Santana and I just stared at each other for a few moments, unable to believe that the other was there. I didn't know what Santana was doing out at what I guessed to be about three in the morning, but then she was probably wondering the same about me. A way of nausea suddenly washed over me and I quickly ran back to the bin to vomit into it. My stomach clenched and I groaned, just wanting to crawl into a hole and die. I suddenly felt a hand on my back, stroking it gently. When I eventually pulled my head out of the bin, Santana handed me a tissue to wipe my mouth with and a bottle of water.

"Thank you," I whispered, my throat dry, as I accepted the tissue and water, "What are you doing here?"

Santana didn't answer. She was looking me up and down as I wiped my throat before taking a sip of water. I threw the tissue into the bin after ensuring my mouth was entirely clean. My entire body ached and I just wanted to sleep. I wondered if Santana would give me a lift home, but then I remembered I didn't have my keys so would have to ring the bell and wake everyone up.

Santana was staring at my neck, "Looks like you got some action tonight Porcelain. Wish I'd known that otherwise I wouldn't be out helping to search for you."

"I wasn't getting any action!" I replied angrily, wishing Santana would just go away if she was going to be her usual bitchy self.

To my surprise Santana stepped forward, looking apologetic, "I'm sorry Kurt. I didn't know what to say and something horrible and bitchy came out of my mouth. I guess I was just in shock."

I smiled at Santana, "It's okay. I know I looked a bit of a state."

Santana snorted at my words, "Bit of a state? Hummel that's an understatement! You look like crap and that's the nicest thing I can think of to say right now. Look, how about we get you in the car and I'll take you home to mine. It's nearly half three in the morning. You need to be cleaned up and to rest. You've obviously had a shitty night."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the pain I felt, "Now that's an understatement."

Santana smiled at me before her face was etched with concern again, "Do you feel like you need to be sick again? I have some plastic bags in the car just in case, plus I have a blanket to keep you warm. No offence Porcelain but I'd rather you are wrapped up in that as I don't want blood and sick on the seats of my car."

I nodded in understanding as Santana slowly reached out and stood my hands in hers. She walked me over to her car before letting go and reaching in to grab the blanket. She carefully wrapped it around me and smiled. I smiled back, thankful that there was someone to help me. Santana helped me carefully get into her car without hurting myself even more; although I did moan and groan a few times but pressure was put on wounds or bruises. Santana quickly hurried to her side of the car and got in, turning the engine in.

"Kurt I'm not going to ask you what happened now," Santana said, pulling away from the curb, "I'm going to talk to you about this evening when we get to my house and we're in my room. I'll be able to treat your cuts and bruises. My Dad is a doctor after all and I've picked up some valuable skills over the years, plus he has most of his equipment at home. You're safe now Porcelain. I've got you."

Hearing Santana's calming words made me want to cry. She obviously knew I had gone through a massive ordeal this evening. I couldn't believe that the girl I called 'Satan' was someone who was obviously looking for me when I was missing and was prepared to look after me. I felt loved for the first time this evening. I watched as Santana pressed play on her iPod and Lady Gaga's 'Bad Romance' started playing. Santana and I smiled at one another as memories of performing this hit us both. I closed my eyes to the music as I was exhausted but I knew I would have to explain to Santana what had happened to me. I owed her that much, seeing she was the one to find me and look after me.

I must have dozed off because I was carefully woken up by Santana tapping my face and calling my name, "Come on Kurt, we need to get you upstairs. Do you need some help?"

I shook my head, ignoring the pain rushing through my head, "No I'm okay. My legs are unharmed."

Of course the second I got out of the car, I stumbled. Thankfully Santana had been prepared for this and was there to catch me, helping me upright. She gently took one of my arms and placed it around her shoulder, while she wrapped her arm around my waist as carefully as she could.

"I know you're stubborn Hummel but you need help!" Santana exclaimed as we made the way up her driveway and to her front door.

