you alone with this. Let the girls help you. I love you, Doll-face. Don't forget that," Blaine cooed, praying to anyone who would listen that these girls actually was planning on taking care of him.

"I – I'll call you when I get home. Thank you. Blaine, I love you so much," Kurt cried, the sound like a knife in Blaine's heart.

"I love you too. Be strong for me, baby!"

And the call was ended.