Blaine blinked slowly, desperate to keep his eyes on Kurt's face. He'd been sitting in the same chair for hours since Kurt had gotten out of surgery. He'd allowed a doc to check him out, though he refused to leave the room to do it. Blaine just had bruises and a broken nose. It was a clean break that didn't need to be set, so he was allowed to remain next to Kurt. Now he sat here, wishing Kurt would wake up and yet not wanting him to. The more healing sleep he got, the better he was likely to feel when he did wake up.

He kept up the tracing of his fingers on Kurt's forearm, the one place it seemed safe to touch him. He was covered in so many bandages, plaster, and such that it was daunting to even want to touch him, but Blaine couldn't resist. He needed the reassurance of Kurt alive under his fingers.

Jason and Puck had brought him dinner and he'd eaten as much as he could handle, which wasn't much. But he knew he had to stay strong for Kurt, so he'd taken a few more bites. After that, he'd sent the guys home with hugs and thanks for their help. Jason had offered to stay with him, but he'd refused. He sympathized for his friend. Jason had decided to tell Colton the truth about his past. From very recent experience, Blaine knew it wasn't going to be an easy conversation.

Blaine moved his chair closer to Kurt and settled his hand around the pulse in Kurt's wrist. Feeling that tiny flutter against his fingers eased him and he leaned his head back to try and sleep.

. . . . .

Jason walked to his dorm, his stomach full of butterflies. He was more nervous now than when they'd raided Smythe's house where they could have potentially died. But no, facing his tiny boyfriend was more daunting than facing guns. It was time to tell the truth. He'd never lied to Colton, but leaving out important details was just as bad as lying. Knowing what had happened with Blaine and Kurt, he could only hope that this wouldn't lead to a split. Or to Colton going to the cops as he'd wanted to do when he'd suspected Blaine of killing Sebastian. Jason paused and closed his eyes. God, he was going to have to tell Colton he'd known about what Blaine did, wasn't he? Shit. This was not going to go well. Come on, he told himself, you've been on real battle lines in real wars, this conversation wasn't even physically dangerous. Yeah right, he argued. This was even more dangerous. A broken heart would never completely heal.

Letting himself into his room, he saw that Colton was snuggled up in their bed. They had taken to sleeping in Jason's bed since Jason had added a padded bench at the end of the bed which helped add another foot or so for his long frame to stretch out on.

Stripping his coat and shoes, he turned on the lamp on Colton's side of the room and sat down next to his boyfriend.

"Colton? Col, you awake?" Jason said, gently rubbing his arm.

"Jason?" Colton asked sleepily, then sat up. "You're home? Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call you all day. You left so suddenly this morning, I didn't know what to think," he said, coming awake quickly.

Jason pulled him into a hug, cherishing his safe, warm body, knowing he was safe. Regardless of what was going to happen between them, Colton was safe. Smythe's vendetta was over, there wouldn't be any more loved ones hurt.

"I'm sorry, love," Jason murmured against Colton's sleep mussed hair. "Can we talk?"

Colton looked up at him, his crystal blue eyes concerned. "Of course, are you okay?"

"I am," Jason assured him.

Colton sat up, sitting cross legged and Jason sat in front of him, mirroring his position.

"I am going to explain what happened today, but first there are some things I need to tell you about my past," Jason began quietly. "I just ask that you let me get it all out and then I promise to answer all of your questions."

"Okay," Colton said, taking Jason's hand, worried at the look on his face.

Jason told Colton all about entering the military after high school and being drafted into the Black Ops after only a year in the field. He was honest and told Colton that he was trained to kill, at which point Colton dropped his hand and went deathly pale. Sharing how it turned his stomach and he ended up getting out after his four years was up, Colton seemed to breathe a little easier. But then he had to tell how he went into business with Blaine's dad, and what he did for the man.

"Then I ended up here because I wanted to go to school and keeping an eye on Blaine seemed easy enough. So that's what I've been doing the last two years," Jason said quietly.

"Glorified babysitter, huh?" Colton joked weakly.

"Something like that," Jason replied.

"So what happened today?" Colton asked. Jason was surprised he wasn't yelling or running away yet. Maybe things could be okay.

