"Mrs. Collins, Kurt is here." the nurse stated after she had opened the door.

"Oh good, send him in please." Amanda called out from where she sat behind her desk.

Kurt quickly schooled his face into an expressionless mask as he entered and took a seat in the chair in front of the desk. He noticed it wasn't soft and comfy, but hard and solid, like every other chair in her past offices. He had soon realized after meeting Amanda that therapy sessions weren't like the movies at all. It wasn't comfortable and peaceful where you could relax and talk about your problems. To simply put it, it was nothing but stress and hurt as the woman made him talk about horrible and awful things he had locked away for a reason.

"Its good to see you again, Kurt." Amanda said, not even looking up at him as she went through a few papers in a file that was sitting in front of her.

Kurt watched her, noticing a lot of the papers had his name on them, but he didn't reply to her greeting since he knew she was probably only half listening anyways. He gripped the arms of the chair when he sat down, wishing he could seep through the floor and land in the dining hall where he was sure Blaine was. Wait…why was he thinking about Blaine all of a sudden?

"Your father told me that you've been neglecting to eat lately, you know that worries him don't you?" Amanda said, still not even looking at the teen sitting across from her.

Kurt's face paled even more if it was possible before he opened his mouth. "I just forget to.." It was the truth. Usually when he got caught up in a sketch or painting nothing could pull him from it until he was finished. It wasn't like he was neglecting to eat on purpose. Was he really worrying his dad that much for him to have told Amanda?

"Well, we need to work on that okay?" Amanda said with a big smile, she quickly sorted out a few more papers before grabbing a pen to scribble something down.

Kurt watched as her thick rimmed glasses fell down her small nose. How the woman could be seen in public with the things she wore he would never know. He never knew anyone who thought pink and lime went together, but apparently whoever made the shirt she was wearing did. The woman finally looked at him then, reaching up and pushing her glasses up her nose.

"How have you been feeling lately?" Amanda began, watching the teen's pale face closely. "Sleeping better?" she asked, knowing that he had been having problems with it the past few weeks.

Just great! I've had some monster chasing me down almost every night. "Fine." Kurt muttered. No way was he going to tell her more than what she could squeeze out of him.

"That's good!" Amanda exclaimed happily, looking down and writing something down, missing the look of annoyance the teen sent her way. "Do you have anything specific that you would like to talk about today?" she asked hopefully, looking up at Kurt when she spoke.

Kurt shook his head quickly, lowering his head to look at his lap. Why couldn't he just be left alone? He didn't need to talk about the stuff that had happened for the last four years, or his whole life since she deemed it necessary to throw in his mother and father in some sessions. He heard the soft sigh from the woman but didn't look up as yet again he heard her stupid pen scratching against paper.

"Well how about we start today by going over how you like Dalton so far?" Amanda asked quietly. "Are the other boys being nice?"

Kurt nodded, still not looking up. He smiled slightly as he thought about Blaine, Jeff and the others. It had been so long since he had had actual friends, the last ones leaving him after he had been pulled out of school when he was eight after his mother had passed. When he went back he had to start the same grade all over again and all of his old friends were a grade ahead of him. He hadn't thought it worth it to try and make new ones.

"Do you feel as though any of them will hurt you?" Amanda asked.

The thought of Blaine or the others hurting him pulled at his heart. They hadn't shown one sign of abuse that the jocks or Karofsky had ever displayed. Well there was Jeff, but he was beginning that the blond was just like that, he had even apologized the next morning! His cheeks flushed with anger as he looked up at the woman. "No!" he blurted out, startling the woman.

"Kurt, its alright, you can tell me if someone is hurting or giving you a hard time." Amanda said, taking the rushed no as a sign of something that Kurt wasn't telling her like he had done with Karofsky.

"No one here is doing that!" Kurt insisted quickly in a strained voice. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at her.

Amanda sighed as Kurt fell silent again. She glanced over him, noticing the purple blotch on his pale arm. "Kurt, where did you get that big bruise?" she asked.

Kurt looked down at his arm when Amanda asked, blinking slightly as he tried to remember. "It's from opening the window in my room." Kurt replied quietly once he had found the memory.

