"So we went there and everybody else had already left! And we had to sleep in the car that night and wait for someone to pick us up the next day!" Gabriel always had the funniest stories! Too bad half of them probably weren't even true. But Kurt was laughing and having a great time so it really didn't matter.
"So is your name as pretty as your face?" A tall, blonde man appeared out of the blue and handed Gabriel a drink, who accepted eagerly. And Kurt was sure he had took that pick-up line from The Simpsons Movie. After a few moments of flirting they both took off. "You don't mind, do you Kurt?"
"Of course not. Have fun."
"Believe me, we will."
And now Kurt was alone at the bar with an empty glass.
"Here." Somebody was handing him a drink?
"Um... thank you. But... why exactly?" Kurt was so confused. Something like that had never happened to him.
"I saw you had run out of alcohol, thought I'd fix that."
"Um...thanks. That's very... thoughtful of you." Kurt was trying to be polite and not to show how weird this seemed to him.
"Ron. My name's Ron." And Kurt thought he was kidding him because that red hair was screaming for his last name to be Weasley.
"Kurt."
"How are you, Kurt?"
"Not bad. And you?"
"Oh, I'm great. So tell me, Kurt, are you from New York?"
"I wish! I'm from Lima, Ohio."
"And what brings you to the city that never sleeps?"
"Insomnia?" They both laughed and kept talking for a while until "Dance with me?"
"Eh... Sure..." A little dance wouldn't hurt. Besides, he was having fun, and that was what matter and... WOW... the floor was spinning and his head was fuzzy...
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah... too many drinks I think."
And before he could even notice they were at the dance floor, his feet completly independent from the rest of his body. He was sure his dance moves weren't exactly flawless at the time, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was so relax. Maybe a little too relax because then... oh... ok... hands on his waist... a little more to the south as well. Maybe they had had enough dance for the night.
"I-I think have to get going now."
"And I think you should stay, baby." Since when Kurt was his 'baby'?
"No... I mean it. I have to go. It was nice meeting you."
And then there was a hand holding his wrist tightly and dragging him out of the dance floor and into a very dark corner. Wait-what? No. He needed to go right now.
"What are you d-
Kurt was cut by strong lips colliding with his and pressing his body against the brick wall. This felt... strange. So different from what he was used to. Blaine was always so gentle and sweet and oh my God, BLAINE. No. No. This was wrong, so wrong. What was he doing? He tried to push Ron away but all he got were more fierceful kisses. He managed to break the kiss and speak.
"No. Let me go. I don't want to do this. I have a boyfriend!" And he hated himself for how shaky and breatheless he sounded.
"What's wrong, baby? Aren't you having fun?" Shit. He thought this kid would be an easy fuck. And now he was chicken out?!
"I'm not your baby and I'm not having fun! Get off me!" And Kurt pushed him again.
Ok. That was how he wanted to play? Fine. They would play dirty, then. He grabbed Kurt more firmly and managed to get him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.
"What the hell are you doing?! Let me out! Now!"
"Shh... Relax, baby. There's no reason for you to scream. Not that anyone would hear you anyway with the music so loud." And he chuckled. The sound hitting Kurt's ears and sending shivers of panic down his spine. He was so scared.
"Please... let me out." Do. Not. Cry.
Kurt was feeling more dizzy each passing minute. The entire room spinning and every sound echoing inside his head. How could he be so drunk with only a few drinks?
But then Kurt's brain shutted down as he was pressed against a wall again. Demanding kisses, uncaring hands. Anywhere, everywhere. No. No. No.
After a few moments of fighting for freedom, Kurt froze. That the exact last thing we wanted to do. He felt a hand undoing his pants and the other one pulling his shirt open. Panic attacked his body and he couldn't breathe. No. No. NO NO NO NO!
"Please... no... please..." Tears were blurring his vision but he couldn't held them back.
"Shh. Just relax, baby. I'm gonna make you feel so good."
Before he could react his pants -and his briefs- were down his hips, as well as the other guy's. When had that happened?
Kurt mentally slapped himself and started fighting himself free again. It was useless. His movements were sloppy and weak. He felt like if he was falling asleep. Unfortunately not soon enought, because after unsuccessfully trying to scape again, it was happening. He could still hear the other man's breatheless laughter behind the sound of his own sobs. He cried out desperately, but nobody could hear him. Nobody could help him. Nobody.
All he could remember were strong fingers holding his hips. Unloving lips sucking on his neck and then... nothing. Kurt wasn't sure when exactly had he lost consciousness as we was woken up in that horrible bathroom by a horrified-looking man.
"Hey! Hey! What happened to you? Are you ok?"
"I... He..." His head felt as if it was breaking in half. His clothes were a mess. His pants were still a little down his waist and his shirt was pulled open.
