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Hands... he could feel hands all over his body... warm to the touch but chilling him to the bone. He struggled against them, trying to pull away, panicking as he was groped and tugged and touched. He trembled, letting out frantic pleas for release as he felt the warm wet touches of tongues over his flesh before the numbing pain as his body was invaded.

He couldn't see anything... but he could feel it all. The hands all over his body, brushing over his nipples, stroking his shaft, pressing into his hips, bruising his flesh. He could feel the tongue against his ears and running over his sides and arms... but most of all... he could feel the harsh thrusts and the painful intrusion of the flesh belonging to the one behind him.

He wanted to scream... to beg for help... but every time he opened his mouth all that came out were meek little whimpered utterances. He was angry with himself... He was stronger then this... These people... these men... they were weak. He knew this... deep inside his very being he knew they were weak and he was strong.

He could hear the sound of the one behind him, hear his breathing quicken, hear the shuddering in his breath and the sound of his heart pounding. He could hear every slap of flesh and smell the scent of 'need'... the scent of lust... and he knew the moment it would happen... He knew the moment it would all end and finally be over...

SNAP!

Teeth, claws, bright golden eyes and dark night black fur... the sound of jaws snapping closed and the echoed sound of bones crunching beneath the powerful maw.

Kurt's eyes snapped open as he jumped up into a sitting position, his eyes wide, the vision of a large wolf-like head imprinted on his mind... those eyes... piercing and powerful... and very much deadly. He shivered as he tried to calm himself. He could almost swear he could hear his blood pumping through his heart as he let out soft little audible pants, trying hard to calm his frantic body.

He groaned after a while, flopping back down onto the bed as he let his fingers brush through sweat damp hair and he couldn't help but scrunch up his nose, "God... I smell so bad right now..." he mumbled before finally pulling himself out of bed. He glanced to the clock and sighed... 5am. He was awake at 5am and he didn't even have to go to school today.

He glanced at his phone on the dresser nearby and frowned. He had twenty three texts and seven voice messages. Everyone was trying to find out what happened but he'd refused to answer his phone since he got back home. He wasn't ready to talk to anyone yet. He didn't want to have to answer their questions.

He shook his head as he turned towards the washroom, ignoring the phone again, yawning a bit before heading in and slipping off his pj's. He turned to the full length mirror in his room to examine himself. He looked over his wounds as he stepped closer, reaching up to run his fingers over his injured shoulder. He couldn't feel anything really.

There was little to no pain. Just a bit of tenderness and that was all. He stared at the bandages before curiosity got the better of him. He ripped them off and frowned, moving closer to the mirror and gaping. The wound looked almost non-existant, a bit of reddish scar tissue to be seen and a little bit of scabbing where the tips of the teeth had pierced but it didn't hurt anymore like he thought it should...

He finally shrugged, not worrying too much about it and figuring it hadn't been as bad as he'd thought it had been. He finally turned to the shower, putting on the water, letting it warm up before he slipped in. He let out a soft groan as the warm water hit him. He turned it up a bit more after a while, just wanting so desperately to properly wash off the smell of those disgusting men.

He grabbed a loofah and some shower gel and began to wash himself up, scrubbing as hard as he could as his flesh to try and rid it of the stench that seemed to linger on him. He let out a bit of a frustrated growl after a while before scrubbing more. Though the scent from the soap was strong he still couldn't manage to get the smell off of him and finally gave up when the water got cold.

He sighed once the water was off, standing there for a while as he just let himself breath, closing his eyes. He let the sound of the water dripping from the tap and his body lull him into a sense of calm, the smell from the soap coating the disgusting smell he couldn't get rid of. It wasn't what he'd wanted but it was better then nothing at least.

He dried himself off at this point before doing his moisturizing routine and his hair before slipping out to start getting dressed for the day. It was only about six-thirty by this point but he just didn't want to go back to sleep right now. Not after that nightmare...

He still felt like sleeping though, just exhausted from everything... more so mentally exhausted. He just wanted to forget it all... forget the images that haunted his every waking moment. Even though sleep wasn't always an escape he still wanted it... at least time seemed to go by faster while he was asleep.

Once he was dressed and ready for the day he headed upstairs, blinking at the strong scent of coffee that caught his nose as he stepped up the stairs. He was a bit curious when he spotted his father there at the table sipping coffee, "Why are you awake so early?"

"I... I was worried about you..." Burt let out with a sigh, "I'm sorry... I'm a parent. It's what I do... Kurt you went through hell and... you're acting like none of it ever happened. It worries me," he said as he stood and walked over to the boy who was currently pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I'm not pretending it never happened. It just... I'm not dwelling on it... I'm not letting it bring me down..." he said as he frowned, looking to his father, "I wont grace them with my tears..." he murmured out, "I'm stronger then that..." he added finally, a strange rush going through him at the words. He knew they were true.

"I... I think maybe you should talk to someone... A professional. The doctor at the hospital suggested it and I think he's right," his father said, looking over Kurt with a sigh. He looked good... he looked healthy... but there was just something different about him. He was sure that whole thing had affected the other more then Kurt let on.

