"Blaine!" he heard Kurt call.

"Leave me alone, dammit!" Blaine shouted, unable to run anymore. He leaned against the lockers, slowly sliding down them with pained sobs coming up from his chest. Kurt soon caught up to him and, without hesitation, kneeled down beside him and pulled him into his arms, holding him tight as he cried. Blaine clutched helplessly at him, crying brokenly. His body shook, and he could feel the tears staining Kurt's sweater and making it stick to both of their skin. But, still, Kurt held him. Kurt murmured comforting words in his ear. Kurt rubbed soothing circles into the small of his back.

"I-I..." Blaine choked out. 

"Shh, it's ok. I've got you," Kurt soothed, cradling him to his chest. Blaine sniffled, snuggling helplessly into the crook of his neck. When he'd stopped crying, he pulled back, sniffling. 

"Thank you." "

What for?" Kurt asked.

"B-being here. Not leaving me, even if I told you to," Blaine said softly. Kurt gently brushed Blaine's hair out of his face, kissing his forehead.

"I wouldn't leave you like that. Not when I knew what you do to yourself," Kurt murmured, pulling him close again. Blaine relaxed into his chest, closing his eyes and just letting himself be held. After a little while, Kurt stood and helped Blaine to his feet.

"Come on. I'll give you a ride home," he said softly. Blaine nodded, and took Kurt's hand when it was offered. He laced their fingers together, following Kurt out to his Navigator. Blaine gave him directions and they made it to his house without a problem.

"Come inside. We... we need to talk. I need to explain some things," Blaine said softly when Kurt had pulled into the driveway. Kurt nodded and put the car in park, taking his keys out and putting them in his pocket. They went in and went up to Blaine's room, sitting down on the bed.

"This... this isn't a happy story, obviously. It's... it's something I haven't shared with anyone, not even my family. Kurt... I was r-raped. It... it was bad. I... I never told my parents because my dad would have blamed me for it. He... He would have said that if I wasn't gay, I wouldn't have..." Blaine stopped, trying to control the urge to either vomit, pass out, or go cut. "I just suffered in silence. When it started getting bad, I started cutting. I... Sometimes, it was so bad that my arm looked like hamburger. I never went to the er, though. I couldn't. They would tell my dad. I... I couldn't let him know. He wouldn't understand, he'd say it was for attention. I don't want him to know. He can't know. And that's why I can't tell anyone that he r-r-raped me. I can't tell anyone who he is. He... he can do whatever he wants to me because no one cares," Blaine whispered, tears running down his face. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories. "He... He locked me in a closet at s-school, a-and no one remembered to come get me before school ended. I... I stayed there for five hours before he came. He had strings from a hoodie or shoes or something, and he tied my hands and ankles together. He shoved a tied sock into my mouth, and pulled my jeans off of me... and then he... h-he..."

"Stop. Stop it, don't say anymore," Kurt begged, tears streaming down his face. Blaine looked up at him, his eyes haunted.

"It hurt," he whispered, "the pain was unbearable. He... he wouldn't stop, he kept hurting me a-and... he said it was my fault. He said that if I hadn't walked around and acted like a fairy he wouldn't have hurt me..."

"Blaine," Kurt sobbed brokenly. Blaine slowly dissolved into tears, and Kurt pulled him to him chest, crying hard.