"Don't crowd him, don't crowd him." Burt laughed as Carol and Finn ran towards Kurt. Both he and Blaine had to move quickly once Carol and Finn had arrived at Kurt's bed room door because the giant Finn had practically thrown himself at his younger brother.

Kurt had patted his shoulder in a confused and shocked manner. He looked completely lost in the boys embrace.

"You.. you... Kurt."

"Take a breath Finn." Carol said walking over and stroking both her son's and step son's hair.

"I .. I love you man."

Kurt buried his head into Finn's shoulder. There were more tears. Blaine found himself taking a step backwards towards the door he felt as if he shouldn't be there, watching Kurt's family holding him.

He slipped out the door and took a deep breathe. Kurt was back, he was talking again. But Blaine knew that the troubles were far from over. Now with Kurt talking and looking at him he was forced to think about what would come next. Kurt had been raped. That was an abstract thought twenty minutes ago but it was now coming down on him. His boyfriend had been raped and now he was in a state where he could remember it and speak about it. He could tell them who had hurt him. But he could tell Blaine the truth about all the horrible things he had been imagining. He closed his eyes, he didn't know if he could handle this. He loved Kurt more than anything and that caused him to want to be brave and able to look after Kurt however he needed to be looked after. Unfortunately him loving Kurt so much made it so much more painful to think that he had been hurt.

He jumped when he felt a hand on his arm. It was Carol, she was looking worried.

" You alright Hun?"

"Yeah, yeah, glad Kurt's back."

Carol nodded.

"I was going to make Kurt some food, he asked for pasta. Would you like some?"

Blaine nodded.

"Can I help?"

Carol looked slightly more confused but she nodded.

"Okay. Come on."

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The phone rang and Burt sighed. It stopped after a moment and Burt sighed. He was happy sat with his son's even though they weren't doing much except taking it at turns to hug Kurt, to cry and to mutter apologies and words of support.

"Burt." Carole called upstairs. "It's the garage. Do you want me to tell them to call you back?"

Burt was about to say yes when he caught Finn's eye. It was obvious he wanted some alone time with his little brother.

"I'll be right down." Burt shouted. He touched Kurt's shoulder one last time reminding himself that he was there.

"I'll see you in a minute kiddo. Okay?"

"Yeah Dad." Kurt replied.

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Finn watched Burt walk away he waited till the door was closed to turn to Kurt.

"What did you think you were doing?"

Kurt looked at him with wide tired eyes. Finn knew he was hurting, he got it. But to do what he had done, what had he been thinking he had caused so many people so much pain.

"Finn I'm sorry, I didn't... I... I just wanted it all to stop."

"All what? All your friends? Blaine? Mom? Your dad? Me? You wanted all of that to stop."

"No, the.." Kurt shook his head.

"He found you Kurt, Blaine found you."

Kurt looked up with wide blue eyes his face absolutely aghast.

"What?"

"He found you in the shower. Think about how that felt for him. He didn't know that anything was wrong. None of us did, why didn't you tell us?"

"He said.."

They both shut up as the door opened. Burt looked in.

"Sorry boys that was just... Kurt, is something the matter?"

"I.. I've made so many mistakes Dad. I've hurt so many people; I don't know how to put it right. I don't know what to do."

Finn moved out of the way as Burt sat down to hug Kurt.

"It's okay, we're all just so glad that you're still with us."

"But Blaine, Dad."

"Blaine's happy too."

"No Dad, he.. he found me."

Finn watched as Burt turned to look at him with cold accusing eyes.

"What? I think he ought to know how selfish he's been."

"Finn, get out."

"But..."

" I know you're angry but this isn't the way to deal with it."

"He's right Dad."

"There are different sorts of right Kurt. You think Blaine's upset because he found you like that, well yeah he is. But don't you think he's glad as well. Don't you think that we're all so lad that he found you before.." Burt's voice cracked and he looked down.

"We all love you. We're all trying to understand, but for now you just get better and when you're ready to tell us then we'll all be here to listen."

Kurt nodded dumbly.

Finn went downstairs into the kitchen where he saw Blaine and his mother cooking.

"I'm going for a drive."

His Mom turned around looking surprised.

"Dinners going to be ready in twenty minutes."

"I'm not hungry."

"Finn what's wrong?"

He heard her take several steps toward him as he turned his back to walk out. No, he couldn't just walk out and leave, he was angry he turned back around to look at them.

