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“Blaine!” Kurt was on his knees beside Blaine in seconds. His heart lodged in his throat as he watched his boyfriend curl up in a fetal position and writhe on the ground in pain. “Blaine what’s wrong – what’s the matter?” Kurt tried to pry Blaine’s hands from his face, his eyes, but Blaine wouldn’t move them. “Let me see – come on Blaine let me see!”

“But it was just a slushy.” Kurt heard Puck saying in confusion. He couldn’t bother to waste any energy glaring at the other boy though – not when Blaine was crying out like this and Kurt felt like his own heart was being ripped to pieces with each painful sound.

“Dude that’s not a normal slushy – that’s not ice.” He heard Finn saying, but it didn’t really sink in since he was far too focused on Blaine.

“Blaine come on please…”

Blaine didn’t respond except to roll toward Kurt and practically curl himself around Kurt’s torso as he sobbed painfully. Kurt leaned over Blaine, rubbing a hand up and down his back, and managing to at least get one hand away from Blaine’s face by lacing their fingers together. Blaine’s fingers gripped his so tightly Kurt knew that it would be hurting if he’d had the capacity to focus on his own pain at that moment, but he didn’t have room for that, all Kurt had room for was Blaine’s.

It seemed like it was Blaine’s right eye that was hurting him, since that’s the one he kept covered. His left eye was clenched shut tightly against the pain with a steady stream of tears leaking out that broke Kurt’s heart as he used the fingers of his free hand to wipe as much of the slushy, or what looked like slushy but felt like wet rocks, as he could away.

“It’s okay Blaine I’m right here. I’m right here… Finn!” Kurt cried brokenly, feeling himself wanting to curl up and sob as well. He’d never seen Blaine like this before and it scared the living hell out of him. Blaine was happy, and excited, even angry, and yeah sometimes sad, but never like this – never hurt.

“He went to get your car Kurt. He’ll be here any second.” Mercedes answered as Mike and Puck crouched down beside he and Blaine with concerned expressions.

Blaine clung to Kurt while his other hand pressed against his eye. “Don’t rub – don’t rub it Blaine.” Kurt shifted, resting Blaine’s head in his lap and curling his upper body around Blaine’s head protectively, running his fingers through his now messy curls and kissing his temple and down to his ear. “Shh, shh, shh it’ll be okay I promise. You’ll be okay. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you. I love you.”

Kurt really didn’t know what he was whispering, or why, but it seemed to help as Blaine’s sobs died down until he was only panting harshly. It seemed like forever before Finn got back with the Navigator and then he was there and with the help of Puck was lifting Blaine off of the hard, cold concrete and loading him into the back along with Kurt, who he wouldn’t let go of.

Blaine turned himself around until he could bury himself back in Kurt’s arms. Kurt rubbed his hands up and down Blaine’s back and shoulder, running his fingers through his hair, and kissing him over and over again. He didn’t know what else to do, but he wished more than anything that he could take Blaine’s pain away – pain that should have been his in the first place.

Blaine had pushed Kurt out of the way, taken that slushy for him, a concoction that had intentionally been meant to hurt him, and as Kurt thought about it tears began leaking down his own cheeks. God he hated Sebastian. He’d never hated anyone really, even his own bullies, but Kurt wanted to hurt Sebastian. Physically hurt him and make him scream like Blaine had, make him suffer the way Blaine was, and the feeling made Kurt sick.

Kurt pressed his lips against the top of Blaine’s head, clenched his eyes closed against the onslaught of anger and tears, and held Blaine tighter, rocking him and wishing more than anything that Blaine had just let it hit him instead.

(Source: this-one-here)