Blaine looked at him for a second. The mask always seemed to stay on with that boy. William had not known him for as long as the others. He had been glad to know that Kurt was no longer lonely and to have such an obviously talented boy join his team. But he didn't open up to him; his music was note perfect well choreographed and dynamic, but rarely did any of it show what he was feeling inside. He kept a smile on his face that did not slip and tried to be polite and enthusiastic all the time. In the last few days Will had really seen the falseness of the demeanour, the flickers of a frown when he thought nobody was looking. The slight pained look.

"Kurt, he's fine. Really pulling together now I'm going to get some homework for him later today so if you have anything you would.."

"Blaine." Will put his hand on the boys shoulder. "Come with me."

"I have .."

"I'll write a note excusing you from your next class."

"Okay..." Blaine was obviously not all that sure about coming into his office. Will pulled out a chair for him and gave him a small paper cup of water.

"Blaine..." Will sighed not knowing how to start this. " I know... I know Kurt was attacked."

Blaine looked at him open mouthed Will thought that he was going to put the mask back up but instead he crumbled. He let out a deep breath and callapsed back into his seat his hands coming up to his face.

"I don't know what it is you've been told Blaine, and I don't know what happened exactly either just that Kurt isn't ill and he was badly inured. So I don't know what to say to you but just know that I am here to help. You don't have to tell me anything but if you feel you need somebody to talk to I am here for you. I can keep things confidential, or if you like I can get Miss Pillsbury to talk to you."
"Told." Blaine laughed harshly. "I found him."

"Found him?" Will asked. "In the locker room?"

Blaine looked up his eyes flashing dark.

"Locker room?"

"I.. uh.." Will hesitated, the duties of a teacher were complicated. Sometimes how best to protect the kids in his care was not clear and many avoided getting close to their students. But Will didn't believe that he believed that he could best protect his students, at least some of them, the most vulnerable by being their friends. He did not know if he should tell Blaine what he had seen but then he was worried for Kurt and desperately wanted to know what had happened to him and it looked like Blaine really needed to get it off his chest.

"Sorry, It was just that the police were here at the weekend and it looked as if somebody had been attacked in the locker room."

"It was here?" Blaine visibly paled. "Somebody at the school." He muttered.

"Perhaps. You told me you found him, where did you find him Blaine?" Will pushed gently.

"In the shower."

"The shower?"

"The shower was on, I called out to him. We were meant to be going to the cinema but I had arrived early and we had time."

Will shook his head he didn't understand what he was saying, it was confused but then the boy was upset and probably confused.

Blaine went quiet.

"And then what happened?"

"I opened the door, there was blood everywhere." Blaine callapsed into a wave of full blown sobs. Will took a moment to let the words sink in; Kurt had been badly injured if there was really that much blood. Or there was the other option... shower.. no, not Kurt. Will got up and placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"Blaine I'm going to call Miss Pillsbury alright?"

Blaine looked up cheeks dripping with tears and face panicked.

"No, I'm alright. Really." He stood up as if to leave.

"No you're not." Will said. "Sit back down Blaine. You don't have to talk to me, you can just sit here if you need. But I get the feeling that you haven't had much time to get your thoughts together."

"I've been looking after Kurt."

"Of course you have, and you're really good at looking after Kurt. He's much more settled and confident in himself since he met you. He's less alone."

Blaine looked down.

"I don't know." He muttered.

"Well I do."

"Mr. Shuester..." Blaine started as if he was going to say something but then shook his head. He seemed so much younger than he usually did, for all their plans they were just children.

"It's okay." Will said. "Trust me Blaine."

"Kurt was raped."

The words took a long time to filter into Will's mind. He could not believe it, he found himself collapsing into his seat. Kurt, one of his students, raped. He knew these things happened but ... not Kurt. Not after everything he had already been through, not when he had always worked so hard and kept so honest and was just about to get where he wanted to go in life. Not another set back. Not something like this, not such a gross abuse of a person's rights and dignity and body. But he couldn't sit here and cry like he wanted to. Somebody who cared even more about Kurt was sat here in front of him, somebody who was going to be a lot more affected than him by this. He had to let Blaine talk.

"How do you feel?" He asked knowing that it was a loaded and inept question but it would let Blaine express himself at least a little.

Blaine shook his head.

"Angry, more angry than I've ever been, and more scared too."

"Scared?"

"I might loose him."

Will shook his head.

"I don't believe that."

"He doesn't want to be with me."

"He's confused and hurt, it might take him a while but he'll want you around again. He knows that he needs you, I know that he loves you, just give him time."

Blaine nodded.

"How is Kurt?"

"He's talking again. He didn't for almost a week. He wouldn't eat either; it was like he was in a coma. I thought he didn't want to live anymore. I thought he'd never come back to me."

"You know Kurt would never give up."
"But he did."

"What do you mean?"

"The shower, he slit his wrists."

Will felt a rising nausea he felt a hand touch his wrist. He looked up and saw Blaine staring at him. His boyfriend had been raped and yet he was trying to comfort him.

"Thank you for letting me talk Mr. Shue." The dapper mask was back on and Will knew it wouldn't come back off again.

"It's a alright Blaine , you need to. I'm always here. You let me know how Kurt is. And I don't want you bottling anything up anymore. You come talk to me, you sing, you do your boxing, do anything you need but don't bottle it up. It's too much for you; it's too much for anybody."

"I won't."

