Kurt hated being alone on Saturday nights. They usually were the same every week, his dad and Carole going out for a date night while Finn went over to Puck's or Mike's to spend the night playing Call of Duty or Halo. Then Kurt would stay at his house and get movies and popcorn ready, waiting for Blaine to show up at his door with pajamas in hand and a big smile on his face; or he'd end up going to Blaine's house- if his parents were gone on business- and spend the night cuddling and listening to music on his bed. They were usually fun and joyous and cozy. But this week Blaine's parents dragged him out for a dinner with colleagues and he was alone. Except that it was now 8:30 and Finn was still home. Which was the weird thing.

The sound of the doorbell going off startled Kurt from his position at his desk, hunched over his book. He threw a confused look at his window, irritated that it was probably Finn who had invited someone over, or even ordered pizza. He stood up and stretched, loping out of his room and standing at the top of the stairs to look down at the door where Finn stood for a moment before stepping out of the way. Rachel walked in and looked up, seeing Kurt at the top of the stairs, a huge smile taking over her face. "Kurt!" She exclaimed, waving excitedly at him. She was dressed in a black school girl dress with a white sash tied around her waist. Kurt cocked his head at her as she pulled her coat closer to her as Finn closed the door behind her.

"And you guys are going... where?" Kurt murmured, stepping down the stairs, gripping the banister loosely.

"Oh, um." Rachel giggled and blushed, looking over at Finn who stood awkwardly to the side. "Finn, would you like to tell Kurt what's going on?"

"Um... well. Puck got Rachel and I some fake IDs and we're going to a bar in downtown Lima. Puck invited us." Finn's face suddenly took on a panicked look, "Please, don't tell my mom. Or Burt. They'd kill me."

"Not to mention my fathers. They would absolutely furious." Rachel added, with a few quick nods.

Kurt's eyes widened as he tilted his chin up. "Ah. I see. Well. If you know you're going to get into so much trouble, why are you going?"

"Because, dude, we need to let loose a little. We haven't had a good time out in a while." Finn said as he reached for his coat. He suddenly looked up at Kurt with a hopeful expression. "You should come with us."

"What?"

"You should come with us. You're just as high-strung as everyone else, maybe even more. You need to get out. Let loose." Rachel was nodding enthusiastically next to him, a large grin on her lips. "I'm sure Puck would have an extra ID."

Kurt shrugged his shoulders, tapping his fingers against the banister. "I don't know... I mean. I'd be more comfortable if Blaine went with us... So I think I'll stay home."�

"Oh come on!" Finn groaned, "I know you'd want Blaine to be there, but he's out with his parents. You'll have fun. Music, drinks! A fun night with the 4 of us. It'll be great."

"Yeah, Kurt. It'll be fun!" Rachel said in a high pitched voice, looping her arms around Finn's.

Kurt bit his bottom lip and looked at his feet for a moment, debating over whether to go or not. He did need a night out. Maybe some fun would be exactly what he needed.

"Fine. I'll go. Let me go get my coat and I'll be right down." Kurt finally sighed.

"I can't believe I actually listened to you guys. I mean, I could be home studying, or texting Blaine. Or really anything. But no. I decided to come with you." Kurt was rambling as they pulled up to the bar, his forehead resting against the cool glass of the car window. Everyone got out of the car and made their way to the entrance where Puck stood with his arms crossed, a smirk on his lips. "If we get caught. I swear, neither of you will see the light of day."

"Ease up a bit, Hummel. Jeesh. It'll be fun." Puck said, tapping his knuckles against Kurt's shoulder before passing out the IDs, earning a dirty look from Kurt.

Finn had a dopey smile on his face as he looked at his ID, showing it to Rachel and pointing out something, his eyes full of wonder. Kurt looked down at the piece of plastic Puck handed him and frowned. "James Donahue?" He looked up at Puck, a look of disbelief on his face. "This isn't going to work. I don't even have a mustache. And this man is tan."

