The door opened and the sight before me was terrifying. There was no doubt in what had just gone on in here.

Karofsky got off of Kurt and threw him to the side before pulling up his pants and running away.

I immediately ran over to Kurt nearly slipping in a pool of blood. “Oh God Kurt!” I cried.

“Blaine, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Kurt cried.

“It’s not your fault, are you okay?” I asked concerned.

I grabbed a few off the towels from by the showers and cleaned off Kurt. There was so much blood. Karofsky practically tore him open.

I tried to ignore the cum mixed in with the blood, how could someone do this to him?

I felt sick.

My boyfriend was raped, and I did nothing about it. I stood outside the door too lost in my tears to stop this. I’m a horrible boyfriend.

And then there's Kurt, oh poor Kurt. This is absolutely awful. I needed to get him to a hospital. Like now.

I pulled his pants up and threw his arm around my neck and carried him bridal style out to my car.

Fuck school, this was an emergency.

I know for a fact that I was driving about twenty-five miles above the speed limit and I’m surprised Kurt didn’t comment on all the red lights I ran.

I often looked back to see how he was doing, his face a mask hiding his emotions in a blank expression. To be honest I think he was too stunned to react to what had happened.

I looked back again, “We’re about ten minutes from the hospital. Are you okay?” I asked internally freaking out. There was too much blood and I for one am not good with blood.

“Blaine?” He asked softly.

“What is it love? Are you okay?” I asked quickly.

“I’m sorry.” He cried.

“Kurt it’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. I’m going to take you to the hospital and I’m going to fucking have Karofsky thrown in jail forever. He’ll never be able to hurt you again. No one will ever hurt you, I promise. I love you Kurt.” I said my eyes watering.

I haphazardly parked and got Kurt out of the car not even bothering to close the doors. I picked him up and carried him rushing him up to the front desk.

“My boyfriend, he was raped. He needs medical attention.” I cried.

The nurse paged some doctors and Kurt was taken away from me.

God I hoped he’d be okay.

I know he’d physically be okay, but mentally? How does one get over something as traumatic as this?

I’ll always be there for him; I’ll do everything in my power to comfort and love and protect him. But honestly the fact that Kurt may never mentally recover from this scared me.

Not to be selfish but our relationship had just started what if he’s so traumatized he never wants to have sex. That sounds ridiculous and I feel bad for even saying that, but I just want to give myself to him completely, what if he’s too afraid to accept that.

And as for accepting, how was I going to convince him that this wasn’t his fault? It wasn’t his fault, and I don’t blame him. But he’s always struggled with being depressed, what if Mercedes was right and this could be his breaking point?

I couldn’t have that; I love him too much to lose him. I can’t lose him.

No matter what I’ll always be there for him, always.

“You brought him in here right?” A nurse asked me hesitantly.

“Yes, I brought him hear as soon as I found him. Is he okay?” I asked fighting back tears.

“He’ll be okay, but I wanted to ask you a few questions…” The nurse trailed off and gestured to an empty room.

I followed her and sat down as she began questioning me.

“Do you have any idea who could have down this?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m afraid so. I know exactly who it was. His name is Dave Karofsky; you can find him at McKinley High School. I feel awful for not being able to stop this. Please call the police, put him away. I never want him to hurt Kurt ever again. I love Kurt too much.” I cried.

“Thank you. Kurt was unwilling to provide us with details; I assume he’s just in shock.” The nurse sighed.

“Karofsky threatened to kill him if he told anyone.” I added.

“I see. Has there been an previous incidents regarding him?” She asked.

“Luckily not to this extent. It was just bullying as far as I’m aware of. It seemed to have escalated recently though.” I replied.

“Yes we were able to tell there was some past trauma. He has four broken ribs and his entire body is plagued with bruises old and new.” She said sadly. “There’s something else we noticed that we wanted to ask you about…” She hesitated.

“Yes?” I asked worried, willing her to go on.

“His body is emaciated and he’s unhealthily underweight. Also there were no traces of food in his system. He wouldn’t really talk about it, but is it possible that he’s been starving himself?” The nurse asked softly.

“Unfortunately yes, I’ve only known him for about a week but apparently he’s been battling anorexia for quite some time now. It was brought on by stress and depression and I believe that it has worsened as the bullying at school has escalated.” I said sadly a few stray tears rolling down my cheeks.

“We assumed as much.” The nurse frowned. “He had to receive stitches, and as far as we can tell is still STD free, so he should be on the road to recovery soon. But it’s a long journey. A very long journey. Physically he should be fine by tomorrow, a little sore if anything. But emotionally…emotionally he’s going to struggle for quite some time. He needs support right now, and I will be organizing intense therapy for him, not only to resolve the actual rape itself, but to also deal with his previous depression, what brought upon that, and to help him fight his eating disorder. It’ll be a long process, but I think he’ll be just fine. As long as he has someone as caring as you in his life.” The nurse said softly.

“C-can I go see him?” I asked.

“Of course, follow me.” She smiled and led me to the room he was staying in.

“Kurt! I was so worried! Are you okay?!” I asked loudly as I ran over to where he was lying in the hospital bed. He looked so small, his bones jutting out of the issued hospital garments.

“Blaine, I’m so sorry.” He cried.

“Shhh, Kurt it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” I tried to soothe him running over and pulling him into a hug.

Everything’s going to be okay.

“I was so scared Blaine, scared you’d leave me, scared you’d think I’m disgusting and hate me forever. I was so scared Blaine. Please don’t leave me.” He cried.

And that just broke my heart. “I’ll never leave you; you’ll never have to go it alone. I’ll always be here for you. I love you.” I spoke firmly, kissing his lips tenderly. Not passionately or heatedly, just to show him the love I felt for him.

“I love you too Blaine. Never leave me.” He cried.

“I’ll never say goodbye to you. I’ll always be here for you Kurt, no matter what. You’ll get through this, I promise.” I said grasping his hand in mine.

One day, everything’s going to be okay.

I hope.

I really hope so.