This is a lot different from what I normally write, so I hope it's okay. I don't own Glee, or Blaine, or Kurt. I do however own the lady with the steak knife. Read to find out what I'm talking about!
It came without warning. All they were doing was walking down the street, holding hands. But for some reason, a group of homophobic jocks decided to ruin their day.
It started out with a simple, "Hey, fags!" Kurt tried to ignore it and kept walking, but Blaine hesitated. That was all the time the jocks needed to surround them.
The kicks, punches and insults seemed to hit all at once, like an avalanche. It got worse and worse by the second, but all they could do was huddle together and take it. Blaine was holding onto Kurt's hand like it was a lifeline, holding on so tight that it hurt. But that was nothing compared to the pain that rained down on them from all around.
Just as suddenly as it started, it was over. Kurt looked up in time to see the gang of jocks fleeing at the sight of an old lady brandishing a steak knife. As soon as the group of boys went around the corner, she went back inside. Apparently, she cared enough to make the jocks leave, but not enough to see if the two victims were okay.
Kurt slowly got up off the sidewalk, still a little shaken, but it was nothing compared to Blaine. Blaine seemed to have retreated into himself, and was shaking too hard to get up. The scared, almost haunted look in his eyes injected a bit more fear into Kurt.
Bruises already forming, Kurt helped his boyfriend up off the ground and supported his shaking body as they slowly made their way back to Kurt's house.
As soon as they were both seated on Kurt's bed, Blaine let out his emotions. Tears started falling thick and fast, sobs racked his body. He pulled his knees up to his chin and rocked back and forth.
Kurt had never seen his boyfriend break down like this before. He was determined to make sure that Blaine knew that he'd be there for him.
Kurt pulled the other boy onto his lap, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Blaine continued to sob, this time into Kurt's shoulder. It just about broke Kurt's heart. He rubbed slow circles on Blaine's back and whispered softly in his ear.
"It's alright, baby. You're safe now. I've got you. I'm here to take care of you."
Kurt tried to stay strong, for Blaine's sake, but he soon felt tears running down his own face. Trying to keep his voice clear, so that Blaine wouldn't notice him crying, he started to sing.
He wasn't even paying attention to what he was singing, but it seemed to do the trick. Blaine's sobs slowly became quieter and fewer, until finally, they stopped altogether.
Kurt continued to rock the boy in his arms and rub his back, until Blaine lifted his head up so that watery-hazel met watery-blue.
"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered. Kurt only held him tighter.
"Don't apologize. You can't be Superman all the time." Suddenly, words started to pour out of Blaine's mouth.
"That attack reminded me so much of the one that made me leave for Dalton. But I felt so much more alone and helpless the first time. In other ways, this one was worse. I couldn't help you. I couldn't stop them from hurting you too. I couldn't save you. That made me feel even worse. I'm so sorry you had to see me like this. That attack was like a nightmare for me." Kurt once again told him not to apologize.
"It's not a bad thing to let someone else take care of you once in a while. And don't feel bad for not being able to protect me. Just having you there with me was enough."
These are the times when Blaine is thankful that he is Kurt's and Kurt is his.
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Thanks for reading!