"Trust me, Kurt. They'll work. The bouncer barely even pays attention to the cards since this is just one of the run down, poor people bars."

Kurt made a look of disgust as he looked back down at the ID. "Fantastic."

"Now, come on. Before we lose room on the dance floor!" Rachel said, still closely attached to Finn's side.

Puck smiled, raising an eyebrow at Kurt. "See, Berry's got the right idea."

Kurt rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as they made their way inside. When it was his turn to hand the ID to the bouncer, he was nervous, blushing as he smiled at the large man who had a dubious look on his face after glancing down at the picture. The man handed him back the card and stuck his thumb over his shoulder with a look to the ceiling. Kurt smiled and nodded, saying a 'thank you' as he followed Puck into the crowded area of the bar.

The music was loud and the room was quite dark, colored lights flashing around and lights by the bar. People were crowded on the dance floor, Kurt trying to stay as far away from the moving bodies as possible. "Let's get drinks!" Puck yelled to Finn, who nodded yelling a "Hell yeah!"

They pushed their way to the bar, Puck ordering the drinks for everyone except for Kurt who cut him off sharply as Puck pointed a finger at him, probably about to tell the bartender some overly alcoholic drink, asking the man behind the counter for a simple Shirley Temple. "Are you serious, Hummel?"

"Yes, I'm serious. I'd rather not puke my brains out by the end of the night. And Finn and Rachel will probably need a designated driver." Kurt said, narrowing his eyes at Puck.

"Good looking out for us, Kurt!" came Finn's loud voice in his year as he clapped him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, whatever." Kurt mumbled as he watched the bartender bring everyone else their drinks, going back to make Kurt's.

"Well, I'll be heading out to the dance floor now," Finn pointed out after chugging down half the liquid in his bottle of beer. "Come on, my lady." Rachel blushed, kissing Kurt on the cheek before being dragged away from him by Finn.

"And I will be joining them," Puck added, downing a shot that had been set down in front of him. "Have fun, Hummel."

Kurt pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked out into the mass of bodies, wishing Blaine was here so he could join in on the fun. Really, the only reason he did come was because he knew that Finn would end up getting plastered by the end of the night, and Rachel would be close behind. Neither would be in the state to drive and he really didn't want to have to make a trip to the hospital in the middle of the night.

Kurt sat on the stool by the bar as the bartender came over with his drink, setting the glass in front of him. �He sighed and crossed his leg over the other, resting his elbow on the polished wood of the bar and resting his chin in the palm. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out his phone, seeing he got a text from Blaine. 'I'm sorry I'm not there with you. Pick a good movie for me.'

Kurt smiled at the text, wishing he was home with Blaine, curled on the couch with a blanket draped over them, stealing sweet kisses as Moulin Rouge played in the background. 'I'm actually not home at the moment. I wish I was there with you though.'

Blaine was quick to respond and Kurt chuckled, knowing that Blaine probably had the phone hidden under the dinner table to text. 'Not there? Where are you? You didn't get dragged to Puck's again did you, because if you did, I'm sorry.'

'No, actually I'm at a bar. With Finn and Puck and poor Rachel.'

'A bar, Kurt? That's not really your scene.'

'Yeah I know. But I didn't want Finn ending up in a car wreck like the idiot he is.'

'Be nice. Well, I'm sorry. I wish I was there with you. Be careful.'

'I wish you were here too. But I'll be fine. I'll just sit on the stool and think of you.'

'Oh, You're sweet. I have to go now. My mom's giving me dirty looks. I love you.'

Kurt smiled as he typed out an 'I love you too' quickly before putting his phone back in his pocket. He resumed back to his old position, his chin back resting in his palm. His free hand reached up and traced the rim of his glass before he picked it up to drink from it. He set the glass back down, his finger once against tracing over the edge. He stared at the liquid sloshing slightly, his head already beginning to ache over the loud music and bright lights.

