It was kind of weird that Mercedes pulled Blaine away like that. In fact it was rather strange. But it’s whatever I’m sure she just wanted to talk to him privately.

I continued pulling books out of my locker and replacing them with others.

I had just finished packing up when I was forcefully grabbed and thrown into the row of lockers on the other side of the hall by none other than Dave Karofsky.

I let out a hissing noise as my face collided with the hard metal and a lock dug sharply into my side.

I hit the ground and watched the people clear out of the hallway. Typically they’d flock around a fight, but they knew that when it came to Karofsky torturing me that it was best in everyone’s’ interest to stay away.

He kicked my stomach and I coughed up blood. Probably not a good thing. My ribs hurt so badly and I was finding it hard to breathe.

“You’re pathetic.” He laughed coldly. “You’re a pathetic little fag, and Anderson’s no better than you are. He may not walk around here looking like a twink like you, but he’s no better. You both are disgusting.” He said punctuating his statement by spitting on me.

“Oh and you’re better than us? I know what you are Karofsky. Remember, I was there.” I said snarkily.

I knew I shouldn’t talk back, but I couldn’t help it. He was insulting Blaine, my Blaine. And I was going to protect him.

I stood up my head spinning and got in Karofsky’s face. “You’re going to watch your mouth. I know you’re gay Karofsky. And you know that I know. You can treat me or my boyfriend like this and expect me to keep your little secret.” I threatened.

“I told you if you tell anyone I’ll fucking kill you.” He said raising his voice and pushing me back to the ground. “Look at you, you’re weak and pathetic. Anderson doesn’t love you. Who would ever love you? You’re a fat, ugly, fag. And no one will ever love you. You’ll always be alone and unhappy and when you’re all washed up you’ll come crawling to me. You won’t even care if I treat you like shit, because that’s all that you are and you know it.” Karofsky said coldly stepping on me crushing my rib cage with his foot.

“B-Blaine loves me.” I cried.

“No he doesn’t. No one will ever love you.” He laughed.

Karofsky knelt down next to me; he grabbed my face in his hand and pulled me up to look at him. “One day you’ll come crawling to me.” He laughed bitterly before kissing me and slamming my head into the hard ground beneath them.

Karofsky stood and walk away leaving a bruised and beaten Kurt on the floor.

So much pain.

I was having difficulty breathing and my head was spinning, I tried sitting up but I couldn’t.

And that’s when everything went black.