Kurt turned back to the dirty mirror. He hated the bruises that covered nearly every inch of his body. He hated them. They made him look ugly, and no amount of concealer could hide that. He knew they were there. The bruises, the cuts, the scars. He hated it. The made him feel useless and unwanted.

He pushed Blaine's number into his pocket before grabbing a tub of concealer out of his bag and started to cover up the ones that were visible. When he was done he double checked to make sure they were covered up and no one could tell he'd been crying. Then he strode out, head held high, as if nothing could bother him, when really, he was dying inside.

Once outside he realised that Finn had brought him to school today and had then proceeded to leave without him. Kurt could've just called him to come back and get him, but he felt like he needed some time alone anyway. So he walked. With no destination. He ended up at a park. He sat down on a bench and just admired his surroundings. He didn't do this often, but when he did, it felt like he was getting away from it all. All the bullying and drama of his life. He felt normal when he did this.

After an hour or so of mindlessly daydreaming he decided he should start making his way home and got up, walking slowly. One his way he decided to a shortcut through an alley, simply because he was starting get cold and he wanted to be home soon. Though he regretted it almost immediately.

There, leaning against a wall, was Karofsky. He hadn't yet noticed Kurt so if he could just back away quietly… unfortunately, he wasn't watching where he was going and stumped his toe against something, causing him to yell out in pain. Karofsky's head whipped around to see Kurt standing there. A small, mysterious smile appeared on his face.

"What're you doing here, fairy?" Kurt avoided his hateful gaze as he mumbled something about going home. "Home? I'm surprised your dad hasn't kicked you out because you're a fucking fag." Kurt felt anger boiling up inside of him, he was trying to remember what Blaine had said to him, but it had been completely wiped from his mind. "Lucky your moms dead. She didn't have to see what a disappointment you turned out to be." stand up. Don't let them do it. Fight back and don't let them win. Kurt wasn't about to stand by and let this continue any longer.

"What is your problem? What did I do to you?" Kurt yelled, finally looking up and meeting Karofsky's eyes. The boy clenched his fists as he glared a him.

"You're a fucking fag. You don't deserve to walk around like you own the place, you're useless, Hummel." the words stung but Kurt pushed onwards.

"You know it's hard for me to do that because of you tormenting me every step I take. Are jealous or something? Because you know I'm going to amount up to something so much more than you ever could? Tha-"

"Don't push me, Hummel." He spat. Kurt just glared in return.

"You are just a scared little boy who doesn't no any better than-"

"Stop it!" he yelled."Stop what? I'm only pointing out the obvious that you're a closeted boy who's too afraid to be who he is!" Kurt didn't know where that came from but he knew it was true. The minute the last word was out of his mouth he was pushed against the brick wall, Karofsky's lips were on his and a tongue was being pushed down his throat. The only things running through Kurt's mind were that Karofsky was stealing his first kiss and he just wanted the heavy boy off of him.

"You're going to regret everything you just said, Hummel." Kurt then felt his skin-tight jeans being yanked down as well as his boxers and suddenly he was bare and naked. Tears started to fall down his face as he was spun around and pushed hard against wall, the bricks jutting out and grazing his cheek.

He couldn't say anything, he just cried. He cried and cried. Karofsky was behind him and hitting him before he heard a zipper unzip and he knew what was about to happen. He cried harder and tried to block everything out. It hurt and burned. He wished this was a dream but the pain was too real. And when it was finally over, he stung as Karofsky shoved him back into his underwear and jeans. Kurt fell to the floor, blubbering like an idiot (well you would too if you'd just been raped). Karofsky then spat on him and said something Kurt couldn't make out over his sobs. Then he was alone.

He was alone and hurting and letting out loud sobs every two seconds. He needed to tell someone. He needed someone to hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright, even though it wasn't. he went through people he should call. Not his dad or Carole, they stressed enough over stuff going, besides him being bullied. He couldn't tell Finn or anyone from the glee club because gossip with flew around everywhere, even when it wasn't meant to get out. But then who did he have to help?

Blaine's ring tone blasted through the room. He went to pull away from Quinn but she held him tighter.

"Just ignore it, Blaine." She said, moving to kiss along his neck. Truth was Blaine wasn't feeling anything from doing this.

"No, it could be important." he finally got Quinn to let him and go and picked up his phone, ignoring Quinn as she sighed loudly and slumped against her bed. It was an unknown number. Blaine pondered on whether he should answer before finally pressing the answer button and lifting it to his ear.

"Hello?" the only reply he got through phone was a broken sob. This confused Blaine and he held the phone closer to his ear. "Who is this?"

"B-Blaine?" the voice was broken and the person on the other side was clearly having a breakdown of some sort.

"Kurt? Is that you?" Quinn's head snapped up at Kurt's name. she sent Blaine a confused look and he just waved her down, listening intently.

"I d-don't want to b-bother you-"

"No, you're not, what's wrong?" Blaine said hurriedly. Something bad had happened, otherwise why would Kurt of called him in tears only hours after getting his number?

"Are you still in L-Lima?"

"Yes. Where are you? I'll come get you?" Blaine stood and walked over to wear his shoes sat by the door and started slipping them on. Kurt told him he was in an alley between two streets.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked shakily as Blaine spun around looking for his tie.

"Yes?"

"I d-did what you told me." a sob came through the phone, "A-and he-"

"Kurt," Blaine said, interrupting another broken sob, "Don't worry. I'll be there as quick as I can. You don't have to tell me anything." a loud sniffling noise came through the speaker.

"O-okay."

"I'll see you in a minute." he then hung up as flung his tie around his neck and grabbed his blazer.

"Blaine, was that Kurt from my glee club?" Blaine nodded as Quinn got up and he started looking for the keys he'd placed somewhere in this room. "How'd he get your number and why are you suddenly leaving me for him when you only just met him today?" Blaine found his keys and started walking out, quickly followed by Quinn.

"I gave it to him."

"Why?"

"Because unlike you and the rest of your glee club, I can see he's getting really badly bullied. He was wearing concealer today to cover up his bruises. I gave him some advice and now he's called me sobbing through the phone and I swear if I made it worse for him I'm going to hate myself." Quinn gaped open mouthed at him.

"Blaine, he's probably putting on an act because your hot and he wants to get in your pants." Blaine turned to Quinn, an angry glint in his eyes.

"I don't think for a second he's faking being bullied. It's not something you joke about, Quinn. And I doubt he can fake all of those cuts and bruises. I'm going to find him, okay? We'll talk tomorrow." Blaine left without another word and ran to his car and started the egnition an pulling out of the drive quickly.

It didn't take long to find one of the streets and then got out of his car and walked towards the only alley he could see. Upon entering he saw Kurt looking broken. The boy was leaning against a wall, his stylish clothes looking ruined, his hair ruffled and sobs falling from his lips every so often. Blaine ran towards him and knelt to pull him into a hug. He flinched at first before burrowing closer and gripping onto him like he was a life line. Blaine didn't care that Kurt was sobbing into his shirt and soaking it in tears, he was more concerned with what happened to the poor boy.

"Kurt? What happened here?" He asked quietly, the concern showing in his voice. Kurt looked up at him, his big blue-green eyes watering with unshed tears.

"H-he was here. And I st-stood up for myself, a-and he…" Kurt burst into tears again and Blaine held him tighter against his body, rubbing his back, but stopped when he remembered that when he last did that Kurt had winced in pain. Kurt took a minute to calm down a little before looking back up at him.

"He raped me…"