Two hours passed by quite quickly for Kurt, sure their parents would be home soon, but Finn probably already gave them a good excuse for why they were gone. Kurt had only finished three Shirley Temples, while he had watched Finn and Puck both reappear multiple times for new �drinks. Kurt had shaken his head at the two boys everytime, sighing and knowing that they weren't going to have a very enjoyable morning. He drank the rest of what was left in his glass and set it there, thinking of waving down the bartender, but deciding against it as he crossed his arms on the bar and biting his lip. He was thinking of going up to Finn and cutting the night short, but he knew he'd never hear the end of it if he did, so he was just going to wait everything out sitting at his stool.

A new glass settled down in his sight and he was surprised, lifting his head and looking at the bartender, a quizzical look on his face. "I didn't ask for a refill."

"That boy at the end of the bar paid for it," the man said stiffly, before walking away to leave Kurt even more confused than before. What boy? He leaned forward to glance down the bar, his heart lifting for a moment, a bit of hope that Blaine had showed up to take him home. But his gaze caught a pair of blue eyes and his mood deflated. The guy was watching him, a small smile pulling on his lips. When their eyes met, he winked and Kurt blushed, sitting back, staring hard at the glass.

Why would the boy pay for Kurt's drink? They were in a bar full of painfully straight people, mostly couples or singles trying to get with someone. He'd never expect a random guy to pick him out of everyone there. Why Kurt though? He was Kurt. Nothing special. He still constantly wondered what Blaine saw in him to keep him there.

Someone moved to sit on the stool next to him and he glanced over, his blush growing brighter when he saw the boy from the end of the bar sitting next to him. He looked back at the drink, folding his hands on the bar, his thumbs tapping against each other.

"Hello." Kurt glanced over when he spoke, the guy now turned to face him.

"Hi..." Kurt mumbled, trying to avoid the man's blue eyes. His shabby brown locks hung in his eyes and he shook them out of the way as he held out a hand.

"I'm Jeremy." He smiled, his teeth bright and his smile large.

"Kurt." Kurt said, gingerly taking Jeremy's hand and shaking it before retracting it quickly.

"So, what are you doing sitting here at the bar alone?"

"Um, I'm here with my brother and his girlfriend. I'm keeping an eye on them so they don't do anything stupid." Kurt murmured, looking over at Jeremy and nodding slightly.

"Ah. I see." The guy looked at the bottle he had in his hands before glancing at Kurt with a soft smile. "Why aren't you drinking."

"I'm not really into it. And I'm trying to stay responsible so they have someone to drive them home."

"Mh. I'm sorry you got dragged out here. But if you try you can make it fun. And I could help," Jeremy gave a cheesy smile, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"There is no way this could be fun. No offense to you or anything. But it isn't really my scene. Though, my brother wanted me to come so I could 'let loose' a bit. But I'd feel so much better if we were 'letting loose' at a friend's house. Not around strangers."

"Oh no, I get where you're coming from exactly. I said the same thing when I was dragged to a bar for the first time. But I got a couple drinks in me and then everything was so much better. Come one, let's get at least one drink in you. Maybe that'll help." Jeremy waved down the man behind the bar.

"No, no. Really, I'm fine. I am." Kurt tried as Jeremy ordered him a drink.

"I'll pay for it, no worries. And you'll be fine. One drink isn't going to make you drunk," he gave Kurt a promising smile.

Kurt smiled back, but he wanted to leave. This tall, thin guy was really attractive. And the looks he kept giving Kurt were sending weird thoughts to his brain. He watched as his blue eyes scanned over Kurt's body before meeting his eyes for a second. "Um..." Kurt began, biting his lip as he turned to Jeremy. The boy's eyes were now watching his lips, his eyes trained on them as he let his lip go from between his teeth.

"Yes?" Jeremy's blue eyes met his again and he took in a deep breath.

"Are you gay?" Kurt automatically blushed as those words slipped out of his mouth.

Jeremy smirked, seeing the slight panic appear in Kurt's eyes. "That I am. I hope you are too? I mean, I usually make snap judgements and are wrong, but you're too pretty not to find out."

