Kurt was born into a family of drug addicts. His father beat him daily and his mother was often high. However the worst day of all is when his Uncle Max moved in who used him for sex ever since he was six. Kurt frequently ended up in the hospital after his visits.

It's like the world hated him. Being the only gay male at Lima community collage often got him a free ride to the dumpster and maybe even a slushy if he was lucky. Today however, was a good day. Only being called "fag" once and a measly shove, Kurt made it through the day.

Sometimes he thought that it would be easier to just end it all and he's tried. Multiple times Kurt winded up with a bottle of pills in his hands. However, he always chickened out at the last minute. He would usually just take some of his mothers drugs that were laying around and inhale them, but he always would stop before it got bad enough to kill him. Kurt wasn't an addict by any means in fact, Kurt didn't like the feeling; the feeling of not having control of his body which was awfully familiar to him, but he needed something just to get away from the world.

Thank god for Blaine because without him Kurt didn't know where he would be. He never believed in love at first sight, but when he first met Blaine he instantly fell head over heels in love with him, which was odd because Kurt never got close to anyone. Getting close to someone meant eventually meeting the parents and Kurt couldn't bring someone into that environment.

His house was a dump and often had drug dealers or sex offenders in it. Not to mention the landlord who often came looking for rent money and when Kurt didn't make enough money that week, his uncle would let the man rape him instead. Kurt would try to fight it but always ended up losing considering he was much stronger then him.

When he was done he would leave Kurt lying on the floor, naked and covered in blood, waiting for his uncle to come back in for his turn. That wasn't the worst part though. The worst part was that no one knew. No one could know or his uncle would kill him for sure. He told Kurt himself.

This was his life; his life that was never going to change. He would never see outside Lima. Although Kurt had a stellar audition for NYADA his grades were suffering. With everything going on he managed to get a C average. He would never get in, but that didn't matter anyway. His uncle threatened to kill Blaine if he even considered of leaving him.

Kurt told Blaine he was going to wait in till next year to go to New York so they could be together. Kurt knew Blaine felt like he was holding him back, but Kurt wasn't going anyways. He couldn't.

Speaking of the devil, Kurt's phone rang waking him from his thoughts. He didn't have to look who was calling considering his phone was blasting teenage dream. Kurt decided to ignore the call figuring now wouldn't be the best time to talk, not while he was freaking out. He felt bad for avoiding Blaine lately, but he had to get use to what life was going to be like without him. It seemed like every second he fell more and more in love with him and if he didn't stop now, then he wouldn't be able to.

Just because Kurt couldn't have his dream doesn't mean Blaine couldn't.

He knew Blaine would probably be resistant at first, but it was all part of Kurt's plan. With Blaine's talent he would defiantly make it into NYADA, no doubt. Kurt had to break up with him. The thought send tears to his eyes. No way in hell did he want to, but he had to for Blaine's protection. He couldn't drag Blaine into this life.

No one deserved this life...Not even Kurt.

But he was already involved so what choice did he have? It would break Kurt's heart if it was Blaine who had all this anger built up in him. He'd never put Blaine through the pain and humiliation. So, if that meant he had to do a little lying then so be it.

Kurt was sitting on his bed playing with his stuffed animal when his uncle Max came in. He looked out of breathe, kinda like Kurt after tag. His eyes where red and gazed over, leaving a blank expression. The little boy flashed him a toothy grin before running over to give him a hug. His uncle was always so kind and nice, which is why Kurt loved him the most.

"uncle Max! I missed you!" Kurt grinned into his shirt, but the man didn't respond. He just remained still. "Maxie?" Kurt questioned pulling on his shirt.

He snapped from his daze and picked up his nephew placing him on the bed. "You know how mommy and daddy take those bad drugs? You do don't you? They take them everyday." He said placing his hands on the boy's inner thighs.

"Yeah, I don't like those. They taste funny and they make my belly hurt." The six year old said scrunching his face. He remembered how awful he felt after his mommy gave them to him.

"Yes, well...you see, mommy and daddy didn't have enough money this week." He said popping the buttons on Kurt's shirt. "So instead they gave me something else."

Kurt looked at his uncle with a confused expression. "Is it bath time?" The little boy questioned as his uncle threw his shirt across the room. His uncle laughed making Kurt smile. His laugh was always so warm and silly.

"No." He replied unzipping his pants. "They gave my you." He said with an evil smirk. He laid Kurt down on the bed as he grabbed Kurt's penis.

The little boy jumped. There's no way his uncle would hurt him right? Right! He wouldn't do anything bad. "W-What are you doing?" He stuttered as the cold air blew across his naked torso.

"We're playing a game...Like the hungry hippo game you always make me play." He flipped Kurt around and pressed his body against the smaller one. Moaning into the boys hair he undid his jeans and threw them across the room."Now, this will hurt, but I want you to promise me you won't make to much noise ok?"

Kurt just nodded frightened at what was happening. He felt something enter him and let out a blood curling scream. He had never felt this much pain. Tears poured down his face as his backside burned, but his uncle didn't stop. In fact he pushed it in further making Kurt choke and cry on sobs. "S-Stop! I don't wanna play!" ...

He had gone panicky. His breath hitched and his chest was tight. "God dammit!" He sobbed as he threw a near by picture frame against the wall. It shattered making Kurt jump. He hated being visited by these coma like memories. He hated the panic he would feel after words.

Kurt was breathing hard. It was as if he could breathe. He tried getting air but it's like his lungs didn't want it. Choking and gasping he let out on last sob before passing out from exhaustion.