A/N: A day late! Yes, I am aware! This week has been crazy busy getting ready for classes next week and of course, movie work. But it's here! I won't be updating this story for another three weeks so next Monday is another story of mine that will be updated though: "Take A Bite Of My Heart Tonight" If you haven't checked that story out, check it out because there will be a new chapter of THAT story next Monday. This is an important chapter for Kurt and Blaine, mainly Blaine, and it ends with a cliffhanger. Enjoy! (;

Warnings: Swearing, hysterical!Blaine ha ha

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or its characters. All property belongs to Fox, Ryan Murphy, and the rest of its rightful owners.

Finding Courage

Chapter Sixteen: The Demand

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"Blaine I can't give you the documents. They fully belong to Kurt and his father."

"I know but I need to see it."

"Trust me; you don't want to see it," Mindy reassured me.

"You don't know what I want! Just let me see the pictures!" I snapped, leaning a little closer to her from over the counter. Her eyes grew wide seeing my sudden anger.

"You know I don't want to do this to you but if you can't control yourself, I'll have to call security to escort you out of here," she said quietly.

"I just want to help him. He needs help, and he deserves to be in jail," I sobbed, probably not making any sense to her. First I demanded the documents, and then I yelled, and now I'm crying. This is probably what Kurt feels like during his outbursts. I don't know what possessed me to do this, but now I really want those pictures: the proof of Kurt's attack.

Right now, I want them more than anything.

I was probably making Mindy uncomfortable but then again, working in a hospital has working with tempered or emotional customers in the job title.

"You and I both know he deserves to be in jail but this is Kurt's decision. Looking at these won't change Kurt's mind," she tried to explain rationally.

I groaned and shook my head. "Kurt doesn't know what he wants. He isn't thinking straight."

"Why do you think that?" she shrugged.

I sighed, "Because his emotions can change at the drop of a pen, he has lots of medicine going through his body at the same time that messes with his hormones. His panic attacks are holding him back on top of that. Trust me; Kurt isn't in the right mind to make decisions for himself."

"And you are?" Mindy raised an eyebrow, challenging me.

I shrugged. "Of course I am. I know what's best for him."

"You think you do," she clarified. I narrowed my eyes at her statement; does she really think that of all people I don't know what's best for him?

"Excuse me?" I asked, offended at her accusation.

"Blaine you are just Kurt's boyfriend. Inviting him into your home and following the doctor's orders and helping him cope is amazing. But pushing Kurt to do things and make decisions is not what you need to do," she explained softly.

I sucked in my lips, blinking back tears. Why is this so hard to explain to everyone? "But I care about him, I'm not just his boyfriend I'm just best friend. If anyone knows more about the right decision he should have, it's me."

"You don't think his father does?"

"Of course but before his father was even allowed to see him, I was the only one in there. I've seen Kurt at his absolute worse. I...I need that man in jail," I stressed, shuddering at the thought of Charles Dunway still remaining around Lima, while me and Kurt's family are working our asses off to heal Kurt.

"Because of what you saw?" asked Mindy.

I nodded, remembering that when I first saw Kurt, that what I wanted more than anything, was to have that man put in jail. "Yes and for Kurt's sake. This man needs to be stopped, my father is the lawyer for the rest of Dunway's victims and he says Kurt has the most evidence. If that evidence can prove to the court that this happened, then all of this can stop and Kurt can sleep well at night. I…Kurt needs to be safe," I explained, pressing a finger into my temple trying to massage out a headache.

Mindy grinned at me, I guess for some reason she was satisfied with my answer. "Have you tried explaining this to Kurt?" she asked.

I let out a small laugh and shook my head. "He won't listen. He's got a hard head and he'll just get emotional."

"He might," Mindy pressed.

"My dad already tried." I shook my head once more.

"But you haven't." I suddenly looked up at her. Of all the time I told Kurt I supported his decision…could I really have the nerve to remind him of my dad? Would he listen if it's me? "If Kurt gives me the okay for you to have these then you can own your own copies. But for now, the only people who have authority to these documents are Kurt and his father. I'm sorry," Mindy apologized.

