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Kurt smiled a genuine smile as he sat next to Blaine at Breadsticks, his best friend Mercedes sitting across the table from the two boys. He could tell Mercedes felt like a third wheel but he just wanted to give her the chance to get to know Blaine and spend time with him as well. He felt bad for leaving her out so much.

"Just saying that drunk people to go and get themselves hitched to someone they met like two hours ago by some freaky Elvis impersonator is a bigger insult then two gay guys getting married. Right?" Kurt piped up, watching Mercedes sip at her drink looking kind of bored. Ok... so this conversation wasn't in her league...

"Totally..." Blaine piped up after a moment, "I mean... if marriage is so sacred that gay people shouldn't be allowed to get married then they should go and ban divorce completely..." he said with a bit of a shrug. He was kind of glad Kurt had brought his friend with him. Without her there it would feel way too much like a date. He looked to her and smiled brightly, "what do you think Mercedes?"

"Uhh about... Ok I'm sorry, I totally blanked out on you," she let out, feeling bad truth be told. She wanted to make a good impression on Kurt's new friend but their conversation was... well it was boring to her and she could barely keep her eyes open. She loved Kurt but right now she wanted to pull her hair out.

"Don't apologize... It's alright... we should talk about stuff that you like too..." Blaine let out, looking to Kurt with a bit of a shrug. After all, he didn't know Mercedes like Kurt did.

"Oh... what did you think of Ms. Holiday Mercedes?" Kurt asked, looking to Blaine, "Mr. Schue's sick and Rachel tried to take over Glee club. But the substitute teacher that took over Mr. Schue's spanish class was an amazing singer so I asked her to come and take over Glee until Mr. Schue was back."

Mercedes looked at Kurt before she suddenly broke into laugher. The blue eyed boy's eyes shot to her as he frowned a bit, "What is your problem?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow as Mercedes waved her hand dismissively as she calmed herself down.

"Oh Blaine... you should have been there when she came in today..." she let out and Kurt's eyes went wide as saucers, suddenly regretting mentioning the substitute, "Mercedes!" he piped up, glaring at her only to get a smirk from the other.

"Wait... what? What happened? Now I really wanna know," Blaine said as he looked from one to the other curiously. Kurt's cheeks had gone beet red and Blaine was just too curious to let this slide.

"Oh come on Kurt... You know it was funny..." Mercedes let out as she looked to Blaine, "Ok... so this is what happened..." she smirked, "Puck, he's our resident delinquent, knew Kurt was bringing in the supply teacher... So he brings in a stick of butter... and butters the floor by the door..."

"Mercedes..." Kurt all but whined to the other, pouting as he hid his face in his hands, "You're so evil..." he mumbled out but Mercedes just continued, "Well... first person to walk in wasn't the supply, it was Rachel... It was hillarious... feet flying in the air and all... we couldn't stop laughing..."

Blaine chuckled a bit at this, looking to Kurt and wondering why he seemed to embarrassed. That wasn't anything bad on him... Of course when he looked to Mercedes he realized she wasn't finished yet and he couldn't help but have a sense of where this story was going.

"So finally Ms. Holiday walks into the room and she just glides... glides right over the buttered floor like she was Jesus walking over water. She's got style for her style..." she chuckled out then sighed, "And then Kurt walks in right behind her... and hits the floor like a ton of bricks..." she said, falling into a fit of giggles.

"Mercedes!" Kurt pouted, blushing deeply, "It's not funny... I have a goose-egg the size of Kentucky on the back of my head from hitting the floor so hard..." he mumbled out with a sigh and tensed suddenly, snapping away from Blaine when the other touched him, "What are you doing?!" he shot out, a shiver running through him.

That had brought back way too many memories of Karofsky and the boys locker room and Kurt had to rein in his emotions quickly as he took a deep calming breath before murmuring a quiet, "Sorry... just scared me is all..."

"Sorry... just wanted to check your head... did you see the school nurse?" Blaine asked, moving his hands again, motioning for Kurt to turn and let him check out the injury as Kurt murmured a quiet, "I'm fine... I don't need to see a doctor... it's just a bump..."

