Kurt wakes up at two in the morning to dried blood all over his bed and hand to someone knocking REALLY loud on his second story window. He quickly opens it, knowing only Paul is able to climb all the way up and he looked pissed.

"Shit! Shhh, Paul you'll wake up everyone in the house!"

"You fucking didn't call me back like you said you would dipshit." Pushing  Kurt aside to be able to get in all the way in the window.

"I'm sorry I fell asle-"Before he could finish his sentence Paul slapped him across his face hard enough to leave a slight bruise tomorrow. Again only a single tear ran down his face.

"Don't cry like a little fucking baby, you lied to me so you deserved it."

Kurt learned very quickly not to talk when Paul was angry; it would only make things worse.  Paul's eyes suddenly dropped to Kurt's lips and shoved Kurt on the bed. Taking the air from Kurt's lungs.

"Oh babe, you know I love to play rough with you."  He was sitting on Kurt's hips feeling every part of him. Kurt was pushing Paul as hard as he could to try to get Paul off him but he was too big and the pain from his ribs was breath taking and he felt his hand's wound re-open getting blood on Paul's black V neck.

"Why the hell is your hand bleeding?"

"I uhh cut it tonight making salad. "He chocks out.  Good lie, finally he did something right. But he was about to pass out from the pain.

"Paul...I can't bre-"Kurt takes what he thinks is his last breath before he feels the pressure being lifted off his fragile body. Fine, Whatever lady. Just so I don't get Aids from you, little fag. I have to leave before I get caught. Next time you're giving me the best blowjob ever. Got it porcelain? Kurt just nods in internal horror of Paul actually hold him to those words. With that Paul was out the window and in his car before Kurt could start crying again. Staring at his blood soaked hand he decided to clean it up and wrap it in cloth to try to make the wound look older because he knew Blaine would figure out sooner or later what he has been doing.

*

Kurt didn't sleep at all the previous night and he had a new light pink bruise on the top of his cheek bone opposite of his disappearing black eye adding on to the effect of dark circles from lack of sleep.

Everyone sat in the Glee club and were listening to Britney sing "Girls rule the world." but Kurt just sat in the corner staring at his blank phone; it buzzes and it was Blaine...

Blaine:

Hey.

Kurt:

Hi. Why don't you just come over and talk to me?

Blaine:

Because I know something is wrong with my BEST friend, and he might tell me if I texted him instead, and it would be awkward to get up in front of everyone :)

(Blaine looks over at Kurt reading his text, chuckling and tearing up at the same time with his big blue beautiful eyes. Blaine could make Kurt laugh even when Kurt felt the way he did.)

Kurt:

Blaine... I need you. Will you do something for me, even though it might sound unusual?

Blaine:

Of course, anything.

Kurt:

Will you come to my house and just be with me tonight, no interruptions? I need someone to love me and not in the purpose to un-button my pants. We can watch a movie if you want. How about the Wizard of Oz?

Blaine:

Ok...of course, what time and what about Paul? He'll have my ass if I was caught with you.

Kurt:

Fuck, him. I love him but he can't give me what you can, Blaine. Be there at 8, ok?

Blaine:

Kurt...I love you.

Kurt:

I love you too.