A few hours later, Burt left. He was reluctant to do so, but Blaine assured him that Kurt would be safe with him. Henry was in custody and Kurt was almost back to the way he was before the incident; or so Blaine thought.

Late that night, just after Blaine's eyes slipped closed, he felt a hand sliding up his legs. It was Kurt's; that much he knew. He kept his eyes closed as the hand slid up the fabric of his pajama pants. He did his best not to shudder when it reached his thighs. He willed himself not to react. He wanted to know what Kurt was doing. He couldn't figure that out if he moaning wantonly and begging his boyfriend to touch him.

Slowly, the hand crept to his crotch. Blaine held his breath as the heel of Kurt's hand pressed down on it. His resolve was breaking. "Kurt." He breathed out. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh..." Kurt responded. "No talking. Just feeling." He applied more pressure to his boyfriend's groin as he spoke.

Blaine had difficult time breathing. Kurt's hand was in the one place he needed it to be. Hours ago, he'd come to the conclusion that Hell would freeze over before he would try to make a sexual advance towards Kurt again. After everything that happened, he assumed that his boyfriend wouldn't be ready for such an advance.Apparently, I was wrong. He held his breathe as Kurt wrapped his hand around his clothed cock and gave it a firm stroke. It felt amazing. It was rough and needy and so...so....wrong.

As quickly as he could, Blaine grabbed his boyfriend's wrist. "Kurt, don't." He whispered with just enough authority to let his boyfriend know that he was serious. The young man wasn't listening. He tried despite the death grip Blaine had on his wrist, to massage his boyfriend's groin. "Kurt!" Blaine hissed. "I said, don't."

In one movement, Kurt rolled onto of his boyfriend. He pinned the elder to the mattress and began to pepper light kisses down his exposed neck. "But, I want you." Kurt whined between kisses. "Want you so bad."

Blaine wanted it too. Good God, he wanted it. His cock was straining against its cotton prison and his toes were curling. He couldn't have it though. Regardless of Kurt said, he refused to believe that Kurt was ready.Not just yet.When he felt his boyfriend's hand snake between their bodies and take hold of his dick, Blaine knew he had to act. "Kurt!" He nearly shouted. He grabbed hold of his boyfriend's shoulders and gave him a firm shake. "I told you to stop."

Instantly, Kurt's face crumbled. "But I want you." He whined. "I want you inside me. I want you to kiss me and touch me. I want you to make love to me. I want you....I want you to make it go away." Tears trickled down his face as he spoke. Blaine should have known. Kurt just wanted to forget. He was using his overt sexuality to do that. Well, it wasn't going to work. Blaine wasn't going to let Kurt take the easy way out.

When Kurt's sobs were too much to bear, Blaine slid his hands up his boyfriend's arms and laced them around his neck. Gently, he pulled the sobbing man close. Obviously, Kurt wasn't taking things nearly as well as everyone thought.

Monday came around quickly. Despite hours of practiced cross examinations, Kurt was a mess. Mr. Leslie swore that they'd gone over every possible scenario that the defense attorney could throw their way, but that didn't ease Kurt's anxious mind.What if they think I'm lying? What if they bring up my job? They're going to think I'm a slut.

He rang out his hands and tried to calm his breathing. Luckily, Blaine knew the signs and he was right by his side offering whatever comfort he could. He rubbed Kurt's back when he began to fidget and held him close when he began to shake.

Burt, Emily, and David were there as well. Emily and David spent their time making sure Kurt was comfortable, while Burt did his best to allow his son's boyfriend to do a majority of the comforting that Kurt seemed to need. The eldest Hummel wanted nothing more than to grab his boy and hold him close until the ordeal was squared away but, alas, he couldn't. Kurt didn't need coddling, he needed a kind, firm hand to guide him in the right direction. Blaine was offering that, so Burt stood back.I'll let Blaine handle for now.

"We're getting ready to start." Mr. Leslie announced. "Kurt, I want you to sit next to me. And remember, everything you say has to relate to the incident here. We're not talking about things that happened in Chicago and we're not talking about your job. If the defense asks, answer accordingly. Other than that, keep it strictly to the events here. Understood?" Kurt nodded. They'd been over it enough times for him to understand.No SugarBaby talk and no Chicago talk. Check. Keep it strictly here. Got it.

The group made their way into the courtroom. There were very few people present that he recognized. Officer Rutherford and his partner were there, along with the agents that Blaine and his parents brought with them. The others were a mystery to him.

As he was instructed, Kurt sat in front next to the prosecutor. The rest of the group crowded into the seats behind the prosecution table. Blaine chose the seat directly behind his boyfriend. Before sitting down, he offered an affection pat to his boyfriend's shoulder. Kurt smiled to himself but did not turn around to look at the professor.

