Burt had only just got in from a short shift at the Tyre shop. The guys had understood that he had needed time off, they didn't pry. But when he wasn't around certain thing's didn't get done, ordering, safety checks, shift schedules. His son was the most important thing in the world to him but he did need to get back to work. Carole had three weeks sympathy leave and with Kurt getting better he needed less watching. He;d have to have a quiet word with Carole about how comfortable she was with staying at home for another two weeks.

He walked through the front room noticing the smell of polish. He smiled as he entered the kitchen. Carole was rubbing herbs on a rack of lamb. His favorite. He felt his chest tighten as he watched her humming along. He loved her, he had could not believe his luck sometimes, to have had two great loves in his life. And to have brought up a wonderful son and then to have adopted another, entering into politics was surprisingly fun and he liked talking about important topics and fighting for the rights of ordinary men like him and men like his son too. Up to a week ago his life had been perfect, for years he had just been going through the motions but the last few years he had really been living life.

He walked up behind Carole and wrapped his arms around her waist. She melted back into his arms warm and familiar. They had barely touched in a week other than to offer each other comfort. Now resting his nose against her neck he realized just how much he missed her.

"My hands are covered in butter." She mumbled.

"Don't care." Burt muttered back squeezing her slippery hands and placing a light kiss to her neck.

"I love you."

"I know you do. " Carole replied. "And I love you too."

She sighed and Burt felt her tense slightly against him.

"What is it?"

"Kurt's being really manic today."

"What do you mean?"

"His been cleaning but.. it's like.."

"He's up?"

"Yes but.." She pulled away from him slightly and turned to face him.

"He;s been cleaning, without a break since he got up over three hours ago."

"He always cleans when he's stressed."

"Burt, I'm trying to say there's something unhealthy about it. He won't take a break and he's moving at a million miles a minute."

Burt sighed, he had really hoped that Kurt talking and being up meant that he was getting better. But apparently not. He just wanted his son back.

"Okay, I'll go talk to him. But can we try to have a date night tomorrow. I mean I can talk to Finn and see if he'll stay in with Kurt. We'll keep our phones on.."

Carol was smiling and shaking her head.

"What come on, you and me need some chill out time. Some alone time. The boys will be alright for two hours."

"Okay." She finally agreed.

"Great, we'll stay close. Bread sticks. I'm going to go talk to Kurt." Burt said kissing her once more on the cheek and climbing up the stairs.

If Burt didn't know what a heart attack felt like he would have swore he was having one when he reached the top of the stairs. Kurt was lying on his side in the middle of the hallway completely unconscious. He dropped down to the floor next to him and quickly checked his breathing and pulse before looking over his body trying to find signs of injury. He couldn't see anything and his fear that Kurt had cut his wrists again was quickly banished buy the lack of blood on his bandages. He moved Kurt into the recovery position as he had seen them do on t.v. Once and went to his bathroom. Luckily his heart medication was still all present. Kurt had not taken an overdose.

"Carole." Burt shouted downstairs.

"Has Kurt eaten today?'

"No, what's wrong?"

"I think he fainted."

Burt bent down and hooked his arms below his son's knees and shoulders. He hated the way that his head hung limply and he didn't even stir. He briefly considered calling a doctor out but he knew that it might freak Kurt out and make him draw back into himself. He lifted Kurt with a small grunt just as Carole was coming up the stairs. She ran past him to open the door to the spare room and pull back the sheets. Burt laid him down gently.

"Is he alright?" Carole asked.

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to ring the doctor?"

"No, let's wait a little while and see if he wakes up."

Carole nodded. They stood staring down at Kurt for a long moment.

"I'm okay." Burt said. Carole nodded and left.

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Burt was in the middle of making a sandwich for Kurt when the phone rang. He picked it up.

"Hello, Kurt Hummel speaking."

"Mr Hummel my name is detective Brimmer. I've been assigned your son's case. I understand that for emotional reasons your son has not made a statement yet. I would really like to organize a time for him to come in. I know it may seem to soon to you but there is a time limit on these things. To soon and the memories are to confused to late and the details start to fade."

The hand Burt still had clenched around a butter knife was shaking. He didn't want to do this. He knew he had to, he knew the man who had done this to Kurt had to pay for it. He wanted him to pay for it. And he wanted to be there for Kurt and take him to the police station to make his statement but honestly he didn't know how he was going to cope with hearing what had happened to his son.

"I'll talk to him."

"Bring him in Monday morning, that's when our counselor is here. We'll make sure he gets all the support he needs."

"I said I'll talk to him." Burt said slamming the phone down.

