“Nick, Nick wake up.” Jeff kicked him lightly to wake up.

“What now?”

“Kurt and Blaine are gone.”

“What!? Dudes wake up, Kurt and Blaine are gone!” Nick jumped up, suddenly not sleepy and investigated the spot where Kurt and Blaine were supposed to be sharing a sleeping bag.

“Where'd they go?” David and Wes joined in the investigation.

“I don't know, I just woke up. But what if they went up to their room to… you know… do stuff?” Jeff looked up at the ceiling, trying to hear any noises from upstairs.

 “No, they wouldn't. Would they?” Wes opened the door of the game room and looked around the commons. “Well they aren't down stairs. Maybe they just wanted to sleep in their own beds. Even though Blaine knows that that violates the rules of a lock in.”

“Who wants to go upstairs and check?” David and some of the other Warblers swarmed around the base of the stairs.

“I'm not. I'll just get myself food. Leave them to their own recreational activities.” Jeff walked over to the kitchen.

Nick just stared at him. “You waked me up just so you could get food?”

“Unless you want to go upstairs.”

“You woke us all up. You go, Jeff.”

“No! I don't want to hear THAT.”

“They could just be sleeping, like in their own beds.” Wes suggested

“I call a warbler vote. Who here thinks that Jeff should go investigate?” David asked

The majority of the Warblers, all quite disgruntled from being woken up by Jeff, raised their hand.

David smacked his fist on the table like a gavel. “Jeff, go look. The Warblers have spoken.”

“Assholes.” He muttered under his breath as he carefully made his way to the second floor dormitories. He proceeded with caution, like a monster was going to jump out at him. He knocked twice on Kurt and Blaine's door. “You guys awake? We're eating. Also, Wes is a little pissed you left.”

There was no reply. He knocked again but still got no reply, so he put his ear up against the door.

“Do you hear anything?” Nick called up from the foot of the stairs.

“No. Not even Blaine's snoring.”

“Then go in.”

“Fine.” He turned the knob slowly and peeked around the door. “What? Guys, no one's here.” Jeff yelled down at the others.

“What? You mean they disappeared?” Nick and a few others went upstairs and looked around. “That's weird. The cafeteria doesn't open for another hour. Where'd they go?”

Jeff shrugged his shoulders and walked to the end of the hall near his room. He glanced out the large window that overlooked the campus near the back staircase. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT! KLAINE IS ON YOU FUCKERS!” Everyone ran to Jeff and looked out the window. Sure enough, in the middle of the path to the dorm, Blaine and Kurt were kissing.

There was a mixture of expletives from the Warblers, all in shock at the two boys kissing.

“WE DID IT!” Everyone jumped up and celebrated the “success” of their Klaine lock in.

“Where did that come from?” Blaine pulled his back from the kiss for breath and looked dreamily into Kurt's eyes.

“I'm just so happy.”

“I love it when you're happy.” He placed another quick kiss to Kurt's lips, but was interrupted when he heard muffled screams and yells. “What the hell?”

They looked up at the Warbler house. There was hoard of pajama clad boys jumping around behind the window. “Oh god.” Kurt dropped his head onto Blaine's shoulder. “They're going to have a field day with this.”

“Well, if we make out in front of them I think we might be able to make some of them faint.”

“Blaine.” Kurt playfully swatted at his arm.

“I'm serious. At the very least we can make Jeff cry tears of joy.”

“Really?”

“You wanna try?”

“Why not.”

They went for it.

Jeff fainted, but that might have been from the previous night's rapid sugar intake.

A little while later after a party had been thrown in their favor, Kurt and Blaine snuck up to their room.

“I told you they would have too much fun with this.” Kurt said as he flopped onto his bed.

“I didn't think Jeff would actually faint.”

“Twice.”

“Kurt, I hate to do this, but we need to have a serious talk.”

“I hate serious talks.” Kurt shuffled further up his bed and made room for Blaine next to him.

“I love you, I really do, but I am just a little… confused I guess.”

“What's confusing?”

“I feel like I know all about you. All our late night talks, texts during class, evenings spent in the garden, they are wonderful, and I love learning all this stuff about you. But I don't know you.”

“Sure you do. We could totally win the dating game and we've only been together for a day.” Kurt knew where this was going, and he really wanted to avoid answering any more questions.

“But your past, Kurt. It can't go unsaid. That just won't work.”

He squirmed uncomfortably. “What do you want to know?” Kurt's voice was much quieter and he kept his head down, avoiding Blaine's strong gaze.

“We've only talked about it twice.”

“And I think that's enough.”

“No it's not. You know that.”

“Fine, Blaine! Ask me anything, I'm an open book. I'm sure you want to hear all of the juicy details of how he raped me! Do you want to hear how many times? Because I kept count!” Kurt leapt from the bed, years of suppressed anger finally boiling over. “Or how about where? Do you want to know where he made me lean over the side of a table or get down on my knees? Huh, Blaine? What do you want to know? He. Raped. Me. He took away my virginity. I'm all used up. Why do you even love me?” Kurt collapsed to the floor. He was out of breath, panting.

Blaine sat in shock for a good minute before running to Kurt's side. “I didn't… Kurt, I never…”

“What?” Spite was dripping from his words.

“Kurt, I love you, you know that. I love you because-“

“Oh don't give me another stupid list of reasons why you love me. It was a rhetorical question.”

“Why are you so mad?”

“Are you kidding me?” Kurt inched away from Blaine.

“I don't know why you are releasing all of your pent up anger on me.”