Blaine sighed as he shook his head, pressing his fingers against the lump and earning a yelp from the other boy, "Ouch! That hurts!" he let out, pouting as Blaine let his head go. The slightly shorter boy looked at Kurt and sighed softly, "for one... you could have a concussion... that looks like a pretty nasty bump Kurt..."

Mercedes frowned at this point as she stood and moved over to Kurt, "Let me see..." she murmured and Kurt groaned as she started to check him over to, "Oh damn boy... that really does look nasty. Now I feel bad for laughing..." she murmured, "did you at least put an icepack on it?" she asked and Kurt just shrugged and shook his head.

"No... I'll be fine... it's nothing really..." he let out, feeling a little awkward at being coddled by the two. He sighed after a moment, frowning as he mumbled out, "I'll put an icepack on when I get home... I promise... and if I had a concussion I think I'd notice... I'm not dizzy or anything, I'm not tired... I'm just fine..."

Geez... if they were coddling him for this he couldn't imagine what they'd do if they found out about what Karofsky had done. His stomach churned a bit and he bit his bottom lip. They couldn't know either way. Karofsky would make him pay if anyone found out, besides, rumor got around McKinley like Brittany got around the football team.

Finally Mercedes returned to her seat and their meals were brought to the table. The three of them continued to chat quietly and Kurt plastered on his fake smile and laughed when it was appropriate. He ate a little bit of his pasta though he wasn't hungry... just enough of it that they wouldn't get concerned.

Soon enough the three friends parted ways, Blaine heading back to Westerville and Mercedes and Kurt heading to their separate homes for the night. Mercedes admitted as Kurt dropped her off that Blaine didn't seem so bad. She kind of liked him and she was happy that Kurt had found someone he could really relate to. Kurt smiled back to her and nodded, hugging her and reassuring her that she would always be his friend and nothing would change that.

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Kurt sighed softly as he rested his head on the door of his locker for a few seconds before pulling away from it and shouldering his satchel. It was finally the end of another day of school, Glee club and all, and Kurt was ready to get home. He was tired truth be told. He'd been feeling sluggish lately and tried not to admit to himself that it was from the nightmares that seemed to plague him as of late.

He couldn't help it... his nerves were frayed... every time someone slammed a locker door he could feel his heart leap in his chest and every time he turned a corner his whole body would tense as he quickly glanced around, making sure that Karofsky wasn't there. He was walking a fine like between sanity and jumping at his own shadow and he hated it. He hated being afraid all the time and he hated having to hide it... but he didn't want anyone to know...

Kurt didn't want anyone to worry over him and he especially didn't want his father finding out. Burt had enough issues with his heart. He didn't need more stress in his life. Kurt refused to cause his father anymore stress then he was already in. He knew it was more of an excuse then anything... he was ashamed of how weak he was... ashamed that he couldn't stick up for himself properly... ashamed that he hurt himself in order to calm himself and make himself feel like he was in control of things when he knew he wasn't.

Kurt was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice someone coming at him until he felt the other body connect with his. It all happened so fast... the body colliding with him, the feeling of hitting a door that swung open the moment his weight hit it... the sudden fear as his body fell and the almost overwhelming pain that shot through his body as the bruised flesh of his shoulder and side hit the floor.

The blue eyed boy let out a pained whimper as he curled in on himself, shaking a bit as he heard the door close and lock and footsteps moving towards him. He flinched, curling up more into a fetal position as someone knelt next to his head. Kurt's breathing was shallow, fear wracking his already terrified brain and body and he couldn't help but shake his head pitifully.

He yelped as a hand shot out, grabbing his hair in a tight grip and forcing him to look up into the piercing brown eyes of David Karofsky. Kurt let out a shaky breath but didn't move and said nothing as Karofsky stared into his blue eyes. Kurt wanted to look away but he was afraid to move at all...