For some reason, I felt a lot better after talking with her and she actually knew what to say. It was so helpful and stress relieving.

"Thanks." I smiled at her.

"For what?" she smiled back, confused.

I offered her a crooked grin and shrugged. "I don't know I guess I just…needed to talk to someone? And giving me the right instructions. You should go into psychology." I smirked at her and she blushed, offering me a wave of the hand.

"Always here to help."

A clicking on the hospital's tile floor averted my gaze from Mindy; I saw Burt and a tired Kurt Hummel enter the lobby.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I kneeled down to Kurt's level and asked him gently.

"Sore," Kurt mumbled.

"He just woke up. Still tired," Burt alarmed me. I nodded at him.

"Did they take more pictures?" I eyed Burt, wondering why Kurt is sore again. He nodded at me. "Come on, we'll go to your parents house and spend the day there and pack for the rest of the week, okay?" I grinned brightly at Kurt who was still sleepy and looked up at me with droopy eyes. I chuckled, he looked adorable even though. I kissed his forehead and took the wheelchair from Burt, wheeling him to my car.

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Pulling up at Kurt's house always makes me nervous. I look around his street for any abnormal vehicles or activity and then I carefully pull into his driveway. Charles Dunway knows this house, he knows Kurt lives here—somehow, I still don't know how he knows Kurt's name—and he could show up at any moment.

But showing up during the day with me, Finn, Burt, and Carole here with Kurt would probably not be something an experienced attacker would do…hopefully. Kurt fell asleep on the way home so Burt carried him inside and set him down on the couch, letting him rest before fully waking up alert.

I lifted Kurt's head on the couch enough so I could sit in the spot and then placed his head in my lap. Burt took a seat in the recliner and turned the TV on and the volume low, then changing the channel to a sports channel which was showing highlights from a football game last night.

I couldn't help but watch Burt uncomfortably. He knows everything about what Kurt looks like inside and I don't. A little insecure jealousy began to rise up in me…Could he tell me? Is that possible?

"How did it go?" I asked him nervously, after thinking through possibly a million questions in my head to ask him.

"Come again?" Burt glanced at me, then back to this TV.

I bit my lip, trying to explain what I was wanting. "The…the last test. Is everything…improving?"

But paused the TV and began to look at me, almost amused. I raised my eyebrows in confusion at him, as to why he continued to stare at me like that.

"He hasn't told you what happened, huh?" he asked with a small smile.

I quietly groaned "No. I just…I know it might make me sick but I have to know. It's killing me," I strained to him.

"I'd tell you buddy but Kurt might kill me. You want to know anything, you're gonna have to ask him." I bit my lip at that; I knew this wouldn't end well. "But I can tell you they tested him for STD's. Ever since we found out Kurt's number six for Charles…we wanted to make sure he got tested," Burt added uncomfortably.

That interested me. STD's. I hadn't thought of that. "And?" I asked, my head perking up in interest.

"Won't know until tomorrow," Burt mumbled. I frowned; a little worried at the results. If this turned out positive…which could add to every horrible possible thing happening to Kurt…this might even break him worse or our relationship, and if it turned out negative, it could possibly give me some kind of hope that things will gradually get better.

"Dad? B-Blaine?" A mumbled, achy voice asked from below, interrupting my thoughts. I looked down and saw Kurt's eyes slowly open and he yawned.

"I'm right here. You're dads over there," I assured him, gently rubbing his shoulder.

"I'm thirsty," Kurt mumbled, arching his back up, but Burt immediately responded and stood up from his recliner.

"I'll get you a bottle of water, kiddo." Burt was out of the living room in seconds and Kurt laid back down, his head in my lap.

"Hey, are you feeling any better?" I asked him gently, combing my fingers through his hair.

"A little. The sleep was good but I'm still a little sore," Kurt mumbled sleepily, obviously enjoying what I was doing to his hair.

"I'm sure you'll feel better by tomorrow." Kurt nodded sleepily into my lap as I grabbed one of his hands and kissed his knuckles.

