Kurt's POV:

I flinch as the door closes loudly. "Sorry about that," a doctor says as he walks towards me. "Hi, Kurt, I'm Doctor Ryan Smith. I'll be taking care of you while you're here."

I hope I'm not here long. I hate hospitals, and for good reason! I was stuck in one for days with doctors telling me 'Mommy will get better don't worry.' They lied; she never did get better. And then my dad had a heart attack and I had to sit in one and wait for him to die, just like my mother. Except he did get better. Plus, I was dying to feel the relief of the blade, slicing through my skin, making the pale white of it speckled with the red of my beautiful blood.

"So, let's take a look, shall we?" Dr. Smith says, snapping on gloves. I shudder. I don't want anyone to 'have a look.' Dr. Smith starts to pull up the hospital gown that was given to me. No, no no, my mind shouts at me. I pull my knees to my chest, restricting him further access. He sighs. "Kurt, if you don't let me see, I can't help you."

I let out a shaky breath. "C-could I maybe have a, um, a female d-doctor?"

"Oh, of course! The nurses should have scheduled you for a female doctor. I should have known you'd be uncomfortable with a man. I'll get Dr. Reynolds in right away." I sigh in relief. I know I wouldn't have been able to tolerate Dr. Smith doing 'that.'

I wait a few minutes before I see and African American woman with delicate features walk through the door. She smiles at me invitingly. "Hello, Kurt." She has a welcoming, melodic voice, and I can tell I'll like her. "I'm Dr. Ann Reynolds, you can call me Ann, Dr. A, whatever. I know you won't be staying here long, probably just one night, but knowing that won't make this any more enjoyable for you. I'm really sorry, but we'll have to start the examination now. We need to know the damage done to your body," Ann looks at me sympathetically. "I'm really, really sorry. I must do this, Kurt. It's protocol. Can you please lift up your gown?"

I grimace. Don't worry. She won't hurt me, she won't hurt me, she won't hurt me, I think on repeat, lifting up my gown, allowing her to see my most vulnerable body parts.

"Could you turn over, Kurt?" She asks, relaying care and sympathy in her voice. I turn over, and she spreads my legs apart just so she has enough room to suit her purposes. I feel grateful because the distance between my legs isn't nearly as much as what he made it be. I still whimper quietly, though, and hear Ann let out a small 'Sorry.'

"Well, I can see some bruising outside your anus, and there will probably be slightly worse internal ones. I will have to touch you, Kurt, but I will be significantly gentler than..." She lets her voice trail off, but I know who she's talking about.

I feel a gloved finger touch my ass and tense up. I whimper and hiss in pain. "Holy shit, that hurts." The finger is gone after that. I look up at Ann questioningly and she has tears in her eyes. I wonder if she gets this emotional with all of her patients, I think.

I'm really sorry for what I have to do next, Kurt," She says.

"Do it," I say, tears welling up in my eyes. I know I'm too weak to take it, but I know that if I look brave it will help Ann get through this and it'll be done quicker.

"Okay..." Ann says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But neither of us is going to like it." I feel her finger graze my asshole again, but instead of just staying there, she sticks in my ass.

I yell out in intense pain and all of a sudden I'm back there, in the bathroom, with Karofsky fucking me mercilessly. "Please, NO!" I scream, trying to move away from his vicelike grip. "Anything, please, I'll do anything to make you stop! Please!" I try to beg, but he just keeps going, thrusting in and out, only paying my ass the attention I don't want. "Please, STOP! I don't want this, NO!" I start crying and I know there's nothing I can do to-

"Kurt, Kurt. Stop, shh, honey, it's okay. It's done, okay? I'm not doing anything anymore." I pull away from my flashback and look up at Ann, looking down at me with concern. "Honey, there's on more thing I have to do. I need to get pictures for evidence."

"O-okay," I say, my voice laced with fright.

"Don't worry, it's not as back as anything you went through before. Much smaller than even my finger," Ann says, reassuringly. Then, I feel a wierd, metal device against my ass. Ann was right, it is much smaller, but it feels odd and unwelcome inside of me. It's cold, and I don't like it. It doesn't hurt to bad, just a slight ache because of it's size, which I am grateful for. Then, I feel a wierd vibration in my ass. Now, that hurts like hell. "Oww!" I exclaim, tensing on the intrusion. I feel it pull out of me and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Then, I feel Ann wipe my ass with a cloth and look up. I see a mess of blood and dry come (his come) on the towel and start crying again. Ann turns me over, covers me with the bed sheets, kisses me on the forehead and says, "I'm so sorry, sweetie. Things will get better, I promise."