"Don't move. I'll go get help." And with those words he left the tiny bathroom and Kurt could feel himself falling asleep again. He fought to stay awake until we felt rushed steps aproching towards him and then he zoned out again in the hope that he was actually waking up from a nightmare.

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The bright lights of the hospital room burned as Kurt woke up and tried to open his eyes. A young doctor aproached him with a sympathetic smile. "Hello, I'm Dr. Turner. How do you feel?" He said in a quite voice.
"My head hurts."
"Can you tell me your name?" He asked very routinely.
"Kurt Hummel."
"Do you know where you are, Kurt?
"At a h-hospital?"
"Yes Kurt, you passed out earlier. Do you remember what happened?"
Kurt's brain started working faster than ever. Flashback images invading his mind as tears began to form in his eyes.
"I-I was at the bar and this... this guy attacked me and... and I tried to stop him but I was feeling so w-weak..."
"It's ok. You're safe now." The doctor attempted to calm him down. He waited a little before he continued to speak. "Kurt, I need you to answer me this, ok? Did this man sexually attacked you?"
The words echoed inside his head and it was just too much. "...n-no..." He couldn't. He just couldn't admit it. And, just like that, it all became so overwhelming for Kurt.
"How old are you, Kurt?" It almolst seemed like he was changing the subject.
"19" He wasn't crying any more but his breathing was shaky and fast.
"And where do you live, Kurt?" It was unnerving the way he constantly repeated his name.
"I live in Brooklyn."
"Kurt, is there somebody you'll like me to call to pick you up?"
"B-Blaine..."
"I'm sorry?"
"Blaine... my boyfriend."
"Ok. Can you give me his number?"
And, while Kurt recited Blaine's phone number that he knew by heart, he could only think about their last conversation and how much he had wanted to tell Blaine about the bar and asked him to join him and Gabriel. Gabriel... what a friend.
"I'm serious, Blaine! You could totally rock a pair of pink sunglasses!"
"Oh, come on, Kurt!"
"Believe want you want... but I'm right."
"Speaking of you being right. Remember how you told me we should go out more?"
"Yeah."
"How about a movie? Tonight. And then we can... have dinner in a... very romantic restaurant I know and... I don't know... have dessert... at my place..." Blaine had approached closer to Kurt with each word and now the distance between their lips was almost non-existent.
"That sounds great..." Oh, how he wished he could say yes. "But... I can't tonight."
"Oh..." But they hadn't had a proper date in weeks!
"I know, I know. Let's have luch together. I don't have classes tomorrow so... he can still come here for dessert if you want..." A nooner? Good, good, good.
"I love how you think." Blaine said with a wide smile on his still unshaved face.
"And I love you." Kurt pressed a small kiss on Blaine's lips.
"I love you too."
And now everything would change and -Had somebody spoken?
"I'm sorry?"
"I said that I couldn't locate your boyfriend, I'm sorry."
"Um... it's ok..."
"Are you sure you can go home by yourself?"
"Yeah..."
But he didn't went home. He needed to talk to Blaine as soon as possible. Kurt needed his boyfriend. Kurt needed him to kiss away the pain and the shame...
"Hi! What are you doing here? I thought we weren't meeting until lunch today."

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Kurt arrived to his apartment and luckily Rachel wasn't home. He got into the shower and furiously tried to wash away the sensation of the other man's lips, the finger tip marks on his hips while sobbing non-stop.
After 3 hours he finally got out, stood naked in front of the mirror and was able to examinate his body for the first time. It was horrible. Apart from the fact that he was sore, a reminder of what had happenen at every step he made, the finger tip marks were still on his hips and on his shoulders, his back had scratches and, oh God, there was hickey next to his nipple.
The sight was so devastating that it made him vomit. Over and over again, until there was nothing left in his stomach.
Kurt cried himself to sleep. It was only noon but he hadn't slep at all and was exhausted.
He was woken up by Rachel greeting him as she entered the apartment.
"Oh my God! You look awful! What happened?!" Rachel... always so subtle.
The boy tried to avoid talking about that for a moment but gave up after he realized Rachel wouldn't stop. He cried again as he told his friend about the living hell he had gone through the night before. Rachel cried a little, too, horrified at Kurt's words.
"Kurt... honey... you need to tell the police."
"No. I can't. I simply can't, Rachel. Please, I just want to forget it. Please..."
"And... did you talk to Blaine?"
"Yeah... kind of..."
"And what happened?"
"I... we... we had a fight and I-I think we broke up..." And the tears came back. Rachel's jaw drop at his words, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Just... I'll explain it to you better in the morning. I just want to sleep now."
"Um... s-sure. Goodnight, Kurt."
"Goodnight, Rach.
Rachel waited until she was certain Kurt had fallen sleep before she got out of the apartment. How dare he?! After everything Kurt had been through! She for sure had a few things to say to Blaine...