"Kurt was kidnapped last night by Sebastian's father," Jason said. Colton gasped and started talking quickly. Jason held up his hand. "We got him back. He is in the hospital with some pretty severe injuries, but he will be alright. Blaine requested the best guy they had and that guy was me. I called in my best guy who happens to be Puck." At Colton's dubious expression, Jason grinned. "Yeah, Puck. He has many layers. Anyway, we managed to find Kurt and Blaine and get everything taken care of. Smythe is going to jail, probably forever. Everything is going to be okay now. I hope," Jason added, looking at Colton.

The small man was silent for a long moment. "So the stories about all your brothers and sisters?"

"All true. Everything I told you about myself was true. I just held back some of the more dangerous details. I couldn't tell you, Colton, not without putting you in danger. But I'm pulling out of it all," he said, surprising himself. He'd made the decision just now and it felt right and good. "I'm not going to work for the Anderson's anymore. I just want to be a regular college guy with a sweet and wonderful boyfriend," he said with a hopeful smile.

"How old are you?" Colton asked.

"Twenty five," Jason admitted, smiling ruefully.

"I thought you were twenty this whole time, same as Blaine. Who knew I was dating such an old man," Colton joked, a tight smile on his face.

"Well, this just means I can buy us all the alcohol we want and not get in trouble," Jason offered.

"True," Colton murmured, staring down at the bed.

"Colton, love, please know that I didn't want to keep any of this from you. My job was very dangerous and I was taking enough of a risk just being with you."

"Then why were you?" Colton asked, his blue eyes boring into Jason's.

"Because I had to," Jason answered simply.

"Good answer," Colton said and crawled across the bed and into Jason's lap. He wrapped his arms around Jason's neck and kissed him gently. "No more secrets?"

Jason felt like his heart might explode. "No more secrets."

They kissed for a long moment, Jason with a touch of desperation, grateful he hadn't lost this man.

"Colton, I need to know something," Jason finally said, though he hated to pull the smaller man away from him.

"What?" Colton said, leaning forward and peppering Jason's jaw with kisses.

"I knew about what Blaine did to Sebastian. When you suspected him, I knew the truth. I couldn't let you go to the authorities because it was part of my job to protect Blaine. Now that you know everything, I have to know. Are you going to turn us in?" Jason asked.

Colton stared at him. "Of course not."

"But, why? Before you were so sure," Jason started.

Colton put his hand on Jason's mouth. "I didn't know the whole situation. I wanted to keep us safe, just like you did. Now that I know the entire story, I know there is no need to bring in officials. We are all safer just leaving things the way they are."

Jason clasped him close to his chest. "I love you so damn much, Col," he muttered.

"I love you too, Jason," Colton replied.

Jason slanted his lips against Colton's, thrusting his tongue inside to taste the wondrous flavor that was Colton. He moaned into his mouth, as their tongues dueled for control. Soon they were panting against each other, their hands roaming over shoulders, chests, stomachs, their intentions becoming very clear.

"Col," Jason said against his lips.

"Mm?" Colton responded.

"I want to bottom," he announced hesitantly.

Colton leaned away, surprise on his face. Colton had always bottomed, it was what he preferred and Jason certainly enjoyed topping. "Why?"

"I, it, I think it would make me feel more yours, if that makes sense," Jason whispered, his brown eyes vulnerable in the dim light.

"I would love that," Colton said softly, stroking his hand down Jason's scruffy cheek.

"Okay," Jason said, suddenly nervous. He'd let Colton finger him before but they'd only gotten to two fingers and he knew that this would require more, plus Colton himself. But he knew the fingers had felt incredible, so he was a mess of excitement and nerves.

"I won't hurt you, Jas," Colton assured him. He could tell Jason was a bit scared so he made a quick decision. "Come on," he said, getting off the bed and tugging Jason with him.

Jason followed and they went to the bathroom. Colton started the shower and slowly stripped Jason's clothes, before tugging his own off. They traded sweet, lingering kisses, before climbing into the hot water. Jason moaned in pleasure as the jetting water soothed his knotted muscles. Colton grabbed Jason's body wash, poured it into his hands and lathered them up. He knelt and began rubbing his hands up and down Jason's legs, massaging and washing at the same time. Taking his time, he made sure to loosen tight muscles as well as tantalizing Jason with soft kisses and touches. He got more body wash and moved up his thighs, taking his half hard cock in his hands. His hands were slick with the soap and he stroked Jason until he was rigid in his hands. Jason was moaning, still standing with his back to the water which blocked it from hitting Colton in the face. Just as Jason began tilting his hips into the motion Colton had started, Colton moved to his hips, licking and nipping before washing him. Continuing the torture up his toned abs and chest, he was about to start on Jason's arms, when he was grabbed roughly. Jason pulled him close and slammed their mouths together, moaning at the feel of Colton's tongue against his.

