Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. All I own is my original characters.
Kurt feels like he wants to vomit as Blaine finishes his story. Blaine is crying uncontrollably, and the counter-tenor immediately pulls him into a crushing hug, rocking him back and forth.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles as he rubs Blaine's back soothingly, tears stinging his own eyes. "I - I'm so sorry, Blaine. I can't..."
Blaine pulls away, his hands trembling as he unzips his jacket and removes it. Some part of his brains screams at him not to do this - not let the mask slip anymore. He ignores it; the mask is coming off tonight.
Kurt's breath catches in his throat. His boyfriend is about to show him evidence of past torment.
The shorter boy is shaking so badly that Kurt has to help him remove his long sleeved navy shirt. He gasps when he finally sees the enormous 'F' that covers his boyfriend's slightly toned torso. Blaine watches as Kurt stares at the heavy scarring, his eyes wide and glassy with tears, waiting for a reaction.
"No one will ever want you when I'm finished with this."
He fights back the memories as Kurt's trembling fingers brush against his skin, tracing the entire letter.
"What happened to them?" he asks. "Your b-," he almost hesitates, because 'bullies' definitely isn't the right word...no...'monsters' seems more appropriate, but he doesn't say it. "The people who did this."
Blaine is silent.
"My parents pressed charges; they were convicted, but Austin's dad is a hot shot attorney, and he appealed the guilty ruling...they're still..." he doesn't think he can say the name of the school without throwing up. "They're still there."
Kurt wants to scream when he hears this...instead, he pulls Blaine forward and crushes his lips against his boyfriend's.
"I still want you." he whispers when they break apart, "I'll always want you."
For some reason, Blaine believes him. He goes from crying to sobbing hysterically.
He was wrong. Austin was wrong. Kurt still wants you.
Kurt waits patiently for Blaine to calm down.
"I had so much to deal with afterwards," Blaine mumbles finally. "My parents set me up with a shrink, but it didn't help my 'anger management issues'. I almost hurt my brother...my little brother, Kurt - and after he had to see me lying on the pavement bleeding out - I couldn't -"
"Breathe," Kurt orders, because Blaine looks like he's about to have a full on panic attack. "I'm here, and you are safe. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
Blaine takes several shaky breaths to calm himself.
"What happened to Shay?"
Blaine doesn't answer for a moment.
"Transfered schools when her parents moved to Columbus," he says miserably. "We still talk on the phone though."
"It's okay. It's not your fault." Blaine leans his head against Kurt's shoulder and closes his eyes. The counter-tenor's arms circle around his torso and hold him gently.
"Can I ask you something?"
"How did Wes and David figure out what happened? They said you didn't tell them outright."
"Yeah, that's what Wes said when I talked to him yesterday. They caught me a month after I transfered to Dalton, after Phys. Ed...you can't really hide too much in a locker room, you know."
The two lapse into silence.
Then Kurt lets go of Blaine and stands up.
Blaine panics for a moment.
"It's okay," Kurt soothes him. "I'll be right back, I promise. I have to make a call."
The shorter boy hesitates, then nods.
"You were right - it was better that he told me himself."
How's he holding up?
"Not well. I - reliving it again, I don't know, he's just a mess."
You saw the scars?
"Yeah, he showed me. Wes...I never expected..." Kurt still feels sick thinking about it.
I know. Wes sounds sympathetic. Some people are just twisted...
"Yeah." Kurt sighs. "I better go. I don't want to leave him alone for too long."
Yeah. agrees Wes. Talk to you soon. Bye.
He hangs up and grabs his pajamas, as well as the lotion he uses for his moisturizing routine, and heads back to the guest room. Blaine's already in his own pajamas - a plain white t-shirt and a pair of gray sweats - and curled up in a fetal position on the mattress.
"Blaine?" he says tentatively, and his boyfriend's beautiful, hazel eyes slowly drift up to Kurt's own eyes. "I'm gonna change, and do my moisturizing routine. I'll sleep in here tonight. Is that okay?"
Blaine cracks a weak smile.
"Don't let your dad catch you," he says softly. "Rumor has it, the man owns a shotgun."
"Well sir, I can readily disprove that," laughs Kurt. "He does however, own many power tools that when used on the human body, could prove fatal. You've been to his tire shop."
"If you're trying to make me feel better, you're not doing a great job," says Blaine, even though he's smiling a little wider.
Kurt snorts, then crosses over to the bed and bends over, laying a gentle kiss on Blaine's forehead.
"I'll be back in a few."
Kurt leaves the door open when he comes back into the room. Blaine is still awake, and smiles when he sees him.
"You look nice."
Kurt blushes and climbs onto the bed next to Blaine.
"Thanks." he pauses. "Blaine?"
"I meant what I said," he says quietly. "About wanting you. The scars don't change that." Then before he can stop himself, "I love you."
Blaine goes still beside him, and Kurt panics.
"I - I'm sorry, I understand if you don't -"
Blaine rolls onto his side and looks up at Kurt, and then he leans over and kisses him.
"I love you too."
It takes a good forty minutes for either of them to fall asleep.
It's 3:45 AM when Kurt is woken up by screaming.
Something hard hits his side and he gasps, knowing there will be a bruise later. When he sits up, he sees Blaine next to him, struggling against the blankets, caught in a nightmare.
"Blaine." Kurt grabs his shoulder and shakes it gently. "Blaine, wake up."
"Please, let me go...no, don't -"
Blaine screams, and the sound terrifies Kurt.
"Blaine, it's me." he says, shaking his boyfriend gently, desperate to free him from the dream. "It's Kurt."
"I'm here," Kurt continues, and his hand drifts down to Blaine's back, rubbing it gently. "They can't hurt you. You're safe."
"Please," the word leaves Blaine's mouth in a ragged whisper.
"I'm here," Kurt repeats, "I still want you. I love you."
Blaine's body seems to relax, and rolls over so that he's facing Kurt...and he's awake.
I'm here. I still want you. I love you.
Kurt repeats those three sentences for over an hour, holding his boyfriend tightly, until Blaine mumbles something he can't understand and his body goes limp.
He presses a kiss to the shorter boy's forehead and lips before snuggling down next to him.
"I'm here as long as you want me to be." he whispers before closing his eyes. "Always."
And Blaine smiles as sleep claims him.
The mask is gone.
hmm. still not sure about the ending...but I hope you enjoyed this.
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