Kurt was just walking down the hallway to get something from his locker when he felt a sharp hit to his left side making him fall hard into the lockers beside him. He looked up and saw Karofsky walking away laughing. Kurt swore to himself. If he hadn't been thinking about his dream boy then he would have noticed the bigger boy and avoided him. Kurt ignored the stares of those around him and rubbed his arm as he continued to his locker.

As he opened the locker to retrieve his books for the next lesson a piece of paper fluttered out. Sighing Kurt bent down and picked the slip of paper up. He froze at what he saw, in neat scrawling handwriting was written a single word. Courage. Kurt, smiled as he looked down at the paper. courage, that was what he had somewhere deep down inside him, just like his mother. And as he thought about her and Blaine his resolve strengthened and he knew what he had to do. It was a split second decision made halfway through running down the hall.

"Hey!" He shouted running in the direction Karofsky had went.
He saw David's form walk into the locker room.

"Hey I was talking to you?"

"Girls locker rooms next door." David answered without turning around. All Kurt's anger just seemed to be flooding out of him. All that anger from being beaten and locked in cupboards was finally finding it's release.

"What is your problem?"

"Scuse me?" David said turning around to face him.

"What are you scared of?"

"Besides you creeping in here to stare at my junk."
"Oh,every straight guys nightmare. That all us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you. Well guess what hamhock you're not my type. "

"That right?" David said taking a step closer to him.

"Yes. I don't date chubby boys who seat to much and are who'll be bold by the time they're thirty."

David raised his fist but Kurt was not afraid anymore, he had found his courage.

"Don't push my Hummel."

"You going to hit me, then hit me. Do it , because it's not going to change who I am.

You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you."

""Get out of my face." David shouted.

"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinary ordinary you are."

Lips crashed to Kurt's. A hand held him firmly on the side of his neck. Kurt's brain quickly registered what was happening but he still didn't understand it. David Karofsky was kissing him. It was hard and forceful and just felt so completely wrong that Kurt's stomach clenched as if he were about to expel his lunch. Kurt kept his eyes open as David's lips continued to move against his. It probably did not last long but It felt like it.

Kaorfsky is gay. A small ice in his head whispered.

There was a lost look in David's eyes as he pulled back. But it was quickly replaced by something desperate and hungry as he moved towards Kurt again/ Kurt instinctively pushed him away with all his strength stumbling back as he did so He lifted his hand to his lips, still feeling the harsh kiss there.

David stared at him for a moment and then let out a frustrated growl and hit the locker next to him before walking away. Kurt could do nothing but stand there in shock and feel the start of tears running down his cheeks.

Kurt didn't think he could manage to go to his other lessons. He just couldn't get control of his emotions. He was scared to think about what Karofsky might be capable of after the desperation of that kiss. He felt used and angry and as if all that courage he thought he had was gone. After a indeterminable amount of time he decided what to do. He kept his eyes down as he headed out of the school and drove himself home.

Kurt flung himself on his bed and let himself cry openly.
He sat up in shock when he heard a knock on his door. He was surprised to see his dad peaking though the door. Burt sighed as Kurt sat up and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I got a call from Finn telling me he saw you rushing out the parking lot. What's going on?"

Burt asked as he sat on Kurt's bed.

"I'm sorry Dad, bad day with the bullies."
Burt sighed and looked down at his hand.

"This is more than just name calling, isn't it?"

Kurt couldn't tell his dad that he had been kissed and had burst out crying and run away. That was just too much, to embarrassing. Besides, it kind of felt like it should be a secret.

"Dad, they.. they knock me into the lockers. And.. and sometimes they lock me in the cupboards."

The passing look of devastation over his fathers face was exactly what he had been hoping to avoid.

"I'm going to talk to the teachers tomorrow." Was all that Burt said.

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When Kurt woke it was not to the usual feeling of comfort or lazy horniness. Instead there was a feeling of threat and anger. Kurt sat up worried, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw his familiar visitor. For a second he was worried that he had been visited by a more threatening character.

" Blaine?" Kurt asked staring at the tense figure, even his eyes seemed darker and his wings were at full stretch seeming to fill Kurt's room.

"I want to kill him."

The shiver that went down Kurt's spine was not due to excitement. For the first time the creature known as Blaine seemed threatening. Kurt had the feeling that the creature was capable of harming somebody.

Kurt jumped up and walked halfway across the room but he didn't want to get any closer at just that moment. For the first time Blaine really did look like a demon.

"No, he's confused. He kissed me Blaine."

Blaine's eyes hardened even more as he scowled.

"No, look don't get jealous or anything. It's not like I asked for it."

"He forced himself on you."

"Just listen for a second. No I did not like it, no I am not going to forgive him, no I don't agree with his actions in any situation. Yes he is a neandathral ass. But, hes a guy who keeps making homophobic remarks to me and yet he kissed me. Maybe he's confused, maybe he's in the closet." Kurt felt his voice die down, he couldn't believe that he was arguing for Karofsky. "Maybe all the time he calls me a freak he's really calling himself a freak."

Blaine stayed staring at him for a long minute then he let out a long sigh and started walking back and forth. Kurt sat down on the bed and waited for Blaine to say something. He could see the tension and anger leaving him and finally with one last sigh Blaine's shoulders (and wings) slumped.

"I'm sorry. I'm angry that anybody would touch you like that, I'm angry that anybody wold say or do anything to hurt you."

Kurt nodded.

"I can see that."

"But, if you don't want me t retaliate then I can't."
Blaine sat down next to him.

"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked reaching over to hold his hand.

"Not so good." Kurt admitted. The feelings from earlier in the day, the feeling of fear ans shock came back to him in one big rush and he felt tears running down his cheek.
Blaine sadly wiped the tears from Kurt's cheek.

"Just make me feel better." Kurt begged.

Blaine seemed to know how to do just that. His kiss that started off soft and reassuring and gentle turned lasted untill Kurt had to pull away for breath, a problem Blaine did not seem to have. With every touch of his lips Kurt felt as if Blaine was erasing the pain of the day. The hate and desperation and fear behind Karofsky's kiss was replaced with the tenderness and perhaps love.

Blaine's lips sucked on Kurt's neck, finding a little point where his collar bone started that made Kurt let out a groan because it just felt so good. Lady Gaga, he had never been this hard. Blaine's eyes were dark as he glanced up and kissed Kurt briefly as he pushed Kurt back into a lying position and started placing wet opened mouthed kisses down Kurt's chest. Kurt could hear the moans that he was letting out but he had no control over them.

"God Blaine."

"Kurt." Was Blaine's only response as he grazed his teeth over Kurt's nipples.

Kurt's hands grasped at his bed sheets just looking for something as tingles ran through his body and his back arched off his bed.

"You're so perfect." Blaine said with a little lick just below his bellybutton.

Kurt was very aware that Blaine's face was right next to his rock hard dick. He wished he could be bothered by it, he knew he should be seeing that he had never even talked about sex with anybody before. When he touched himself it felt awkward, but for some reason this didn't feel awkward at all. This felt natural.

Blaine's hands briefly danced along the elastic of his pants. Then with a long let out sigh Blaine flopped down on the bed next to Kurt.

Kurt looked across at him.

"Hey." He said breathlessly.

Blaine smiled at him and ran his fingers over his lips.

"You look so beautiful. So flushed and bright and alive."

"You're beautiful too" Kurt said.

"Is this moving to fast?"

"Is his night number seven or eight?"

"Eight."

"Good, well if it were seven it would be to early. This is just the right timing for unknown impossible creatures who creep into the room at night."

Blaine laughed and kissed him again.