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Homeboy, you missed my B-day! No present from you, no cake from me. -Artie

Hope you don't mind but I got into your change jar to help pay for the Glee club bus to sectionals. Don't worry, I gave you the credit. You should call home soon. -Finn

Did you get my text? You didn't text me back xoxo -Rachel

Kurt, are you OK? I know you're busy and all, but your McKinley crew wanna hear what's up and that you're happy. Love to Blaine! XXX –Mercedes

Kurt sighed heavily as he slid his cell shut. The texts, along with the twenty seven missed calls, made his heart sink and his eyes burn. He knew he should reply to the messages but all of the explaining, lying and avoiding he'd have to do was just too much. This was especially true when most of the recipients would see right through his words and know something is wrong. God, I hate being so transparent!

'Kurt, you have the deciding vote. Kurt?

A firm and depressingly painful nudge in the side from Blaine brought Kurt's thoughts tumbling into reality. After sliding a hand across his body as if to protect his aching ribs, he looked around the Dalton choir room. The Warblers were all staring at him. Blaine shifted nonchalantly on the couch beside him.

'Sorry, I zoned out.' Kurt offered a smile, 'What do I have a deciding vote for?'

Wes glanced at David; disapproval etched across his face. 'Seven vote for 'Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word', and seven vote 'Johnny B. Good'. Which do you think will guarantee us a win at sectionals?'

Kurt blinked and tried not to blush. The last he had been paying attention was during roll call. Missing the discussion phase and then the voting? He really needed to focus, but it was hard to do with almost no food in his stomach. Eating wasn't something that appealed to him these days. Crap, they want an answer! He realised as more of his team mates shared concerned and confused looks at the long silence which was still on-going. 'Uh, I think…' He forgot the song options. 'I think we should find out who's judging our area. Age, musical background-it all matters. We're fabulous at both songs but we should go with the one that the majority of judges love.' He smiled. Good save. He would have to ask Blaine what he voted for later.

Luckily, his 'view' was accepted as others began to nod in agreement. At seeing this, Wes sighed. 'Alright. I didn't want to have to postpone the decision but I guess we could leave it a couple of days to give time for us to find out more about the sectional judges.' He looked back to David who moved his head in support. Wes smiled back and then continued the meeting onto another matter. Kurt wasn't sure why that little interaction between the two senior Warblers made his heart ache. There was so much trust there. So much mutual respect. Kurt's eyes then roamed across the room and landed firmly on Jeff and Nick. He wasn't sure how public their little rendezvous on the night of the party was, but by the way their legs were pressed up against each other and the little light strokes Nick's thumb gave Jeff's palm Kurt guessed it wasn't that much of a secret. Their shy smiles and flushed cheeks represented the beginnings of a relationship. Again, Kurt couldn't explain why the sight made him want to cry rather than be happy for them. Had he really sunk this low? He had an amazing guy who loves him - him! - and it just so happens he is the most beautiful boy Kurt ever laid eyes on. And one of his pastimes is destroying me inside and out. Kurt mentally kicked himself for thinking like that but he couldn't have forgiven himself if he hadn't thought it at all. And now someone was licking his ear.

'Blaine-! What are you-?' Kurt jerked across the couch away from the dark haired beauty. 'You can't do that in front of - Oh!'

The room was empty. Shit, I zoned out again and missed the end of the meeting.

Blaine laughed softly and scooted along to close the gap between them. 'You really are out of it today, aren't you?' He pressed Kurt against the arm of the couch as he leaned in to kiss his jaw line and curve a strong hand around the inside of Kurt's thigh. 'S'okay. Your dazed expression is almost as cute as the one you’re wearing right now. Did I give you a fright, baby?' Kurt strived to ignore the tightening in his stomach and he gripped onto the side of the couch to prepare himself for standing up. Feeling his boyfriend tense up, Blaine narrowed his eyes and used his free hand to gently grasp Kurt by the hair to keep him still. 'Guess I did. I'm getting good at doing that these days, aren't I?'

Kurt attempted to laugh it off but it still came out forced and scared. 'As I always say, practise makes perfect, right?' He glanced towards Blaine and was met with a serious, lustful stare. 'Y-you know we can't do anything here, don't you?' Kurt asked, voice breaking just a little. 'You wouldn't try…you know..?'

