Thanks for all the reviews guys. (: Here's chapter two for this. Remember: TW for abuse (physical), don't say I didn't warn you.

Curled up with Blaine on the couch was the best feeling in the world. Even if Blaine was controlling, that was normal, right? Being under his thumb was nice, and Blaine loved Kurt, and that's all that really matters.

Although the bruises were getting a little hard to hide, but that was okay. It gave Kurt the opportunity to shop for scarves and make up and new clothes. It was starting to get expensive… But oh well. This is how every relationship is, right?

While Kurt was examining his bruises in the mirror of his room, his phone vibrated across the room.

Sebastian Smythe: Hey, how was yesterday?

Kurt smiled at the thought of yesterday, which is where all his bruises came from.

Kurt Hummel: It was goooood, thanks. (:

Sebastian Smythe: He didn't hurt you did he?

Kurt paused over his keyboard, contemplating the truth. He could say yes and tell Sebastian everything that happened yesterday, or he could lie and not do any of that. But he couldn't lie to Sebastian, so he typed out:

Kurt Hummel: Uhm, yeah he did. But I'll be okay.

Sebastian Smythe: Bullshit! That's not okay, you need to get out of there. What did he do?

Kurt Hummel: Nothing new, just threw me around and… yeah, nothing new.

Sebastian Smythe: That's… wow, I didn't think he would ever do something like that. Are you okay?

Kurt Hummel: Yeah, just gonna be in pain for a while. But I'll be alright. Thanks.

Sebastian Smythe: Are you going to keep putting up with this? Because I hate watching you like this. It's not healthy and it's not safe for you. You need someone who takes care of you, not someone who forces you to find someone who takes care of you.

Kurt thought for a minute, hovering his thumbs over his keyboard again. Maybe Sebastian is right and Blaine is bad for him.

Kurt Hummel: No, it's fine. He loves me. He just gets mad really easily. It's my fault for making him upset.

Sebastian Smythe: Think about what you're saying. If me, Rachel or Mercedes were to say that, you'd be telling us to get out, no matter how much we thought the person loved us. Think about it.

Kurt Hummel: You're right…. But I can't just leave him. I love him…

Sebastian Smythe: But he doesn't love you, Kurt. He's controlling you.

Sebastian Smythe: btw how did he react to the shirt I got you?

Kurt Hummel: Uh… not well… that's what started the whole fight.

Sebastian didn't reply. Not five minutes later, not ten minutes, not an hour. It was midnight before Kurt's phone went off again.

Incoming call: Sebastian Smythe

'Fuck,' Kurt thought

"Hello?" Kurt tried to put on his best tired voice, regardless of the fact that he'd been up waiting for Sebsatian's call. He hadn't been able to do his English homework.

"Hey…" Sebastian sounded breathless, "Can you possibly come pick me up?"

"I… yeah. Of course. Where are you?" Kurt was throwing on sweatpants and a hoodie, running down the stairs.

"I'm… don't be mad, but I'm walking away from Blaine's. I'm outside the gas station on the corner."

"Why.. okay, we'll deal with that later. Yes, I'm on my way. Be there soon." Kurt hung up the phone, texting Finn to tell him where he was going, in case he didn't come home.

Kurt drove on auto pilot, knowing exactly where to go. When he pulled into the gas station, he saw Sebastian inside, buying something and limping.

'Goddammit, Sebastian, why can't you leave well enough alone?' Kurt thought as he got out of the car and walked towards the door, 'There was no reason for you to get hurt for me…'

Kurt walked through the door, and smiled a little. It was flattered that Sebastian would be willing to take a beating for him. But he was still mad because he went in and did something without telling Kurt.

"Sebastian?" Kurt said, coming up behind him.

"Kurt!" Sebastian smiled, reaching up to hug him. He winced and put his arms slightly lower.

Kurt grabbed him around the neck and hugged him tight, "I'm so sorry for all of this. Why would you do that? I can take care of myself, Seb…"

"Can we talk about this in your car? I kinda gotta get out of here."

Kurt let go of Sebastian and led the way out to the car. They got in.

"Kurt, I'm sorry."

Kurt was seething; he couldn't even look at Sebastian. He would raging inside, "Where do I take you? Your house is where?"

"Kurt listen to me. Please. I had to do it!"

"No, you didn't! I can handle my business, you don't need to do it for me. I'm not a little kid!" Kurt was yelling, so frustrated that he couldn't handle it. He didn't usually yell, but when he did, it was hard to come back down from it.

"Kurt, calm down. Please, you're scaring me."

"No! This was none of your business."

"Kurt I was worried about you, I had to do this. He's treating you like shit!" Sebastian was yelling at this point, and showing no signs of stopping, "You don't see it because the nice things he does, which, to be honest, are far and very few between!"

Kurt got really quiet then, thinking for a moment before turning into his own driveway and planning to get out and make Sebastian limp home. But, Kurt was too kind for that, "Do you need to stay here tonight? We have a place you can sleep if you need."

"Yeah, that'd be great," Sebastian thought for a moment and said, "And Kurt?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry. It really was none of my business…"

"It's whatever. Come inside and I'll find you something to wear."