"Question for you Hummel... Did you tell anyone? Did you tell anyone else what happened? You know... how you... kissed me?" the bigger male asked, looking just a tiny bit insecure for a moment and if Kurt wasn't terrified he might actually feel a tiny ounce of pity for the other boy.

"You kissed me, Karofsky..." Kurt let out in a quiet voice, "But I know how hard this is to deal with... so no... I didn't tell anyone. I wouldn't do something like that," he added though the usual sarcasm and inner strength that Kurt usually had just wasn't there. He sounded more like a frightened child and less like the proud teen he once was.

"Good... you better keep it that way... cause if you tell anyone... and I mean anyone... I'm going to kill you... you remember our little talk last time don't you?" he asked, smirking at the other, the insecurity seeming to have disappeared now as he looked the other over.

Kurt let out a bit of a whimper but nodded to the other, "I remember..." he whispered out. How could he forget that? He was terrified of the larger boy, "Please let me go..." Kurt whispered after a while, still trembling, just wanting to get out of here, "I promise I wont say anything..." he added desperately.

Karofsky smirked a bit as he looked the other over, running his eyes over the frightened boy's body before he brought his eyes back to the others bright blue ones, "You know... It's kind of hot having you here at my mercy... begging me to let you go," he said as he leaned towards the trembling boy's ear, "but is that really what you want?"

"Please don't..." Kurt whimpered, fighting back a sob, at this point as he felt the others breath on his ear. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes and he let out shaking breaths as he shook his head as much as the hand in his hair would allow. How had things gotten so bad? He just wanted things to go back to the way they usually were... back to the normal bullying. He could handle that... this was too much. He couldn't handle this... he was so scared...

Dave chuckled softly as he nuzzled his nose against the others ear a bit before shifting to kiss the other there. He pulled Kurt's head to the side by his hair, earning a frightened meek sound in the process causing him to smirk a bit. He let his tongue flick out against the others ear lobe, running it over the shell of the others ear before moving to kiss his way from the others ear towards his covered neck.

Karofsky had watched movies on the internet, curious about what it would be like between two males... but actually getting the chance to touch another boy like this... It was amazing. By no means was he ready to go 'all the way' but for now he just wanted to explore... and Kurt was the perfect tool for that exploration. He knew the other wouldn't say anything... Kurt was far too afraid of him to do that.

Kurt trembled beneath the other male, just staring out at the other side of the room. The light touches and wet sensations of the others tongue and lips against him sent shivers down his spine and brought a light dusting of rose to his cheeks and made his stomach churn. He tugged a bit at his hair but Karofsky wasn't letting go. God... why did this have to feel good?

Dave watched the other from the corner of his eye, listening to the shuddered breaths and thrilling as he let his fingers leave the others hair and wander down the others shaking body, resting it on the other males hip for now, brushing his thumb over the others jean clad flesh as his lips and tongue explored the others neck after removing the scarf the other wore to hide the bruise he'd given him last time they'd been in this room.

Karofsky listened to the others heavy frightened breathing as he ran his tongue over the bruise he'd made, reveling in the frightened whimper that escaped the others lips. David let out a soft groan as he rested his head against the others neck for a moment, remembering the first time they'd gotten this close... How amazing it had felt to have the other male pressed against the lockers.

Kurt let out soft breaths when Karofsky stopped moving, staring at the locker he knew belonged to Finn, the teen who's mother was now dating his father. He focused on that as he felt the other male move again, lifting his head from his neck though he still hovered over the area, breath ghosting over the bruise there.

"You're mine, Hummel..." Karofsky let out after a moment, just a breathy utterance before Kurt felt a sharp pain in his neck as Dave's hand shot up from his hip to cover his mouth and the pained scream he was about to let out. His eyes were wide as he struggled against the other though with one hand in his hair and his teeth clenched on his flesh it just caused him pain.

Karofsky could feel the other male struggling against him as he pressed his teeth harshly into the pale flesh for about thirty seconds, wanting the mark to stay longer this time. He wanted to make sure people knew that Kurt belonged to someone... they didn't need to know who he belonged to... just that he did. It was animalistic, he knew, but he didn't care.