Blaine continued to stare at him. 'Try what - fucking you?' He grinned coyly. 'I'm not an idiot, Kurt. This is the choir room and senior commons, it's not going to be empty for long.' Kurt let out a shivered breath of relief. 'But I think we have five minutes…'

Kurt turned his head to look directly at Blaine after hearing that, but instead of asking what he meant he found himself gasping loudly. Blaine's hand had swiftly run up his thigh and cupped him with a fixed grip. 'B-Blaine, stop it-!'

'Shh..' Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt's hair towards him so he could silence Kurt with a deep kiss. Both resistant but shamefully aroused, Kurt moaned protests into his mouth and uselessly shuffled further into the side of the couch. Blaine kept him securely on the seat and his talented hand massaged him in a rough manner. At the sound of a zipper being pulled down, Kurt had the cold realisation that Blaine planned to jerk him off right on the couch in broad daylight with the social room door unlocked. He pushed Blaine hard, succeeding in moving him all of two inches but at least the rubbing stopped. He had thought too soon. With eyes getting more and more fired up, Blaine shoved him back and moved to straddle and trap him. The hand soon returned with a vengeance as it slid easily under Kurt's waistband and his fingers wrapped around Kurt's length.

'Blaine! S-someone could come in and see!' Kurt found himself crying. Part of him found it strange that after all he's been through recently; this is all it took to scare him into tears. No anger, just fear. Blaine ignored him and yanked his head back by his hair hard enough for Kurt to see stars. His eyes filled immediately and began leaking tears. He forced himself to focus on a spot on the ceiling as he felt lips on his throat.

'You love this, Kurt, don't deny it…'

The hand in his pants moved fast and thoroughly, and Kurt was broken inside knowing Blaine was going to get what he wanted. How could he deny it? He has to love it, otherwise why would Blaine be doing it? His breathing hitched painfully through his whimpering and rise in heartbeat, with his body heating up and becoming more and more close to the edge. He swallowed hard. Fuck, it's coming! I-I'm coming! G-god, no, I don't-don't want-! Not here!

There was a loud noise that broke through Kurt's barely audible panting and the sound of Blaine's rapid hand. Kurt didn't focus on it very much, figuring that because it wasn't coming from the door it wouldn't matter. However, he soon noticed Blaine's movements were gradually slowing. When his hand came to a stop, Kurt risked looking away from the ceiling to see what was going on. No one else was in the room yet when Kurt felt his heart stop at the sight of Blaine's angered eyes looking at the floor beside them he suddenly wished there was.

'Wh-what's-?'

'You little fucker.'

Kurt blinked and stuttered out a 'Blaine, what d-did I d-'

Blaine's head snapped to face him and a well-aimed smack was delivered to his cheek. Kurt let out a choked gasp and recoiled fearfully, his hands coming up to protect his head. He was sure there was more pain to come - there always was - and he still didn't know what he'd done this time. Blaine stood up and bent to pick up something which had been on the hardwood floor. Kurt's cell. It must have fallen out of his pocket when Blaine moved him. Kurt just had enough time to pull his legs up to his chest and his arms to cover his head before Blaine hurled the cell towards him in anger. It hit Kurt's elbow and fell to his side. When he heard the sound of Blaine walking across the room and kicking a piece of furniture, Kurt grabbed the cell phone and brought it up to his face to read. The screen was lit up with a new message dazzling up at him:

Hey Kurt! So we got paired up for the history project (yay-1600s!), I was thinking if you've finished up your glee meeting we could get started with a library date, study-buddy? Lol -Dillon

Shit.

'I thought we had an understanding.'

Kurt was shaking as he looked up at his boyfriend, who was pacing back and forth looking like he was trying-no, straining-to keep calm. 'Blaine, it's not what you think. This is nothing.' Blaine stopped and turned on his heel to face him. His thick but defined brows were furrowed around his dark glaring eyes, and his fists were clenching so hard it looked like he was going to draw blood from his palms. There was about seven feet between them by now but Kurt still felt like he couldn't move an inch in Blaine's sight.

'You told me you would stay away from him, and in return I wouldn't touch him.' Blaine's voice was now too controlled, like he already had ideas in his head on how he was going to handle this. He slowly started walking forward. 'I kept my part. I smile and nod when I see him in the hallways. I play nice, Kurt. So why could you not just keep yourself away? Huh? Why does he have your number? Why the fuck does he seem to think it's okay to flirt with you?'