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Blaine was walking outside Kurt's door. Burt had kicked him out to be able to clean up the shattered glass and fix up Kurt's foot. Carole had taken a look at the slash and said that it wouldn't need stitches. She'd tried to reassure Blaine that Kurt was still weak from earlier that day and that the sudden shock of slicing his foot open caused his fainting spell. Blaine knew better though. He knew that Kurt had freaked out because of the flowers. There was something about them that had made him angry or scared or something. The moment he woke up Blaine was going to find out what it was.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah." Blaine said rushing to the door.

"Stop pacing kid you're making me nervous."

Blaine sighed and glanced over at the bed where Kurt was still unconscious. He suddenly had an idea about how he could help him. He'd get Kurt's phone, he remembered it had dropped below his bed a few days previously. Perhaps get well soon messages from his friends would let him know just how much they love him.

Blaine crossed the hall and quietly went into Kurt's no longer smelled of hair products and perfumes but had a dusty smell and the slight tinge of copper. He would have to disinfect the bathroom again before Kurt moved back in. He knelt down next to the bed and dug out the phone. He checked the screen the battery was dead. He took it and looked around the room trying to remember where Kurt kept his charger. The spare wire draw, of course. He found the right charger and plugged the phone in.

"Blaine! Kurt is awake now."

Blaine rushed out to see his boyfriend.

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"Would you like your phone." Blaine asked an hour into their Audrey Hepburn marathon.

He noticed Kurt blanch slightly.

"You don't have to talk to them if you don't want to Kurt. They'll understand and if they don't I'm not going to let them hassle you Kurt." Blaine reached for his hand. "I'll take care of you.."

"I don't need taking care of." Kurt practically whined.

"I only mean that I'll watch your back until you're a little stronger."

Kurt sighed and pulled his hand away. He looked down and was quiet for a long moment.

"I don't want my phone Blaine."

"Okay." Blaine relented. "Is it okay if I bring you a card from them?"

"Who from?"

"The glee club, and Mr. Shue. He was asking after you."

Kurt nodded.

"Blaine.. I feel really tired."

"Okay, I'm staying tonight.."

"No."

"Kurt..."

"I, uh I talked to my dad and he's okay with me just leaving the door open and uh Finn and him are keeping there doors open so I can stay alone and get a good night."

"Okay." Blaine said sadly. He was disappointed he wanted Kurt to want him to stay. He wanted him to want to have him here and not to just keep pushing him away. But he had to be patient and give him space, if he pushed him then he would just turn away. He bent down and kissed Kurt's smiled slightly as he brushed his fingers along Kurt's jaw.

"I don't think I've ever seen you with stubble before."

"It doesn't grow very fast." Kurt said reaching up to touch his own cheek. "Doesn't suite me."

"You're always beautiful, but yeah." Blaine said trying for a light hearted laugh that didn't come out right.

"Sleep well Kurt. Love you and I'll see you tomorrow."

As Blaine got up to leave he reminded himself to go take Kurt's phone of charge. He may not want it but still he would not be pleased if Blaine ruined the battery. He opened the door to Kurt's room quietly and unplugged the phone. Later he would give his reasons for turning it on to be that he missed how he and Kurt used to be and wanted to read some of the flirty texts they used to send. But really it was something else some force that drew him to it. He pressed the on button and waited for the welcome page to fade. He pressed the little button with the yellow envelope. As he did so the phone kept beeping with incoming texts from days previous .. Kurt's friend trying to contact him. He was surprised to see so many from Sebastian, after all he and Kurt were meant to hate each other. It took him a moment to realize that the texts were from last Friday and Saturday. The day when Kurt was attacked and the day he tried to commit suicide. Was Sebastian being a bad loser, he had lost at regional. Blaine felt a rising nausea that he couldn't explain. Some of the text were open. Knowing it was wrong he pressed his thumb to one to read it.

I can't wait to see you again.

Blaine couldn't quiet believe it. Why would Sebastian send that? He and Kurt didn't see each other, they hated each other. Even before the slushie incident. He couldn't stop himself from clicking on another.

How's Blaine? Have you told him he's not the only one whose got to fuck your ass.

Blaine felt a rising anger more angry than he had ever felt and lately the bar had been set high. He wanted to scream and break something but instead he pressed on another message with shaking fingers.

You know what I'm going to do next time? Next time I'll make you cum. I'll make you hate yourself for feeling pleasure with the pain. I'll make you like it. I'll make you break. I don't care how long it takes. And then I'm going after Blaine.

Blaine flung the phone down and pushed the heels of his hand into his eyes. That faceless figure hurting Kurt was no longer faceless. It was Sebastien, Sebastian the boy he had brought into their lives. Sebastian had raped Kurt.