Santana used her free hand to unlock the door and push it open, helping me inside as carefully as she could. I had known Santana as a friend for three years and had never seen her act like this; except with maybe Brittany. She then shut the door and started to help me up the stairs, taking as long as it needed to be to stop causing me pain. I was seeing Santana in a completely different light. When we reached her room, Santana lowered me onto her double bed before retreating into the bed. I was still wrapped in the blanket, meaning I wasn't getting blood or anything else on Santana's bedding. Santana eventually returned with a whole box of what seemed to be medical supplies. She put the box down and slowly pulled me from the blanket.

"Right Porcelain, we need to get you undressed," Santana said, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips.

I froze at her words; my mind instantly flashing back to Sebastian on top of me trying to undo the zip of my jeans.

Santana obviously sensed my distress, "I mean you need to get out of those clothes into something more comfy. They will be too big for you but you need to get out of those clothes. I have some sweatpants of my older brother's and a T-shirt of his. I want you to change into the sweatpants but leave the sweatpants off for now. I need to examine your back and chest. I'll leave you alone for a few minutes. I need to talk to my Dad. He has just got back and he might even come in and check on you."

I nodded as Santana left the room, obviously to find her father. I slowly undid the buttons on my waistcoat, trying to ignore my trembling fingers. I folded it up as neatly as possible before unbuttoning my shirt, repeating the same procedure as the waistcoat. It took me a while to take my skinny jeans off; especially as the last person to do so was Sebastian. I eventually manned up and took them off, folding them up, then putting on Santana's brother's sweatpants; feeling a lot comfier as they weren't as tight as my jeans. Then again, nothing was ever as tight as the jeans I wore. In some ways it was a blessing that they were so tight as Sebastian couldn't get into them as easily.

Santana returned and grimaced when she saw me standing there topless, "It's such a shame this has happened to you. Your hot body has been marked."

I frowned at Santana's comment but she seemed apologetic for making such a remark. She stood behind me, observing my back.

After a while Santana sighed, "Your back just has burn marks on, as if you've been dragged along the ground. And you have a nasty cut on the back of your head. It doesn't look too deep but I don't want to take any chances. When I'm done with what I can do, my father's going to come and have a look. You have head injuries and I don't know to just skim over them."

Santana moved round to my front and observed, taking my hands in hers, "Okay you have scraped knuckles, although your right hand looks a little bloodier. Your wrists... oh my god those are handprints! Kurt..."

"Santana please just continue with the injuries. I promise I'll tell you what happened afterwards," I pleaded, desperate to hear what Sebastian had done to me.

Santana nodded and took a deep breath before continuing, "You have bruised wrists in the shape of handprints... oh god Kurt. I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting that. Um... your rib looks a little weird so I'm guessing you've bruised one or even broken one. Dad will know. Your neck... you have bruises and on one side you have a massive bite mark. Fuck Kurt! What happened? Oh right I'll wait... oh god! Um... you have cuts all along the right side of your face with a deep gash in your forehead and on the left side of your face, going from above your eye to your ear, you have a deep gash there as well. I can't see anymore. Any pains in the bottom half of your body?"

I shook my head, knowing that Santana was also trying to see if I was raped. When I shook my head, she let out a sigh of relief. Santana got to work, washing my knuckles with anaesthetic wipes. She tried dabbing at the marks on my back, causing me to wince and hiss. Santana just kept apologising. She moved onto my neck and face, occasionally causing me to cry out. Santana wrapped up my right hand in a bandage as that was more damaged. She eventually did wrap a bandage around the lower part of my left hand, including my knuckles, to protect it. Santana also bandaged my wrists up, wanting to protect them plus to hide them. If people saw them, questions would be asked. She covered the marks on my back with a plaster as she didn't want them to rub with the material of the clothes I was wearing and cause me more pain. Santana didn't know what to do about the huge and painful bite mark on my neck. She told me she'd ask her Dad about that as he might know what to do. Santana did all she could before surprising me and kissing my forehead, telling me she was off to get her father.

Santana returned a few minutes later with her Dad following her. I had met Doctor Lopez a couple of times and he seemed like a nice man. He smiled at me when he came in and listened to what Santana said about what she had already done.

He turned to me, "Right Kurt, let's get you sorted out. I just need to examine your head, neck and ribs."

Doctor Lopez prodded at my head and face, causing me to wince and hiss several times. He examined my neck with a frown of his face but the worst was when he examined my ribs. He prodded at them and caused me to cry out a couple of times.