"God, I want you so bad," Jason muttered.

"Me too," Colton panted. Washing Jason had gotten him completely hard. He felt powerful in a way, knowing he'd turned his big strong man into this creature who was desperate and needing to be with him. "Soon," he promised. "Let me finish."

He renewed the soap and had Jason kneel in front of him. Colton moved behind him and slowly massaged his shoulders and back, working out the knots and tight spots. Jason moaned in pleasure, feeling relaxed for the first time all day. Grabbing the shampoo, Colton lathered Jason's hair, loving the soft moans that were coming from deep in his throat. Rinsing it, he quickly conditioned it and rinsed that out. Then he just let his hands run all over his body. Urging Jason to stand, Colton stood in front of him again, stroking down his arms, his chest, lightly scraping his nails over his nipples, rinsing off the last of the soap suds, enjoying the guttural moan that came with the motions.

"How are you feeling now?" Colton asked, standing on his toes to whisper in Jason's ear.

"More relaxed than I've ever felt and yet so freaking horny, I might die," Jason whispered back, his voice strained.

Colton couldn't help the giggle that escaped him. "Let's go to bed," he said, reaching down to turn the water off.

"What about you?" Jason asked, his eyes slightly glazed.

"I showered before bed," Colton said, grabbing a towel.

They took turns drying each other off before brushing their teeth, Jason grinding into Colton's ass as they always did at bedtime.

Laughter followed them from the bedroom to the bed, where Colton pushed Jason down before crawling on top of him.

"You know," he said between nips and licks on Jason's neck. "You being a mysterious soldier type guy is really kind of hot."

"Really," Jason panted, running his hands down Colton's back to cup his soft, round ass.

"Uh huh. Maybe one of these times you can, uh, take control of me. I could be the bad guy and you could take me down," Colton said, looking up and waggling his eyebrows.

Jason chuckled. "That sounds like a good idea. Now kiss me," he demanded in a firm voice.

Colton felt a shudder run throughout his entire body at the sound. "Holy fuck, Jason. I just about came hearing you talk like that."

"I said kiss me," Jason commanded, jerking Colton's head to his.

Colton cried out and kissed him passionately, his hot tongue plunging into fuck against Jason's. Jason dominated his mouth, sucking on his lips, his tongue, exploring the roof of his mouth and teeth. When he pulled back, he moaned at the sight of Colton's red, spit shiny lips.

"I love your mouth," he muttered.

"Ditto," Colton said, dipping down to kiss him again. He left his lips and began trailing kisses down Jason's neck to his chest, biting lightly at his nipples. Licking his way to Jason's straining cock, Colton moaned, not sure how much more he could take. The foreplay was about to make him come and there was still more to come.

He grabbed Jason's cock in his hand, barely able to close his hand around his thick length. Jason's cock was something people only dreamed about and Colton enjoyed every long inch of it. Abruptly, he deep throated it, opening the back of his throat, thankful he didn't have much of a gag reflex.

Jason bucked against him, his back arching off the bed. "Holy shit, Col," he gasped. "Don't do too much or I won't last."

Colton gave a good long suck, hollowing his cheeks before sliding off his cock, making a loud popping sound.

"You ready, Jas?" he asked, grabbing the lube from the table.

"So ready, love," he moaned.

Colton lubed his fingers and gently slid one inside Jason, only going to the first knuckle. As Jason cried out and adjusted to the invasion, Colton licked along Jason's cock, lapping at the pre-come that had gathered at its tip. Slowly, he slid his finger all the way, crooking it just so, knowing exactly where Jason's prostate was. He grinned as Jason's eyes rolled back and he moaned deep in his throat. He loved Jason's responsiveness. As he was enjoying the pressure against his prostate, Colton slid another finger deep inside him. Jason sighed at the sensation of two fingers filling him.

"Oh god, Colton, more, please," he whimpered.

"I've got you, sweetie," Colton said, licking another stripe down Jason's cock as he began moving his fingers in a slow rhythm, hitting his prostate each time.

"Colton, I'm gonna come," Jason warned.

Colton realized how close he was and pushed a third finger inside him, groaning at how tight Jason was.

"Aw fuck," Jason cried out. "Colton, please, I need you. Please fuck me."