Kurt cowered against the couch as Blaine came close enough to tower over him. He couldn't take his eyes off the other boy's hands in fear of them coming for him. 'H-he's not-pl-please, Blaine, you aren't thinking str-straight! He's just a friend! Y-' Another blow was delivered to his head so fast Kurt didn't even see it coming. He fell back against the arm of the couch, limp like a rag doll. He couldn't see straight now and yet another punch to the face made it hard for Kurt to register anything anymore. He didn't feel Blaine climbing up over him. He didn't see Blaine raise his fist again, preparing to start on Kurt's stomach.

One thing he did register, however, was the loud and crisp click! that was the door being opened.

'Blaine, you're still here, great! We were wanting to speak to you about – Kurt?'

David pushed the door open further and he, Wes and Thad stepped into the room in which they had their meeting not ten minutes before. The sight which greeted them was, quite simply put, embarrassing. Blaine Anderson was stretched over a flushed and dazed Kurt Hummel, who's fly was undone and his crotch was bulging through his underwear. Blaine's eyes were on the other Warblers, looking flustered and alarmed. 'G-guys!' He cried out and quickly shifted himself away from Kurt after pulling his boyfriend up into a sitting position.

'Holy-!' Wes made a point of averting his eyes. 'What the hell are you two doing? This is a common room!'

'I know, I know!' Blaine hurriedly stood up and tried to compose himself. 'We just got a little too ahead of ourselves.'

'That much is obvious.' David said through a snort of laughter. He was watching Kurt sway back and forth, almost falling towards the floor. Blaine must be more talented than David ever gave him credit for! 'But maybe you should take this somewhere else?'

'No!' Wes said firmly, causing all but Kurt to look at him questionably. 'I-I mean, yes, this type of behaviour should be elsewhere, but right now we need to talk with you, Blaine. Kurt…Kurt can just go and gather himself.' Wes refused to look at them, his cheeks red in embarrassment.

Blaine pulled Kurt up to his feet, letting the snivelling boy lean on him as he cradles him in a loving fashion. 'I really think I should take Kurt back to his room. He's, uh, been spacing out all day. I need to make sure he's okay.'

He half-carried Kurt towards the door, stopping only to zip up Kurt's fly for him, not that his boyfriend noticed. Before he could pass the other Warblers, however, Wes raised a hand to stop him. 'Look,' Wes sighed angrily, 'Thad will take him back to his room. We need to get these sectional details dealt with and we need the front man for that. Kurt will be fine without you for an hour or two, I assure you.' His words were final, and although Blaine looked like he was going to argue, he didn't. Hardly anyone was stupid enough to cross an angry and flustered Wes. David wriggled his brows and hid a chuckle behind his hand as Thad stepped forward and took Kurt's weight off Blaine and onto himself. 'Good. Now Blaine, sit down. Thad, take Kurt to his room. Don't feel like you have to stick around. Kurt will probably appreciate the alone time right now.'

Being passed over to another body brought Kurt out from his little mental shell and he felt so ashamed at what Wes was implying. Thad let out a laughing breath and began walking him out.

What did they think was going on? Didn't they see what he was doing? Why won't anyone notice? I'm crying, my cheek feels red hot and like it has a pulse of it's own and not one of them sees that?

'B-But-' He starts, but is cut off.

'Don't worry, Kurt.' Blaine called after him, his voice clouded with some type of deep-rooted emotion. 'I'll be with you soon.'

Kurt couldn't find it in him to sob or sniff at that promise, and in hindsight he realised he probably should have. He should have forced them to notice there was something wrong, that he was not okay. That he was scared. But instead he just numbly allowed whatever body he had been passed to - was that Thad's aftershave? - to take him away.

'I still can't believe you were getting it on in the choir room!' Laughter. 'I know you're hot for each other, but I didn't think you liked it risky.' Pause. 'In the choir room!'

Kurt had his eyes shut. His head pounded less when it wasn't dealing with his blurry eyes taking in his surroundings. It normally would have taken him five minutes to walk across the main campus grounds to his room, but he hadn't fully recovered from the recent blows to his head and was relying heavily on Thad (who was fortunately buff enough to cope with it) so it was taking closer to half an hour. Finally, after much stumbling and bumping into walls, Kurt found himself unlocking his bedroom and allowed Thad carry him across the final few feet of floor before letting himself fall on his bed. He groaned at the rush of motion, which was wreaking havoc with his headache. He buried his face into his pillow

'Kurt, buddy, you look ill.' Thad said after a few long seconds of silence. 'Hey…you rather I take you to the nurse? I mean, I'll go tell Blaine as well so he can come see…' The boy stopped in mid-sentence as the unmistakable sound of a sob erupted from Kurt's direction. He stared as the smaller boy's shoulders shook and his knees were pulled up to his chest. 'K-Kurt?' The crying boy moved the pillow just enough for his puffy eyes to be seen. Thad stared at him with his mouth slightly ajar and his body rigid. 'I-I, uh…I'll catch you later, okay, buddy?'