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Blaine looked around. Glee club, his friends and Kurt's friends for much longer. Was it one of them? Not Artie, Mike? He wouldn't think it before hand but people hide things. Puck? He never trusted him and yet he just didn't believe that h was holding back any homosexual tendencies. Finn, his brother, they say that it's usually the people closest to you. But he had been with Rachel at the time, hadn't he? No, he didn't think it was Finn. Sam? Rory?

Mr. Shuester came in and gave him a sharp nod. Perhaps a teacher? The pianist he was always around them and never talked. He felt a tap at his shoulder and saw that Finn was looking at him. They had talked that morning, stiffly in the car. They had talked about when and what to tall the New Directions. They were really starting to push about where Kurt was, they were curious about how quiet he and Finn were being about his whereabouts. They perhaps thought it was something really bad (which it was) or a piece of juicy gossip. Some wondered whether he would be back in time to be properly included in the nationals or whether he would miss some of those important senior dates. They had decided it was time to tell them something.

Blaine felt his hands tremble and took a deep breath and set a smile on his face. He walked down the steps to the centre of the room and smiled at Mr. Shue who looked slightly shocked.

"Can I make an announcement?"

"Okay." Shue said after a moment.

Blaine turned to face the gathered club.

"I uh... I want to thank you all for your concern about Kurt in this last week. I'm sorry I haven't been able to tell you anything but Kurt were suddenly taken ill last weekend and as he was unable to communicate I didn't know what was best to tell you. He is now out of hospital and talking again and missing you all. He is still quiet unwell and you won't be able to visit him for a while yet but i'm sure he would appreciate any messages you would like me to pass on to him or any cards you'd like to send."

"My dolphin is ill." Brittany said worriedly to Santana.

"Can we phone?" Tina asked.

"Um.. you can try him on his mobile." Blaine said thinking about how he had picked it up a few days previously and not passed it on to Kurt. It would probably need charging up now. That way Kurt could decide himself when and who he wanted to talk to.

"You still haven't told us what's wrong with him." Mercedes said. "Our friends been in hospital and by the sounds of it really ill and you're all being secretive about it."

Blaine wanted to scream at them all to leave him alone, didn't they know that it would hurt them to know what had happened to Kurt. Not as much as it hurt him and his family maybe but still.. if they cared about Kurt.. why were they so eager to hear bad news?

"Um.. I think Blaine is just protecting Kurt and his family from too many questions at this time. The important thing we must remember is that Kurt has been very ill and though would love to know you're all thinking of him still needs lots of peace and quiet if he's going to get well quickly enough to join us at nationals. Right Blaine?" Mr Shue said stepping forwards.

Blaine gave him a grateful look.

"Yes. "

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"Lets get on with the lesson then." Mr. Shue said quickly before anybody could say another word. Blaine sat down and folded his arms across his chest. He couldn't hear a word Mr. Shue was saying as eh was too aware of all the curious eyes looking at him.

Finn walked into the locker room. His Mom had been having a go at him to bring his gym kit back to be washed and had texted him just as he was about to leave the room. He stopped when he saw Blaine sat in the bench across from his locker staring intently at the space in front of him. His expression was unreadable but there was a kind of intensity to it that made the hairs on the back of Finn's neck stand up.

Finn took a step forwards, when Blaine didn't notice him he glanced in the direction of his locker. There was a dint there where the paint had all flaked off. He had seen it after gym on Monday but he hadn't paid too much attention or considered how it had got there during the weekend. Now he looked at it the passing thought that some guys must have been mucking around and play fighting after a Saturday work out passed through his mind.

"Blaine? " Finn asked still feeling that jolt of nerves. He and Blaine had never been close, mainly because he knew that Blaine was a better singer and could dance. But even he could see that Kurt was a lot calmer since he had become his boyfriend. And he had known what to do with Kurt lately; something Finn didn't know how to do.

"It happened here."

"What?"

"Kurt, it happened here."

Finn looked around for a second before he realized what Blaine was saying. Here. The room he had spent a lot of time in, laughed with his football friends in. Dressed and given himself prep talks in. It was a room he had hardly ever noticed, it was just a room. He was relaxed and contented here. But now he wasn't, now he looked around and he saw his brother in pain. His mind imagined him curled over in that slightly dirty corned crying. He heard his sobs.

Finn closed his eyes and tried to rid himself of the sounds. It hurt but he needed to know.

"What happened to him?"

Blaine looked at him his expression not changing.

"He was raped Finn, where have you been for the last week?"

"I know that. "I just.. I wish I knew.. I don't understand."

"Gay sex? Anal sex? It's.." Blaine started sounding more than a little pissed off.

"No, I get it. I just, did he hurt him? Did he fight back?"

Blaine nodded not looking up from the point on the floor where he was staring.
" I can't stop picturing it. Different scenarios play in my head. Kurt hasn't told me anything, but I know one thing when I find him.. he's going to wish he'd never been born or laid eyes on my boyfriend." Blaine looked up from under his thick eyebrows, he looked insane and frightening and Finn resisted the urge to take a step back.

Finn sat down next to him heavily; here was a long uncomfortable silence.

"Do you.." Finn started breaking the silence. "Do you think he knew who it was?"

Blaine nodded, just a brief movement of the head.

"How?"

"Because I know Kurt."

Finn looked around his eyes fixing on the dent in his locker now knowing where it came from.

"Why wouldn't he tell us who it is?"

Blaine shook his head quietly.

"I don't know. Because he doesn't want to make it real, doesn't want to have too talk about it? Perhaps he thinks we won't believe him. There must be some reason."

Finn nodded slowly.

"I want to find him too. He hurt Kurt, He really hurt Kurt. And I'm going to hurt him back."

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