"Window?" Amanda asked surprised. She began to get worried as thoughts flitted through her mind. "Kurt, why are you opening your window, doesn't the dorm rooms have air-condition?" she asked.

Kurt gave her a confused look. Why should it matter if he was opening his window or not? "Yes." he replied, watching the woman closely.

"Kurt, I really didn't want to start this discussion until next week but.." Amanda began, sighing softly as she pulled out a few more papers from the file she had been looking through earlier. "Have you been thinking about harming yourself, or maybe jumping from the window?" she asked gently.

Kurt's jaw actually dropped. "No!" He exclaimed, unfolding his arms and placing his hands in his laps where they clenched into fists.

"I'm not angry, or upset with you if you have these feelings, but we need to talk about it so you know its not the only choice you have." Amanda said quickly.

"But I haven't, I swear!" Kurt protested. "I just like the fresh air!" he cried out, getting very upset that the woman even thought he was contemplating suicide.

"Kurt, are you sure that the thought hasn't ever cross your mind, come on lets talk about this like adults." Amanda pushed gently, trying to get Kurt to calm down.

"It. NEVER. Has." Kurt said through clenched teeth. He tried to control the anger pooling in his belly but it was getting harder when Amanda kept pushing.

Amanda eyed Kurt for a moment before huffing and turning in her chair, causing it to squeak loudly as she bent down to pull something from the bottom drawer of the file cabinet. She straightened up again once she had found what she wanted and placed the pamphlets and packets on the desk in front of Kurt. "These are for you, they should help you out." she said with a bright smile.

Kurt leaned forward to pick up a thick packet of papers. When Life Gets You Down, was the name of it. He swallowed quickly and looked over the smaller pamphlets that had similar titles . Was this woman crazy? He didn't need these! He picked them up and placed them in his lap. He would throw them away later when she wasn't looking.

Amanda silently cheered to herself when the teen actually took them before pulling the drawer on the left side of desk out. She pulled out a thick, hard cover journal and placed it in the spot where the other papers had been placed. "If you could write in this for me every night before you sleep." she began, watching Kurt's shoulders tense. "You don't have to write a lot, just how your day was, or how you're feeling at the moment." she continued, flicking a strand of hair from her eyes. "You'll bring it with you every Sunday so we can go through it together." she said cheerfully, leaning back in her chair.

Kurt slowly picked up the journal, giving it a look of disdain before placing it on his lap with the other papers. He looked up at the woman as she began to talk again, going on about some kind of lifesaving nonsense that he could really care less about. It went on like this for about another two hours with her spouting that Kurt was a beautiful, wonderful person who had never deserved what had happened to him and that now he could rebuild his strength and become himself again. He mostly just nodded at the moments when she paused, tuning out what she was actually saying. It was always the same thing each time, so why should he concentrate when he could be thinking of better things like what he was going to get for dinner and where he was going to sit at the table. Maybe he could sit by Blaine now since the senior seemed to like to talk to him for some reason. Wait…was he thinking about Blaine again?

"Kurt?" Amanda asked when she had noticed how flushed the teen's cheeks looked. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked.

Kurt nodded quickly before fingering the cover of the journal sitting in his lap. He heard the therapist sigh before the chair groaned underneath her as she shifted in her seat. 'Well I think that will be all for today, I don't want to overload you when you are trying to get used to your new school." she stated, looking down at her watch. "We'll meet here at the same time next Sunday, alright?" she asked, smiling when Kurt actually looked up at her.

"Yes Ma'am." Kurt whispered before standing and walking out of the back office as quickly as he could, the paper and journals in his arms. He walked out of the nurses office and down the corridor. He finally slowed down once he stepped onto the sidewalk outside of the main building. The wind pushed past him causing him to take a deep calming breath. That woman! How could she even think he had done that! Why would he ever attempt such a thing whenever he knew it would leave his father all alone in the world? Well if he was being honest with himself, his father really wasn't alone anymore. He had Carole and a new son with him. He felt his stomach drop at the thought and he sighed. Did his dad place him here so he wouldn't have to bother with him anymore? Was he too much to deal with? That didn't make sense since he had to actually beg to be placed in Dalton. But…what if he liked Finn better than him now? Finn liked football and he liked to talk…a lot. Maybe he just wasn't good enough anymore.

