Blaine went to the park instead and texted his mom saying he was ok and he might be with Kurt again. Martha, Blaine's mom loved Kurt and treated him like another son. Chuck also loved Kurt like a little brother and taught Kurt how to play piano. Tim, Blaine's dad didn't care much for Kurt because all Kurt liked were scarves and shoes but still would accept him if Blaine ever dated him. Thinking of all the fun times Kurt and he had brought a smile to his face and he had to relive those moments so he hit the photo gallery icon on his phone...

And Blaine's favorite....

Kissing his best friend on his soft cheeks on the coolest festival besides Choachella

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Paul came out of the batroom without even bothering to wash his hands and slapped Kurt again for doing so poorly.

"When the fuck will you do things right, Kurt." It was the first time he called him by his name in so long it sent chills down his spine. Paul sat down on Kurt's bed and tried to appoligze to him.

" Babe, I'm so sorry that I get angry so easily, it't not my fault."

"Paul its ok." Kurt felt amazing when Blaine and he were so  close but he didn't deserve a beautiful boy like Blaine. All he deserved was Paul, he put Kurt where he needed to be in life. Something screamed leave in the back of his head and all he ever did was push it away.

"Do you still love me?" Kurt hesatated but said yes.

"You hesatated? You fucking hesatated!" The rage was back in Paul's eyes that scared Kurt to death.

"No! I didn't Paul, I swear I love you, you're the only one!" Paul's firey eyes started to fade until he saw Blaine's famous leather jacket on the back of the spinning office chair.

"Who's jacket is that?"

" Which one?" Kurt said in between trying to kiss him to get his attention away from the leather coat .

        "The only one out of the closet!"

"Have you been Fucking around  with other guys you little faggot!"

Paul got to his feet and grabbed the jacket and ripped one of the arms off and let it fall to the floor.

"Paul! No! I promised and a promise is a promise! It's Blaine's jacket and he let me borrow it last night when he walked me home!"

"You dirty fucking liar! You've probably fucked every guy in Ohio, you ugly whore " Paul relized the car was not his aunt's knew it was Blaine's because he had seen it out side of Kurt's school when he had picked Kurt up to have a fuck date.

"Why the fuck are you lying to me!" Paul got up and picked kurt up by his sweatshirt, ripping the seams of his jacket and throwing his little body against the wall knocking the decor off and breaking a frame. Kurt couldn't catch his breath and was curled up in a ball on the floor. Paul rushed over to Kurt and kicked his ribs with his black converse. Paul pulls out his heavy duty pocket knivf and stabbed Kurt in the stomach where Blaine's beautiful trail had been. His beautiful skin now torn open. Paul stabbed Kurt eight times. Looking for more brutal things he could conduct on the small boy in front of him a sick idea popped in his head. He grabbed Kurt's left hand and made the six gashes even deeper than ever before. Kurt screamed a beathless, Lifeless scream.

"Paul! Stop it! I love you!"

"You probably say that to everyone, slut!"  Paul made the last cut the deepest and slowest of all. Kurt's eyes rolled in the back of his head. All of a sudden Paul stopped. But he wasn't done. Kurt caught his breath as best as he could and Paul  grabbed his arm and took the sharpest knive and spelled the word "FAGGOT" in deep quick cuts.  Kurt's body was shaking from the pain and was crying so hard that his body was wrenching and he was gagging.

"What, faggot...that's what you are right? Just a little faggot right? Worthless piece of shit."

Everything stopped. Kurt went numb and could see spots in his vision; he could see Paul take the knife and cut his own wrist over and over again. As deep as he could and Kurt's vision went black but he heard a loud thud and Kurt passed out.