Blaine's apartment was amazing. It was such a big step from my old living arrangements, where I use to live with old blankets, rooms that reeked of beer and dirt, a TV that was so old you had to watch the shows in between a big black line running down the screen every few seconds, My kitchen use to be empty and only stocked with enough food to feed him and I got what he didn't eat.

Now the blankets on my bed are soft, clean and new, all the rooms I've been in are kept organized everything has a place and it looks great, Blaine's TV was the best not only did he let me choose what we watched but the screen was clear; no lines. Than there's the kitchen, He has so much food and he lets me eat whatever I want whenever I want it.

I'm still not use to this though I've now been here for three days and we don't say much but I know the questions are coming soon and I'm trying to prepare myself on how to answer them. I'm scared to say the wrong thing, what if he kicks me out? I know I can't stay here for long but I like it here and I don't want to make him mad. I owe him so much, he saved my life.

I'm usually good at reading people, but Kurt is different. He has been here for three days and I still don't know what he thinks. He acts like hes still scared and I want to know why. Everything I say to him seems to shock him in some way.

Take yesterday for example, I was working on my lesson plans for next week when Kurt comes into the living room. He was wearing my over sized clothes and I couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked in room. I had been watching TV but soon got bored since there is never anything good on. I was setting at my desk surrounded my papers when he stopped in the middle of the living room and just looked at the TV which was than playing a rerun of a CSI episode. I looked at him trying to figure him out but soon gave up. "Kurt what are you doing?" I asked turning around my chair to face him.

"The TV" That's all he said as he continued to watch the show as it switched to a commercial.

"The remote is on the couch watch what you want, good luck finding something good though" I say with a sigh not being able to believe I'm choosing work over watching TV.

"Really?"  He asked and looked at me like I had two heads or a worm coming out of my ear or something.

"Sure" I replied and he quickly started scanning through the channels as he sets down on the floor.

I didn't know what to say, why was he setting on the floor?

"Kurt you do know I have a couch right, and two chairs?" I ask pointing to each piece of furniture as I spoke.

"Oh... I just..." He quickly moved to set on one of the chairs closest to the TV.

I didn't bring it up again.

"Kurt, can I ask you something?" Blaine asks as were eating dinner.
I look up at him knowing what he's going to say. I just nod.

"I-I just wanted to ask a few questions... you know get to know you better?" He says as he takes a bite of his steak.

"Sure" I reply picking at my food; all of a sudden I'm not so hungry anymore.

"Well how old are you?" He asks and I sigh these kinds of questions I can deal with.

"I'm 22" I say starting to eat again slowly.

I could tell Kurt got nervous when I started to ask him questions  so I decided to go slow, I started with his age and by the time dinner was over I had learned his favorite color is blue, He was from Lima, Ohio, He moved to New York when he was 18 to attend college but soon dropped out, He was unemployed but loves music and Broadway, He got to sing on the set of wicked when he was in high school but never has seen a actual Broadway performance in person.

I learn a few other small facts about him nothing too big or personal, I know he's not ready for that and I'm not going to push him I can tell how sensitive he is to certain subjects.

"Stop that" The lady on the TV screams, were watching CSI and I can feel my brain turning trying to fight out the thoughts that keep creeping up inside of me.

The woman on the screen hits the floor hard and lets out a cry in pain.

"Please" She whispers.

"Please" I finally choke out of my dry mouth but he just laughs as tears start to run my cheeks burning the fresh cuts. I can feel my clothes sliding off my body and I lay on the floor of the kitchen. He does this all the time. We have never actually made love before. It's always a quick fuck when he's horny or like today a punishment for me dropping a plate on my way to the sink. I try to imagine someone being gentle and caring really making sure I'm okay as we have a romantic night together. I can feel him press inside me and I let out a scream. I should be use to the feeling by now but somehow it's not something I can just learn to live with.

"Please" I whisper my nails digging into the dirt caked onto the kitchen floor.

Kurt's face lost all expression as we watched TV. It was CSI a show Kurt seemed to enjoy the day before.

I can see him curling up on the couch his hands wrapping around his legs bringing them to his chest his head resting on the top of his knees as he slowly starts to rock back and forth.

"Please it hurts" I hear him mumble and my heart sinks, It's not like the dreams which I can keep telling myself are made up. This was a flashback, he's reliving something and it's nothing good.

"Stop" He yells and I can see his pants becoming wet with tears as he curls up into a tighter form.

"Kurt" I say putting my hand on his back rubbing slowly. I've learnt this clams him down quickly when he's having nightmares.  

I say his name over and over again in a soft voice soothing him out of whatever memory his is now in.

"Kurt, sweet heart" I say without really thinking about it, sweet heart? Really I've Known him for three days do I even have the right to call him that?

I can feel him start to calm down.

"Shhh its okay" I say softly my voice quite and soothing.

His eyes pop open and he looks up at me tears streaming down his face.

"Blaine?" He asks in a high pitched voice.

"I'm here" I say and for the first time he scoots closer to me wrapping his arms around me. I pull him close letting him cry into my shirt.

"Don't leave" He says in a strained voice as he continues to cry harder.

"Never" Is all I can get out as I wrap my arms around him my own tears fighting their way out of my eyes.