"Here you go, bud. Might want to sit up," Burt instructed Kurt, Kurt nodded sleepily again and sat beside me on the couch, grabbing his bottle of water. He took the bottle and continued to drink non-stopping like he hasn't had anything in days.

He let out a sigh of relief after he finished.

"Do you want some more?" Burt asked him.

"No, I'm good." Kurt shook his head, displaying a shy little smile. Burt grunted and resumed the playback, I watched mildly interested while Kurt watched showing absolutely no enthusiasm at all, but still didn't complain since he knew I liked it.

After a commercial break showed, the three of us heard Carole yell for Burt downstairs and he paused the TV, following after her voice. Kurt and I agreed it would be a good time to start packing things for the following week at my house. I got up from the couch and offered to get his wheelchair but he shook his head, wanting to walk.

I bit my lip nervously and watched him stand up without struggle. It took him a while but he finally made it to his room, there were times where his knees would began to shake and he would hiss in pain but then he'd hold onto the wall and wait for a while, then start walking again.

He collapsed onto his bed, panting and whimpering.

"I could have got your crutches." I shrugged, opening up Kurt's suitcase for him.

"I wanted to see what would happen," Kurt managed to reply between heavy breaths.

"Well I guess that answered your question then," I mumbled to myself but Kurt heard me and continued to glare at me. "Where are they?" I asked, hoping to enlighten our banter.

"Where are what?" Kurt asked, confused with my question.

"Your crutches…" I answered slowly.

"Closet." Kurt pointed to his closet and I immediately walked to the closet door, opening it and glancing around for a glimpse of his crutches. After stumbling around and looking through unused boxes, hangers thrown in the floor, and some old notebooks, I found the crutches lying on the floor.

"I found them," I announced to Kurt who was now standing up and looking through his dresser for clothes.

"Okay," he offered as a reply and nodded. I watched him, noticing his knees started to buckle from standing up and he supported himself against the wooden furniture. I bit my lip, feeling nervous about him standing up for such a long amount of time.

"I can do that just...just sit on the bed," I instructed him carefully.

He rolled his eyes, "I need to pick out my clothes."

"Well I did it fine last time," I offered, a little offended.

"Please let me do this. I want to plan my outfits myself," Kurt pressed. I frowned, recognizing that he was indicating how he hated people doing everything for him. For once he wants to do something for himself because Kurt is just that kind of person; a usually strong-willed, independent person.

"Then you can sit and tell me what to get. I just don't want you to get hurt," I said gently. He huffed but sat on his bed anyway. After what seemed like an hour and a half of planning outfits for the next week and folding them accordingly to Kurt's suggestions, he had his clothes packed for the rest of the week.

"Want to watch TV?" Kurt asked, grabbing his remote.

"Actually I was…was wanting us to talk," I replied, a little shaky.

This is it.

This is the moment when I can officially say I asked Kurt to re-think his decision on pressing charges. Whatever the ending answer will be or how heated this becomes…I need to do this; I've been struggling with his decision ever since he confirmed it. Ultimately, everything needs to be out in the open for us.

"Sure," Kurt shrugged, smiling brightly and patted a spot on the bed beside him for me to sit. I sat and grinned at Kurt, he laughed, grinning back. "What do you want to talk about?" he chuckled.

God, I love his laugh. But I know when I suggest this…his face might completely turn scary and not lit up all adorable-like like it is now.

"You," I replied, a little nervous but looking at him straight into his blue eyes.

"Me?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Well more along the lines of your…decision," I clarified, looking at Kurt anxious. And man was I right. The smile from his face faded and his eyes were no longer bright and cheery, almost dark…even angry. I don't know if this is him or his emotions but…I was honestly scared of how this would end.

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" he asked quietly. I nodded, silently. He swallowed thickly and looked to the complete opposite side of the room. "Well there isn't really anything to talk about. I'm not pressing charges and there isn't anything else to it." He shrugged.

"Okay but can we talk about how I feel about it?" I asked quietly.

