"Get the fuck away from him." Kurt heard a voice boom from behind. He tried to turn his head, but winced as the large foot pressed harder on his chest.

"Oh, yeah? And what are you gunna do about it Anderson? I can take your scrawny ass any day. You and the princess.." Karofsky spit back.

Flick, the sound of a pocketknife being opened stopped the man in his tracks. Slowly Kurt began to feel the pressure easing off his chest.

"I said, get the fuck away from him. NOW." Blaine screamed back, knife raised halfway.

Fear quickly flashed through Karofsky's face. he hiccupped when he saw the knife catch view in the street lights, "Whatever dude. Keep the fag. but just fucking wait princess, were not done here." Karofsky grunted, unpinning his foot from Kurt and turning to leave, before he knew it, he was being slammed against the dirty brick wall.

"Call him that again, and you will be finished. I swear to fucking god. You will be finished." Blaine snarled, pressing the knife into David's thick red and white letterman jacket. He cut one of the patches off the shoulder and threw it at him, "Now get the fuck out of here." Karofsky just grunted, pushed off the wall and walked off, leaving the two boys alone in the alley.

Blaine didn't move a muscle until he saw Karofsky was completely gone, he then closed his knife and walked over to Kurt, who was still lying on the filthy ground, clutching his eye.

"Kurt! Oh God Kurt! Are you okay? What happened? Is there something wrong with your eye??"

Kurt only whimpered in response, attempting to stand up, only to fall back down when the excruciating pain rushed to his leg, he looked down at it, not being able to fully see the damage with the dim lighting in the alley and the non-use of his left eye. He sighed, "well these pants are certainly ruined." He thought to himself. He looked over at Blaine and gave him an exhausted look.

"Come on, let's get you fixed up." Blaine replied and bent down next to Kurt, lifting him up wedding style, and carrying him out of the dark. Kurt suddenly felt light headed, dizzy from the pain, he wrapped his arms tighter around Blaine's neck and closed his eyes, drifting quickly into unconsciousness.



Kurt woke up to way to bright of a light shining on his face, he tried to open his eyes, and winced at the sudden pain of his swollen eye. He tried to look around, realizing he was, in fact, in his room. He let out a breath of relief, "thank god.." he said until he heard an all too familiar voice, panicked and booming ..

"WELL I JUST DON'T SEE HOW YOU COULD LET THIS HAPPEN. I MEAN REALLY FINN! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! YOU KNOW HOW THINGS ARE! YOU BETTER COUNT YOUR LUCKY STARS BLAINE FOUND HIM BEFORE IT WAS TOO LAT.."

"Dad!" Kurt yelled, stopping Burt Hummel midsentence, who was standing in the doorway yelling at an all too upset Finn Hudson, "it's not Finn's fault. I was just going to the bathroom, he had no way of knowing David would be in there, let alone that he would push me out of the back exit and into the alley."

"I know Kurt but, I just, I worry you know? I'm allowed to worry. It seems like everytime you go out now adays something like this happens, I just, I don't know what to do." Burt replied, looking utterly defeated. Kurt wanted to cry, he hated seeing his father like this.

"dad, I get it, but it's just something that comes with being the only openly gay guy in homophobic backwards-ass Ohio. Im used to it, and I'm fine really, I look worse than I feel, honestly! See!" Kurt said, attempting to sound chipper as he started to get off the bed, failing miserably and toppling backwards, falling back to his spot with a thud.

"WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH!" both men yelled, running to Kurt.

"Kurt, sit. Please, just stay there, you got a pretty good gash on your leg, and the doctor said you shouldn't put weight on it for at least a week." Burt replied resting a hand on his son.

" A WEEK?! But dad! Sectionals is in a month! I need to be practicing! I can't wait a week to learn the moves, I'll get so behind!" Kurt yelled. He couldn't believe this! There was no way he would miss a whole week o rehearsal, no.way.

"I'm sorry Kurt but there's no way around it, you are not putting any weight on that leg until at least a full 7 days, no questions." Burt replied.

"but.." Kurt began

"No dude, Burt's right." Finn chimed in, " you were really messed up last night and the last thing any of us want is for you to get any more hurt. We'll be sure to help you out with the steps and stuff later, but for now you just focus on getting better okay?" he replied with a crooked smile.

Kurt scowled. Great. Fucking great. Not even Finn was going to help him out.

"Well I definitely can't miss a whole week of school, I have a French Exam on Tuesday and a AP Chem lab that is worth about half my grade. If I can't walk, how am I supposed to get around?" Kurt spat out

Burt and Finn glanced at each other, before back at Kurt, clearly unable to find the words,

"what." Kurt huffed, "what are you afraid to tell me.."

"listen, Kurt, your not going to like this, but um, for the week, and it's just for the week! Promise! You going to have to um..." Finn glanced around, then finally reached behind the door and wheeled out...

"OH HELL NO. NOPE. NOT AGAIN. NO WAY. YOUR JOKING RIGHT?! I TOLD YOU I WOULD NEVER, EVER, EVER.."

"Enough Kurt!" Burt shouted," look I know your not happy about this, but we have no options, you have to use the wheel chair, I'm sorry, but it's for your own good.."

"FOR MY OWN GOOD? Are you kidding me?! Do you remember what happened last time dad! Do you remember how they locked me in the port of potty and knocked it over?! How they pushed me down the ramps?! How the ran me into walls?! No! I'm not doing this again! No way!"

"Kurt listen, I know it was bad last time, but that was before I married Carole, before Finn was your brother. He's there now, he goes to the school, he'll make sure none of that happens this time, and it's just for a week."

"yeah dude! I totally got you! There's no way anythings gunna happen this time! I got your back!" Finn added.

Kurt looked at his father and step brother, anger boiling in his blood. This was a joke, a fucking crewel crewel joke. There's no way this is happening.

"Look kiddo I'm not happy about this either, but I have to do whats best for you, and this is it, I'm sorry ." Burt said apologetically.

Kurt was just about to start in again when he heard a knock at the door, followed by Carole yelling

"FINN! BLAINE AND PUCK ARE HERE! AND BURT COME HELP ME PUT AWAY THE GROCERIES"

"coming!" they both yelled.

Burt turned back to Kurt, sighed, ruffled his hair, and turned to leave. Finn looked at him too,

"it'll be okay man!" he said as he smiled, and patted his shoulder then sped down the steps to meet up with his friends.

"damn Hudson take 3 fucking years why don't you." Kurt heard Noah Puckerman say, he rolled his eyes. Asshole.

"shut up Puck don't be such a dick." Blaine hissed, then turned to Finn, "how's he doing? Is he alright?"

"ugh, yeah he's fine.. alittle banged up and pissed... but he'll be alright.. Why?" Finn questioned, clearly confused as to why Blaine cared.

"yeah what's it to you Anderson? Got a crush?" Puck mocked, sending a devilish look at Blaine.

Blaine's eyes narrowed."I'm sorry I'm not a fucking heartless bastard. I mean, Kurt is fucking cool, he doesnt deserve the shit people put his through." he said, sounding sincere. Only to have Finn look at him confused and Puck make air hearts at him. Blaine sneered," whatever, let's go. We're gunna be late for practice." They shrugged and pounded out the door.

Kurt laid in bed and couldn't help the smile that came over him, he always knew Blaine was his favorite of Finn's friends.