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Kurt sighed softly as he got up the next morning, heading straight to the mirror to look himself over. He'd managed to bring down much of the swelling over his eye with a frozen steak the night before but it still looked bad. It wasn't swollen over, however, so he could see out of it now. It still looked really bad though and he knew people would ask questions.

He'd gotten lucky when he'd returned home, his dad had left a note saying he was going out to dinner with Carole. It was Saturday now and Kurt really just wanted to curl up back in bed and sleep the day away. He could feel tears well up in his eyes as he stared at his bruised flesh in the mirror, remembering who had caused them and what had led up to it.

His body trembled as he shoved the bathroom door closed before slipping down it. He curled up in a ball there and just sobbed, trying to calm his nerves enough to be able to go upstairs. He still hadn't managed to come up with a good excuse as to where he'd gotten the bruise unfortunately. He could always say he got mugged in the school parking lot or something... But then there would be police involved and stuff... He didn't want to lie to the police... and he knew his father would call them even if he told him not to...

What was he supposed to do now? He was so confused... terrified... He didn't want to go to school on Monday... he didn't even really want to leave his bathroom right about now. He silently prayed that his father didn't come down stairs. He didn't want the other to know... he just wanted everything to just go away, truth be told. He wanted the pain, the fear, the disgust... all of it... to just go away.

He wrapped his arms around himself and pressed into the bruises there but the pain just wasn't enough... just like it hadn't really been enough the night before. The scrubbing in the shower hadn't done much good for him either... he could still feel Karofsky's touch all over him... he could practically smell the other male on his flesh. He wanted to just tear out of his own skin right about now.

Kurt sat there sobbing for a while before he finally shifted himself towards the toilet, lifting the seat and leaning over it as he heaved. He gagged and vomited for what seemed like an hour before he finally gasped and managed to calm his body down. He trembled and coughed a bit, trying to take deep breaths as he trembled.

He finally managed to flush the toilet and force himself to his feet, though a little shakily. He shifted back to the mirror and stared at himself with a frown. He was pathetic... weak and useless... Why couldn't he stop Karofsky... why was this continuing... He should be able to stop it... Why couldn't he?

He finally brought shaking fingers up to the mirror, pulling it back to look into the Cabinet. Inside the Cabinet were many of his toiletries though not all since he had so many. He stared at the contents before his hand moved to the razor. He didn't tend to use it very often since he barely had any facial hair but he did use it.

He stared at the blades of the razor for a few minutes before shaking his head and tossing it away from him, listening as it clattered into the bathtub. He then took a deep shaky breath and left the bathroom quickly, closing the door tightly behind him as he trembled. He wasn't that weak... He would not hurt himself like that... He wasn't that desperate... yet.

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Kurt finally grabbed his makeup and managed to fix the bruising so it was less noticeable but it was still very much there. He just hoped it didn't look as bad as it really was. He held his breath as he headed up stairs and towards the open concept kitchen and dinning room. His father beamed at him from the dinning room table, mouth open as if he was about to say good morning, before frowning suddenly.

"Kurt... what happened to your eye?" he asked as he stood up and walked towards his son, grabbing the others face and turning it towards him when Kurt tried to turn away. He narrowed his eyes as he looked over the very clearly swollen area, seeing the slight purple underneath the large amount of makeup as he let out, "Who did this Kurt?"

"No one... I fell..." Kurt murmured out though he had a feeling his father wouldn't believe that. Not that Kurt sounded very believable right about now to begin with. Burt narrowed his eyes some as he shook his head and let out, "Bullshit! Kurt, this is a black eye... this isn't something you get from a fall... it's something you get from a fist... now... Who hit you?!"

"No one! Just leave me alone..." Kurt repeated, just wanting to be left alone as he pulled away from his father. His whole body trembled before he turned and rushed out of the room, heading straight back downstairs and locking the door so his father couldn't come down after him.

He gasped and coughed as his heart hammered almost visibly in his chest as he threw himself on the bed and curled up, grabbing a pillow and clenching it close to his body as he shook and sobbed, tears making their way over his face as he finally broke down... He just wanted all this bad stuff to stop... he wanted Karofsky to just go away and never come back...

"Kurt!" he heard his fathers voice coming from the door, knocking on it, "Kurt... dammit. Open this door!" Burt hollered. His own heart pounded as he called out to his son, trying to get the other to open the door. Seeing the bruising on the others face terrified him and he just wanted to hold the other... make them both feel better and make sure that it never ever happened again... but Kurt was pushing him away... Why was he pushing him away?