When he finally pulled away from the others neck, he kept his hand over the others mouth as he hissed out, "I promise the pain you just felt will feel like bliss compared to what I'll do to you if you don't keep your mouth shut... Do you understand?"

Once he got his point across and a nod from the smaller boy, he removed his hand. The only noise that escaped from the other male was a meek pained whimper as he sobbed quietly, nothing Dave had to worry about. Of course... he had told the other to stay quiet and this wasn't exactly quiet now was it?

"I said... shut up," he growled out, pressing his hand over the others mouth again and pressing him against the tiled floor, "I will not ask again," he threatened as the other boy tried to calm himself down, taking shallow breaths through his nose. Karofsky watched the other, keeping his hand there for a while, until he felt the other boy was calm enough to comply with his order.

Once he had the other boy under control again he raked his eyes over the others body before moving back up to his neck. He'd bitten pretty hard and he could see the sharp teeth marks in the others flesh, the skin broken and bleeding but nothing the other boy would need to seriously worry about.

Kurt took weak shuddering breaths as he closed his eyes, blocking out the locker room as well as he could as he tried to focus on something else... anything else, but this moment. His mind wandered to Blaine... the perfect dark hair, his gorgeous lips and that beautiful voice. He wanted so much for Blaine... or at least someone as nice as Blaine... to be his first... He'd lost his first kiss to Karofsky but he didn't want to loose his virginity to the other too.

Kurt was pulled out of his reverie, however, as he realized Karofsky's hand was tugging on his shirt, pulling it out from it's tucked position in his pants. His eyes went wide for a moment and he shook his head, blue eyes meeting brown as he stared up at Karofsky, terrified, uttering out a quick and frightened, "No, stop!"

"Relax... and shut the fuck up," Dave let out with a growl as he let his hand slip under the others shirt and run over his stomach, "As long as you don't piss me off... this can be a pleasant experience for both of us... but if you do piss me off... then you will have a reason to be afraid..." he all but purred, his eyes dark as he stared into the innocent frightened blue ones.

"Please don't..." Kurt whimpered out quietly as he felt the others hand wander his skin, sending shivers through his body. No one had ever touched him like this really... well maybe Brittany a little bit back when he'd tried to make his father happy with him by trying to be 'normal' but he'd never allowed her to get too far or touch too low.

"Shut up..." Karofsky uttered out as his hand moved up to brush lightly over the other males chest, keeping their eyes locked and narrowing his own as he saw Kurt's hand flinch as if wanting to pull his hand from his shirt, "Don't even think about it..." he let out as he caught the others left nipple between index finger and thumb, pinching it harshly to get his point across.

Kurt winced and whimpered a bit at this and stopped moving, forcing his hands to lay at his side though they curled against the flooring as if clawing at it. His cheeks burned with shame and all he really wanted to do was scream for help... But with Karofsky on top of him the way he was... If he were to scream... god, he couldn't imagine the pain the other would put him through.

He'd feared this happening after the first time... knowing that Dave had wanted more... knowing the other would come back for more and there was little he could do about it. But most of all he was afraid because the touches actually felt good... well... some of them at least...

Karofsky was being gentle with him so long as he didn't fight him and that made things so much worse. The light touches, the flicks of the others tongue and the sensual brushes of the others lips against his neck and shoulder. Why was he being so gentle about it? It made no sense to Kurt... why was he toying with him like this?

Once David was sure that Kurt wouldn't try to stop him he brought his lips back to the others neck, the fingers on the others chest letting go of his nipple and starting to trace the nub instead. The sensation sent shivers down Kurt's spine and when Karofsky pinched the nipple again, though very lightly this time, Kurt couldn't help the meek mewl that escaped his lips as a pleasant tingling sensation rushed through him. 

He sobbed after this, however, as he shook his head and stared up at the ceiling. His breathing was shallow, the fear and the crying making it difficult to breathe. He wanted this to end... he wanted this to all have been some freaky nightmare. He just wanted to get away... but he was so scared. He didn't know what to do or how to get away.