Kurt blinked back a few tears and shook his head stubbornly as he made his way down the sidewalk. No he wouldn't think about it right now, especially since there were other boy's walking along the sidewalks. A loud yell from behind him caught his attention causing him to quicken his pace once more. He heard something slapping the concrete before a few more shouts and hollers.

Nick yawned as he walked with Jeff towards the main building. "I don't understand why Wes has to have warbler meetings so early." he grumbled, smiling when Jeff squeezed his hand gently.

"You know how Wes is, he probably does it on purpose just to piss David off." Jeff said with a chuckle. He looked in front of him again when he heard a commotion. "Ugh, they are playing basketball on the sidewalks again." he groaned. "How many times do they have to be told off?" he asked, perking up as he saw a familiar figure walking towards them. "Kurt!" he yelled out, waving when the junior stopped to look at them.

Kurt smiled at Jeff and Nick, shuffling his journal papers into one arm to wave back at the energetic blond. He blinked when a basket ball grazed his arm slightly. He began to turn to see who had thrown it but he didn't get to see as he was mowed over by a red blur. He cried out when his palms skidded against the cement of the sidewalk as he tried to keep from falling head first. A heavy weight pressed against him causing him to go limp underneath it.

"KURT!" Nick and Jeff called out, running towards the group that had gathered around the two fallen teens.

"What the hell were you thinking!" Jeff snapped, pushing a path through the sweaty teens.

Nick began to push people away from Kurt and the other body, his head snapping to Kurt when the fallen boy began to whimper.

It hurt so much…the other wouldn't stop. A big sweaty hand stifled his screams and pleas as a heavy body kept him pinned to the floor of the janitor's closet. Continuous tears streamed down his face as he whimpered, trying so hard to think of being somewhere else other than where he was right now.

"Fuck Kurt, you feel so good." Karofsky grunted as he pushed into the thin body beneath him. He heard the loud whimper and chuckled darkly. "You like this don't you, you little slut." he whispered in Kurt's ear before biting down on the teen's frail shoulder. Another moan of pain came from behind his hand and he laughed, thrusting even harder.

Why was he doing this? Why couldn't he just leave him alone? He calls him disgusting and stupid in front of everyone else, but yet he does…this…whenever he can catch him alone. He screamed against the hand, begging for something to stop the football player, but nothing ever comes. 'Please stop…please it hurts so much, I'll do anything, just stop!' he thought desperately. He heard another moan of pleasure and continued to sob as the others free hand grabbed him in the place it never should have.

"Dude, I'm sorry, I thought you heard me when I said watch out." the teen above him said, shifting his weight slightly as he tried to move. He was surprised when the boy beneath him screamed out as if he had forced his hand into a fire.

"Stop! GET OFF OF ME! PLEASE STOP!" Kurt sobbed, trying to crawl away on his bloody palms. "PLEASE" he begged again. Everyone stared at Kurt as if he had gone mad.

"Get off of him you idiot!" Nick cried out, trying to push the taller boy off of Kurt. Jeff helped out by actually grabbing the other by the back of his shirt and throwing him on the grass next to the sidewalk. Nick knelt down beside Kurt, trying to figure out why he was screaming and pleading so much. "Kurt!" he whispered, touching the small shoulder, surprised when Kurt jerked away from him.

"Please stop, I-I'll do anything I swear!" Kurt pleaded, still trying to crawl away. A familiar voice began to call his name and he noticed it wasn't the deep snappy voice of Karofsky.

"Kurt! Please, I'm not going to hurt you!" Nick called out, reaching out to grab the thin arm closest to him. He felt it tense but was relieved when he wasn't screamed at or pushed away. "Kurt, its me." he whispered softly, slowly helping him stand up. He frowned when he saw how bloody Kurt's palms and knees were.

"Nick?" Kurt asked in a scratchy voice, blinking his eyes to clear his teary vision. He looked around at the crowd staring at him. "I…"

"Its okay, these idiots shouldn't have been playing basket ball on the fucking sidewalk!" Nick yelled at the others. "I'm telling your prefects." he snapped before looking at Kurt who was looking at the ground. "Jeff, can you get Kurt's things?" Nick asked as he began to gently push Kurt towards their dorm building.