Kurt whimpered softly as he heard his father hammering at the door. He clenched his eyes tightly shut as he took deep calming breaths, trying to get control over his emotions. He just focused completely on his breathing before he felt his hammering heart finally start slowing down. He rested there for a few more seconds, his father seeming to have given up... But Kurt knew he wouldn't do that.

Blue-green eyes glanced over towards the door after another minute or so before standing and moving towards it. He sighed as he let his hand rest on the door, finally unlocking it and staring at it before finally turning the knob. He pulled the door open slowly, his father standing there looking just utterly lost.

"I... I'm so sorry dad," Kurt whispered out, tears stinging his eyes and he held them back. He felt horrible now. He could see how stressed he'd made his dad and couldn't help but worry that his father might have another heart attack if he didn't tread lightly. He shifted after a moment, moving to wrap his arms around the other. Burt didn't take but a moment to do much the same, pulling Kurt to him and holding tightly.

"Hey, hey... It's ok kiddo. I was just worried... I still am. I don't like seeing you hurt like this. Please Kurt... You need to tell me who did this," Burt pleaded, hoping Kurt would give in and tell him. Of course, he knew Kurt was stubborn as a mule and hated to drag others into his problems. He just thought that didn't include him... He always kind of saw their life as 'Kurt and Burt vs the world'. But Kurt was pulling away from him now and it scared him.

"I'm sorry dad," Kurt repeated, shaking his head, "I can't... It'll be ok. I promise. It's not going to happen again... I can handle this on my own," he murmured, shifting to kiss his father's cheek before the two of them pulled apart, "I love you... Don't worry so much... Ok? Everything is just fine."

"Kurt... Everything is not ok. Someone hurt my boy... That's not ok," his father let out before sighing, "I trust you to fight your own battles... But I also trust that you'll realize when you're in over your head and that when that time comes... You'll come to me and let me help you... Alright?" He let out, reaching out to gently run his fingers around the bruised area, "you make the asshole who did this wish he'd never heard the Hummel name... No one pushes the Hummel's around."

"A... alright..." Kurt murmured quietly, smiling weakly to the other before letting out a bit of a bittersweet laugh at the others comment about making the asshole pay, "Right..." Kurt murmured as he hugged his father again, "I'm sorry to make you worry. I just... I got scared. I hadn't wanted you to see..."

Burt sighed and frowned a bit, "Kurt... You're my son... and I care about you. You shouldn't have to hide things like this from me. Even if you're worried about my stupid stress levels... I'm your dad... I'm supposed to take care of you. Not the other way around. I love you... and it hurts to see you in pain," the older male explained, ruffling the others already messy hair before he shook his head, "You're a mess... what happened to my boy who insists on looking absolutely perfect?"

"I... wasn't feeling up to it this morning... but... maybe I am now," the blue eyed teen let out, smiling to his dad, "Thanks... I feel a lot better now. I'm gonna go shower and everything and I'll meet you up for breakfast in about an hour or so," he said, kissing the others cheek again before turning to head towards his washroom.

"I'll see you upstairs in a while then," Burt agreed as he gave a bit of a smile and nodded as Kurt pulled away to head towards the washroom and get himself cleaned up for the day. Burt headed back upstairs at this point, still a bit upset that Kurt hadn't told him who'd hurt him but having enough faith in him to know that Kurt could handle things on his own... and if he didn't he knew when to ask for help... at least that's what he hoped.

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Kurt spent much of Saturday and Sunday with his dad, calling Mercedes and apologizing to her and telling her he couldn't join her at the bowling alley that Sunday. Kurt didn't want anyone else to see the bruising and he prayed that the swelling was pretty much gone by Monday and hoping the bruising would have been well on it's way to healing as well.

Monday came and though Kurt attempted to hide the bruising, again, it just didn't work so he finally washed off the makeup and headed off to school like that. He wore a purple sweater with his outfit, matching the purple bruise over his eye figuring he might as well use it to accessorize.

He kept his head held high as he slipped into the school and headed towards his locker. He knew several students were looking at him but he didn't really care right about now. They didn't matter... All that mattered was getting his stuff and getting to class before the wrong person noticed the bruise.

"What the hell, Porcelain... who gave you that shiner?" came a voice as Santana walked up from the side. He sighed softly as he moved to his locker, unlocking it and beginning to grab his books for class, "None of your business Satan..." he murmured out. Better Santana then Mercedes anyhow. Santana he could handle... he didn't care about her opinions anyway.

"Hey, long as you don't start shooting off a story about falling into a doorknob or something cause then I'd have to hit you," she smirked as she looked him over. The truth was she was a little bit concerned. As much as she pretended not to care... the Glee club was very important to her as were the members. Seeing Kurt hurt like this made her feel edgy. She wanted to find the asshole who'd done it and make them pay.

