"That's a nice limp you've got there, Anderson." Karofsky noted as he walked behind him with Azimio. "Why I'd almost say you'd lost your V card."

Turning around and clenching his eyes shut Blaine smiled sweetly at them and carried on walking.

"Bet he was a good fuck right? If you're walking like that." Azimio retorted. Fist-bumping with Karofsky.

"Why do you care?" Blaine whispered under his breath.

"What was that, fag? His cock still trapped inside your mouth?" Karofsky said, pushing Blaine forwards a little bit.

"I said." Blaine whispered a bit louder. "Why do you care?"

"Oh, we don't." Azimio laughed, pushing at Blaine's arm. "We just want to know, so we can start the punishment early."

"Yeah." Karofsky agreed. "We don't need you sprinkling around your gay fairy dust shit around this school, someone's gunna catch that disease."

"We're just trying to.." Azimio pretended to think. "Prevent it."

Gulping, Blaine turned the corner half running half walking to try and shake them off—which obviously didn't work—then he saw Kurt. He saw Kurt hanging around with people that he didn't actually recognise.

Then Kurt looked at him.

Then Kurt looked at Karofsky and Azimio behind him and backed away a little bit.

"I didn't think fags could walk that fast." Azimio laughed. "With the exeption of running to cock though, obviously."

"That was a good one, man." Karofsky whispered, laughing.

"Stop. Please." Blaine said, turning around to look at them straight in the eyes.

"Or what? Nobody's going to protect you from us." Karofsky said.

Then they both pushed him into the nearest lockers with a loud clash, the whole hallway went dead silent.

"First punch, Azimio?" Karofsky laughed, guesturing towards Blaine.

"Well I don't mind if I do." Azimio smirked as he punched Blaine right in the gut causing him to cry out in pain and crumple to the ground.

"He hasn't got much strength has he?" Karofsky remarked, kicking at him harshly on the floor then grabbing at him and pinning him up against the lockers.

They both started franticly punching Blaine in his body, head, Blaine could hardly speak as he watched Kurt just watching him get beaten.

Until there was an angry scream and Azimio and Karofsky were being pushed to the ground.

By one Quinn Fabray.

"What the fuck do you think you idiots are doing?" She shouted kicking them hard, a few teachers came out from their rooms due to the insane amount of noise.

"Do not ever, ever touch Blaine again or I will kill you both." Quinn punched them both slack in the jaw and scooped Blaine off the ground and pulled him into the chior room leaving the bullies both on the floor, bleeding.

"God, Blaine, what on earth do you think you were doing?" She asked, looking at his bloody face.

"Getting beat the shit out of, what did it look like?" He snapped, wiping his face harshly with his sleeve.

"Hey." Quinn raised her eyebrow. "I saved you out there."

"Yeah but he didn't." Blaine looked up at her. "Kurt was there. He was watching, Quinn."

"T-The whole time?"

"The whole time."

Marching up the steps to where Kurt was sitting under the bleachers, smoking, Quinn grabbed the cigarette out of his hands and threw it onto the field behind angrily.

"What was that for?" Kurt choked on the smoke that was in his lungs. "I just started that!"

Then she hit him over the head.

"Once again." Kurt rubbed at his head. "What was that for?!"

"For being the worst fucking boyfriend in the whole entire world!" She screamed.

Marching back down the steps and picking up Kurt's cigarette that was still lit.

"Shit.." Kurt whispered to himself.

Stumbling into the chior room with a cut lip and a bloody face he walked right up to Kurt.

"I can't believe you." He mustered out, pressing down on his lip to stop the pain.

"I can't believe you let them beat me up right there, right infront of you. God, Kurt, I thought you were different, I thought you fucking cared about me. I let you take my virginity, Kurt. Obviously that means nothing to you." Blaine snarled.

God he was so angry.

"Look can we just talk ab—."

"No! No we can't just talk about this Kurt I'm done with talking. I'm done with talking to you."

Everyone was silent and still except for Quinn who was nodding along with everything that Blaine had to say.

"Tell me why, Kurt. Tell me why. Why did you just stand there?" He murmered looking Kurt straight in the eyes.

"I—"

"Tell me. The truth." Tears were daring to fall.

"My reputation, Blaine. I just—It can't just end.." Kurt whispered.

Now everything was completely silent.

"Your reputation.." Blaine whispered. "You didn't save me from them because of.. your reputation."

"You're a fucking idiot, Kurt." Quinn said straight out.

"Know what?" Blaine laughed. "I'm gunna play you all a song about how I feel right now."

Blaine grabbed an acoustic guitar off the stand—he had been practicing guitar for a while now in secret—bringing it over to the stool and started to strum.

My ship went down
In a sea of sound
When I woke up alone
I had everything
A hand full of moments
I wished I could change
and a tounge like a nightmare
That cut like a blade
In a city of fools
I was careful and cool
but they tore me apart like a hurricane
A hand full of moments
I wished I could change
but I was carried away

Blaine could feel the tears trickling down his face fast. He never though Kurt would do this to him, out of all people.

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling on everything
Therapy you were never a friend to me
and you can keep all your misery
My lungs gave out
as I faced the crowd
I think that keeping this up can be dangerous
I'm flesh and bone
I'm a rolling stone
And the experts say I'm delirious

Kurt was crying. God, Kurt was crying. He never though he'd see the day when he would reduce him down to tears.

Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling on everything
Therapy you were never a friend to me
and you can take back your misery

Arrogent boy
love yourself so no one has to
They're better off without you
(They're better off without you)
Arrogent boy
Cause a scene like your supposed to
They'll fall asleep without you
You're lucky if your memory remains
He slowed the beat down a bit.
Give me therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy you were never a friend to me
You can take back your misery
Therapy
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy you were never a friend to me
and you can choke on your misery

"I'm a walking travesty." Blaine whispered. "Why would anyone want to be with me?"