Kurt's POV:

"Hey, honey," Blaine says, as I get into his car to go to school. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Finn woke me up at three am, stomping down the stairs and yelling what's for breakfast because he doesn't know how to use a clock," I reply, scowling. Blaine laughs and pulls into the school parking lot. I give him a peck on the cheek as we part ways, Blaine going to English, me, Biology. Unfortunately, my boyfriend and I only have two classes together-Calculus and glee.

I wave hi to Rachel and Mercedes as I walk to my locker. I'm not more than four feet away from it when I start to belidve that maybe today I won't get shoved into something before I open my locker. Then I find out I spoke too soon, for two meaty hands are shoving me into the locker right next to mine. I fall to the floor, looking up to see Karofsky and Azimio high-fiving and laughing as they walk into a classroom. Of course, I couldn't make it five minutes without getting bullied, and of course no one else noticed.

It was going to be a looong day.

"What the hell is your problem?" I yell at Karofsky, running into the locker room after him. After he claims I'm trying to sneak a peek at his 'junk', or so he calls it, I slew insults at him. I can see him getting angry and very upset, but I can't stop. It's like everything that I ever wanted to say to him is finally coming out and it feels great to stand up for myself. After getting slammed into a locker yet again that day, I decided I was going to do something about Karofsky and his bullying.

And then, suddenly, Karofsky's hands are on my face and his lips are pressed against mine. I try to push him away, but he's far too strong. Finally, he stops kissing me, and steps back a little. I know there must be a look of dread on my face, but as I look at Karofsky's, I see it full of lust. And, then, within a matter of seconds, Karofsky has me pinned against the lockers, a hand holding both my wrists behind my back.

"David, I h-have a boyfriend," I say, trying to get him to stop. He laughs maliciously, and I cringe as he forces me to kiss him again. I whimper as the hand not holding my wrists behind my back grabs my ass and his tongue moves disgustingly into my mouth. "Please, Dave," I plead as he unzips my jeans and shoves his hand down my pants. "Stop."

"You don't really want me to do that, do you, Kurt?" Dave says, a masochistic smirk on his face. "I know you want me to fuck you hard. You wear those tight ass jeans and show it off everywhere, you were just begging to get laid, weren't you, Kurt? 'Cause you're just a slut. A flirt, a bitch, a whore.

I feel tears threatening to spill over as Karofsky then pulls my pants down and off me while pulling his shirt off. He starts stroking me again, and I start crying the first of many tears. "No! PLEASE, NO!" I yell, trying to get him to stop. He just silences me with another forced kiss as he takes the rest of our clothes off.

He shoves one, two, and then three fingers into my hole, and I cry out in pain. He rubs his dick against mine, trying to get me excited. All I do is cry more. As he starts to move his fingers in and out of me, I do the only thing I can think of, my last resort for help. I pray to anything that's out there.

God, or whoever's out there, please help me. Please don't let David do this. Please help me! I'm so, so sorry.

I don't know why I'm sorry, just that I am. Maybe it's because I really am a whore. I was asking for someone to fuck me, wearing clothes like that. Maybe it's because I'm cheating on Blaine right now. Or maybe it's just because I'm sorry that it's my fault. That I got myself into this mess. I shouldn't have stood up for myself. I'll always be the victim and Karofsky will always be the bully. I just have to face that fact.

I try to scream as I feel the tip of David's cock against my hole. He slaps me hard on the face and then thrusts in fast and hard and painful. It hurts so much, and all I can do is cry. I'm helpless. 'I deserve this,' I tell myself. Because I'm a horrible person. With every thrust, it gets harder and the pain is just too much. This isn't how my first time was supposed to be. When I lost my virginity, it was supposed to be romantic and with Blaine.

Oh, God, Blaine. What will I tell him? He'll probably hate me.

I scream out in pain as Karofsky pushes the hardest yet and comes inside me yelling, "Oh, fuck yes, Kurt. Holy shit!" He lets me go, and I slump down, sobbing uncontrollably. I try to get my clothes back on and get out, but Karofsky's in my way, and I'm definitely not trying to escape, for fear he might do it again. "If you tell anyone about this," He says, his breath hot against my face. "I will kill you."

Then he walks out of the locker room.

I ended up skipping last period and walking home. I wasn't in the mood to go to school. My eyes were red and puffy from crying, and I felt like I could break down any minute. Not to mention my ass is burning and my wrists are red and bruised from Dave holding them too hard. Once I reach my house, I slam the door closed and rush down to my bedroom. Unfortunately, everything reminds me of Karofsky. My clothes, which are far too slutty for me to wear anymore, my bed, where Blaine and I explored each other the night before, my laptop, covered in stickers for charities against bullying, gay rights groups, and rape prevention associations.

The only place I feel safe is my bathroom, where I decide to take a shower to wash neanderthal off me. I cleaned every inch of me I could reach, and stepped out of the shower , drying myself off. I still felt Karofsky on every inch of my skin, and in my frutration to get clean, I end up throwing a plastic containter of bath salts at my mirror, making it break into small pieces.

"Damn, it," I say, picking up the glass. I reach for another when one slips out of my hand and pricks the edge of my hand. I sigh in relief, as I notice that the cut has made me feel like myself again. Strong, confident, and like Karofsky hasn't touched me at all. I smile as I take a large piece of glass from in my hand. I position it above my wrist and cut shallow perpendicularly to the blue vein going to my hand. It feels like such a relief, so I cut myself three more times, then clean the glass and tuck it in my medicine cabinet for future use. I clean my wounds and then wrap them in an ace bandage I found in the cabinet.

When I was cutting, I was relieving myself of pain as well as punishing myself for being a whore and cheating on Blaine. I cut two more times on my other wrist, taking the glass out of the cabinet and put a normal bandage on them, since they're more shallow.

After I get dressed in my pajamas, I hear my phone vibrate. It's Blaine, but I don't bother answering. I'm far too tired to deal with interrogations right now. I realize it's only 4:30 as I look at my phone, but don't really care as I fall into a dreamless sleep.

For the most part.