"I'm not that stupid," he mumbled out, though he had tried something similar with his father. He'd known it wouldn't work though, he just didn't know what else to do. He couldn't tell anyone what had happened. He was terrified of Karofsky and what the other would do if he told.

"So... lets see... I'm thinking... Karofsky or Azimio... or maybe something you got over the weekend? Someone not liking your clothing choices, Lady-lips?" she asked as she looked his face over again, "Hey... I know I'm a bitch... but if you seriously need some help with bullies or anything... you just say so. I'll go all Lima Heights on their asses."

Kurt almost wanted to laugh at this point as he shook his head and looked to her, "Why in the world are you even pretending to care? You never speak to me unless you're trying to insult me. We're not friends... we just happen to be in a school club together. I don't need your pity, Santana..." he let out, all but glaring at her. He sometimes wasn't sure what went on in the heads of some of the Glee club members... one minute they'd seem friendly and the next they're assholes... or vice versa.

"Kurt..." came another voice suddenly and the young fashionista groaned softly before looking over as Rachel walked up with a frown, instantly moving to grab his chin, her mouth open with a shocked look on her face, "What happened to you? Did Karofsky do this?" she asked, knowing Karofsky seemed to be the one picking on Kurt the most.

"Stop it!" Kurt snapped, pulling away from Rachel before looking from one girl to the other. He'd tensed when Rachel almost instantly zoomed in on who it was. His heart thumped as he shook his head, "This is none of your business... either of you... so please stop poking your noses where they don't belong. I can take care of myself... As opposed to popular belief... I'm not a weak, scared, little girl... I am perfectly capable of handling my own problems."

"K... Kurt..?" Rachel murmured, shocked that he was being so harsh when she was just worried about him, "Kurt... we're your friends... we're just worried about you. We want to help..." she let out, "You shouldn't have to deal with all of this stuff all on your own. That's what friends are for..."

"The hobbit has a point Porcelain... We've got your back if you need it," Santana piped up before giving a nod and turning away from the two of them, "But if you don't want it then that's your decision... And it's not our place to question you..." she said as she walked off, Rachel frowning at her words before sighing and nodding, "Right... well, I'll see you in Glee ok?"

"See you," Kurt let out before turning and walking away, shouldering his bag. He felt bad for being cruel to the two girls but he didn't want them involved. Truth be told he wasn't really sure what he wanted... but he didn't want anyone else to get hurt... that much was for sure... and he wasn't too fond of the idea of getting badly hurt himself.

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Kurt managed to avoid most of his friends and their questions for the rest of the morning, giving the few that did notice quick little responses that shut them up. Before he knew it it was lunch time and he let out a breath as he slipped out of class and headed to put his books away.

He was placing his books neatly in his locker when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder which flipped him around and shoved him against the locker next to his harshly. He gasped out, wincing at this, and gritted his teeth, eyes clenching shut as he tried to focus through the pain that throbbed through his bruised back.

He gasped and tensed when a hand grabbed his chin and his blue-green eyes snapped open to stare into Karofsky's glaring eyes. He let out a quiet whimper as Karofsky frowned for a moment, looking his face over before he let out in a quiet whispered voice, "locker room... five minutes. Remember what I told you..."

Kurt felt a shiver run down his spine as Dave let go of his chin, shoving away from him roughly. Karofsky didn't look back as he turned to walk towards the locker rooms. Kurt took a few gasping breaths, his legs feeling like jello as he steadied himself before locking up his locker. He wanted to just walk the other way and right out of the school... go home... but Karofsky's words frightened him. Dave wouldn't take no for an answer.

He took the next couple of minutes to try and relax before he pushed off the locker and headed towards the gym locker rooms. He stood outside for a few minutes, back against the wall as he watched people walk by. They ignored him as they usually did. All Kurt wanted was for someone to walk up to him and ask him if he was ok... for someone to realize what was happening and save him.

He took another deep breath as he looked around one last time, as if hoping someone might still come to his rescue. He hated himself for doing it, but he finally turned and slipped into the locker room. He was afraid... terrified of Karofsky. He didn't want to feel the others wrath.

He looked around when he walked in, taking a few steps into the room, body trembling, before the door behind him was shoved closed, the telltale sound of the bolt clicking into place indicating it was being locked.

Kurt let out a soft whimper as he felt Karofsky move up behind him, pressing his chest to the smaller boy's back. Tears stung at Kurt's eyes as he trembled before he felt an arm wrap around his stomach, pulling him flush against the other male, causing him to yelp and tense up. He struggled a bit before he felt another hand came out to turn his face to the side so Dave could get another look at the bruising he'd caused.