Blaine's POV:

I see Burt and Carole sitting outside of Kurt's room. Carole's face is pink and her eyes are puffy from crying. Burt looks angry. Really angry. I hear whimpers coming from inside the room and know Kurt's the one making them. I sit down beside Carole before a woman comes out of Kurt's room carrying a wierd metal device and a bloody towel in a bag. That's Kurt's blood. My poor perfect Kurt. That's his blood. It should be mine, I think, and start crying. I look at the woman, who gives me a sympathetic look back.

She walkes up to us and puts her hand in front of Burt. He shakes it and then she does the same with Carole and then me. She introduces herself as Dr. Ann Reynolds but told us we could call her Ann or Dr. Ann, or whatever we want that doesn't stray far from her real name.

"So, you probably want to hear about your son and... brother?" She says looking at me, questioningly.

"Boyfriend," I correct her. She gives me another sympthetic look and then nods.

"Well, before I start, I'm going to say that I think you have a remarkably strong son. Kurt is incredibly brave and I myself look up to him. I'm giving you my number, so if any of you need to talk, just call. Now, about the physical damage to your son. He has minor external bruising of the anus," I flinch at the word. "And major internal bruising. I'm prescribing some pain medications and anti-depression meds as it's obvious he's been self-mutilating. For the emotional pain, I recommend him seeing Cythia Philips, a counseler I know very well. I recommend he go to her twice a week until Cythia says something about making it once, and then eventually none. We will be keeping him on twelve hour suicide watch because of his self-mutilation. As for the things I'm carrying right now, all of them contain evidence of the boy's crime against Kurt. This towel has the boy's semen on it as well as Kurt's blood, and this," Ann holds up the wierd metal thing. "Contains pictures of Kurt's internal damage. I also have evidence of the external damage as well. The police station will recieve these once examined by the hospital. Thank you so much for supporting your son throughout all of this and for who he is. You all may go see him now, if you wish."

"Thank you so much," Carole says. I let out a shaky breath. This is it, I think, as I walk into the room behind Burt and Carole. Kurt's laying on his bed, wearing a hospital gown; I know he must really be injured, physically and emotionally, if he allows that to be worn by him.

His face. Oh, God, his beautiful face, is now red from crying. I see purple bruises in the shape of fingers across his cheek and more along his neck. I see some of them are bite marks and want to punch something.

What gave Karofsky, that bastard, the right to do that to my perfect Kurt?

"Blaine?" I hear Kurt question from his bed, breaking me out of my stupor. I realize that I've been standing in the same spot for at least five minutes. I'm able to get my feet, which felt glued to the spot, to move to Kurt's bed. I pull up a chair on the opposite side of Burt and Carole and sit down. I don't touch Kurt, not even to hold his hand, in case he doesn't want it.

Burt's the first to talk. "So, bud, how are ya feelin'?"

"Hurt, used, violated. Angry," Kurt replies, voice cracking on the last words.

"It's perfectly fine for you to be angry at Karosky, Kurt. What he did to yo-" Carole starts, but Kurt interrupts.

"I'm not angray at Karofsky," He says.

"WHAT?!" Burt and I exclaim at the same time.

"I'm angry at myself. Because I deserved it."

"No one, especially you. deserves what Karof-"

"Yes I did, Blaine. I deserved everything he gave me. Because I'm a cheap, dirty whore, who only deserves to be fucked. I'm just a fag who happens to be lucky enough to have had someone willing to do to me what every good slut does, get fucked. I mean, if I didn't deserve it for being a whore, I did because I'm a fucking fairy, who's going to hell. I wouldn't be surprised, Blaine, if you walked out of here right now because you realize I'be been used, that I'm only damaged go-"

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY YOU'RE DAMAGED GOODS, KURT HUMMEL!" I shout at him. "You are not a whore or a slut! Your only purpose is not to 'get fucked!' You are not going to hell and your most definitely not damaged goods because of what that bastard did to you! Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you are the most beautiful, kind, caring, interesting, smart, funny, and un-slutty person I've ever met. No one should have to go through what you've had to go through. Sex is supposed to be consentual on both sides of two loving people, not what Karofsky, "I spit the name out with as much hate as possible on my tongue, "did to you, Kurt. You are fucking phenomenal and don't you ever forget it. I love you more than I love air. No- I love you more than I love bowties.";

By the end of my speech, both Kurt and Carole are crying. Kurt throws his upper body into me. "I l-love you, too," He says between sobs. "So you still want me?"

