"Blaine!" Kurt hissed in such a whisper that it was almost inaudible. Kurt had tears of horror in his eyes.

"It'll be ok." Blaine was trying to comfort the love of his life while running trying to gather all of his things but the thought never occurred to him about where he was going to go. Kurt's closet was too stuffed with clothes to fit in there and that only left the small bathroom across the hallway but it was really risky to run across and having the chance running into Paul. Fuck, it was a chance he was willing to take for Kurt. Blaine was a part of the Dalton fight team but didn't stand a chance to him. Paul's footsteps were coming up the stair so fast Blaine didn't think he would make it because the moment Paul could see the top of the steps he would see Blaine. Luckily Blaine made it to the bathroom but forgot his jacket in the process. Kurt hopped under the covers and tried to look as sick as possible but saw Blaine's black jacket left on the computer desk's chair. Before he could get up and grab it Paul came stomping in the room like he always does.

"You don't look sick enough to not give me exactly what I want. You know how much you owe me that sweet mouth of yours." Blaine was becoming outraged already just by the sound and urgency of his voice. Paul didn't deserve him.

"Paul, I can't I feel like I'm going to throw up." Kurt was an actor and he was good at it.

"You are going to do what I say you little fucktard." With that Paul back handed Kurt and he tasted the blood in his mouth. Blaine could hear Kurt being slapped and a sob escaped his lips but muffled in his cardigan. If he went out there to try to help Kurt it would only make things worse. He sat rested with his back on the door and hands buried in his face with tears silently rolling down his cheeks. Blaine was so empty when he wasn't with Kurt and to see this asshole sexually, mentally and physically abuse him it felt like his heart was being ripped out by a death finder and taking every happy memory he had with his best friend.

Kurt got to his knees with tears in his eyes and unbuttoned Paul's pants and took him in his mouth and started to work on him.

"Stop crying you fucking piece of shit and do it right." He kneed Kurt in the stomach so hard that he fell back on his ass and took Kurt's hair in his hands and yanked him up to push him deeper in making Kurt gag.

"You can't do fucking anything right, I'll go to the bathroom and do it myself."

"No Paul! I'll do it right I promise." Kurt said it loud enough so Blaine could maybe think of a plan to get out.  On the other hand, Blaine's heart had nearly stopped when he heard of Paul's plan to come in the bathroom. His brain had cramped and he didn't know what to do; he was scared like a little boy.

"Oh my god the window." He whispered to himself. Just like he'd done so many times with his older brother Chuck, He slipped out onto the tree that only God knew would be needed at this moment. The door flew open and Blaine thought he was caught red handed but gracefully slid down the tree like a squirrel and was almost in the clear. He didn't dare take his car and risk the chance of Paul laying another hand on Kurt because of him. So he just ran alongside the house and through the back yard and took the long way home to clear his head. Of course he couldn't because he knew his love was in that house with a monster. He kicked a rock and took out his phone and had to message Kurt because he knew Paul had to still be in the bathroom jerking off so he took out his phone and texted Kurt...

Blaine:

"Kurt, are you still alone?"

Blaine got a text back almost instantly.

Kurt:

Blaine, I'm scared. I feel he's going to get even more angry when he comes out."

Blaine:

Baby, you're not alone ...

Courage- Everything will be ok. I'll come over later and get my car and my coat. Stay strong if not for yourself then for me, OK?

Kurt:

OK. I promise. But please come back. He will leave soon. I love you.

Blaine:

 I love you too, Kurt.