Unsure what Blaine was looking for, Kurt turned his hand nonetheless. Tiny white scars were all over the palm, and he hadn't even noticed them before. He whimpered softly.

"But you couldn't have," he said, shaking his head, utterly disbelieving. "It must have been an accident. It had to have been, Blaine, you always blame yourself for things you don't do."

The knot in his chest loosened. Of course that's what happened. Blaine would never, ever hurt him. He knew that with everything in him, everything he was made of.