Before too long, the defense attorney and Henry were entering the room. Kurt was pleased to know that he was remanded to the custody of the court until his trial. For some reason, it made him feel more confident about the situation. Just barely, however. He was still nervous about the trial, but it was nice to know Henry hadn't been able to run around town since his arrest. Hopefully, the trial would go well and he wouldn't have to worry about Henry getting out of jail for a very long time.

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Thomas Gregory." Kurt rose with the prosecutor, as did the rest of the occupants of the room. The judge stepped out of a door next to his bench and nodded towards the room. They all took their seats. After he'd taken his seat, he put on a pair of reading glasses and began to read from the paper in his hands. The group in the courtroom sat as he scanned the information about the trial.

"Mr. Henry Davis, charged with Sexual Assault in the 1st degree. How do you plead, Mr. Davis?" The judge looked from the paper to the defendant. Kurt watched as Henry leaned over to whisper in his attorney's ear. The man nodded and then stood.

"Not guilty, your honor." The slick looking attorney answered. Kurt sighed. Of course he'd plead not guilty. He acted as if he'd done nothing wrong. It made the brunette sick. It was just as well, however. Kurt was going to do his best to make sure the court knew everything that Henry put him through. He saw that as enough to put the man behind bars for a while. Hopefully they would as well.

The trial went well for a while. Each of the officers present and a few of the agents took the stand. Each one supported the testimony of the last. They painted a very clear picture of Henry's demeanor after the attack. He was angry, uncooperative, and confident in his timely release. He made statements about finding Kurt once he was out of custody that sent a visible shiver down each of the jurors' spines.

Things didn't start to go array until Kurt took the stand. He answered each of the prosecutor's questions, as instructed, truthfully. Then the defense attorney stood. "Kurt, how did you meet the defendant?"

Mr. Leslie cut Kurt off before he could answer. "Objection, Your Honor, relevance?" Kurt was grateful. He didn't want to talk about his job.

The judge looked towards Mr. Dennit, the defense attorney, and raised his eyebrow. Smug as ever, the man replied. "I'm simply trying to build a history between the two." The judge nodded.

"I'll allow it. Answer the question, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt held his breath. He didn't want to, but he didn't have a choice. The consequences of perjury were explained to him in detail. He didn't want to go to jail for lying. "Ummm...I was...he...online." He finally mumbled.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel, the jury couldn't understand that." Mr. Dennit's voice boomed throughout the room. "We need you to speak up. The jury needs these facts."

If I sink though the floor, I wonder if I'll end up in Wonderland...or Oz....or anywhere but here."We met online. He was one of my customers." He finally admitted, face flushing as he spoke.

Mr. Dennit nodded. "Right! He was one of your online pornography customers. How long did you do porn, Kurt?"

"Objection. Mr. Hummel's job has nothing to do with this case." The prosecutor shouted.

"If it's not a question about the case, Mr. Dennit, then I don't want it in this courtroom. Understood?"

Mr. Dennit nodded and apologized to the judge. He then proceeded to poke a hole in everything that Kurt said during his original testimony. He brought up the old emails between Kurt and Henry. He produced visual aids of chat transcripts from past party chats. He even produced pictures of Kurt that Henry paid for.

I forgot about those.At one point, just after he'd started working for the site, he sold compromising, still photos of himself to the doctor. It was when he was still preening under the positive attention he was receiving; long before Blaine and his change of heart.

In the end, Kurt drowned on the stand. Mr. Dennit made the young man look like a jilted lover who cried rape because he angry. From the disgusted looks the jury gave Kurt, they bought it. He was doomed.

To the untrained eye, the prosecution's case drowned with Kurt's stint on the stand. The Assistant Distant Attorney wasn't concerned, however. He knew Dennit played dirty, so he wasn't surprised when the defense attorney began to bring up Kurt's job. He knew his comments were out of line, but he didn't care. The jury couldn'tunheara question or an answer, regardless of what the judge said. Once those seeds were planted, they were bound to grow. The jury would focus on that sole fact and nothing else. Luckily for Kurt, however, ADA Leslie had a plan. He planned to pull out all the stops during closing arguments, and that was exactly what he did.

The prosecutor stood from his table when it was his turn to speak. He grabbed a stack of photographs and walked towards the jury. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you've heard a great deal of testimony today. Now, one of the most difficult things you will have to do is sift through that testimony to figure out what is truth and what is fiction. Let me help you. Let me summarize the facts." It sounded dramatic, but the jury needed a bit of dramatic flair for them to understand his point.

Kurt watched intently as Mr. Leslie fiddled with the photos. "Fact: Kurt Hummel was assaulted by Henry Davis." He held up a picture of Kurt from the day of the incident. His hair was disheveled and there was a visible group of bruises on his face, some on his cheeks and a very noticeable purple and yellow on his forehead.