"On your knees, big boy," Colton said lightly, taking his fingers out, enjoying Jason's whimper at the loss. He knew with the height difference, doing it doggie style would be the best way to do this.

Jason eagerly flipped over, raising his ass in the air. Colton moaned at the sight of Jason's ass ready for him.

"Okay, Jas, I'm going to go slow. If you need me to stop, just say so, okay?" Colton said, lubing up his cock.

"Uh huh," Jason whimpered, pushing his ass back, seeking out Colton's body.

Colton sat up on his knees as far as he could and lined up his cock and pushed the tip inside Jason.

"Aaaaagggg," Jason cried out. "Oh god, more, Colton, please more."

Jason was well prepared so Colton slid inside him, slowly, but all the way until he could feel his balls rubbing against Jason's.

"Jason, holy shit, you are tight," Colton bit out, straining to keep his body under control.

"You feel so good, Col. I feel so full, it's amazing," Jason managed to say before bucking his ass back against Colton.

Colton took the hint and began thrusting slowly, an easy rhythm so Jason could adjust to the feel of it. Jason adjusted quickly and began thrusting back against Colton. He took the hint and grabbed Jason's hips, driving into him until they were both almost sobbing with need. Colton reached around Jason's hips and grabbed his cock. His hand was still lubed and Jason's cock slid easily through his hand. Three solid strokes and Jason was coming with a half moan, half scream of release. Colton thrust a couple more times, loving the feeling of Jason pulsing around him. Soon he was keening as he came deep inside Jason, more satisfied than he'd ever been. Jason had wanted to be marked and yet Colton felt as if he were the one who now belonged to Jason even more.

After a few moments, he gently pulled out and they both collapsed on the bed.

Jason gathered him close, murmuring words of love and adoration into his ear. Colton had never felt so treasured.

"I love you, Col," Jason said.

"I love you, too, Jason," he whispered.

Jason smiled against his hair. He could not have hoped for more when he knew he'd have to tell Colton the truth. Now everything was out in the open and Jason belonged to Colton in a new and permanent way. Everything was perfect.

. . . . .

Blaine woke up when the nurse came in to check on Kurt.

"How is he?" Blaine asked sleepily.

The nurse, Kathy, her name badge said, smiled gently at him. "His vitals are good, he is a strong one. He's getting the rest he needs to get better."

"Good, thank you," Blaine said, staring at Kurt lovingly.

"You really love him, don't you?" Kathy asked.

"More than anything in this world," Blaine responded honestly.

"He is a lucky man," she said, smiling at him.

"I'm the lucky one. He chose me," Blaine said.

"Then you both are blessed. Not everyone in this world is able to find such a beautiful love," Kathy said. She checked a few more stats on the machines surrounding Kurt and walked out.

Blaine gave her words some thought. He really was blessed. Once Kurt was well, he would protect him better, cherish him and love him all the days of his life.

Kurt gave a tiny moan, his head moving as if he were having a bad dream. Blaine stood and brushed his lips against Kurt's forehead and bruised face.

"You're safe, baby. I'm here. Sleep sweet, my love," Blaine whispered.

Out of the blue, his mouth opened and he began to sing softly next to Kurt's ear.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse...

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

He sang the words as a promise. He would be here next to Kurt every step of the way. During his recovery, during his mental and spiritual healing. Blaine would do whatever it took to fix him and give him the safe, loving life he deserved.

And high up above or down below

When you're too in love to let it go

But if you never try you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Those words struck a chord in Blaine. He'd never known what he was worth until he'd met Kurt. He'd never known that he could be kind or loving or needed. Kurt had shown him a side of himself that he hadn't known existed. With Kurt, he was worth something.

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face

When you lose something you cannot replace

Tears stream down on your face

And I...

Blaine let the tears fall, sliding down his cheeks onto Kurt's. He loved this man so desperately. As he sang, he turned it into a prayer for Kurt's healing, for forgiveness for putting Kurt in danger.

Tears stream down on your face

I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

Tears stream down on your face

And I...

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

"I will fix you, Kurt. I promise. I will never leave you or get you hurt again, I swear it. Please baby, get stronger and come back to me," Blaine pleaded. He kissed Kurt's swollen lips lightly before dabbing the tears off both of their faces.

Going back to his chair and placing his hand back on Kurt's wrist so he could feel his pulse, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. For once, hope was warm in his chest. Kurt was going to be okay.