Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 9

"Blaine! Blaine? Please wake up!" Kurt shook his boyfriend by the shoulders, trying to wake him up. Blaine however, remained unconscious. He was lying on the sofa where he had fallen, and Kurt was hovering over his form, eyes wild with anxiety.

"Blaine, baby please." Kurt didn't know what to do. Should he call 911, or wait for Blaine to wake up? Panic began to set in as Kurt reached for the phone he had previously dropped. He began to punch in the digits when Blaine began to stir. Kurt let the phone fall and knelt by the sofa. Blaine's eyes fluttered opened, dazed.

"Kurt?" Kurt's heart soared in relief.

"Kurt, what happened?" Kurt brushed away a few stray hairs on Blaine's forehead.

"You fainted, I think. Just blacked out before my eyes." Blaine groaned, closing his eyes.

"Great, so now I'm the damsel in distress?" He joked.

"Yeah, but you're my damsel. I think you should lie flat, I'll go get you some water." Blaine pouted as Kurt put a cushion behind his head and pulled his feet onto the seat, but he didn't argue. Kurt dropped down and placed a small kiss against his forehead before heading to the kitchen. Blaine suddenly felt light headed and exhausted. Kurt returned with the water, feeling Blaine's forehead with his free hand.

"Well, you're not feverish or anything. How are you feeling?" Blaine took the water, sipping it slowly.

"I feel sick. I don't think I can stand yet." Kurt returned to his kneeling position, as he rubbed his thumb across Blaine's temple gently, making him relax instantly.

"That's ok. Just tell me when you think you can move and I'll help you up." Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes.

"You're too good to me. You should be a doctor or something. You're good at caring for people and attending to their needs." Kurt sighed sadly.

"Yeah, well, I've had a lot of practice." Memories flashed back to his Mom, and the countless hospital visits she'd had to endure. Even at such a young age, Kurt could remember bringing things to her when she needed and washing her hair for her when she couldn't. More recently, Kurt had been attentive to his Dad's needs since his heart attack. Until Carole had come along, Kurt had to be strong for his Dad, making sure his meals were heart-friendly and that he didn't do anything too strenuous. Blaine squeezed his hand apologetically.

"Sorry, I brought back memories didn't I?"

Kurt shook it off.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you're all right. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, I think I'll be ok. That feels really good by the way," Blaine said, indicating to Kurt's thumb. Kurt blushed.

"Well, my magic touch is world renowned."

"I bet it is." Blaine raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Blaine!" Kurt smacked Blaine lightly on the arm. Blaine smirked, laughing in joy at his boyfriend's adorableness. Then they remembered the threats. They met each other's eyes as their smiles fell simultaneously.

"Blaine, what are we going to do?" Blaine swallowed nervously, thinking it over.

"They were just threats. He doesn't live in this part of Lima. Neither of them do. As long as we keep our eyes peeled when we're out, and never go out on our own, we should be fine."

"What about the police? Couldn't they do anything?" Kurt asked a little desperately. Blaine shook his head, defeated.

"We have no evidence. The letter just explains that he's sorry, it doesn't actually say what - they did. The phone call wasn't recorded. We have nothing to use against them." Blaine stretched his head back onto the cushion, groaning in frustration. Kurt shivered in realisation.

"He knows where I live." He whispered. Blaine looked back at him, the situation finally dawning on him. Kurt's eyes were wide in fear, the nausea clutching his chest like it was being gripped by tight rope.

"Blaine, he knows where I live! What if they turn up while I'm out, and they get my Dad, or Finn, or Carole?" Kurt's voice rose in panic.

Blaine sat up from where he was lying and pulled Kurt into his embrace. He could feel the boy shaking beneath him, could feel his terror and worry as if it were his own.

"Kurt, they won't hurt you or your family. I won't let them." Kurt wasn't reassured, and Blaine knew this. "Remember, Finn's over 6ft. He could take out a couple of guys on his own. And your Dad is pretty strong. Carole wouldn't be alone in the house, because she's at work all day and everyone is home in the evenings." Kurt felt slightly better at Blaine's words, realising his family could take care of themselves. He just didn't want his family to be in danger because of him.

Blaine held Kurt to him for a few moments. Kurt pulled out of the hug, but still held onto Blaine's arms.

"Blaine, we're going to need to be really careful when we go out. I think we're going to need to avoid the mall, and maybe try and stay out the house as much as possible. We'll just go to places that are open and have lots of people in." Blaine nodded in agreement.

"You're right. God, this sucks! How did this happen?" Blaine removed his arms from around Kurt, and placed his head in his hands. Kurt moved behind him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist, so that Blaine's back was against Kurt's chest.

"We're going to get through this. These threats may just be empty ones." Blaine lifted his head, turning around to Kurt's.

"That's the thing, I don't think they are. Whenever he threatened me before, he always followed through on them." Kurt swallowed before asking a dreaded question.

"What-what kind of threats were they before?" Blaine breathed deeply, before recounting another tale.

"You know when you asked me to Prom, and I said I went to a Sadie Hawkins dance and got beaten up by three guys? Well, those guys were Dean, Brock and Nathan. This was before - the other attack. The guy I asked to the dance, Rory McGregor, was one of my only friends. We understood each other, so we agreed we'd go together. We thought we were making a difference, but instead - well, you already know what followed."

"What happened to Rory?" Kurt asked before he could stop himself. Blaine closed his eyes.

"We were both beaten up pretty bad, but Rory - he almost died. He survived, but he ended up traumatised. After the dance, he would barely talk to me. He barely talked to anyone, but he avoided me entirely." Kurt rubbed Blaine's chest sympathetically from his position.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry. Did he get any better?" Blaine looked down guiltily.

"I don't know. When I left, I tried to keep in contact, but in the end he just didn't want to know. I've lost contact with everyone from my old life now. It hurts too much." Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's neck, unable to reply. At that moment, he was trying to comprehend how hurt and scared Blaine was, and how it was so unfair that this was happening to his boyfriend.