Karofsky smirked at the other as he shifted till he had the others hips between his legs, strattling him so that the other couldn't do as much harm. He stared down at the other before he brought his hands down to the bottom of the others shirt, tugging and pulling at it and finally forcing it up and over the others head, Kurt's jacket, of course, going along with the shirt. Dave ignored Kurt's struggles, the smaller boy no match for him. Before long Kurt was left laying there with his chest bare, cheeks dark with a blush of shame as he mewled and looked away.

Kurt was too afraid to really struggle. He was afraid of what Dave was capable of and as much as he didn't want this to happen... he knew there wasn't much he could do and he much rather be in one piece when it was over. The others death threat really did scare him. He wasn't so sure it was an idle threat.

"Good boy," Karofsky whispered to the other as he looked him over. He could see the bruising here and there from the shoving and he almost frowned. The mark on the neck was one thing but he didn't like the marred flesh before him. He shook the thought out of his head, however, as he brought his hands up, running his fingers over the others flesh again and smirking at the shivers his touch sent through the other male. He liked to imagine they were shivers of pleasure but he had a feeling they were just shivers of fear.

"I'm... not a dog..." Kurt mumbled out weakly as the others fingers ghosted over his chest sending tickling pleasure coursing through his body as well as terror for what might come. He berated himself in his mind, disgusted that he was enjoying any part of this... this was sexual harassment and he should not be getting turned on by it.

"Maybe not..." Dave smirked as he leaned down to the others ear, "Maybe you're more of a sex kitten, hnn?" he chuckled out, Kurt's cheeks turning bright red as the smaller boy turned away to stare at Finn's locker again, sobbing softly and silently praying that the tall boy would somehow find him and come to his rescue. As embarrassing as it might be to be found in this position he'd much rather be embarrassed then let this continue and feel ashamed of himself and probably injured or worse.

"What's wrong... don't like the new nickname, Kitten?" he asked, a grin on his face as he let the index finger of both hands trace the others nipples lightly. He loved the small gasp that escaped the others throat and the way the others nipples perked up at the attention. He thrilled at the control he had over the smaller boy's body... how it reacted so nicely to every gentle touch.

Kurt refused to reply to the others words, goosebumps running over his flesh as he just waited for all this to end... hoping it ended soon. Tears continued to slip down his face as he wished for someone to walk in and end this. He wouldn't look at the other male, not wanting to see the lust in his eyes so he didn't even notice when the other leaned over him more, bringing one hand out to support himself over the smaller boy.

Karofsky smirked as he held himself over the slight boy. He knew Kurt was trying to block him out but he also knew that he couldn't do that forever... Especially when his lips were on him. With that in mind and the urge to explore more running through him, Dave leaned his head down, letting his breath ghost over the bare chest before him.

Kurt shivered and gasped as he felt the warm heat of the football player's breath wash over his chest. He let out a soft whimper, shaking his head and clenching his eyes shut again, stiffling another sob. He silently begged Karofsky not to do this but he didn't voice it out loud. He knew David wouldn't listen to his pleas anyway.

When the wet heat of the other boys tongue touched his left nipple, Kurt was already expecting it. That, of course, didn't stop the soft groan that escaped his throat before he bit his own tongue and pressed his lips tightly closed. It felt really good, as much as Kurt didn't want to admit it. He could feel the heat on his cheeks as Karofsky continued and he could almost picture the smirk on his face.

Kurt twitched a bit, wanting to pull away but Karofsky's hand moved to grip his hip tightly as he continued. Kurt clenched his fists to his sides, wanting to hit the other or push him off but afraid of what Karofsky might do if he did that. He sobbed again and let out a shuddered breath as he looked back towards Finn's locker... wishing the other boy were here to save him.

Dave loved the light tremble of the others body as he laved the others flesh with his tongue. The muffled noises escaping the others closed lips were pleasant as well though it would have been nicer if he wasn't holding them back. For now, however, he just left the other be. It was more like a game... could he force the noises out of the other... force him to give in to the pleasure?