Kurt's heart heaved sickeningly as he watched the stunned boy rush out, barely closing the door behind him. Kurt choked on another snivel. That was his punishment for trying to reach out for help. Now alone, Kurt let himself howl into his pillow.

It was amazing how much energy a heart-wrenching cry could take out of you. Then again, Kurt had been crying for a full hour. With cheeks now tear-stained and red eyes that burned, Kurt found himself resting his head on his soaked pillow. Tears and sweat - never a good combination. It was eerily quiet now that his throat had lost its ability to produce sound and his nose was too blocked to sniff. It also felt cold. His whole body shivered as if he was lying in a bed of snow. The overall sensation he had was becoming too much. Slowly, he pulled himself up and shifted carefully to the edge of the bed. Gently, he put his feet to the rug on the floor and for the first time in his life he thought he could feel each and every thread weaved under him. He moved silently across the floor to stand by the mirror by his window. He couldn't find it in him to be surprised by his appearance now. He looked like death. Deal with it. Only tonight - after all, evening was now upon him - he looked half conscious. He still swayed just a little and his eyes couldn't focus on anything for any longer than a couple of seconds at a time. Holding his head in one hand, he moved away to the centre of his room.

I must stink of sweat. His movements were sluggish as he eased off his jacket and peeled his shirt and tie over his head. Everything he had been wearing was drenched. His belt buckle took the longest to get free from. His fingers slipped so often he wondered if he'd have to start cutting holes in his pants to just go to the bathroom. Eventually, all but his briefs lay on his floor. For some reason, even in the privacy of his own room, he didn't want to be fully naked. Bad things have happened in this room when he was naked. He tried not to notice that the bruises and swellings his bare body bore were now twice as dark and twice as big as before or that his ribs were now much more visible under his white skin. He crossed his arms over his chest and hurried into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Right now, all he could think about was feeling clean. Upon his return to the bedroom for a change of clothes, however, Kurt came face to face with a new problem.

'Oh my God…Kurt…'

Kurt's breathing hitched in his throat as he watched those eyes take in his roughed up form for the first time. Thad had left the door slightly ajar and now Dillon stood at the doorway, his fingers still ghosting over the handle. The way his eyes looked at him from his head to his toes made Kurt feel more naked than he had ever felt before. Blaine had looked at him like he was beautiful-no, Blaine had looked at him because he was beautiful. To him, anyway. But now, under the horrified gaze of his classmate, Kurt knew he looked repulsive, beaten and pathetic. He was frozen in horror and shame.

Dillon slowly edged towards him, letting the door gently shut behind him. He, like Kurt, seemed to have lost his voice. His hand reached out and touched the pale, damp skin and he realised there was no illusion. 'Kurt, what happened to you?' He whispered. No answer. 'Did…did Blaine do…?' Still no answer, but the sound of that name sparked a newfound fear in Kurt's eyes that was impossible to ignore. 'God…W-we need to take you to the school nurse. Or maybe a doctor. Jesus, Kurt, you look starved!'

Dillon tried to push Kurt back towards his desk chair, afraid the frail boy would collapse. Yet he was stopped by Kurt's hand and frightened whisper.

'You can't be here…'

'What? Kurt, I have to make sure-'

'N-no, you can't be here!' With a burst of energy, Kurt pushed back and forced Dillon to the door. 'He can't find you here, he already thinks…Please, please just go!'

They shoved against each other, Dillon a little more gentle from fear of hurting the other boy. At last, Kurt managed to get a good hold of him and, throwing open the door to the corridor, he went to give the last push which would force the other boy out. But instead he came face to face with Blaine at the other side of the threshold. A whimper escaped Kurt and he fell to the ground as his knees buckled beneath him. No, no, no, no, this can't be happening…

Blaine stood still, eyes growing darker and looking more enraged as they darted between his almost naked boyfriend on the floor and Dillon. Nothing happened for many seconds. Kurt grew more and more frightened and tried to find his voice to explain the situation, but Dillon found his first.

