Kurt.

"Come on baby, nobody will know. I need you, now." Sebastian hissed in his ear. His hands grasping firmly on Kurt's ass. Kurt shivered, he started to protest but was stopped when Sebastian pushed him into the Janitor's closet, locking the door behind him.

"Seb.."

"Shh... let me take care of you.." Sebastian whispered, pushing Kurt against the cabinet and attaching himself to his neck. Kurt looked around nervously in the dark room, but there was nothing there to distract him, nothing to calm him down, so he gave in. Letting himself feel Sebastian sucking on his neck and rub the front of his pants. A moan escaped his mouth, his fingers digging into his back. Kurt closed his eyes, reveling in the heat of the moment. Sebastian pushed harder down on him, unzipping Kurt's pants and freeing his straining erection. Kurt let out a gasp. He felt free, finally letting Sebastian back in, letting him rediscover his body, it felt good. Really good. He let out another moan, louder this time, and flung his head back, banging it into the cabinet. A bottle of bleach fell off the shelf and onto his head with a loud and hard thunk.
Kurt froze, instantly being transported back to that night, his heart stopped and a scream rose in his throat, he pushedSebastianoff of him and started gasping, he couldn't breathe, hecouldn'tthink, he started blacking out, dropping to the floor.

Kurt didn't hear Sebastian scream at him, he didn't feel whenSebastianstarted throwing things at him, he didn't hear when principle Figgins came into the closet, hedidn'tfeel himself being lifted and brought to the nurse.
All he could see was black, all he could feel was cold, all he could smell was blood, Kurt was gone. Kurt was lost. Kurt, was bad again.