"Fact: Henry Davis assaulted Kurt Hummel while he was attempting to rape him. Fact: the police heard Mr. Hummel screaming and begging the defendant to stop when the police arrived. This fact has been corroborated by both the police and the defense. Fact: Mr. Davis attempted to mislead the police by telling them that Mr. Hummel was screaming because he'd lost his father and not because he was being assaulted. This was also corroborated by the police and the defendant. Another fact is that this is a bold face lie. Do you all see this man?" He pointed to Burt behind the prosecution table. "That's Mr. Hummel's father."

"Fact: when the police entered the premises, they found the victim pinned to the couch and the defendant on top of him with a hand down his pants. Fact: Mr. Davis vowed to find and harm the victim if he was released from custody. These are all facts."

ADA Leslie walked the expanse of the juror's box and handed out pictures of Kurt from the day of the assault. They each took one and examined it. "These are the facts of the case. Now, whether you believe that this was a lover's quarrel gone wrong or a tragic situation dumped in the defendant's lap, I need you to know the facts. In the end, the facts show that Mr. Hummel was assaulted during the commission of a possible rape. Mr. Davis and the defense can claim whatever they want but they cannot dispute these facts." With that, he strode back to the prosecution table and took his seat.

The defense's closing arguments came next. They tried to discredit the prosecution by bringing up Kurt's occupation and the flirty messages but they had an uphill climb. The prosecution laid out the cold, hard facts and the defen

se couldn't even begin to dispute them.

Kurt and Blaine stood next to a vending machine while the jury deliberated.Damn vending machine. I never carry cash and it takes my last dollar.Blaine kicked the machine. "Dammit. All I want is a fucking bottle of water." Kurt sighed. He really wanted that water. Now, with both of their cash reservoirs tapped out, it didn't look like he was going to get it.

"Don't. Just...I'll see if Dad or someone will run and get us something to drink." Blaine nodded. They'd been in court all day and they were exhausted. They hadn't eaten –they couldn't if they tried. They probably wouldn't until the verdict was in. Hopefully, that wouldn't be too long. The jury had been gone for a little over an hour.

The pair walked towards the group that was formed of their parents and the prosecution. Kurt intended to ask someone to run and get them something to drink from somewhere or something that took a credit card but his mouth was startled into submission when he saw the looks on their faces. "What? What's wrong? They don't think he's guilty, do they? What?" He asked frantically. His periods of calmness and franticness were getting to be less and less predictable.

The Prosecutor shook his head. "No. Theyhavecome back with a decision, however. We need to get back in there." Kurt nodded absently. It was their moment of truth. Henry would either be convicted and sentenced to time in jail or he would be let free. He hoped against hope that Henry was found guilty. He couldn't go the rest of his days knowing that the man was free.

Blaine snaked an arm around his boyfriend's waist and led him into the courtroom. There was no use prolonging the inevitable. Regardless of what happened, he would be there for Kurt. He would protect him if Henry was let free and he would celebrate with him if Henry was detained. Either way, he would be there.

One by one, people began to trickle into the courtroom. When the judge arrived, the viewers stood in a showing of respect. "Bring the jury in." He advised once they'd all been advised to sit. The jury trickled in slowly. Twelve men and women that held Henry and Kurt's lives in the palms of their hands walked single file into the room. The audience held their collective breath when the judge spoke again. "Have you reached a verdict?"

A single man, seated in the end seat furthest from Kurt, spoke. "We have, Your Honor. On the charge of Sexual Assault in the 1st degree, we find the defendant, Henry Davis, guilty."

Cheers rang out through the courtroom. Kurt wasn't a member of the cheering masses. He couldn't believe it. They'd found him guilty. For the first time in the past week, he felt like he could breathe. He could feel the oxygen being pulled in through his nose and flooding through his body. Guilty. It was a single word that made everything okay. Guilty.

Burt jumped up and hugged his son from behind the barricade. "You did great, kid. I'm so proud of you." He whispered as he held his son close. As Burt hugged him, Blaine patted him on the shoulder.

"You don't have to worry anymore, baby. It's done." Kurt nodded to each of them. He didn't turn his head, however. He didn't want them to see him cry, even if they were happy tears.

The sound of the judge's gavel startled everyone. "Silence. The next person I hear shouting, celebratory or not, will be held in contempt of court." The silence was deafening. There wasn't a person in that room that wanted to enjoy the hospitalities of the court's holding cells. "Mr. Henry, you will be remanded until sentencing."

He then turned and thanked the jury for their assistance. "Court is adjourned." He banged his gavel and court was over. Finally, Kurt could get on with his life. He couldn't wait.