"Of course I still want you, baby. I will never stop loving you."

We btoh pull apart from the hug as Burt starts talking. "So, I wanted to talk about your cutting, Kurt."

Kurt tenses. "Yeah?"

"You can't do it anymore. I'm not letting you have any sharp objects, not even a butter knife at dinner."

"No, dad, please don't take it away! I need to cut, you don't understand! Cutting is what makes me perfect, what makes me strong!" Kurt argues, tears in his eyes.

"Kurt, I'm helping you. Cutting doesn't make you strong, it hurts you and other around you," Burt says, trying to reason with his son.

"But, dad! Cutting helps me get through everything! I do it when..." Kurt doesn't finish his sentence.

"When what, Kurt?" Burt asks, getting frustrated.

"When I have nightmares," Kurt replies, in a small voice, curling in on himself.

Burt gets less tense, and says, "Well, what can stop you from having nightmares?"

"I-I don't know, dad, I-I'm sorry."

"Um, Burt, sir," I say, turning on the charm, calling him sir like back when I first met him. "Um, I think it might help Kurt if I slept near him. It... it doesn't have to be in the same bed, just the same room, so I can comfort him after he has a nightmare. And, um, I don't think my parents will mind because they're in Florida for work right now..."

"Would that help you, Kurt?" Burt asks his son. I'm surprised because I didn't think he would actually let me stay with the family.

Kurt only nods meekly, but it still makes me smile slightly. "Okay then," Burt says, "How about we get your stuff tommorrow when Kurt gets released, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," I say. Then, I hear the door open and close very loudly. Kurt flinches and whimpers. "Shh, honey. It's okay." I turn to look at who it was that was at the door. It was only Finn, eating a sandwhich.

"Sorry," He says, mouth full.

"It's okay, Finn. How about you just... sit down over here," I say, pulling up another chair next to me.

"Okay." He sits down and then looks at Kurt. "Dude, what happened to your arms?" He asks, gawking at the scars and cuts along Kurt's arms and wrists.

Kurt tenses again and I see a tear fall out of his eyes. "Finn!" I hear Carole scold the boy and then explain to him why Kurt had his arm injuries.

"Oh, my, God, man. I'm so sorry," Finn says, actually looking solemnly sorry.

"I-it's okay," Kurt says, sitting up more. "Hey, um, how about you and Carole and Finn go down to get some dinner from the cafeteria? I know Finn already has his, but maybe you could get me some?"

"Oh, uh, yeah sure, what do you want?" Finn says, looking surprised that his step-brother trusted him in getting him food.

"Just a salad, okay?" Kurt says.

"What about Blaine?" Burt asks, getting up from his seat.

"Can I, um, talk alone with Blaine?" Kurt says. I wonder what he wants to talk about, but I don't say anything yet.

"Oh, okay. Well, um, see ya later, Kurt. Blaine," Burt says as he, Carole, and Finn exit the room.

"So," I say, turning to Kurt, "What did you wanna talk about?"

"I, um, I was wondering if, you, um..." Kurt says, not looking at me.

"Kurt, you can ask me anything, tell me anything. I love you," I say, looking at him with all the love my heart has to offer him, even though he wasn't looking.

"I want you to kiss me." I'm taken back by his request, as I expected him to not want to kiss me for at least a week, maybe more. "I just... I need to feel something, something other than his lips on mine. I feel like they're tainted right now, with bad, with him. I want to replace the bad memories of him kissing me with good ones."

"That makes sense. Okay, well, um..." I say, awkwardly. I lean in slowly, waiting for Kurt to do or say anything that displays him not wanting me to do this. Soon enough, our lips our touching. I feel the usual sparks whenever I kiss him, but this time there's something more in the kiss. I feel, if possible, more love put into the kiss, by me and by Kurt.