"Nothing I am doing is right! I don't know how to act! T's not like anybody ever prepared me for this."

"None of us were prepared for this Sweetie."

"But you all knew what to do. Blaine knew to try stopping the bleeding; Burt knew to call the ambulance. You know how to get him to eat, what do I know? Nothing!"

"I know this is a very confusing situation for you. It's confusing for all of us Finn but it's all alright."

"No it's not." Finn said stalking out the door. He needed to drive. He needed to be alone.

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"Hey beautiful, I brought you pasta." Blaine said. He was trying his best to act like everything was alright. To not show Kurt how much his emotions were spinning around like a tornado inside him.

Kurt sat up hugging his knee to his chest.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that Kurt. We... we all forgive you."

"Finn doesn't."

"What has he said?"

Kurt shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. " He smoothed his legs down and Blaine put the trey on his legs before sitting on the edge of the bed himself.

"Try some it's delicious."

"Please don't."

"Please don't what?"

"Pretend like everything's okay."

Blaine sighed and looked down at his hands.

"I.. who.." Blaine shook his head. No, it wasn't time for that yet. "Okay, Carol is going to sleep in here tonight?"

"What? Why?" Kurt said taking a bite of his pasta.

"Because you're on suicide watch. You asked me to stop pretending that everything is alright."

"Suicide watch.. but.. "

"Have you not noticed that you've had other people sat in your room all week?"

"Week? How long..." Kurt looked down confused and Blaine immediately felt the need to put his arm around him to comfort him.

"Hey it's alright. You were in the hospital for three days remember?"

"Kind of."

"And then you came back here, that was four days ago. It's now Thursday."

"Thursday?"

Kurt looked completely lost.

"Yeah."

Blaine looked down at the bed throw. Kurt had obviously been completely somewhere else all this time, he had no idea that Blaine had been sat by his bed talking to him.

"Want.. want me to fill you in on what's been happening at school this week?" Blaine asked trying to be nonchalant.

"Who knows?"

Blaine took a deep breath.

"Rachel, it was Finn who told her but not about the rape. Everybody else from school just thinks you're sick."

The silence was so full of tension that Blaine was forced to look up. Kurt's eyes were wide.

"What?"

Kurt closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his wall.

"Kurt what? What did I say?"

Then it struck him, he'd said rape. Nobody had acknowledged it yet. Though they had all danced around it nobody had outright told Kurt that they knew what happened to him.

Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Kurt shook his head as thick tears started to run down his face.

"No."

Blaine stroked his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand. He knew there was nothing to say, nothing to do but wait and eventually Kurt opened his water blue eye and looked at him.

"I just want for it to never have happened. To go back in time and just to be happy like I was at the competition singing on that stage with you and Mercedes. But it's not going to happen is it? It's never going to go back to that. I'm always going to remember." He lifted his thickly bandaged arms. "And I'm always going to have these to show everybody just how damaged I am."

"Kurt." Blaine's chest felt tight as tears ran down his own cheeks. "I.. everything.."

"Don't tell me everything's going to be alright Blaine."

"Can.. " Blaine had to take a couple of deep breathes because he was crying to hard to get the words out. "Can I hold you?"

Kurt looked over to him, his eyes that had been hard seconds before softened. He rested his palm on Blaine's cheek and brushed away some of the tears.

"Blaine. I'm sorry, I'm always going to be broken. You'll be better off with somebody else."

"NO." Blaine said fiercely looking up. "I don't believe that. I don't accept that. I love you and even if you were broken into a thousand parts, which your not, and I only got to keep one single part of you it would be enough. It would be batter than anybody else. Because you are the only one for me Kurt. Don't you remember that? He's not taken that away from us Kurt. Nobody is going to take this away form us. You told me that once, remember, at prom."

Kurt was silent. He turned away from him.

"All I want is to hold you." Blaine said. He felt so much longing to just hold Kurt, to never let go, to tell him that he was still worth it and they were still going to have a future together.

"Okay." Kurt finally said.

They placed the tray on the floor and Blaine stretched out next to Kurt and held his arms open letting Kurt choose the position he was most comfortable with. Kurt laid down next to him. Their shoulders touched. Blaine felt disappointed but then felt fingers tapping at his palm. He opened it and felt Kurt squeeze his hand. It was enough. Anything Kurt would offer him in that moment was enough.