Later that night, after making Blaine promise again if anything happened he would let Kurt know as soon as possible. Kurt was only slightly surprised to be woken by his phone ringing at three o’clock that morning.

“Hello?” He asked his voice thick with sleep.

“Kurt?” He heard Blaine sob from the other end of the line.

“Oh, I’m here sweetheart, I’m here. What happened?” He asked in what he hoped was a soothing voice not a panicked one as he suddenly became much more alert.

“They were just kicking me Kurt, I couldn’t stop them! I cried and cried for help but no one arrived. No one came to help Kurt. I was in so much pain, but they just kept going Kurt. I couldn’t go anything to stop them. T-then someone shouted and they stopped, but not before one of them kicked me in the head. That was when I woke up. I-I just, Kurt.” Blaine trailed off on the phone as sobs ripped from his chest.

“Hey, hey calm down sweetheart. You’re same now. It was just a dream. I’m never going to let that happen to you again ok?” Kurt asked, feeling so useless that he couldn’t physically be with Blaine now, to wrap him into a hug and sing to him until he fell asleep again.
“It’ll all be ok soon Blaine, I promise. You have your first therapy session today remember?” Kurt asked getting a muffled reply from Blaine hearing him sniff.

Kurt stayed awake on the phone with Blaine until he was sure he calm.

“Kurt? Will you sing to me? Until I fall asleep?” he heard Blaine ask softly

“Of course I will sweetheart.” He replied instantly quickly searching his brain for the right song to sing.

“Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you’ll see into your imagination...” Kurt sang softly into his phone repeating the song twice before he heard Blaine’s soft breathing even out on the other end of the line, and he hung up.

...

The next day at school Kurt was exhausted, but he didn’t complain Blaine needed him, and he was there for him.

“Wow Kurt! You look awful!” Santana said coming up behind him as he stood at his locker. “Are you ok? Is it Blaine?” She asked concern evident on her face for both of her friends.

“I’m fine,” Kurt replied “Blaine had a nightmare of the attack last night and called me, I stayed on the phone with him until I was sure he was asleep.” Kurt said finally looking up from his locker to see Santana wasn’t in her cheerios uniform.
“What happened to your cheer uniform?” he asked confused.

“I quit.” She stated simply. Laughing when Kurt just gave her a confused look. “That’s what I told Coach yesterday, that I was quitting. I realised that there’s more to high school than being popular. I should be happy and I wasn’t when I was a cheerleader.” She smiled “And besides, now you get to give me a proper full makeover.” She said nudging Kurt in the ribs when he still didn’t respond.
Laughing she guided a still confused Kurt down the hall and towards their joint first period class.

...

Blaine didn’t really tell Kurt in much detail what had gone on at his first therapy session, but in all honesty Kurt hadn’t expected him too, he was just pleased that Blaine seemed to be a bit happier even if he had called Kurt in the middle of the night crying twice more that week. But it was Friday and Blaine was still clueless to what Kurt and Santana had planned. All they had told him was that he needed to meet them in the auditorium after school on Friday.

When Blaine arrived at McKinley his Dad had helped inside, he could walk but his ribs were still healing and he didn’t want to slip on the icy car park and make them worse. The stage and auditorium was empty. He guessed they must have just been running late so slowly made his way down to the front block of seats and sat in the middle of the row.

He’d been sitting there for five minutes when the lights in the auditorium dimmed and the stage went black. Looking at the stage when the lights gradually began to go back up he saw most of the New Directions assembled there, all except Santana. Kurt smiled at him from the middle of the group as the band began to play and they began to harmonise the first few notes of the song Blaine had yet to place.

(Bold = Santana, Italics = Kurt, underlined = both)

She is a pyramid,
But with him she’s just a grain of sand.
This love’s too strong like mice and men,
Squeezing out the life that should be let in.

Santana’s voice rang out in the auditorium, loud and full of emotion. Blaine turned carefully in his seat in search of his friend. As he looked back at the stage, the New Directions were parting down the middle, Santana coming forward from behind a curtain that had been hiding her at the back of the stage. Her eyes met Blaine and she made a small smile at him, her emotions evident both from her voice and the look in her eyes.

She was a hurricane,
But now she’s just a gust of wind,
She used to set the sails of a thousand ships,
Was a force to be reckoned with.

Santana moved over to the left side of the stage, as Kurt’s voice now rang out clear and just as filled with emotion as Santana’s. Their eyes met and Blaine could feel a small jolt of electricity running through him as he stared into his boyfriend’s eyes.

She could be a statue of liberty,
She could be a Joan of Arc.
But he’s scared of the light that was inside of her,
So he keeps her in the dark.

Kurt broke off, his voice thick with the emotion and message he was trying to convey to Blaine. His eyes remained fixed with Blaine’s as he continued with the next part of the song.

Oh she used to be a pearl, ohhh,

Both of his friends sang, coming together in the middle of the stage and joining hands, Blaine could see tears beginning to glimmer in both of his friends’ eyes.

Yeah she used to rule the world, ohhh,
Can’t believe she’s become a shell of herself
‘Cause she used to be a pearl.