Kurt scoffed and ducked his head. "I am, yes. And you're very... sweet and all but I have a boyfriend, so. You're lines aren't going to work."

"They sure look like they're working," Jeremy observed in a deep voice.

"Huh," Kurt sighed, "Well, it's because I'm not used to really getting hit on. And I blush very easily."

"You deserved to get hit on all the time. It'd be a waste not to."

Kurt rolled his eyes as the bartender brought a new glass with a �new color of liquid that Kurt couldn't name. Kurt pulled out his phone to check for texts when Jeremy reached over and bumped Kurt's hands, knocking the phone to the floor. "Shit."

"I'm sorry," Jeremy said with mock panic. Kurt got off his stool and kneeled down, reaching under his stool for the phone, checking to make sure nothing cracked. "It didn't break did it?" Jeremy asked, brushing his hands against his thighs.

"No, it's fine." Kurt said as he slid back onto the stool.

"Drink up, come on! So we can get this party started!"

Kurt looked wearily at the drink, wrapping his fingers around it carefully before lifting it to his lips. Jeremy looked in fascination as Kurt took a drink, making a face as the alcohol burned all the way down his throat. He didn't understand why people liked to drink this. It not only burned but tasted sour to him causing his stomach to turn. Maybe people got used to the burn and the taste after a while? Jeremy was smiling as he watched Kurt down half of the drink quickly.

"So?" He asked, leaning forward slightly.

"It tastes bitter. And burns." Kurt stated as he took another drink. Even as he said that he didn't want to stop drinking. Either because it was a drink and he had it in his hand so it was a reflex or because he was just being nice. He downed the drink after a moment, setting the cup on the bar and sticking his tongue out as he made a face. "Well. That's the one drink I'll be having. Thank you very much." He grabbed the Shirley Temple that was still sitting in front of him and drank it quickly, hoping to get the bitter taste out of his mouth.

"That's fine," Jeremy murmured, taking a drink from his bottle, cocking his head slightly at Kurt.

Kurt felt awkward as Jeremy just watched him. He turned back to the bar and rested his hands back on the wood. Jeremy turned to the bar to and tapped his fingers against the wood, glancing at Kurt once in a while. After a while of sitting there, Jeremy continuing to check out Kurt, Kurt turned to face him, narrowing his eyes. "Really, stop. You-" Kurt suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash through him as his statement was cut off. "Whoa."

"What?" Jeremy wondered, turning to face him also, a knowing look on his face.

"I don't know. I just... got really dizzy. I should... go to the... bathroom." Kurt put his palm to his forehead, confused as he went to stand up. He wobbled a bit, Jeremy jumping off his seat to wrap an arm around his waist.

"I got you," he murmured. Kurt wanted to shove his arm away and �go find Finn, but he needed cool water because everything was suddenly way too warm. He made his way to the bathroom with Jeremy following, stumbling multiple times along the way. When he burst through the door, he went to the sinks and turned the cold water on full blast, splashing his face. He clutched at the sides of the sink, taking deep breaths before straightening up and turning off the water.

"I feel like crap. Jesus. I only had one drink." Kurt muttered.

"Maybe it's because you haven't had a drink before? Maybe your body is just trying to get used to it." Jeremy suggested from his place against the wall.

"Maybe," Kurt mumbled, walking over and sliding down the wall, letting his head fall back to rest against it. He groaned as he tried to get rid of the feeling of dizziness.

"I'm sorry." Jeremy said, looking down on Kurt amusedly.

"Mhm." Kurt closed his eyes, letting himself stay calm for a few minutes before opening his eyes and slurring out, "I need to go home."

"How about we go to my dorm? Campus is only a few minutes away and then I can drive you home in the morning?"

Kurt blinked up at Jeremy, "I just wanna sleep."

"Come on," Jeremy said, leaning down to boost Kurt up. "You can crash on my couch."

