Carole had practically forced Kurt to go to school, she said that there was nothing he could do that the hospital and at least school would take his mind off of it. She drove him to school and almost pushed him out of the car where Kurt was greeted by stares and sneers. He thought that people had found out about his dad which was why he was being stared at but he was so wrong. He passed vulgar jocks who had their hands where their penis’ were and begin making a masturbating gesture. Two guys pretended to have gay sex while Kurt walked passed. He was confused and had no idea what was going on. He hadn’t been stared at like this since... that picture at Dalton. But there was no way that it could go round McKinley and if it did it would be so much worse. Dalton was accepting but McKinley was the complete opposite. Kurt got to his locker where there were disgusting words written in pink spray paint written on his locker. He was so hurt and so angry at whoever had done this. He opened the door to get out his books when at least twenty pictures fell out of his locker, nineteen of them had been drawn on. The only one that hadn’t was the one showing everything. The one that showed it was the picture from Dalton. His hands were shaking and his vision blurred, this couldn’t be happening, this really couldn’t. He heard people saying things and then someone calling his name, he went to turn round to walk away when he stumbled and fell to the ground and everything went black.

Blaine had called Kurt when he saw him at the locker, he had already been to the hospital and he wasn’t there. He saw Kurt fall and hit the ground, panicking as he ran to his side.
“Kurt!” He fell to his knees and picked the boy up in his arms. “Where’s the nurse?” He shouted at a girl. “Where?!” The girl pointed in the direction and Blaine ran with Kurt to find her. It wasn’t long before he found her, laying Kurt down on the little bed in there. He was pale and looked so small even though he was taller than Blaine, he looked tired and broken. He stroked his face and looked at the nurse. “What’s wrong with him? Is he okay?”
“Well from what you’ve told me about the past few months, he’s collapsed from stress, exhaustion and his body is tired. He’ll be okay. You just need to get him home and rested; a nice sleep is all he needs. But I think he should go to the hospital just in case.” The nurse told Blaine.
“I’ll take him home; if he’s no better tomorrow then I’ll take him to the hospital. He’ll hate me for it but he needs to rest.” Blaine smiled a little at how Kurt would get annoyed for staying in bed all day. He scooped him up in his arms and carried him to his car, the corridors now empty. He lay Kurt down in the back seat, making sure he was safe and comfortable before climbing in the front and driving. He just wanted to make everything better; Kurt needed a better life, maybe without him. He wasn’t sure if he was the best thing for Kurt right now, and if he wanted rid of Blaine then he would walk away. When he reached the Hummel-Hudson household, he took Kurt inside (using Kurt’s keys since Carole was at the hospital) and up the stairs to his bed. He knew how Kurt felt about seeing him without a shirt, trousers or clothes so he left him as he was. He made sure that Kurt was tucked in and comfortable before lying down beside him and stroking his hair, watching his boyfriends chest rise and fall slowly.
“I love you, please be okay. I want to make everything better for you so badly, how about when this is all over we go away somewhere? But we can only do that if you, us and your dad make it through okay. I am so sorry for my part in this; I will get revenge on Oliver for you. He will not get away with doing this to you. You don’t deserve it; all you did was love me. Come on Kurt, be okay.” He was ever so gentle with Kurt because he knew how fragile he was.

“Now, I know you are all aware of the situation with Kurt, the pictures, Karofsky and his dad. So we all need to be sensitive and look out for him. But not all of you are aware of what happened earlier this morning, Kurt came in and saw... words written on his locker and the pictures that everyone had sent out and the bullying. He collapsed. Kurt collapsed.” Mr. Schuester told the choir group, they became turning to get each other and whispering things.
“Is he okay?” Puck asked, being the concerned and caring friend that he was.
“His friend from Dalton has taken him home, they say he collapsed from stress and exhaustion. I wouldn’t blame the kid. We need to talk to some of you actually in regards to what happened yesterday with the cupboard in the classroom. Rachel, Finn, Puck, come with me to see Principal Figgins.” Mr. Schue led the kids out of the room and to the office.
“Poor Kurt, I don’t know how he’s dealing with all this. If I were him I’d move to another country. I wouldn’t be able to stay here with all this.” Artie said, wheeling round to the look at the others better.
“Am I the only one who thought that picture of Kurt was kinda hot? Not the sleeping part, I mean his body and junk. I’d tap that.” Santana grinned, getting awkward looks from Brittany.
“Santana how can you be so insensitive? Kurt has an almost dead dad, was locked in a cupboard for six hours, shoved about, bullied and have someone sneak into his room at Dalton, strip him and take a photo. How would you feel?” Quinn snapped.
“Actually I’d be flattered that I’d have all this attention and that guys are wasting this much time over me.” Santana shrugged.
“You’re such a bitch.” Brittany said, standing up and walking out. Santana was stunned at her best friend and chased after her.