Kurt’s voice died away leaving only the band and the rest of the New Directions harmonising in the background. Then Santana continued, her eyes fixed with Blaine’s as she sang the next verse to him.

She was unstoppable,
Moved fast just like and avalanche,
But now she’s stuck deep in some man,
Wishing that they’d never ever met,

She could be a statue of liberty,
She could be a Joan of Arc
But he’s scared of the light that’s inside of her,
So he keeps her in the dark!

Oh, she used to be a pearl, ohhh,

Santana’s voice sang quietly, merging with Kurt’s as they sang together. Santana stopped singing for Kurt’s next line before joining in again, letting Kurt finish the last line on his own.

Yeah she used to rule the world, ohhh,
Can’t believe, she’s become a shell of herself
‘Cause she used to be a...

Do you know there’s a way out?
There’s a way out,
There’s a way out,
There’s a way out.

Santana’s voice cut through Kurt singing the last line of the verse, before Kurt took over again. Neither Kurt’s nor Santana’s eyes left Blaine’s or loosened the grip they had on each other’s hands.

You don’t have to be held down,
Be held down,
Be held down,
Be held down.

‘Cause I used to be a shell,
Yeah, I let him rule my world,
My world, ohhh,

Kurt continued to sing quietly, silent tears now streaming down his cheeks, both Kurt and Blaine knew he was thinking of what had happened with Karofsky and how they had found each other.

But I woke up and grew strong,
And I can still go on,
And no one can take my pearl.

Kurt’s voice died down as the verse ended only to pick up again as Santana joined him once more. Blaine could feel the tears beginning to pour down his face but he didn’t care.

You don’t have to be a shell,
No...
You’re the one that rules your world, ohhh,
You are strong and you’ll learn,
That you can still go on.

Santana stopped singing leaving Kurt to sing on his own, his eyes still fixed on Blaine through his tears.

And you’ll always be my pearl.

You are unstoppable.

At Santana’s last line both she and Kurt rushed over to Blaine, tears spilling down both of their cheeks.

“We all love you Blaine, you’re unstoppable, and you can’t let what those assholes did to hold you back.” Santana whispered just loud enough for the three of them to hear.

Blaine nodded, not sure he could trust his voice just yet.

“Thank you!” he choked out after a few minutes, pulling Kurt and Santana back into a tight hug.

“We weren’t the only ones who wanted to sing to you Blaine. The rest of the New Directions prepared something of their own for you too.” Kurt said as he guided Blaine back into a chair, taking the one to his right, and Santana the one to his left.

Blaine looked up to where the New Directions has silently been watching the three friends’ exchange from the stage.

“This is for you Blaine, we may not know you well, but what happened to you is awful, and we wanted you to know we’re all here if you need any of us.” Rachel said from where she was stood in front of a microphone, centre stage before walking back and Quinn taking her place in front of the microphone.

I guess you really did it this time,
Left yourself in your warpath,
Lost your balance on a tightrope,
Lost your mind tryin’ to get it back

Wasn’t it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into.
Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything,
And everybody believed in you?

It’s alright, just wait and see, oh,
You string of lights is still bright to me, oh,
Who you are is not where you’ve been.
You’re still an innocent,
You’re still and innocent.

Did some things you can’t speak of,
But at night you live it all again.

At that line Blaine could feel his grip on Kurt’s hand tighten; Kurt just smiled and squeezed his hand back, quickly pecking Blaine on the cheek.

You wouldn’t be shattered on the floor now,
If only you would’ve seen what you know now then.

Wasn’t it easier in your firefly catching days?
When everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you.
Wasn’t it beautiful running wild ‘til you fell asleep?
Before the monsters caught up to you?

It’s alright, just wait and see, oh,
Your string of lights is still bright to me, oh
Who you are is not where you’ve been.
You’re still an innocent.

It’s okay, life is a tough crowd,
32 and still growing up now.
Who you are is not what you did.
You’re still an innocent.

Time turns flames to embers,
You’ll have new Septembers,
Every one of us has messed up too
Lives change like the weather,
I hope you remember,
Today is never too late to be brand new...

It’s alright, just wait and see, oh,
Who you are is not where you’ve been.
You’re still an innocent.

It’s okay, life is a tough crowd,
32 and still growing up now.
Who you are is not what you did.
You’re still an innocent.
You’re still and innocent.

Lost your balance on a tightrope,
It’s never too late to get it back.

By the end of the song all of the New Directions, Kurt, Blaine and Santana all had tears in their eyes.

“Thank you,” Blaine choked out. “It’s nice to know that there are people who don’t judge people like me or Kurt just because we’re gay. You barely know me and have done this. Thank you. For everything.” Blaine finished as he was flooded by the rest of the New Directions who all pulled him into a careful hug.

After everyone had stopped crying Santana suggested they all reconvene in BreadstiX for dinner. After a murmur of agreement from everyone, they all headed to their separate cars, Blaine hanging back for a moment with Kurt and Santana.

“Thank you, I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better best friend or boyfriend.” He said with a watery smile.

“Come on.” Santana said kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s go before we all start crying again.” She said leading them to the parking lot.