"I'm sorry..." It was quiet... barely audible, but Kurt heard it as if it had been said loud and clear and the blue eyed teen blinked a bit, confusion etched onto his features. Karofsky was apologizing? Why the hell would Karofsky apologize to him? He threatened him on a daily basis, pushed him around, tossed freezing slushies in his face and called him horrible names... not to even mention the sexual harassment... why the hell was he apologizing?

"I didn't mean to get so angry..." he murmured out, "You just... pissed me off... I never wanted to hurt you like this," he whispered out and Kurt could hear the sincerity in the others voice. There was still that hint of something else there though... Just because he was apologizing... didn't mean that he was letting Kurt go.

"Why are you apologizing?" Kurt murmured, "you never apologized before... you've hurt me time and time again and you didn't care then... why care now? I mean... those words coming from your mouth mean nothing... you threatened to kill me Karofsky..." he let out, saying nothing about their rendevous in this very room. He didn't want to think about that. His own eyes narrowed as he trembled in the others grip, "Just let me go... and leave me alone..."

"I can't..." Karofsky whispered out, his head moving down to nuzzle his nose against Kurt's scarf covered neck, rubbing gently across the area where the bite wound was, "I want you..." he added after a moment, a shiver running through Kurt's body at the others words as he whimpered softly. They sounded possessive and, though Kurt didn't want to admit it, full of lust.

"No..." Kurt whispered out harshly, "I don't want you..." he all but growled back, muscles tense as he brought his hands to the others arm, "Now let go..." he hissed, frightened more then anything truth be told. The bigger boy was scaring him more then he ever had before. This strange need the other was displaying made Kurt's insides shudder.

Kurt could feel the sudden tensing from Karofsky, almost see his anger rising before it happened. He yelped as his arm was grabbed and yanked, his whole body flipping around to face the other male before he was shoved against the lockers on the wall. He let out a pained cry, the bruises on his back screaming and his head slamming against the locker, making him dizzy.

He whimpered out and shook his head as he felt Karofsky's body press against his, sandwiching him against the lockers and the others body. He sobbed and trembled at this point, just wanting the other to let him go. He was so scared... Every time Karofsky touched him it got further... worse... he knew if he let this continue Karofsky would take it all from him.

"I told you already... you're mine now, Hummel... you belong to me," he said, his mouth moving over towards the others ear, "you like what I do... you know you do... you got hard for me last time," he said, a slight smirk gracing his lips as Kurt's face went deep red as he shook his head, not wanting to hear the others words or admit what he'd felt last time the other had been this close to him. At least not that part. He just kept telling himself all he felt was fear.

"Get away from me..." Kurt let out in a shaky voice as he shook his head, pushing at the others shoulders with all his might, managing to shove the other away. He bolted at that point, attempting to run past the other and towards the door. He didn't get far, however, as an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him back before slamming him back against the lockers.

Kurt cried out again before going still. He groaned softly, the impact of his head on the lockers for the second time enough to temporarily disorient the smaller boy. His head was throbbing and spinning like a top and the wind was completely knocked out of him. It didn't help that his already injured back was burning with pain.

He shivered as he felt the other male's body press against his own once again before his wrists were grabbed in two tight fists and slammed against the lockers right next to his head. He groaned softly as he shook his head weakly though it just managed to make his head spin horribly.

"You better fucking learn your place soon you little shit or you will piss me off again... but don 't worry... I wont mar you pretty little face again... I've got other ways of causing you pain," he growled out, forcing both of the other boy's hands up above his head so he could grab them with one hand as he smirked, his hand squeezing Kurt's wrists harshly.

Kurt winced and panted nervously at the others words and the pain that ran through his body as he shook his head, groaning as it throbbed horribly. So much for nice Dave... that didn't last so long now did it? He felt tears stinging his eyes at this point as he let out a soft fightened sob, going still for the other now.

"Much better," Karofsky cooed, loosening his grip as he used his free hand to pull Kurt's scarf off his neck and toss it aside. The moment it left the pale boy's neck Dave already had his lips on the flesh there, running teeth and tongue along the bruised flesh that rested between shoulder and neck, breath ghosting gently across the flesh causing Kurt to shiver. He sucked on the flesh, nibbling on it as Kurt whimpered softly as the slight twinge discomfort it caused.

"You are mine... and I don't want to find out anyone else has touched you like this... do I make myself clear?" he asked with a smirk as he let his tongue press against the injured flesh, sending a small spark of pleasure and pain through the smaller boy who let out another choked sob before nodding a bit, pretty much giving himself to the other male. He was just too afraid to piss the other off and right now... too dizzy and sore to care.

"That's a good kitten... My kitten..."

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