Blaine looked at his phone for what seemed like the fiftieth time in the last hour. It was seven, Kurt was due home at five-thirty. He was only supposed to be at vogue until five, and then the subway ride home would get him back until half an hour later. At six, Blaine had gotten nervous. Hed granted him a little more time thinking maybe he got stuck a little late and forgot to text or call to tell him.

But at six-thirty, worried. Kurt was never late without telling him. He would call even if the thought  he was going to be late. Tonight? Not a word. He pulled out his phone and sent a text out to both Rachel and Santana, asking them if theyd heard from him. Maybe hed stopped over at the loft to check in on the girls. Theyd only been together alone there since Kurt moved out for a few weeks, and it had only been two months since theyre huge blowout over Funny Girl and the understudy.

When both of them responded saying they hadnt seen him, he panicked. He called Rachel, asking for both of them to come over and within thirty minutes, the three of them were in Kurt and Blaines shoebox apartment trying to decide what to do next.

"Im not sure what to do.." Blaine ran a hand over his face, his curls quickly becoming disheveled from the mold of gel.

"Lets not panic." Santana said as calmly as she could, her hands still shaking. "We can just wait here for a little bit and wait to hear something." She noticed Blaine start to open his mouth in protest. She spoke over him. "If he doesnt turn up in the next half hour, well go to Vogue and see if anything is going on, for all we know hes in a meeting."  

Rachel nodded, clearly shaken by the situation.

"Shes right."

The three of them sat on the couch of the apartment, the home completely silent other than the noise of a tea kettle that was quietly bubbling on the stovetop, Rachel had put on in a effort to calm Blaine. He wasnt sure how long theyd been sitting there, but it certainly felt like longer than a half an hour. He noticed Santana and Rachel mouth things silently to each other, and he knew they were panicking too.

Twenty minutes after the girls had arrived, the silence was broken by the sound of an opening door. Blaine jumped up from the couch, running to the door.

"Kurt I-" He began, immediately stopping himself and covering his mouth at the sight that was standing in front of him.

Kurt, his Kurt. Stood in the doorway, his right eye bruised, along with his left cheek. Both of the bruising spots were lined with yellow and purple, the inner parts of it were a dark red. His lip was split, above his black eye was a cut that ran through his eyebrow. His hair that had been perfectly coifed when hed left that morning was disheveled and his clothes were covered in dirt. His shirt was slightly torn and untucked from his pants.

"Oh my God, Kurt." Blaine reached a hand out to touch his fiance, who only flinched away from the hand.  "Oh honey."

"Kurt." Rachel whispered, her eyes filling with tears. Santana put a reassuring hand on her back, hands shaking harder than theyd been before.

Blaine moved quickly, or at least as quickly as he could, getting Kurt onto the couch, Santana rushing back to a cabinet to find a first aid kit to try to tend to Kurts injuries. Rachel, going back to Kurt and Blaines bedroom to get Kurt a change of clothes.

"What happened?" Blaine felt how hard he was shaking and tried to control it, no matter how afraid he was, Kurt probably felt ten times worse.

"There were these two guys." Kurt spoke for the first time since entering, voice slightly shaking. "And they were just beating this kid. He looked like he couldnt have been older than sixteen.  And I couldnt- I couldnt just let them beat him to death, I had to stop them."

Blaine inhaled sharply. Of course he had to be the hero.

"But then they turned on me, and I dont even know if the kid is okay, an ambulance came and I told them I was okay, I could just make it home. But they took him, and I-" He choked out a sob. "Oh God Blaine. I just hope hes okay."

Blaine watched as Santana took a cool cloth to Kurts eyebrow, cleaning up the blood as best as she could in between Kurt wincing at the touch. Blaine could only sit back and watch as someone else took care of his fiance, wishing he could do something but he felt paralyzed.

Both of the girls left the apartment after they were assured both Kurt and Blaine would be okay, Rachel promising to call Burt and Carole and let them know what happened when she got back to the loft so that neither of them would have to worry about it. Kurt was sure his dad would call him worrying anyway, but he appreciated the gesture.

Blaine laid on the couch, waiting for Kurt to come out of the bathroom, hed gone back to take a shower and clean up and Blaine had been anxiously waiting for him to come out the whole time. He poured a warm cup of tea and sat it on the coffee table in front of the couch, turning the TV on something quiet as he waited for his fiance.

When he sat down on the couch he released a relatively quiet sob, his head falling to his hands. He didnt think hed ever felt so terrified in his life. Hed never felt like he was going to lose someone until that night.  He could have lost Kurt. He silently thanked God, or whoever was up there that Kurt was okay and still with him. And that his injuries werent as bad as they could have been. He coughed into his hands while he sobbed, shoulders shaking. He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder.  He turned to see Kurt standing behind him with a sad smile on his face.

"Oh Kurt!" Blaine completely sobered up, moving so that Kurt could sit next to him on the couch. He wiped harshly at his eyes getting the tears as far away from them as he could. Kurt couldnt see him like this, he was the one who was supposed to be emotional.

Kurt sat down on the couch, leaning into Blaine, the younger moving his arm to wrap it around the brunette. Kurt linked their fingers together and Blaine noticed the scrapes and harsh red marks on them, hed tried to fight back. He pulled the offended hand up to his lips and kissed each knuckled gently. I wish I could take this pain away from you.

"I love you." Kurt said quietly, nuzzling into Blaine. "I love you so much."

I wish I could have saved you. "I love you too."

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, sitting up slightly.

"Remember your junior year?" Blaine continued at Kurts nodding. "And I took you to the McKinley championship game, and I told you I was gonna be your bodyguard?"

Kurt nodded again, concern flashing in his eyes.

"I just, I always thought I was that. I thought I could protect you. And now that Im saying it, it just sounds so stupid but-"

"Its not stupid, Blaine." Kurt said quietly. "You make me feel so safe-"

"I couldnt even help you when you were getting attacked in an alleyway."  Blaine spat bitterly, eyes trained to the floor.

"How were you to know?" Kurt asked, straight face. "You cant be everywhere with me."

"I just wish-"

"Hey." Kurt put a hand on the side of Blaines face. "None of that, just be here for me when you can be, which isnt always. But every second you are there to protect me is more than enough."

Blaine just nodded, tears flooding his eyes.

"And one more thing?" He requested, un-injured eyebrow raised. Blaine nodded. "You cant be this upset all the time about this, you didnt do anything wrong, okay?"

Blaine nodded again, visibly relaxing and leaning back into the couch, Kurt falling soon in suit. He and Kurt watched whatever movie was playing silently on TV until Kurts breathing evened out. Blaine couldnt be there for Kurt all the time, but hed always try.