…Kurt ran back down the hallway to the now empty choir room hoping it wouldn’t already be locked up.

Luckily it wasn’t and he walked over to where he was sitting and grabbed his bag.

He couldn’t help but think about how lovely today had been and how kind and supportive his friends were. Everyone always said that glee club was like a family and now Kurt truly got what that meant. They were there for him and he wasn’t going to let them down. Not again.

He was going to be strong and get better.

He’d accept help and when he overcomes it all he will be a stronger and better person because of it.

He was lost in his thoughts as he heard the choir room door close.

“Oh hey sweetie. I told you, you could just wait by the car. I just needed to grab my-” Kurt stopped speaking when he turned around and saw that it wasn’t Blaine standing there.

Kurt gasped and back up as the Neanderthal in the lettermen jacked approached him. He clutched his bag to his chest as if that would protect him from this maniac.

“Karofsky.” Kurt said silently in his state of shock.

“What did I fucking tell you!” Karofsky raised his voice as he came closer and closer to a now terrified Kurt.

“I told you not to fucking tell anyone! And now you’re going to get it!” He yelled grabbing Kurt by the throat and throwing him to the ground.

“Please don’t.” Kurt begged from the ground looking up at the jock that was now towering over him.

“No, you don’t get another chance. Because of you people are going to know what happened. I told you not to tell.” Karofsky said as he ruthlessly punched Kurt repeatedly.

“I-I’m s-sorry.” Kurt said in a high-pitched whine.”

“It’s too late faggot. It’s too late to apologize and it’s too late for you. I told you I’d kill you if you told. And what did you do?” He stammered as he sat now on top of Kurt punching him.

“I-I told.” Kurt answered him wincing from the many blows to his abdomen.

“I know you did, and I now I have to kill you.” Karofsky smirked as he pulled a knife out of his back pocket.

“So I hear you like to cut yourself? Let me know how this feels.” Karofsky said tracing the knife along his neck leaving a trail of blood. The cut wasn’t deep enough to do damage, it was more so like Karofsky was just playing.

Karofsky returned to punching him but stopped when he noticed Kurt’s lip bleeding. He rubbed his finger over the bloody lips and then bent down and kissed him.

Kurt struggled underneath him, already weak and worn out from his beating but somehow had the strength to push him off.

Karofsky stumbled backwards when Kurt pushed him.

“How dare you push me off of you. You just wanna make this hard don’t you. Here I thought a little fag like you would wanna be kissed, you surely do enough of that with your faggy boyfriend-” Karofsky started but was cut off by Kurt.

“Leave Blaine out of this. I don’t care what you do to me, but you leave him out of this.” Kurt said trying to protect the only person he truly loved in this awful awful world.

“Oh so you wouldn’t care if I did this?” Karofsky asked as he slammed the knife into Kurt’s abdomen.

Kurt winced at the pain rushing through him. He clutched his stomach only to find a gashing hole and blood all over his shirt.

Karofsky took the knife once again in his hand and dangled it in front of his face.

“Let me fuck you, and maybe I won’t slit your throat.” He bargained.

“Never. I would never let you touch me like that. You are disgusting and an awful person and I am in a happy committed relationship. I would never do that to Blaine.” Kurt said offended that Karofsky would even offer such a thing.

But he wasn’t offering .

He meant it.

And he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

He pushed down Kurt’s pants and boxers and turned him over.

Kurt struggled to fight back but was already weak from the blood pouring out of his torso.

Before he knew it Karofsky was slamming his cock into his ass.

He didn’t even bother opening him up or going slowly he just fucked him raw and after he came he turned Kurt over, called him a fag and spit on him.

Karofsky took the knife once again to his throat.

“Since you refused I might have to slit your throat anyway.” Karofsky said now tracing the knife lightly over the skin on his neck.

“No please don’t. You had your way with me, please don’t kill me.” Kurt pleaded. He was now shaking while he sobbed but the soreness made him cry out more.

“Then you’d go off and tell everyone. And we can’t have that now can we?” Karofsky asked before slashing the knife against Kurt’s throat not letting him answer.

Karofsky heard two voices approaching and panicked and fled the scene. Dripping blood down the hallway after him.

“Hey Finn wait up!” Blaine yelled as he saw the football player heading back into the building.

“Hey Blaine, I think I dropped my phone in the choir room, I’m gonna go look for it.” Finn answered.

“Okay, I’m going to go with you. Kurt went back to retrieve his bag but that was like ten minutes ago and he hasn’t come back yet.” Blaine said nervously.

“Blaine!” Finn said frantically.

“What?” Blaine asked confused. Until his eyes fell upon what had fine so worked up.

It looked like pools of blood and bloody footprints.

“What the hell?” Blaine questioned as he chased after Finn who was now running at this point.

They turned the hallway following where the footprints seemed to be coming from.

The footprints led up the choir room.

Blaine’s heart sunk as he opened the door.

Nothing could have ever prepared him for the sight before him.

He boyfriend battered and bruised, drenched in blood, lying motionlessly on the floor.

“Finn call 911.” Blaine said as he ran over to see if he could still find Kurt’s pulse.

“I can’t I told you I lost my phone.” Finn said worriedly as he two ran over to his step-brothers limp body.

“Shit, mine’s in the car.” Blaine mumbled.

“Help! Somebody help!” Blaine yelled as tears streamed down his face.

“I’ll go find help, you stay with him.”

With that Finn exited the room and left Blaine alone, holding the lifeless boy he loved in his arms.

Blaine let the tears fall as he held his boyfriend in his arms.

“B-blaine?” Kurt mumbled as blood spilled out of his mouth.

“Kurt! We’re going to get you help, please stay alive! I love you!” Blaine cried into his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I love you too.” Kurt whispered as his eyelids fell shut.