An hour and a half after Blaine leaves I get bored and decide to drive the thirty minutes to Sebastian's work. He works at a liquor store and yeah... that's how he gets all of his alcohol.

I walk in and see Sebastian ringing up a customer so I just slip behind the counter. “Hey,” I greet, wrapping my arm around his waist.

He looks at me and smiles. “I get a break in ten minutes.”

I nod and wait to kiss him until the customer leaves. Never can be too sure about the people around here.

Ten minutes later we're rushing out the back door and into the alley, Sebastian pressing me against the wall of the store. Rolling his hips into mine he moans, quickly unbuttoning his pants. “Fuck Kurt, I love you.”

I mentally roll my eyes; whenever he says he loves me he really just means he loves my ass. There are times when I believe he really, really loves me. I mean, he has to, right? If he didn't I think we'd be broken up by now, a year or so of just wanting sex with me has to get old. I'd get boring or something, so… he has to love me. I love him… sometimes…

“Let's see if you're tight enough,” he mumbles against my neck, starting to undo my pants.

He doesn't bother to pull them down, just sticks his hand down the back and underneath my boxers. Then one of his fingers is slipping into me and I bite into my lip, internally cringing at the stinging. He shoves a second finger up with the first one and moans out. “I think you're just perfect, Kurt.”

I push down against his fingers, willing them to go deeper. “Seb just fuck me already.”

Right as he is about to grant my request there's a scoff and a “Look at those two faggots!”

Sebastian has his pants done up in no time, “My break's over,” he mutters before running back into the store.

Great. Dave Karofsky.

“Look who it is, boys,” he chuckles. “Kurt, the faggot. We know who the girl of the relationship is now.”

“Fuck off!”

Dave's fist meets my eye. “I don't think so, fag. You think people want to see that in an alleyway?” he asks. “I sure as hell don't.”

I glare up at him. “Then what are you doing back here?” He hits me in the eye again. I keep my mouth shut, trying to push away the tears of pain that want to release. My left eye is burning with oncoming tears and it fucking hurts. “Get the fuck away from me.”

He laughs. “Or what? Your fag of a boyfriend will kick my ass? He must be a bigger pussy than you, running off like that, at least you take it.”

The first few tears break through. “Don't call him a fag,” I whisper.

He punches me again. “He's a fag so I'm calling him a fag.”

Dave places one more hit to my face and walks off.

The trip back to my car is a long painful one.

******

I make it home before my curfew but I don't feel like dealing with my father or anyone who is awake right now. The window to the basement is locked so I walk around to the backdoor, unlocking it with my key and stepping in. I limp quietly and painfully to the basement door and open it, disappearing behind it. Blaine isn't in our room. Must still be on his date. I glance back and forth between our beds. I really wish he was here.

My mind is made up and I fall down onto Blaine's bed, curling up with his pillow. The vision in my left eye is blurry. It fucking hurts and the throbbing is neverending. Then the tears start to fall and I can't stop them, curling my body into a tighter ball.

I'm not sure how much time has gone by when I hear the door open.

“Kurt?” Blaine whispers.

Silence. Maybe he'll think I'm asleep and leave me alone.

Moments later my lamp on the other side of the room is turned on and I wince at the slight brightness.

Blain turns around and spots me. “Kurt!” He squints his eyes. “What's wrong?”

I feel my body turn over but I don't know how I managed. I just want to hide away from him, I don't want Blaine to see me like this. There's a small dip at the end of the bed and Blaine reaches out for my knee.

Scooting away from him I tell him to leave me alone.

A pause. “No,” he answers, slowly moving up the bed. “What happened?”

Silence.

Blaine lies down next to me and pulls me close. His hands moving up and down my back, soft and slow. “Was it Burt?”

“Dave Karofsky.”

Silence.

“I went over to visit Sebastian at his work,” I reply. “He got a break and we went out in a back alley to…”

Blaine shudders. I'm not sure if it's because of Sebastian or the fact his friend beat me up.

“Anyway, that shitface showed up and Seb ran back in. Coward. I took the beating.”

Blaine brings a hand up to my face, fingers tracing my jawline. “Why are you even with him?” he mumbles.

His honey eyes meet mine. I'm not sure whose eyes are full of sadness more.

“I love him.”

Blaine cocks an eyebrow. He sees right through my answer.

“I don't embarrass him,” I explain. “I don't have anybody else.” I let my eyes fall shut. Too tired to continue with this conversation.

Full soft lips press against my left eye. “You have me.”

Blaine doesn't say it aloud, he mouths it against my eye but I can make out the words.