Kurt's POV:

I groan as my alarm clock blares loudly at 5:30 am on Monday morning. I get up to do my morning skin regime and dread going to school today. Just as Blaine said, he didn't leave my side yesterday, except when I had to get to bed. Luckily, I didn't have a nightmare last night, but I have enough nerves about school to feel a burning in my wrists and stomach. I need to cut. I walk into my bathroom and pull the shard of glass out of the trashcan Blaine threw it in. Because Blaine was watching me all weekend, I hadn't had time to cut at all, and now it's like my body is craving for me to open my flesh and let out all the pain.

I sit on the floor and place the glass against my wrist, applying slight pressure until I break skin and draw blood. I feel so much relief as I cut three more times on both my wrists. There's not much more room on my wrists because of my self-inflicted wounds from Saturday that still need healing. I pull up my shirt and slice through my stomach, tugging, pushing, and pulling to get the skin to open. I punish myself for letting Karofsky take advantage of me. I punish myself for being such a slut; it's my fault that Karofsky was tempted by me and my fault alone. And I punish myself for lying to Blaine about what happened.

As I go to pick out my outfit, I remember what Karofsky said about my clothes. They were also what tempted him. I frown, but choose an old t-shirt and pair of sweatpants from my dresser and slip them on to wear today. Then, I walk out to drive myself to school.

"What are you wearing?!" Mercedes asks me, wide-eyed, staring at my outfit.

"Clothes," I say, but it lacks my usual finesse and sarcasm. I close my locker, without saying bye to a frowning Mercedes as I head to my science class.

Blaine's POV: (Mini A/N: Eeek! My first POV out of Kurt! :D)

The first thing I do when I get to Glee club is look for Kurt. I smile when I see him sitting in his usual spot and then go over to Mr. Shue and ask if I can start off by singing a song. He happily lets me and I stand in front of the Glee club in the middle of the choir room. "Hey, guys," I say. "This song is for someone really close to me, and I want him to know that he can come to me for anything, and that he's the most perfect guy in the world. So, here goes." As I speak, I look directly at Kurt. I nod to Brad and he starts playing the song.

Made a wrong turn

Once or twice.

Dug my way out

Of blood and fire

Bad decisions,

That's alright

Welcome to my silly life.

I look to Kurt and see him staring up at me in awe and surprise. I guess he's still on that thing about me not wanting him. On the contrary, sometimes I want him so bad it hurts. I love Kurt so much, and it kills me to see him in pain. It kills me to see him hurt himself. I feel horrible for not noticing him cutting himself. I just can't get it out of my head that he was in so much pain, hurting himself made him feel better. I could have made him feel better.

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood,

Miss 'No-Way-It's-All-Good',

It didn't slow me down.

Mistaken, always second guessing,

Underestimated,

Look, I'm still around.

I stare at Kurt as I start the chorus, singing directly to him, letting him know that he is perfect.

Pretty, pretty please!

Don't you ever ever feel

Like you're less than

Less than perfect!

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever ever feel

Like you're nothing

You are perfect

To me.

I pull Kurt up from his seat as I sing the next lines and dance and spin him around the floor for the rest of the song. By the end of it, I see he has tears in his eyes. I pull him close for a hug. He grips me tightly as he cries into me, saying, "Thank you, Blaine. I needed that so much."

Then, I kiss him deeply.

Kurt's POV: (Sorry for all the changes.)

I felt like myself when Blaine sang to me, like Karofsky never happened and I was wearing my tight designer jeans again. Like I was free. But then it all changed when he kissed me.

Karofsky was back, and this time, he was more forcible than ever, pushing his tongue into my mouth from the start. I try to push away and I'm surprised when he actually lets go. I back up, feeling tears falling freely down my face. When I run into the wall of the choir room, I slump down to the ground, closing in on myself. I whimper slightly, trying to find a way out of the suffocating room.

And then suddenly, I'm back in the locker room. "Please, no. David, no!" I yell, trying to get him to stop sucking on my neck. He rips my jeans off and moves to suck on my cock. "DAVID, NO, STOP, PLEASE!" I scream, sobbing uncontrollably. "Please, don't," I say, quieter, as he starts fingering me roughly. "Stop."

"Kurt, stop," I then hear, and suddenly I'm not in the locker room anymore. I'm in the choir room again, and Blaine is crouching above me, looking terrified. All of the glee club is behind him. Most look terrified or concerned.

"Blaine!" I exclaim, throwing myself into his arms. I start crying into his shoulder and he rubs my back soothingly.

"Do you want to tell me what that was about, sweetie? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I suggest getting it off your chest," Blaine says, looking at me concerned.

I let out a shaky sigh, knowing I was going to have to tell Blaine. "K-Karofsky... he he, um... in t-the locker room, he k-kissed me," I say, not looking into his eyes and keeping my voice low, so Blaine's the only one that hears. "A-and then, h-he r-r-r...," I drop my voice even lower. "He raped me, Blaine." I was watching Blaine's expression go from confused to fearful, and finally to infuriated.

"I'LL KILL HIM, KURT! I'LL KILL HIM!" Blaine yells, getting up abruptly and startling all of the New Directions. I get up even faster than him and put my arms on his shoulders, stopping him from going out to the football field and attacking Karofsky right now.

"No, Blaine, please don't. You can't," I say, hoping Blaine doesn't ask too much questions.

Unfortunately, I never get what I hope for because then Blaine says, "Why?"

I sigh and then lean down to whisper in his ear. "Karofsky... he told me that if I told anyone he would kill me." I see Blaine's face contort with rage and he slams his fist down onto a desk next to him. I see fear and confusion in most of the glee clubbers' eyes, as none of them had ever seen Blaine get violent before.

"Ugh, I swear I will punch the shit out of that motherfucker if he ever lays a hand on you again," Blaine says. Then, he walks out of the choir room and I turn to face the glee club.