Kurt stood up and took a few large steps away from Blaine. “No one has ever cared about me. And then all of a sudden they find my father and I go to this tiny town and actually have a family. And then they send me away too! But then I find you. You're perfect, Blaine. But it's only matter of time before you leave me too. I'm a mess.”

Blaine stood up and walked over to the couch and sat down. He patted the spot next to him for Kurt to sit, which he did unwillingly.

“I won't leave you because you're a mess. But we need to talk. I didn't do anything and you just… exploded.” Blaine wildly gestured an explosion with his hands. “I don't want to hear about any of that. But before that, there's all this history that you never talk about. I mean, you were a foster kid. You have literally only mentioned this like three times, and it clearly has changed you.”

“My mom died when I was eight. She was really sick, but didn't do anything about it. I was so little, I just didn't know. And then she was gone.” Blaine held Kurt's hand and gave it a small sympathetic squeeze for support.  “She always told me that my dad had died before I was born in an accident overseas. But apparently that was all a lie. A few months ago they told me that my dad was actually alive and he didn't even know that I existed up until then.”

“What happened in between then?”

“Well, after she died, they sent me to live with the Karofsky's. It was okay for a good four years or so. But when we got a little older, and he learned some stuff, he started bullying me for being gay. I wasn't even out. And then, well, you know what happened.”

“That's still not the whole story.” Blaine hated being so pushy, but he had to. This was clearly bothering Kurt.

“You want the whole seven year explanation?”

“If you're okay with that.”

“My mom, Elizabeth, and I lived in Oregon. She died, like I said, and I moved to Arkansas to live with the Karofsky's for five years. I would've stayed with them too, if things didn't happen. But they did, and I… I stopped talking and eating. My child welfare caseworker, Earl, had me ‘temporarily' removed from the family because of my degrading health. They sent me to live with the Petersons in Chicago until I got better and ate more. Then they were going to send me back. But I didn't want to go back, so I just never ate. It was like that for two years until they found out my mom was actually a runaway because her family excommunicated her because she was involved with my dad, who was like ten years older than her. That's when I moved here.”

“Oh my God, Kurt.” He hugged Kurt, who flinched a little. Blaine let go when he noticed this.

“What's wrong?”

“Sometimes I have to remind myself that you're not going to hurt me.”

“I would never hurt you. No one will ever again. I promise.”

“But you can't promise that.”

“Well then I promise that if anyone does try to hurt you, they will have to hurt me too.”

They sat in silence. Kurt was fixedly staring at a random book on the floor, and Blaine watched him. Every few minutes Kurt's face would scrunch up and he would tense. Blaine didn't know why, and to test it he lightly placed his other hand over their joined ones. Kurt flinched again.

“Something is still wrong.”

“Blaine just stop it.” Kurt moved away from him to the other side of the couch.

“What did I do now? You kept flinching, and all I did was touch your hand. An hour ago we were making out in front of all the Warblers. In public! Now you don't even want me to hold your hand.” Blaine looked down, his voice sad and defeated. He had no idea why Kurt was acting like this.

“You didn't do anything wrong. It's just all too much.”

“We can take things as slow as you want, Kurt. I want you to feel comfortable so I can feel comfortable. But clearly I'm doing something wrong. Is there still stuff we need to talk about?”

“No there isn't. I'm fine.”

“You're not fine, that's a lie. I can't do this if you are going to lie to me.”

“Then leave.” Kurt's words barely audible, but Blaine heard them.

“What!” He stood up and faced Kurt who hid his face in hands. “Why do you think I would want to leave you? We've been over this. You aren't used or a mess. You're perfect and I want to spend all the time I can with you.”

“I'm a rape victim.” Kurt's voice was still very quiet.

“Kurt…” Blaine's face softened and he sat back down. “I don't want to make you talk about it.”

“I can't stop thinking about it. The moments… they replay themselves in my mind so often. It's like a nightmare on repeat.”

“All the time?”

“Except last night at the lock in. I could only think about you. But I was so sugar high. I don't want be one of those people who drown their feelings in alcohol when I get older.”

“You won't, you're strong.”

“But they won't stop. It makes it hard to appreciate any contact.”

“Have you thought about therapy?”

“Blaine, you are the only person I've ever told. And that was so hard. I couldn't tell a complete stranger. The whole idea of therapy kind of disgusts me.”

“I can listen.” Blaine cocked his head to the side, and gave a Kurt a sweet smile.

“I don't want to tell you those things.”

“What things? I don't need you to me the specifics. But, like, emotions.”

Kurt finally looked over at Blaine, confused.

“Why are you helping me?”

“Well, I love you, so that's a big factor. But clearly you need to tell someone or it will eat you up. But I hate pushing you to tell me stuff. I really do, it makes me feel like a jerk.”

“You're not a jerk. And if you didn't make me talk I would probably be dead.”

“Don't say that.”

“It's true. You are the only reason I'm alive.”

“I don't like it when you say that. You're really strong on your own.”

“I guess I could tell you a little.”

“You don't have to. I think we've talked enough for now.” Blaine took Kurt's hand and walked him over to his bed.

“But you will always be willing to listen?”

“Always. But know we should sleep.”

“I love you, Blaine.”

“I love you too.” Blaine kissed Kurt on the forehead and walked over to his own bed. For a while they just lied there gazing at each other in the dark from opposite sides of the room.

Downstairs in the common room there was a group of plotting Warblers. They had heard the argument. They had heard Kurt's confession. And they were going to do something about it.