Doctor Lopez turned to face his daughter, "He's going to need to stitches in the main gashes on his face; the one above his eye to his ear and the one on his forehead. The other cuts are too minor for stitches. The one on the back of his ear is a minor as well so he doesn't need stitches but will have a nasty lump there. His neck... that is one horrible looking bite mark. It doesn't require anything like stitches but we need to keep an eye on that. It's drawn blood meaning the person who did that bit down extremely hard. The best thing to do is cover it with some cotton wool and some tape to hold it down. A plaster would rip some of the skin when taken off and would cause more damage. He has two damaged ribs but they aren't broken, just severely bruised. There's nothing I can do for them but I'd advise Kurt to take painkillers regularly and soon he'll be pain free."

Santana's Dad smiled at me before leaving the room. I turned to look at Santana, feeling confused to what was happening.

Santana took my hand in hers, "My Dad has gone to get his bag. You need stitches Kurt otherwise your head won't heal. Don't worry, I'll be here the whole time and won't let go of your hand. Once it's over, you can have some painkillers and water then we'll snuggle up in bed okay?"

I nodded, feeling overwhelmed, "Thanks Santana."

Santana kissed my cheek, "No worries Porcelain."

Doctor Lopez came back into the bedroom with a small bag, "Are there any questions you have Kurt?"

I shook my head, "No I've seen my brother Finn have to have stitches many times due to football injuries. I just want it over and done with."

Doctor Lopez smiled at me, "Okay then. I suggest you close your eyes. I have the needle here and I promise I'll do them as subtly and neatly as I possibly can. They won't be that noticeable."

I nodded my head again and shut my eyes, wanting it to be over and done with. I felt Santana squeeze my hand the same time I felt a sharp prick in my forehead. I took a deep breath and let Doctor Lopez work his magic. All I wanted was to get into bed and sleep. I couldn't even do that after this as I promised I'd talk to Santana; plus I would probably be in too much pain to sleep. I wondered if I had drifted off to sleep when I heard Santana's father announce he was finished with the stitches. I suddenly hissed at the pain in my neck; obviously the doctor was applying the tape and cotton wool to my neck to cover up the bite but it still seriously hurt. Doctor Lopez bid us goodnight and left Santana and I alone. I slowly opened my eyes and caught my reflection in the mirror. I was relieved to see the bite was covered up but gasped when I saw my face. Both sides of my face had the obvious stitches in. They weren't as bad as they could have been but in contrast to my pale skin, they stood out. I sighed as I reached out to grab the T-shirt Santana had lent me. She quickly hurried me put it over my head, so I didn't knock my stitches. Santana handed me the painkillers and the water to follow after them. I did as I was instructed before being helped in bed by Santana. I watched as she picked up my clothes and left the room with them.

When she came back, Santana smiled softly at me, "My Mum said she'd wash them and have them ready for you in the morning."

I was overwhelmed by Santana and her family's kindness, "Thank you."

Santana smiled at me before making her way over and get into bed. To my surprise, she snuggled up to me, being careful not to hurt me. I slowly wrapped my arms around her, surprised how nice it felt.

We laid in silence for a while until Santana broke it, "Kurt you promised me you'd tell me what happened."

I took a deep breath, "I will. When I start, can you not interrupt me? I just want to get it out. Also can you tell me what happened with you and how you found me?"

Santana nodded, "Of course I will. And I won't interrupt you."

