"I'm sorry Blaine" was all she said but it was enough for now.

She looked right at him as she took one of his hands in hers and clasped it tightly. He kept her gaze and she gave him a small smile of encouragement. Aware that everyone was waiting on him he took yet another deep breath and started his story where he'd left off.

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It was disgusting, that's all Blaine could think of. He tried not to think about what he was doing, tried not to taste, or smell or feel but it was impossible and he couldn't keep from gagging.

"You know for a little homo you suck at this" the man above him snarled and the other two men laughed at his little joke. He grabbed the back of Blaine's head and forced himself further into Blaine's mouth. He could feel it hitting the back of his throat and suddenly he couldn't breath. He grabbed wildly at the man's thighs trying to push him away, but it had no effect and just when black spots started to appear in his vision the man pulled out leaving him gasping and crying for breath.

With no time to react John was ripping at his clothes whilst pushing him to the floor. He felt his t-shirt tear as John twisted it in his hands as he pushed him down to the ground.

John looked down at his nearly naked chest and leered, licking his lips as he ran his eyes up and down. He was on top of him in seconds and the much heavier man held him down easily as he ran his tongue over his body. When he started sucking and biting at him Blaine struggled even more, pushing at him in an effort to get him off, he was acting on pure instinct now, doing everything in his power to get away. John stopped for a minute to casually punch him in the face before going back to what he was doing. Blaine lay there in a daze as he felt the older man making a trail of lovebites across his chest. It was only when John reached down to undo his jeans that Blaine came to his senses enough to try to fight back again.

John leaned back with anger in his eyes and punched him in the ribs. Blaine gasped in agony.

"Steve" he heard John call over his shoulder to the man who stood over Kurt, watching him. "Pretty boy here isn't co-operating, let's see if we can fix that".

Steve grinned back at him and Blaine watched in horror as the fat man reached down to where Kurt's leg was bleeding. He grabbed hold of something that Blaine couldn't see and with malicious glee twisted it. Almost immediately Blaine saw the blood flow increase until the leg of Kurt's skinny jeans was dark with blood.

"No please" Blaine screamed out. "Don't hurt him" he was sobbing now.

"Then do as you're fucking told" John snarled at him and Blaine reluctantly nodded his head.

He didn't fight back as his jeans and boxers were pulled down past his knees, he didn't fight back as he was flipped over onto his stomach and he didn't fight back as he felt the other man push his way forcefully into him. This was all wrong, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. He'd wanted Kurt to be his first, to be the only one who touched him intimately, but now that would never happen. Even if they survived this, even if Kurt would want him after he'd been ruined like this, how would he ever be able to do anything without coming back to this moment.

He couldn't stop himself from screaming in pain as he felt like he was being ripped apart. Tears of agony ran down his face as the man grunted and groaned on top of him, fingers digging painfully into his hips. He felt him kissing the side of his neck as he muttered disgusting things into his ear.

"God yeah...so fucking tight...I bet you're loving this...dirty fucking slut..." Blaine tried to shut it out, tried to be anywhere but here, but no matter what he did he couldn't escape, just had to endure every stomach churning moment of it.

It felt like a lifetime but was probably only minutes before the man on top of him shuddered and groaned before slumping on top of him. Blaine could feel glass digging into his stomach and chest but it was nothing compared to the white hot pain at the centre of him.

John gave him one last, almost tender kiss, on his cheek before climbing off of him. With the weight gone Blaine knew he should probably try to get up, to run away but he felt frozen in place.

He heard John zipping himself up but didn't turn his head to look, instead he focused on a piece of glass that was glinting in the dim light of the alley. The way the light hit it and it refracted to flash bright against the wall was almost beatiful. Blaine found himself getting lost in the bright glare until he was snapped back to reality by the sensation of being flipped onto his back.

"I want to see your pretty eyes whilst I fuck you" the tall one of the group said as he ran a hand down Blaine's face.

