Slap!

Kurt stumbled backwards until he hit the end of the bed then fell down, clutching his slightly swolen cheek as he went. He looked up to face the man who hit him glaring right back at him.

"Look at you," He snarled. He yanked Kurt's hair up so that they were now face to face, ignoring Kurt's whimper. "Pathetic, worthless, little piece of shit. I don't know why the fuck I put up with you." He looked at Kurt's tear stained face one more time before spitting on his face then walking out the door but he just as he's about to leave he said,

"You better be naked and on your stomach when I get back or you'll regret it, big time, bitch." The door slammed shut and Kurt let out a heart wrenching sob. He cried for 20 minutes before doing as the man asked. He silently took off all his clothes and placed them in the hamper. He settled on top of the cool navy blue covers, his body shaking violently as he patiently waited for the mans return.

"How did I get myself in this mess?" Kurt wondered as he dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

5 Years earlier...

The first time Blaine had hit him and, boy, it wasn't the last.

Now, Kurt knew the rule; 'Once your partner hits you is the last you ever see of them. Pack you're stuff and Get. The. Fuck. Out.' but Kurt couldn't do that. It wasn't that he thought this was a one time thing like he normally would, it was because Blaine will always find him agian and the consquences are horrible. Every time Kurt tried to escape or hide from Blaine, he would always be captured and then punished. It was like Blaine had put a chip inside of him while he was sleeping or something and, well, Blaine did do that him. He told Kurt that before they got married he inserted a chip inside of Kurt so that he always knew where he was.

Kurt's punishments were nearly unmentionable. He would have his clothes taken away from him so that he had to stay in the house naked. He would be whipped. He would not be able to contact any of his family or friends for a long period of time, Kurt actually missed Finn's wedding because he was being punished for leaving the dishes out. Kurt would have slushie enama's. He would be forced into sex, which in Blaine's mind doesn't count as rape because he always forces Kurt to come.

But the worst punishment for Kurt was him not being able to work, and that was all the time. He would stay at home, cook, clean, do all the chores and most importantly takes care of Blaine's sexual needs.

And throughout all of that, Blaine was abusing Kurt mentally, emotionally and, of course, physically. He would rape Kurt. He would shout out hurtfull names. He would use guilt, fear, shame and intimadation to wear Kurt down and keep him under Blaine's thumb.

Burt, Carole, Finn, none of them knows about it, until Kurt finally reached out.

Present...

Kurt was out cold when Blaine came home and Blaine was beyond furious. He stalked his way to their bedroom and saw Kurt. He was completly naked and asleep. Blaine was just about to do something when a thought crossed his mind. "Punishment time, slut.".

Blaine quietly jumped downstairs and grabed a funnel and some slushie mixture then raced back upstairs where Kurt was still asleep. He straddled Kurt's lower thighs and grabed the funnel and jamed it right in Kurt's asshole. Kurt woke instantly knowning that he was already being punsished. Blaine quickly poured the slushie mixture down the funnel and into Kurt. Kurt screamed and the ice cold pain and tried to move but Blaine stopped him and shoved his face into the pillow he was once sleeping on with his free hand.

"This is what you get you little fucker!" Blaine spat. He moved the funnel around in Kurt, stretching him for what was about to happen next.

"I told you what to do and you think you can fucking disobey me!" Kurt wailed at the pain of the stretch and the slushie thats now melting inside of him.

"Time to show you who's the fucking boss around here!" Blaine ripped the funnel out of Kurt and shoved his fully erect, leaking cock into Kurt tiny, unprepared hole.

Kurt howled into the mattress as Blaine began to pound into him over and over and over again until Kurt felt another liquid type thing being squirted into him.

Kurt was a wreck. His face was red and covered with tears. His eyes were red and wet. His throat was raw. His ass was completly numb from being in so much pain. Blaine looked at Kurts damaged body before mearly shrugginh and collapsing on top of Kurt and falling fast asleep. Kurt wasn't going to sleep. He probably won't ever sleep for a good few weeks.

"Okay, he's asleep. Now all I have to do is get dressed, pack a bag and leave before Blaine wakes up." It was easier said than done because as soon as Kurt squeezed from under Blaine, his enitre body was filled with unbelievable pain.

He just managed to put on his pants before he collapsed from so much pain shooting through his body. "You need to do this, Kurt. Get back to dad, he'll help you." Kurt repeated this over and over in his head like a chant, while he was slowly making him way back up to his feet. Once he was standing up right, he managed to pack all his essentials up in one bag before fleeing.

He ran and ran and ran until he was far enough away for him to make sure that he could call before Blaine got to him. He took out his cell phone and saw it was on low charge.

"Fuck!" He screamed.

He quickly unlocked his password and looked for his dad's name. It was three in the morning, he only had one chance and he had to do it now, before Blaine woke up and tried to find him.

He pressed the call button.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

"Please, please, please." He pleaded with tears running down his face.