"I do NOT need a shrink!" Kurt snapped out as he turned towards his father, narrowing his eyes, "I am fine... I don't need to talk to 'a professional'," he let out, turning away from his father and finishing his coffee before turning to sit at the table, not saying anything more to his father after the outburst. He was tense, however, feeling like he might just explode.

"K... Kurt! Don't yell at me! I am just trying to help... Kurt... you weren't just attacked... you were raped. There's not a person on this planet that wouldn't be affected in some way from that. It's not something to be ashamed of. It's just part of it... a hard part... but there are people that can help." Burt begged, shocked at the others outburst, remembering the other's meltdown at the hospital after he'd first woken up.

"I'm fine..." Kurt let out in a barely suppressed growl. He wanted to yell. He felt like there was so much anger... so much raw anger inside of him... and he just wanted to let it all out... but not on his father. No... he wouldn't do that. Whatever this feeling was inside of him... he would not allow it to surface when his dad was around.

"Kurt..." His dad whispered out, wanting to do something. He could tell something was wrong... It was like instead of being afraid and traumatized... Kurt was just angry... full of hatred for what had happened and it scared him. Kurt had always been a very gentle boy. This wasn't like Kurt...

"I... I'm going out..." Kurt said finally, taking a final sip of his coffee before pushing away from the table, "I'll be back later..." he said, ignoring his dad's pleads to stay as he headed straight out the door, all but slamming it behind him. He clenched his eyes shut as his breathing became shallow, his whole body so tense...

He just began to walk at this point, glad his father hadn't tried to follow. He just walked and walked, no idea where he was going. He just let his feet take him where they wanted to go. Before he knew it he was standing in front of the nearby forest. He paused and stared into the trees at this point, about to step forward when he heard his phone ring.

He narrowed his eyes, slipping his hand into his pocket and bringing it up to read the name of the caller. He stared at it for a moment before he relaxed some, Blaine standing out in bright bold letters on the front of his screen. He pressed the answer button and brought his phone to his ear at this point.

"City Morgue... you kill em we grill em!" Kurt piped up, smiling warmly, the words that had escaped his lips not even seeming to phase him as he listened for Blaine to say something, wondering if he'd caught the other off guard or something.

"Cute... very cute... Kurt... what the fuck happened to you? I got texts from the New Directions asking if I'd heard anything about you. Everyone's freaking out saying you haven't been at school the last few days. Are you ok?" Blaine let out quickly, almost frantic.

Kurt frowned at the others words and sighed softly. He'd asked his father not to say anything to anyone. He'd also asked his dad to talk with Carole and Finn and his father had made both of them promise not to say anything.

"I'm fine..." Kurt let out, sighing softly, "I just... I had a bad run-in a few days ago... but I'm ok. Few bruises... a bite from a really big dog... but everything's healing really well. I barely even feel it," he said calmly and it was more or less the truth. His injuries were pretty much gone after all. It was strange but he was thankful at least.

"Oh my god... I'm so glad you're ok..." Blaine let out and Kurt couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped his lips. He'd only known Blaine for about a month and a half. He'd met the other at Dalton Academy when he'd snuck in wanting to find out more about the place after the New Direction boys had all but kicked him out of their group... or at least it had felt like that.

He was glad it had happened though... Blaine was a good friend and he hoped, someday, the other might be more. Blaine was kind and gentle and very much gay. Kurt had had crushes on worse men that was for sure. Least this one played for the same team.

"It's not funny Kurt... Don't laugh. You're my friend and the thought of you getting hurt like that is scary," Blaine said, all but pouting on the other end of the phone as Kurt smiled finally and sighed, answering the other, "I'm sorry... it's just cute. It's nice to know you care that much. But I promise I'm alright. My dad just wants me to stay home a few more days just to make sure I'm fine..."

"Alright... well you better call your friends or they're going to like blow up soon trying to find out what's happened. Apparently your dad didn't tell anyone what happened even when Finn asked so everyone figured it had to have been really bad. From the sounds of it though you sound just fine. I'm glad too..." Blaine said and Kurt could almost hear the others smile.

"Alright... I'll text Mercedes and let her pass it around. Thank you for calling Blaine. It really does mean a lot to me. I feel bad for ignoring everyone's messages. It's just been a hectic couple of days is all," Kurt said calmly, "Anyway... I should probably let you go cause I think you've got classes soon and I don't want to be the cause of you being late."

"Right... ok, I'll text you after classes or something though ok? Maybe we can meet up when you're feeling a little better. We can do coffee at the Lima Bean or something like that. I know you love your coffee," Blaine chuckled softly, genuinely glad Kurt was alright.

"Alright... sounds like a plan then. Have a good day and say hi to David and Wes for me, ok? I'll be waiting for your text tonight," Kurt let out, smiling a bit and blushing, eager to hear from the other again even before he'd even hung up. He heard the other say goodbye and closed the call, letting out a sigh.

He finally turned away from the forest at this point and headed in the direction of the Lima Bean... He needed more coffee and Blaine's utterance of the greatest coffee shop Lima had ever seen had set off caffeine deficiency bells in his head like you couldn't believe.

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