"Well, look who it is," Karofsky said, smirking at Kurt's shocked expression. "What are you doing here, princess?"

"I was, um," Kurt stuttered.

Karofsky began walking towards Kurt, clad only in a towel. "I know what you were doing. And since I'm so nice, I'm gonna help you out."

He chuckled at Kurt's confusion. "I know exactly what all you you fags want. And I'm gonna give it to you."

Comprehension dawned on Kurt's face, but before he could move, Karofsky was on him. He grabbed Kurt's arm and hauled him against the wall. 

"No," Kurt whimpered. 

"Don't act like you don't want it," Karofsky said, pressing his leg in between Kurt's. Kurt could feel the other boys hardness pressing into his hip. He didn't understand how Karofsky could be so aroused when Kurt was so obviously not.

Karofsky moaned as he began thrusting against Kurt's leg. Kurt felt his clammy hands on the back of his neck, tilting Kurt's head up.

"Please!" Kurt tried again, but to no avail. Karofsky came closer, shoving his tongue into Kurt's unwelcoming mouth, exploring until-

"Ow! You fucking whore, did you just bite me?" Karofky howled. He drew his hand back, slapping it against Kurt's cheek with enough force to bring Kurt to his knees. 

"You'll pay for that you little-"

"Kurt!"

Karofsky turned to see Blaine Anderson coming at him with swinging fists and fury in his eyes. The sight surprised him so much that he was unable to defend himself. The first punch hit Karofsky's nose. Blaine heard a satisfying crack as blood began streaming down Karofsky's face. When the boy brought his hands up to his nose, Blaine brought his knee into Karofsky's crotch. He fell to to his knees, dropping on his side. Blaine looked at him and kicked him again. The pain was too much and Karofsky blacked out. 

Blaine turned his attention to Kurt, who was still on the floor, knees to his chest and head down. 

"Kurt?" Blaine said softly, kneeling down. "It's Blaine."

Kurt gave no indication that he had heard anything. Blaine reached out and put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. Still no reaction. He looked at Karofsky, who was still passed out.  

"Kurt, I'll be right back," Blaine said. He stood up and walked to the office connected to the locker room. It was meant for the coaches, but was rarely used. Luckily, it was unlocked. Blaine walked in and picked up the phone, dialing 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A female voice answered. 

"Yes, I've found an unconscious boy in the locker room of McKinley High School," Blaine said, voice calm. "I think he may need an ambulance."

"I'll dispatch one right away," the woman said. "Can you tell me your-"

Blaine hung up. He had no intention of being there when the paramedics arrived. He returned to Kurt, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. 

"Kurt? I'm gonna pick you up now," Blaine said. When there was no response, Blaine slid his arms around Kurt and carried him, bridal style, out to the parking lot. He pulled the keys to Kurt's car out of his bag and unlocked it, sliding Kurt into the passenger seat. Blaine jogged around to the drivers side . He pulled out of the parking lot, passing the ambulance as it pulled in. 

Blaine glanced at Kurt, who was still curled into himself. He didn't look like he had any injuries, but should they go to the hospital anyway? Blaine decided against it. Karofsky would be going to the hospital and Kurt needed to be as gas away from him as possible. Instead, Blaine quickly drove to his own house, pulling into the empty driveway. Again he grabbed Kurt's bag and carried him inside. He took him to his room, setting him on the bed. 

"Kurt?" Blaine said. "How about you lie down?"

Kurt looked up for the first time and gave a minuscule nod. He pulled his legs up and lied down. Blaine was relieved that Kurt had acknowledged him. He took the spare blanket at the end of his bed and covered Kurt with it before leaving the room. He returned soon after, carrying a glass of water, which he set on the bedside table next to Kurt. He didn't want to leave Kurt by himself, so he pulled out his laptop and sat at his desk. 

An hour later, Blaine heard a faint buzzing coming from Kurt's bag. He dug through the bag, finally coming up with a phone. The caller id said "Dad".

"Shit," Blaine muttered to himself. He knew he needed to answer the phone, but he had no idea what he would say. "Hello?"

"Hey, bud, where are you? It's dinner time," a voice said.

"Um, Mr. Hummel? This isn't Kurt," Blaine corrected.

There was a pause. "Well then who is it?"

"My name is Blaine Anderson. I'm new and-"

"Yeah, I know who you are," Mr. Hummel interrupted. "Would you like I tell me why you're answering my son's phone?"

"Oh, right." Blaine answered. "Well... There was an incident at school today."

"What kind of incident? Is Kurt ok?" Mr. Hummel asked sharply. 

"Kurt's fine. He's just a little shaken," Blaine assure him. "He's been having trouble with bullies."

"Goddamit!" Mr. Hummel swore angrily. "I knew there was something going on. What happened?"

"Actually," Blaine said hesitantly. "I think it would be better if you heard about it from Kurt."

"Fine. Put him on," Mr. Hummel requested. 

"He's sleeping right now," Blaine told him. He could tell Mr. Hummel was getting frustrated. "I'll make sure he calls you as soon as he wakes up."

Mr. Hummel sighed. "Ok. Are you two at your house?" 

"Yes, sir," Blaine replied. 

"Alright. I'm not happy about it, but alright." 

"I'll take care of him," Blaine promised before hanging up. He set the phone down and looked at Kurt, who was snoring lightly. He turns back to his laptop. Not much time had passed before Kurt opened his eyes. 

"Blaine?" He said in a sleepy voice. Blaine turned to look at him. 

"Yeah, Kurt, it's me," Blaine answered, walking to the bedside. Kurt looked at him with wide eyes. 

"Kurt, it's ok," Blaine tried to reassure him.  "You're safe now." 

Blaine could see tears welling  up in the  boy's eyes. He started to go closer but stopped when Kurt flinched. 

"Kurt? Is it ok if I hold you?" Blaine asked. Kurt looked at him with wide eyes and nodded timidly. Blaine smiled encouragingly and climbed on the bed, wrapping his arms around Kurt. As soon as he did, the dam broke. Tears poured down Kurt's face as sobs wracked his body. Blaine pulled him closer. 

"Shh, shhh, it's ok. You're safe," Blaine comforted. Kurt buried his face in Blaine chest. Blaine continued to hold him until he was out of sobs. 

"I don't understand," Kurt said in a small voice. 

"I don't either," Blaine admitted. "But it's over now. I've got you." 

Kurt didn't answer, but Blaine felt him burrow further into his embrace. He said nothing more, simply holding Kurt in an attempt to calm him down. After a moment, Kurt spoke again. 

"What time is it?" He asked. Blaine looked at the clock on his desk. 

"Almost 7," he answered. Kurt bolted up, eyes wide. 

"Seven?" He repeated incredulously. "I have to go. My dad is gonna be so worried. Oh my god, he's-"

"Kurt!" Blaine interrupted. "I talked to your dad. He called your phone and I,uh... I answered."

Kurt looked relieved for a moment, but then dropped his head. 

"D-Did you tell him?" He asked fearfully. 

"No, I didn't," Blaine assured him. Again, Kurt looked relieved. "But I did tell him that you would call." 

Kurt nodded. "I'll go do that then."

Blaine nodded and watched as Kurt walked into the hall, phone in hand. He flopped back onto the bed. He couldn't believe what had gone on today. Just the thought of it made his head hurt. He  sat up and waited for Kurt to come back. When he finally did, he was still on the phone. 

"Yeah, Dad, I promise," Kurt was saying. "Ok. I'll see you tomorrow."

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