"I got him all nice and wet for you" John sneered to him and Blaine knew he was talking about the blood he could feel trickling out of him.

Blaine just wanted it be over, wanted them gone so he could check on Kurt. He turned his head to look over at where his boyfriend lay, still unmoving. He caught the eye of the fat man who stood there and for a moment thought he could see a flash of sympathy before the older man quickly turned his head away.

His face was grabbed roughly and his head turned back so he was looking up into the blue eyes of his attacker.

"I said I wanted to see your pretty eyes" he snarled at him and then with no warning he pulled his knees apart and forced his way inside. Blaine thought it couldn't get any worse, that the pain was at it's peak, but he was wrong. John had just wanted to get himself off but this guy seemed intent on trying to hurt him as much as he possibly slammed into him rough and hard, over and over and Blaine couldn't stop himself from begging him to stop, hating that he'd been reduced to this.

"Please...no...don't" Blaine managed to gasp out between sobs and gasps of agony, but that just seemed to excite the man more as he grinned down at him.

"Oohh... yes baby" he gasped at him "beg some more".

Blaine stopped speaking as he realised the other man was getting off on it.

The large man ran his hand down the side of his face until it was wrapped around his neck and then he brought his other one up to join it. Blaine didn't even register them until he found himself struggling to draw breath. Panic kicked in as he brought his own hands up to try and prise the vice like grip away.

"I can't breath" he managed to wheeze out but the hands just tightened. He batted at them , scratching and clawing but it had no effect. He looked up into the other man's eyes trying to plead with him but what he saw there made him drop his hands in defeat.

This man was trying to kill him, he was enjoying it and nothing Blaine did was going to stop him. He felt light headed and the edges of his vision started to fade away. He stopped fighting, he stopped struggling and he welcomed oblivion, at least then this hell would be over.

"For fuck's sake Lance, are you trying to kill him" a voice sounded to his left and suddenly the hands were gone and everything else as well. He didn't know how long he was out but it couldn't have been long. He turned on his side gasping for breath as he tried to draw air into his burning lungs.

He could hear sounds of a brief struggle somewhere close by, but he just lay there and tried to breath around the fire in his throat.

"What the fuck are you doing Steve" the man who had just tried to kill him was shouting now.

"Do you really want to get done for murder if they find you" Steve hissed back.

He didn't hear what was said next but next thing he knew Lance was kneeling down next to him and hissing in his ear. "Tell a fucking soul and I'll hunt you down and kill you".

He stood back up and as if to emphasise his point gave Blaine two ot three kicks to the ribs. Blaine curled in on himself in agony.

"Come on let's just go, someone's going to show up if we don't leave now" Steve spoke again.

"Yeah okay" it was John that time. Their voices started to drift away down the alley but Blaine heard one of them call over his shoulder before they left.

"Thanks for the memories kid, see you around some time".

Blaine lay where he was for a while, too scared to move in case they came back. He sobbed silently to himself, trying to ignore the pains in his body. He could feel blood, sweat, dirt and other things his mind shied away from, starting to dry on his body. With shaking hands he reached down and pulled his underwear and jeans up until he was clothed again. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to do his jeans up, his hands were shaking that badly and was glad they were the zipped kind as he knew buttons would have been beyond his ability. Once he'd done them up he crawled as quickly as he could to where Kurt lay.

He pulled the silent boy up onto his lap and cradled him, he was relieved to feel Kurt's breath against him. Kurt was alive . He sobbed with relief, knowing that if Kurt didn't make it out of this alley alive, then neither would he. He stared down at the face of the boy he loved almost relieved that he was unconcious, that he hadn't seen what just happened, or even worse, been a part of it. Just the thought of the sweet innocent boy in his arms being defiled like that made him cry all the harder.

He sat there for a long while lost in his thoughts before the chill in the air brought him to his senses. He needed to get help now or it might still be too late to save Kurt. As he reached for his jacket he knew it was already too late to save himself.