Kurt let out a muffled sob as the other continued to touch him. One hand continued to play with his nipple, the other holding Kurt still while Dave's mouth toyed with the remaining nub. Kurt tried not to move, tried not to struggle and cry out and tried so hard not to actually press into the sensations. Part of him wanted to grasp the others hair and hold him there, keep the pleasure from disappearing while the other part of him wanted to shove the other away and run.

Karofsky could almost sense the others indecision and knew he needed to nip it in the bud... he didn't want Kurt trying to get away... he was having too much fun. He needed to keep the other boy overwhelmed... needed to keep him from thinking about escape or retaliation. He needed the other to want it... not want to get away.

With that in mind he finally sucked the hardened nub between his lips, tongue running over it before he caught it between his teeth, tugging on it lightly. The sensation sent little sparks of pleasure through the smaller boy who whimpered. Dave could feel the light shudders that ran through the others flesh as he pinched the other nub lightly as well.

"Oh god..." Kurt mewled out finally, letting out a trembling breath as he shook his head a bit, panting as tears slipped down his cheeks. Kurt sobbed softly, utterly ashamed with himself at allowing himself to give in to the others touches... give in to the pleasure. He needed this to stop... it needed to stop...

His breathing became laboured at this point as he shook his head, sobbing louder as one hand slipped up to press over his mouth, trying to quiet his fear. He kept telling himself in his mind that it was all going to be ok. That he didn't want it and that someone would save him... but he didn't necessarily believe that.

Dave could feel the shift in the others demeanor, he was starting to panic and the bigger male knew he had to do something to stop him from trying to get away. He knew it was a long-shot but he let his fingers slip from the others nipple finally, his mouth moving to the abandoned nub, sucking and nibbling on it lightly.

His fingers drifted down the others body, ghosting over the flesh of the others stomach before resting on the others thigh. He let his thumb rub the others leg, shifting it towards the others inner thigh after a while as he pulled his mouth from the smaller teens nipple, blowing cool air on the wet flesh, a soft pitiful moan escaping the others lips at the attention before Kurt whimpered again.

"No... Don't... please don't..." Kurt murmured out in a defeated tone as he felt Karofsky's fingers move over his jeans. He shook his head a bit, stifling anymore noises by biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut. He kept begging in his mind for this to just be over... to just end already. He almost wished he could just drop dead right there... or even better... wished Karofsky would drop dead right there.

Dave narrowed his eyes a bit when Kurt uttered out his protest at his attention. Here he was making the other feel good and Kurt was still being a little bitch about it. He let out a bit of a frustrated growl as his fingers moving from his inner thigh, moving between his legs to cup his clothes flesh, smirking a bit when he realized the other was the tiniest bit hard for him.

"Stop!" Kurt yelped out frantically when the other touched him, gasping as his hands finally shot down to push the others head away from him, his eyes wide, "Stop it!" he repeated desperately, embarrassed that the other could feel that he was half-hard. He wanted to throw up... but more so... he wanted to run... to run away from Karofsky and never look back... He just wanted to get away.

"Why should I stop?" Karofsky smirked as he looked up into the others eyes, not seeming bothered by the others hands trying to push his head away from him though one hand moved to grip one of Kurt's wrists, squeezing it harshly before easing up, "You like it... we both know that..." he said as he gave the others clothed flesh a bit of a squeeze, earning a soft keening noise from the other as he arched his back before sobbing pitifully.

"No... no... don't... touch me... get away from me," Kurt whimpered out, gasping for breath as he began to hyperventilate. He was terrified now as he tried to hit the other with his free hand. It forced the other to stop touching him at least as Dave's other hand shot up to grab that wrist as well as he shoved them down to the floor, glaring at the other boy as he pressed them down harshly, putting as much weight into it as he could as Kurt cried out.

"Please... don't do this..." Kurt sobbed. He couldn't help it... Dave wasn't stopping... he was just getting further and futher... Kurt was terrified and the idea of loosing his virginity to Karofsky in the school locker room like some worthless whore was just too much... he couldn't allow this... this couldn't happen.