"Awesome. Juss let me let my brother know." Kurt attempted to walk and stumbled, giggling childishly when Jeremy caught him.

"Let me know what he looks like and I'll find him for you."

Kurt nodded as they stepped out of the bar, Jeremy's arm tight around his waist. "He's tall. Really tall. Like a giant. And he has brown hair. And is wearing this ugly green shirt that doesn't go at all with his shoes." Jeremy nodded and chuckled, searching the crowd for the boy Kurt had described.

When he caught sight of him dancing with a short dark haired girl, Jeremy pushed through the crowd till he was able to tap Finn's shoulder. The boy turned with a smile, not looking half as drunk as Kurt made him sound. "Hey, Kurt!"

"Finn! Brotherrrr. How's it goingggg. I dun... I don't feel well. I'm gonna... gonna go to my friend... friend... Jeremy's house and crash on his couch." Kurt was patting Jeremy's chest, looking trashed out of his mind.

"Okay. Be careful while driving. And call me in the morning..." Finn eyed Jeremy for a moment.

"I'll remind him when he wakes up." Jeremy smirked, before turning so Finn couldn't say anything.

He got Kurt out to his car, boosting him into the passenger seat where he giggled till Jeremy buckled him in. It took not even 6 minutes to get to the college dorms down the street, where Jeremy parked the car and got out. He dragged Kurt to the building, Kurt becoming limp in his arms before he even got on the elevator. He shook Kurt, waking him up as the elevator doors slid open and he led him down to �his dorm. He unlocked the door and slipped into the dark room, closing and locking the door behind him. He flipped on the light, letting go of Kurt as he straightened up.

"It's dirty." Was all that Kurt slurred as he looked around the small cramped room. A small couch was shoved in the corner and a large mattress was on the floor, the dark red comforter messed and the tan sheets crinkled. Kurt yawned, blinking as he glanced around.

Suddenly Jeremy was against Kurt, pushing him up against the door. It took Kurt a moment to process what was going on, his body immediately going to the feeling of pleasure that pulsed through his blood as Jeremy's lips attacked his neck. Jeremy shifted and roughly pushed his lips against Kurt's, his tongue pushing between his lips and into his mouth. Suddenly Kurt was painfully sober as he realized what was going on. He shoved at Jeremy's chest. "What are you doing!" He yelled, gasping as he tried to catch his breath, Jeremy looking at him with hooded eyes.

"I just want to make you feel good, baby." Jeremy murmured, moving closer to Kurt.

"I have a boyfriend!" Kurt said firmly, placing his hands on Jeremy's chest. He grabbed Kurt's wrists and pinned them above his head.

"That doesn't matter to me. All that matters is he isn't here right now. Now is he." He breathed in Kurt's face. Kurt turned his face to the side, making a sound of disgust. "I didn't think so." Then his lips were back on Kurt's and Kurt moved his head again to detach their lips.

"Get away!" he yelled.

Jeremy shook his head with a dark chuckle. "Don't count on it." He muttered.

Everything rushed before Kurt, his mind still hazy. His thoughts were screaming for help, his mouth afraid to do the same. He wanted Blaine. He wanted Blaine to burst into the dirty room and save him from Jeremy. He was crying without knowing it, surprising himself when he felt the wetness on his cheeks. When he noticed this he also noticed that Jeremy was standing before him naked, his own shirt on the floor and his pants on their way.

His chest constricted, his heart squeezing painfully. Bile rose in his throat as realization came crashing down on him. Jeremy was going to rape him. Kurt let out a sob, tears still streaming down his cheeks. "Please, don't. Please."

Jeremy stood up, Kurt now standing naked himself. �He was smirking as he pressed his body against Kurt's, making Kurt recoil from him. "Now, be a good boy. And I'll be kind."

"Please. Please, don't do this," Kurt cried quietly as Jeremy pushed him backwards towards the bed till he fell.