He let out a sarcastic laugh. "How you feel? Blaine this is none of your business."

"You're none of my business?" I raised an eyebrow.

He sighed, "Of course I am but this…" He gestured down his body "these problems of mine are completely mine. I'm not going to press charges and you shouldn't worry about what I decide to do. It doesn't involve you," he said bitterly.

"Yes it does." I argued.

"How?" he rolled his eyes dramatically.

I bit my lip before giving Kurt my answer, I know I shouldn't bring this up but it's how I feel. "Because this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for me."

"Please don't bring that up," Kurt pleaded, his angry, mocking, voice instantly gone. Maybe his emotions were causing that previous reaction…or maybe right now he just really had some weird attitude adjustment.

"And besides that, Kurt you are my whole world." I took his hand and looked him straight in the eye. He smiled shyly but instantly wiped it away. "Maybe normal boyfriends wouldn't be so involved with their girlfriend, boyfriend, whatever but I'm a little different, and you want to know why?

"Because I stuck with you through thick and thin in that hospital room, I was all you had and you were all I had. I sacrificed time, gas, sleep, studying…any other possible thing so that I could be with you."

Kurt jerked his hand away and crossed his arms, feeling guilty. "I didn't tell you to do all that," he grumbled.

"But I wanted to. I knew that the best part of our day was when I left Dalton and saw you in that cold, boring room and a normal boyfriend wouldn't do that. You might think this is best for you but it's not." I took a deep breath before continuing, trying to remember what I told Mindy previously so that I could bring it up to Kurt.

"Ever since I saw you for the first time…after the attack…I—I sort of made an oath that I would do whatever it took to get him in jail," I admitted.

"That includes pressuring me into things? Blaine you don't know how grateful I am for doing everything you have done for me for the past two months. Every day just confirmed to me why I chose to be your boyfriend. But this should completely be mine to decide," he argued.

"You're going to regret doing this though." I shook my head, completely standing my ground…metaphorically.

"I can't do that. You know I can't see him, I can't have a panic attack in the court room, Blaine!" Kurt screamed.

"Is your reputation so important that you'd sacrifice that than to bring justice to this?" I questioned him.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. I couldn't notice how his eyes seemed to gleam more right now than when we started talking.

"I have no reputation! You don't know what it's like to have to go through all this, to have to go through damn panic attacks, emotional outbursts, scars, bruises…I don't want to press charges because I'm scared. I'm terrified of him!" Kurt yelled and I gasped.

I instantly knew why he was so determined to not go to court. It's not because he knows it will be on national TV and he's too hard headed to agree.

He's scared of Charles.

This guy had turned Kurt into a terrified person, possibly everywhere he goes. Kurt began to sob loudly, not having the ability to speak from the pressure of his cries.

I wrapped my arms around my shaking boyfriend carefully and patted his hair, kissing it as well.

"Sh… Calm down, it's okay," I murmured, rubbing his arms. I couldn't help but notice how light he felt when I hugged him, now that the bandage was removed from his stomach.

"No…No it's not okay," he sobbed into my chest.

"He wants you to be terrified of him. If you don't press charges that will just prove that he's right and he'll continue doing this wherever he goes," I said softly, noticing his sobs got quieter.

"Well it worked because I'm scared on my life for him. I don't want to see him anymore; after I heal I just want to forget," Kurt admitted, sniffing once or twice.

"But don't you think this could be part of the healing process?" I wondered out loud. He lifted his head up from my chest and looked confused into my eyes. I held his hands in mine, explaining further. "If we go into court maybe you will have a panic attack maybe not, but that's just because of you seeing him. Then when you see him again it won't happen again, just like all the other times you've had panic attacks. You'll begin to heal further in this process of completely eliminating panic attacks."

Kurt seemed to want to agree with me but he bit his lip and looked away hesitantly. "But he'll—he'll laugh at me, he'll have everyone laughing at me." His eyes grew wide, imaging the picture of an entire court room laughing.