"Yup!" Jeff called out before bending down to pick up the papers that had flown all over the place. He blinked as he read a few of the titles. He paled before quickly following after the other two. Was Kurt…thinking of suicide? This wasn't good! He watched as the junior limped inside the building and frowned.

"Nick…I'm so sorry I can.." Kurt whispered, wincing when the cold air hit the scrapes on his knees.

"Its okay Kurt, I don't mind." Nick said, leading Kurt into the kitchen. He bit his lip before looking over his shoulder. "Jeff, can you help him up on the counter?" he asked hopefully, letting go of Kurt's arm before going to the other end of the kitchen.

Jeff put Kurt's pile of papers and the journal on the counter before walking up to Kurt with a smile. "Up you go." he said as he picked Kurt up easily, too easily, and sat him on the counter. It was like he weighed sixty pounds. He looked over Kurt worriedly before Nick shooed him away, a first aid kit in his hands.

"Y-You really don't have to do this." Kurt whispered, his hands shaking violently as he tried to calm down.

"Kurt, this is what friends do." Nick stated, rolling up the sleeves of his jacket before opening the first aid kit. "Don't worry about it." he added, pulling out some cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide.

"I can't believe those idiots." Jeff huffed, hopping on the counter next to Kurt. He watched as Kurt winced when Nick wiped off the excess blood on his hands and knees with a rag. "I can't wait till Wes and the other prefects get a hold of their ass." he grumbled, biting his bottom lip when Kurt hissed from the peroxide.

"Y-You shouldn't tell on them, it was probably an accident, I don't want anyone getting in trouble because of me…" Kurt whispered, closing his eyes as the cotton ball pressed against the cuts over his palms. He reopened them when it went away, seeing Nick's pale arms. His brows furrowed when he saw the long scars across the creamy flesh. Now that he thought about it, Nick had never been without a jacket whenever he had seen him.

Jeff followed Kurt's gaze and felt himself tense. He really liked Kurt, but if he said something mean about Nick's scars he would have to do something. A few minuets later he was surprised when Kurt didn't say a thing about them. He didn't even give the normal pitying look Nick usually got when he didn't cover up his arms. He just looked curious and still a bit frazzled about earlier. Why had he been so freaked out earlier? It was just like the time he had tried to hug him…what was really wrong with Kurt? Was it abuse like Nick's father…or was it something else?

Nick noticed where Kurt kept looking and sighed as he pressed a bandage against his knee. "I used to be really messed up Kurt." Nick whispered softly. He hated the scars, and hardly ever showed his arms because of them. He had been so scared when Jeff had seen them for the first time. The blond had just smiled and held him tighter that night, telling him he didn't care what he looked like.

"I…I didn't mean to stare." Kurt said quickly, surprised when Nick laughed. "I know you can't help it, its kind of like a train wreck, you can't look away." he joked, closing the first-aid kit once he had placed bandages on all of Kurt's palms and knees.

Jeff was shocked. Nick never talked about his past to anyone. What was with Kurt that had his boyfriend talking? He looked between the two, trying to put two and two together. But all he got was more confusion when they exchanged small smiles.

"Are you alright?" Nick asked, looking over Kurt for more areas of skinned flesh.

"I'm fine. Thank you." Kurt said quietly, looking over at Jeff. "Both of you." he added before slipping from the counter. He winced as his knee's throbbed slightly. It had been a long time since someone besides himself had patched him up. "I…need to go." he stated before ducking his head and limping out of the kitchen after picking up his things.

Nick watched him go with a sad expression. He was now almost one hundred percent sure Kurt was the person that Karofsky had raped. The realization made him close his eyes and lean against the counter as a feeling of dread overtook him. He felt Jeff's long arms wrap around him as soft lips pressed against the back of his neck.

"We need to talk." Jeff whispered, turning his boyfriend around to show him the pamphlet he had stolen from Kurt's pile.

Nick's eyes widened as he looked over it. "Suicide?" he whispered, looking up at Jeff with watery eyes.