"Shut up." Came a harsh voice, as Jeremy's rough hands flipped him over. Kurt's face was pressed into the mattress, the mattress smelling of a mixture of colognes and sweat that made him gag. He laid on his stomach, sobbing into the mattress as Jeremy moved about before he felt the bed sink under his weight.

Kurt needed Blaine. He needed to be back home.

So that's what he did. He did what he did when he cut himself. He closed his eyes tightly as tears streamed down his cheeks and made everything numb around him. He could see Blaine's smiling face, his warm hazel eyes.

But the rough touches and the pain that spread up his spine made it's way into his mind and he let out a cry of pain. He began to cry harder, begging Jeremy to stop. To let him go home.

He tried harder. He needed everything to be numb. So as he felt the blunt head of Jeremy's cock against his entrance, he tried to lose himself in old memories. Of him and Blaine sitting on the couch watching a movie, though they weren't really watching it. They were watching each other. Blaine would have his arms wrapped around Kurt, and Kurt would be lounging on his chest between his legs, the bowl of popcorn in his hands. He'd feed a piece to Blaine and giggle softly as he felt Blaine's soft lips touch his finger tips. His lips so much softer and sweeter than the boy above him now.

The boy who was gripping his hips too hard, and snapped his hips to rough. The guy who was grunting above him, who was sweating on him. He felt his bare back against his own and he felt the bile rise again.

Blaine would sing along with the movie, his voice a whisper in Kurt's ear, his breath tickling him and causing Kurt to blush and giggle. They'd have set down the popcorn and Kurt would be cuddled up against Blaine and while Kurt watched the movie, Blaine would watch him and run his fingers through Kurt's soft strands of hair.

Kurt could feel the sickening feeling of Jeremy's cum fill him, making him gag in between sobs. When Jeremy pulled out, Kurt let out another cry of pain, staying on his stomach as he felt the bed shift as Jeremy laid down beside him. Kurt didn't move. He stayed in his spot. Crying and shaking, trying his hardest to keep his thoughts on Blaine, till he passed out finally into a dreamless sleep.

Kurt woke up with a gasp, hoping that he had just had a horrible nightmare. But when he realized he was still laying face down on the bed, he closed his eyes and held back the sobs he felt clawing up his throat. He had to get out. Without a second thought, he moved to get up, letting out a soft cry when he felt a sharp jab of pain move up his spine. Just another reminder of the horrible events of the night. He could see rain falling outside the grimy window, making his mood even worse, if that was even possible. He stumbled around the room, quickly pulling on his clothes, gagging at the sight of a naked Jeremy on the bed. He hurried out of the dorm, limping to the elevator and out into the pouring rain. He didn't know where he was going, and though it hurt like hell he just continued to walk. He had missed calls and messages on his phone, but he didn't look at them, making sure his phone was safe in the pocket of his coat.

When he found an alley between two buildings, he turned the corner and leaned against the wall. He let out a sob, breaking down as he slipped down the brick. He pulled his knees to his chest and just sobbed, letting everything out. He was sore and his head spun and hurt, his lungs working hard to catch his breath.

He was such an idiot. He had let Jeremy drug him. He had gone back to his dorm. He had let Finn talk him into going. He should have just stayed home and watched a movie by himself. But no. He had to go make sure his brother didn't do something idiotic, when it was him, Kurt, who did the idiotic thing.

He deserved what happened. He shouldn't have been an idiot and gotten himself drugged.

He was nothing but trash, so it didn't matter. He deserved every bit of pain and embarrassment.

And now Kurt had to go home and face everyone. He couldn't tell anyone what happened. It was too embarrassing. Especially Blaine.

Blaine. Kurt didn't know what to do. He felt dirty now. What if Blaine found out? He'd leave Kurt so fast that he wouldn't have a chance to apologize.

No one could know. No one. It was all his fault anyway. He deserved it. He wasn't going to tell anyone. He'll just say he stayed at a friends house, and he was fine. He'd walk home and take a shower, maybe get rid of these clothes.

But no one could know. No one.