“Kurt, is everything okay?” Finn asked softly as he walked his stepbrother home. When he went to pick him up, Kurt was sitting in the book area on his own, a book on his lap but Finn could tell that the boy holding the book wasn’t paying any attention to the words on the page. When Kurt had seen Finn he had jumped up and rushed over to him, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

Kurt looked up at his big brother and shrugged. He couldn’t describe what was going through his head, everything was so messed up in there. Finn rubbed his back softly, and Kurt leaned against it. The little touch made him feel better. “Whatever it is, we can talk about it at home yeah?” Kurt nodded, he didn’t know how to talk about it.

During his session with Danny, Kurt hadn’t said anything at all. But Danny had expected that, he had seen the way Kurt reacted when he saw the word scarred into Blaine’s back. He didn’t push him into talking and spent most of the hour sitting in silence. “I’m feeling tired Finn. Do you think I can have a nap when we get home?”

“Course little man.” Finn smiled. “On the sofa while watching a movie?”

“That sounds nice.” Kurt whispered, he just felt like shutting his eyes would be good for him right now. He was glad that Finn had said he could.

“I’m worried,” Finn sighed later as he watched Kurt sleep on the sofa. The minute he had gotten in he’d gone down to his bedroom, grabbed his favourite comforter and then trudged back upstairs, put the television on and closed his eyes. “It’s as though he’s forcing his body to sleep.” Finn whispered to his Mom who was watching the younger boy with sad eyes.

“Did anything happen?” Carol asked. “At the centre?”

“Sean said that he saw Blaine was hurt today.” Finn said, thinking back to what the blond had said. “He said that might have triggered something in Kurt’s memories, but he said he couldn’t tell us exactly what Kurt saw without going against the confidentiality thing.” Finn sighed in frustration.

“That’s understandable, Finn.” Carol said squeezing her son's arm. “Blaine’s the only person there that Kurt feels anything for. Seeing him hurt, it’s probably hurt him too. Even when Kurt wasn’t regressed, seeing his friends hurt was like him being hurt too. He’s compassionate and he’d do anything for his friends, that hasn’t changed.”

“Maybe.” Finn looked down. “I just want him better, Mom.” He blinked away the tears he was holding. “We were just starting to get really close and now...”

“You’re still close.” Carol says engulfing her son into a large hug. “I see the way he looks at you now. You’re truly his big brother, his best friend.”

“I am?” Finn asked weakly.

“You are.” Carol rubbed his back. “Now, you have homework to do. When Burt gets in from the garage I’ll let him know your concerns okay?” Finn nodded, he kissed his mom's cheek before walking out and back into the living room, where he sat and started on some homework.

Kurt woke up with a start. His head was aching and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep, but he didn’t like what he saw when he closed his eyes. Blaine’s back was the main picture in his head. The horrible letters scarred on his perfect skin forever. He rubbed his eyes, frowning when his hands came back wet. He was crying. Hearing the sobs of his brother, Finn turned around and jumped up quickly.

“Kurt? Did you have a nightmare?” Finn asked, pulling his little brother onto his lap.

“I think so.” Kurt sniffled, burying his head in Finn's chest. “It was just pictures and sounds, and Blaine’s back.”

“What was on his back, Kurt?” Finn asked softly, rubbing his cheek.

“I don’t know what it means, but it was horrible, and his skin looked soft and pretty at the top and then it went angry and red and it was...I don’t want to see it anymore when I close my eyes.” Kurt sobbed. “And he didn’t smile at me.”

“Who didn’t?” Finn frowned.

“Blaine.” Kurt sobbed harder. “When I spilt the paint on him he didn’t like it, and he had to get changed, and then i saw his back, and then his dad came early, and he sat with Sean while he was waiting to go home and he didn’t look at me. Or smile. And i didn’t get a hug goodbye from my best friend.”

Finn sighed, maybe that was what was bothering him? He rubbed his back softly. “You’ll see him tomorrow, it will be better.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday. So I wont.” Kurt cried.

“Well... How about we go to the park?” Finn asked.

“The park?” Kurt sniffled looking up at him.

“The big park.” Finn nodded, his eyes widening trying to show excitement that he couldn’t quite muster.

“Okay.” Kurt whispered. “I’d like that.”

“Then we’ll go.” Finn smiled combing through Kurt's hair with his fingers.

“Finn?” Kurt whispered, his hand playing with the corners of Finn's shirt.

“Yeah?”

“What’s a faggy lamp?”

At that question Finn knew what was written on Blaine’s back, and he had no idea how to answer that question. Seeing the word on Blaine’s back was bringing back Kurt’s memories, and he hated that the first horrible memory was about him.