I began to imagine it too. It seemed horrifying. But then again, so is this whole situation. When I first found out Kurt was attacked, I was horrified.

"I won't laugh. You know through the whole time I'll be by your side. Being whatever you need me to be." I comforted him, a small smile showed on his face at my words. "I want you to be safe," I added.

"Can I—Can I think about this?" Kurt asked weakly.

"Of course I just…I just wanted to talk about it," I shrugged.

"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?" Kurt sniffed into his hand.

"No, that's it," I lied, desperately wanting to bring up the subject about seeing his inside bruises but knew Kurt can only take so much pressure right now. I don't want to scare him; I need for him to re-think pressing charges.

"Okay. So do you want to watch TV?"

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"So did you talk with Kurt?" asked Burt.

Kurt was currently upstairs in the living room—since I was downstairs in the basement—going over some homework. I knew how much Kurt needed his space with this big project so I decided to give him some time for a couple hours or until he finished and help Burt downstairs with the laundry.

"Yeah, I did." I nodded, folding a huge jersey which could belong to none other than Finn.

"Wow, and?" Burt asked, with huge surprise in his voice.

"Well I didn't talk with about the—the pictures but I talked with him about the reason that I wanted to see the pictures." I shrugged a shoulder smiling; placing the jersey on Finn's clothing pile.

"And what was that?" Burt asked, grabbing a bra from the dryer which made my nose crinkle up, that must be Carole's…at least I hope so.

"I think it would be best for Kurt if he pressed charges. You know, taking Charles to court like all the other victims are doing," I began, beginning on a new shirt which obviously had to be Kurt's. I smiled at the thought of doing Kurt's laundry.

"Yeah I agree. How did that go?" Burt asked a little unconvinced.

"Well not so good at first but he's going to think about it." I shrugged.

"Well let me tell you something kiddo, that's progress for Kurt. He has the stubbornness of a mule, once he has his mind made up, there's usually no stopping. So congrats on your part," Burt smirked.

"Thanks and believe me I know," I chuckled a little.

"We all heard how it went so I think you did a good job of helping him by the way," Burt suggested a little uncomfortable.

"All three of you were outside Kurt's door?" I raised an eyebrow.

"No but you two were arguing pretty loud."

I kept my eyebrow raised, not buying it.

"I'm serious! You two were pretty vocal about your opinions," Burt laughed. I shrugged a shoulder and shook my head, agreeing.

"Yeah we usually are," I chuckled, awkwardly folding a large pair of briefs knowing it was Finn's.

The doorbell rang.

"Kurt! You still in the living room?!" Burt yelled, making me flinch a little and cover my ears laughing.

"Yes, still working!" he yelled back, replying.

"You got your crutches near you?!" Burt yelled again and I sighed, why couldn't he just go up the stairs and answer the door?

"Yes!" Kurt yelled back.

"Answer the door, son!" Burt yelled. I laughed, imagining how Kurt didn't get the hint. I went onto a pair of smaller briefs, and blushing a little, and realized Kurt must have answered the door because I heard murmured voices and Kurt didn't yell back anything to Burt.

"Get everything packed?" Burt asked, starting up a new conversation. I never knew Burt to be the talkative type during awkward moments.

"Yeah. Kurt's pretty satisfied with the clothes it took him an hour and a half to pick out," I stressed and Burt laughed loudly.

"That's progress. It used to take Kurt two hours to pick out one outfit for school," Burt said. I gasped, imaging how long that would take us. I just pick out a clean uniform and make sure it's not wrinkled.

Before Burt could suggest something about the horrified look on my face, I heard Kurt from upstairs, screaming and terrified.

It terrified me.

"Blaine! Dad! Help, please! Ugh, leave me al—" It seemed Kurt couldn't finish his sentence because maybe it was muffled or something else happened to him. But Burt and I wasted no time thinking about it. As soon as we heard Kurt scream "help" we dropped our pieces of clothing and dashed up the stairs together.

For me it was horrifying, it was like that night all over again. The only thing that was running through my mind was:

You screwed up. Charles is here.

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