'What did you do to him, you sick bastard?' He smaller boy stepped between Blaine and Kurt, and he raised his arms to push the dark haired boy away. Kurt knew that was a mistake and let out a cry of warning before Blaine had Dillon by the throat and slammed his head into the wooden panelling of the doorframe. Kurt covered his mouth as he heard a crack and his friend crumpled to the floor of the corridor.

'P-please, Blaine, stop it!' He cried, hands grabbing at the incensed Warbler standing above him. Blaine couldn't even look at Kurt when he shoved him back across the room. Kurt struggled to keep both boys in his sight but he then realised Blaine was going to lock them in the room together. The last he saw of Dillon, who was sprawled across the corridor floor, was a trickle of dark blood coming from his head and his eyes opening weakly. His eyes! He's okay, he's okay-he'll get up! Please, God, let him get up!

Now, though, he and Blaine were alone. Panting heavily, Kurt struggled to push himself as far away from Blaine as possible. He reached his window and hid all but his head behind the curtain. Blaine was leaning against the door, his back to him. He seemed to be breathing like he had been running a marathon, and the way he pressed his hands up to the door make Kurt think his boyfriend was crying. 'B-Blaine…?'

The dark haired boy slowly turned around, and any hope Kurt had that Blaine was more upset than angry was destroyed by one, soul-crushing glare. 'You little bitch…'

'Blaine, no! You don't underst-! Nothing was going on, please just let me explain!'

'Shut the fuck up!' Blaine yelled at him with a torn voice. He was crying after all. 'I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear any of it, understand?'

Kurt shakily got to his feet and reached for the other boy, and was rewarded by being grabbed by the arm and pushed fiercely, sending him onto the floor. Blaine kneeled over him and began knocking his fist into every inch of Kurt he could see through the red haze which had come over his vision. 'Such - a little -whore!' He growled, delivering a punch every couple of seconds. 'You're supposed - to be - mine!' One of his final blows resulted in Kurt's nose erupting with blood. Blaine hardly noticed. 'I guess I should have seen it coming, huh?' He stood up and stared down at Kurt lying on his side on the floor. He sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his now-bloodied hand. 'I thought you were behaving yourself, that you finally got it into your fucking little pretty head that you belonged to me!' He finished by viciously kicking Kurt in the stomach.

The air in Kurt's lungs shot out of him from the impact, leaving him coughing and wheezing as his arms attempted to protect himself. 'B-Bl…'

'But you couldn't resist, could you?' Another kick, this time it was not as hard but it was better aimed. Kurt found he was losing the ability to breathe. 'You risk losing what we have so you can play some fucking game with some-some fucking new kid!' Another kick and Kurt's body convulsed and he managed to roll over to face away from Blaine. There was a new sensation in his chest; a piercing sensation. Did something break? This fresh injury had him cough some blood into the back of his throat. It was only a little, but it was enough. He couldn't find the energy or the will to try and protect himself. He was hurting too much. He wasn't even sure if he was still crying; he couldn't sense anything but pain.

Blaine watched him roll over and his eyes followed those bare, skinny legs as they were pulled up near his chest. The dark haired boy gulped down hard. His anger wasn't as strong now, but he wasn't finished. The hostility inside him was still oozing around his soul. His heart told him he had to make sure he kept what was his. Kurt had to know why he was doing this. It was out of love. 'You keep risking what we have…' He repeated calmly, voice quieter now. 'But…I'd never leave you. That's what true lovers are supposed to do; stay together no matter what. You and me-we're meant to be together, baby. You…you just have to learn. Learn your lesson, so you'll never do it again.' Through his venomous words, Blaine began to smile. It was a twisted smile, full of bitterness and excitement. He grabbed Kurt from the floor and threw him back against the bed. Kurt let out a loud cry of pain as the landing brought out the searing pain within his chest. His scream was cut short, however, as Blaine's hands ran up his legs, his sides and up to his throat to close his fingers tightly around his neck. 'I'm going to make sure you know who you belong to. You're mine, baby. My Kurt. I never wanted to hurt you…' His eyes flash as he hears Kurt cough and splutter under his grip. 'But when you promise you'll be mine and constantly resist me, that hurts me!'