At first, Kurt doesn't respond to the kiss, but then, he's kissing me back hungrily, eager for more. When I feel his tongue against my bottom lip i don't hesitate to give him entrance, but soon I pull back, knowing that what we did was perfectly enough for Kurt. He looks surprised at how he responded to the kiss, but also happy. Truly, genuinely happy. I feel pride in my heart for knowing that I did that to Kurt.

"Thank you," He says. "That was perfect."

"I love you," I say.

"I love you, too."

Soon, Finn, Carole, and Burt are back with food. After eating dinner, a nurse comes in the room and says visiting hours are over. Reluctantly, I get up to leave.

"Blaine, will you kiss me again?" I hear Kurt ask from his bed. I see Burt give Kurt a surprised look and smile. I walk over and kiss him sweetly on the lips before. "Love you," He says afterwards.

"I love you, too," I say. "You sure you're gonna be okay tonight?" Kurt nods and I walk out the door.

Burt, Carole, and I decided that it would just be easier for me to stay at the Hudmels house tonight so that we could all drive to the hospital tommorrow together and save me the hassle of driving. Once I settle in bed (Kurt's bed, might I add,) I quickly fall asleep, but not before I register the feeling that something is wrong that's lodged tight in my stomach.

Rrring! Rrring! Rrring! The distinct sound of a telephone ringing wakes me from my slumber, and I'm quickly wide awake. The sense that something is wrong is still present, but this time it's more intense, stabbing me in the gut instead of just resting there. I hear Burt get up from his bed.

"Somebody better be dying," He says. Then, I hear him mumbling into the phone. His tired voice soon turns to worry. I quickly get paranoid and get up to see what's happening.

"Yes, I'll be right over. Thank you, doctor," I hear Burt finish the call, a sense of urgency in his voice. I immediately start worrying and walk over to him.

"What's wrong? Is it Kurt? Oh, my God, it's Kurt. Shit, shit, shit," I say, not letting Burt get a word in. I have this thought in the back of my head that it's not Kurt, maybe it's some other doctor calling in the middle of the night, not Kurt's, but I know that's not the case.

Burt looks at me with worry in his eyes. "He was having a nightmare. They heard him screaming all the way from the nurses' station. When they got to him, he started having a panic attack. They need someone there right away." I barely listen to Burt after my mind registers that Kurt was having a nightmare. All I could think was, Go there, help him, don't let him down, go, go, go.

"Please, Burt, can I go?" I ask him. I know tears are threatening to fall from my eyes, but they're the least of my worries right now. Burt sighs.

"I suppose. Let me drive you," Burt responds. I envelope him in a quick hug before rushing out the door and into his car.

A nurse opens the door to Kurt's room for me. "Dr. Reynolds is in there now, trying to calm him down."

I walk in and see Dr. A (that's what I had taken to calling her) sitting down in the chair Burt was sitting in earlier. She was saying things to Kurt. Oh, Kurt. He was hyperventilating and tears were streaming from his eyes, which were bloodred and puffy. He was kicking his feet, tangled in a mess of his sheets, saying, "No, please, don't hurt me. I'll do anything, just stop!" My heart instantly broke for him in that moment.

"Blaine, oh, thank goodness you're here," Dr. A says from his bed. "I'm trying to calm him down without having to use any medicine that would keep him here longer. Can you just go over there and talk to him, mutter words of encouragement and love?"

I do as she says and sit in the chair I was in earlier. "Hey, Kurt. It's Blaine. Look at me, love. Snap out of this. No one's hurting you, you're just having a nightmare. C'mon, Kurt, I know you can do this. You're so strong and beautiful, Kurt." The sound of my voice seems to calm Kurt down as he quickly stops hyperventilating. He sheds the last of his tears and is now just hiccuping every once in a while. He throws his arms around me.

"Blaine," He says. "Thank you so much. I love you."

"I love you too, dear."

"Um, sorry to interrupt boys, but, Kurt, you should get back to sleep, okay? Blaine can stay here, if you'd like," Dr. A says, standing up. "You got out of that so well, Kurt. You're so strong." Then she exits the room.

"Do you want me to stay?" I ask Kurt. He nods, and I make a makeshift bed with two chairs. It's not much, but it'll do.

"Oh, don't be silly, Blaine," Kurt says, scooting over. "Come sleep in the bed." He pats the spot next to him and i don't hesitate to get in. I wrap my arms around him and he buries himself in me. He sighs contentedly.

I don't fall asleep until I make sure the steady rise and fall of his chest is one of a peaceful sleep.