"Shut up..." Karofsky growled out after a moment as he grabbed Kurt's wrists in one hand, holding them tightly beforeh is other hand moved down to return to it's previous place. He rubbed at the other, shifting to sit back on his hips. His other hand finally let Kurt go as it moved towards the others belt at this point, tugging the end out of the loop before moving to undo the belt as he smirked at the blue eyed boy, "Just keep your mouth shut and do as you're told and don't fucking fight me... or next time i'll break your fucking wrists," he snapped. Of course, he wasn't actually planning to actually touch the others flesh there anyway but he was getting sick and tired of the other boy's whining.

"No!" Kurt screamed finally, struggling anew as his hands shot down his body attempting to yank the other off as he bucked his hips, twisting around in an attempt to throw the bigger boy off of him. His legs kicked at the same time, head shaking from side to side as he thrashed about on the floor under the bully.

"Jesus Christ! You little shit!" Dave hissed out finally, bringing his fist to the others face, hearing a loud pained yelp from the other. It stopped the stupid shits struggling though and Karofsky let out a sigh as he looked at the other, "Don't you EVER fucking do that again... or you will regret it..." he hissed out, grabbing the others chin and forcing the other boy to look at him.

"Now listen here... You are going to fucking learn to behave or you're life's going to be very fucking short... do you understand me?!" he growled, "Now, I'm going to leave now... and you are going to be quiet and stay here for the next twenty minutes... you are going to pull your sorry self back together... and you are going to leave here after those twenty minutes are up and you are going to go home... you are not going to say anything about this to anyone and when I ask you to meet me here next time, you are going to do it... Or you will regret it..."

Kurt sobbed softly, his face throbbing with pain, the area around his eye turning red already as he nodded to the other. He was terrified but the fact that the other was leaving allowed him to relax just a tiny bit. He just wanted the other to leave right now and to just... stay away from him...

"Good Kitten..." Karofsky smirked, "my little kitten..." he whispered, pressing his lips to the others cheek for a moment, smirking a bit, before pulling away, "Twenty minutes, Hummel... remember that..." he said before making sure he was presentable before walking out and heading towards his truck, leaving Kurt alone in the boy's locker room.

Kurt curled up on the disgusting floor and began to sob frantically. His whole body trembled as he panted and gasped for air, eyes wide as he tried desperately to calm himself. His heart pounded in his chest and his eyes were blurry and sore from crying. He knew his face was going to bruise but at the moment he didn't really care... he just wanted someone to hold him right about then... to make all of this go away.

He finally slipped shaking fingers down to his pocket, pulling out his phone and bringing it up to his face. He whimpered softly when he realized his one eye was starting to puff up and make it hard to see. He let out another choked sob as he turned on the phone, scrolling through his contacts list.

The blue eyed boy went through the entire list before going back up to Blaine's number, pausing as he stared at it before frowning and shaking his head. No... he couldn't... he couldn't ask for help because questions would be asked and Kurt couldn't give answers. Blaine would want answers and it was unlikely he'd give up either... and Kurt was too afraid of Karofsky to do anything that would piss the other off.

Kurt finally broke down, letting the phone drop to the floor as he curled up into a fetal position, pressing his fingers into his bruised flesh and biting his bottom lip again as he let out a muffled scream of pain and frustration. Why him... why did he have to be like this? Why did he have to be gay and why did Karofsky have to target him...

Kurt wasn't sure how long he laid there but it felt like forever... but finally he'd managed to calm himself down, fix his pants and slip on his shirt and vest. He brushed his fingers through his hair a bit, looking in the mirror at his left eye which was already turning an ugly purple and swelling badly. His cheeks were stained with tears and he cleaned his face off before finally grabbing his things and slipping out of the locker room.

He didn't look back as he walked, heading straight towards his Navigator and heading towards home. He just prayed he could sneak in without his father seeing his face. It was time to start coming up with a story to explain the bruising... he couldn't tell the truth after all... and he wished he could...

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