He's going to kill me. He doesn't know it. He won't mean it. But he will. He's going to end it now, and there's nothing I can do about-

Kurt opened his eyes. His pupils were dilated but focused firmly on the boy above him. He had spent his whole life saying there was nothing he could do about anything. And now he was seconds-no, moments away from kissing his life goodbye. It wasn't going to end like this. Without knowing where the energy came from, Kurt raised his foot to Blaine's stomach and kicked back with all his strength. The hands around his neck suddenly disappeared, and Blaine flew back out of his sight. Without wasting a moment to take a breath, Kurt threw himself towards the bathroom. He could hear Blaine stumbling around behind him. He just had to get always and close and lock the door. But Blaine was too fast-he won't even have time to close the-

Click!

Kurt let out a gasp of shock. He was startled with himself as he backed into the sink in the bathroom. He had done it. He locked the door only a second before Blaine slammed himself into it. The sound alone sent Kurt diving under the sink.

'Kurt-! Kurt, open the fucking door! Kurt!'

He sobbed into his hand as the love of his life called on him. He was angry again. Saying Kurt had never been so scared in his life might have been an understatement. Yet all he could think about at that moment was that day Blaine made him feel whole. The day he placed his hand on Kurt's and told him he was who he had been looking for forever. When he told him he moved him, and that he made excuses just to spend more time with him. When he leaned over and took his first, proper kiss. It was the kiss that mattered. It wasn't stolen from him and it wasn't based on lies. This one was perfect, because Blaine was perfect. And now-

'You can't stay in there forever. You know you'll have to come out sooner or later! Fuck-Kurt, open the fucking door before I kick it down!' A series of kicking sounds followed, and Kurt could only shake as the door pulsed with each kick. 'You listening? Don't hide from me! Fucking little-I swear, when I get my hands on you, Kurt…'

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut before forcing them open again. 'P-pl-please…please, Blaine. Please…st-stop…'

There is a moment when the kicking stops, like Blaine wanted to hear his snivelling voice. 'Oh, cry all you want, baby, you know I won't ever leave you.' The promise is immediately followed by scratching. The tab on the door's lock gradually began to turn due to Blaine manipulating it from his side. Kurt lunged to try and stop it from slotting into place, but he was too late. The door swung open. The dark haired beauty smiled down at him with eyes which sparkled in excitement at what was about to occur. 'There you are, my baby…'

Kurt raised his arms up around him. 'B-B-Bl-!'

'Oh, B-B-Blaine? Is that what you’re trying to say?' The mocking tone cut through Kurt like a sharp knife. 'Are you trying to tell me something?' His hand took hold of the sobbing boy's wrist and he twisted it backwards, forcing Kurt to scream in pain as Blaine opened up the way to Kurt's vulnerable frame. 'Why don't you tell me you love me?' He fell to his knees, settling his body on Kurt's middle. His free hand grabbed a fistful of Kurt's hair. 'You know how much I like to hear that, don't you?' Kurt is given no time to respond before Blaine pulls his head up and then pushes it back onto the tiled floor. 'Because I love you Kurt!' Blaine yelled at the now half-conscious boy. Tears were falling down his face again. Neither of them were listening anymore. They didn't hear a scuffle, the sound of running footsteps or the slam of a door. The bathroom door.

'I love you, you fucking bitch!'

'Blaine! Get off him!'

'Oh my god…'

'Fuck, what are you doing?'

Kurt only saw darkness now. He knew his eyes were shut, but he was pretty sure that was only half the problem. The voices around him sounded so far away, like he was listening to a huge commotion at the bottom of a mile-deep drain.

Wait…voices? What's going on?

With all he had left in him, Kurt pushed his eyes open. Blaine was there, but he was getting further away - like he was moving backwards. There were people. A lot more people. Too many for Kurt to focus on. They were all wearing Dalton jackets, though, and a few of them were surrounding his boyfriend, pulling him back. They were pulling him away. A small voice in Kurt's head questioned where they were taking him, and what was going on. He vaguely noticed another few figures were beginning to crowd around him too. No one touched him, but they were there as if acting like a barrier protecting him. He was safe. He was safe. I can't believe I'm finally…safe…

David and Wes looked on at Kurt as his head fell backwards into unconsciousness. Neither of them said anything. Neither knew what to say. They felt sick at the sight before them. Kurt's body was battered and bruised. Around him was a series of bloody marks which matched those they had seen in the bedroom. The only sounds they now heard were the rhythmic dripping of water coming from the sink, and the screams of their favourite Warbler soloist as he was dragged down the halls.

'Kurt! Please, I'm sorry - get the fuck off me! - I love you! Please, Kurt!'

The only fact the boys took solace in was that Kurt couldn't hear a word of it.