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, "As you know Blaine dumped me," God that felt like it was years ago, "I was obviously upset at home and at dinner, Dad was in a mood and he ended up yelling at me and swearing at me. I know it was a bit extreme to run away but I was just so upset and felt so unloved. I just ran and ran, not knowing where I was going. I eventually stopped, just collapsed somewhere. I knew someone coming and it turned out to be Sebastian. He asked me if I was all right and I tried to tell him to go away. He was nice, which freaked me out, and put his jacket round me to warm me up. He asked me to go to Scandals with him to cheer me up. He wasn't going to leave me out in the cold on my own with no phone or anything. We went to Scandals and started drinking. It was karaoke night and Sebastian signed me up. I sang 'Titanium' and everyone loved it. The manager asked me to become a fulltime singer at Scandals then tried to flirt with me, slipping his number into my pocket. I went back to Sebastian and we chatted for a bit, before he asked me to dance. We danced for a little while until 'Teenage Dream' came on. It's the song... Blaine sang to me when I first met him nearly two years ago. I ran out, feeling upset. Sebastian chased me and asked me to talk to a friend. I basically screamed at him, telling me he wasn't my friend. I complained my life sucked and Blaine... doesn't love me. Sebastian said that was good as he loved me. I didn't know what to do. I asked him to explain and he did, saying our bitchy banter ignited a fire inside him. I tried to turn him down but he wouldn't listen. I said to talk about this when he's sober but he wouldn't listen. I told him I still loved... Blaine and next thing I know, he's kissing me. I pushed him off and yelled at him then he suddenly lunged for me, knocking us both to the ground. I tried to push him off, I swear I tried, but he was too strong and was holding my wrists. That's why I have those bruises. I kept fighting back but it was no use. Eventually I bit down on Sebastian's hand and used my free hand to punch him in the face before kneeing him in the balls. I pushed him off me and ran away, straight into the path of a car and narrowly avoided getting hit by a car. I started running again, not knowing where I was going. I started thinking of all the shit in my life and how unfair it is. I stopped running as I felt dizzy and sick. I threw up a lot, sat down and cried then you called my name. That's my night."

Santana just stared at me in horror, "Oh my God! You poor poor boy!"

I hadn't realised I had tears trailing down my cheek as I retold the events of the past evening. I quickly wrapped them away with my hands and slowly wrapped my arms around Santana again.

Santana looked upset herself, "I can't believe that happened to you. Oh Kurt, you poor boy! I got a phone call from Finn. He was frantically asking if I had seen you. I was with Brittany. We were both worried. This was about ten. Apparently you had already been missing around three hours and no one knew where you were. Your Dad..."

I gestured for her to continue and she sighed, "I went to your house with Brit to find out what was going on. Your Dad, your step-mum, Frankenteen, Berry, the Hobbit, Trouty Mouth, Puck were all there, completely freaking out. Finn explained what had happened, how you had just bolted out the door, how he had chased after you, lost you, driven around looking for you and how he couldn't find you. Your Dad called Blaine but he hadn't seen you. Seriously Kurt, Blaine was freaking out and crying so much. Well pretty much everyone was. No one could find you. I sent Brit home to search in her house with Lord Tubbington; it was better that way. We called the rest of the New Directions and everyone was out looking for you. Mr Schue was as well, even Coach Sylvester! Look Kurt, I'm not going to repeat this but we will love you and were terrified that something bad had happened. It's clearly evident that it did. It was pure luck I was driving along when I did. I took a different route home and suddenly I see a boy sitting on a bench sobbing his eyes out at twenty past three in the morning. I had to take a chance and thankfully it was you. I'm so glad you've been found otherwise I don't think I'd be sleeping tonight."

I leaned down and placed a kiss on Santana's forehead, "I love you too Santana. Thank you for everything. It's so overwhelming and I really appreciate. I'm glad I'm in the warm, rather than still out there. I probably would have passed out somewhere along the line from the alcohol and the pain I was in."

Santana just snuggled into my chest, "Let's not think about that. You're here and safe. Tomorrow everyone else will see you're safe... well later today. Are you going to go to school?"

I nodded, "I think I will. Even if it's just to make an appearance before heading home to sleep some more. I suppose we'd better get to sleep. What's the time?"

Santana glanced at her phone, "It's half four. Shit we have to be up in less than four hours. I know you take time to get ready but seriously, if we want more sleep, there's no messing around with your hair and face tomorrow. Well you won't be able to do much with your face, considering that your face is covered in either stitches or cuts. Anyway Porcelain shut up and go to sleep. Love you."

"Love you too Santana. Night," I replied, letting my eye close.

I thought Santana had fallen asleep but suddenly she spoke, "If you tell anyone what I said and that I snuggled up with you, I will crush your balls. Understand Hummel?!"

I just rolled my eyes and kissed Santana's forehead before closing my eyes again and trying to fall asleep.