Ring...

Rin -

"Hello?" A gruff voice answered from the other end.

"Oh! Dad! Thank fucking God!" Kurt sobbed into the phone.

"Why are you calling me at... Three in the morning?! This better be good, kid." Burt warned.

"Dad, dad, dad," Kurt kept on sobbing.

"Hey, hey, hey, buddy what's wrong?"

"I -" The phone had died.

"No... NO, NO, FUCKING HELL!!!" Kurt smashed the dead phone on the ground and sat down sobbing uncontrollably.

"Wait... phone booth." Kurt muttered to himself and then sprinted to the nearest phone booth.

He shoved his way inside and then realised that... he had no money.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Kurt sreeched again.

He scaned the floor for lost quarters and found none. Hope was gone for Kurt and would never came back but lady luck was smiling down at him and he found, deep inside his ruined jean pocket was indeed, a shiny quarter with George Washington smiling at him, or at least thats what Kurt saw.

He slowly placed the quarter in the hole and dialed his father for the second time.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Rin-

"Kurt?!" A frantic voice called out to him.

"Dad?!"

"Kurt, what's wrong? Tell me now. I'll come and get you, just tell me what happened."

"Dad... Blaine... rape... sore... tired... 20... blocks... from... apart...ment..." Kurt breathed in between sobs.

"Okay, kid, I'm coming, just... hang on."

"Hurry..."

The line went dead.

"Now we play the waiting game." Kurt thought.

Luckily, Kurt never made it out of Lima, only his street. Blaine never wanted Kurt to go to New York and since Kurt hadn't met another gay it ment that Kurt couldn't be stolen from him.

Kurt was on the look out for any set of headlights. And when he did, god, I don't think there was a happier man on the planet. Kurt leaped up from where he was and all the pain was forgotten when he saw the car pull over.

All that excitement was vanished when he saw who it was though.

Blaine.

That bastered did all of this to him. All of this never would've happened if he hadn't been sent to Dalton as a spy or if he'd reached out sooner. God, if he could go back in time he would never gone within 100 meters of Dalton or Blaine's house but no, there he was looking angrier than ever.

He started stalking to where Kurt was.

Closer...

Closer...

Closer...

Kurt tried to hide himeself but it was useless, Blaine had put a chip in him. Simple as that and now, he would most likely be locked up in his house or better yet, they'll move to so that no one will find them. Just them.

Blaine was about ten feet from him and Kurt knew this was the end of his freedom.

Forever.

Until...

"Kurt?!" Burt cried out.

Blaine and Kurt both whipped their heads around towards the noise and there clear as day, was Burt Hummel. Standing there with his shotgun out, getting read to fire.

"Dad!" Kurt forgot that Blaine was there and made a beeline for his dad only to be stopped by Blaine's steel-like arms.

"Hey!" Burt saw Kurt trapped in Blaine arms and pointed the gun at his head. "You leave my son alone and fuck off before I blow you're fucking head off!"

Blaine looked at him and smirked. He pulled something from his back pocket.

A knife.

"Typical." Kurt snorted.

The two other men looked at Kurt with a pissed off expression but for different reasons of course.

"What the fuck you say, bitch?"

"Don't you fucking dare talk to my son like that!" Burt roared.

"Fuck off old sack."

"Don't call him that!" Kurt yelled.

"You're talking back to me?" Blaine wondered, pulling the knife up to Kurt's neck drawing a little bit of blood.

Kurt just whimpered and tried to move away from the blade that could end his life.

While Blaine was so interested in cutting Kurt he forgot that Burt had gun and was there with them. Burt aimed for the head then stopped. He thought about it, ending a persons life or justice?

Justice.

Bang!

"Ahhhh!" Blaine went down droping Kurt and the knife and useing his now free hands to clutch his bleeding leg.

Kurt ran to Burt not even looking twice at Blaine. Burt opened his arms as kurt was running to him. As soon as hey connetcted, Kurt fell into a fit of sobs.

"Shh, it's fine, I'm here. Nothing's going to hurt you."

Ohh, if that wer only true. It turns out the knife Blaine was holding at Kurt's neck was just a foot away, so while Burt and Kurt were hugging Blaine was aiming the knife at Burt's head.

3...

2...

1...

Blaine threw the knife just as Burt swung Kurt around in the air. It's like it happened in slow motion. Blaine threw the knife and it was getting closer and closer to Burt's head then all of a sudden, Kurt's back is in the way and that's where it was placed.

"Ahhhh!" Kurt screamed as the knife made contact with his back.

"Kurt!" Burt shouted.

Kurt went down and Burt went with him holding his son like he did when he was baby. Burt carefully took the knife out and called 911.

The following 30 minutes were the worst Burt has ever encountered. If Kurt died, Burt would have nothing. Sure he'd still have Carole and Finn but ut's not the same and never would be.

Thankfully, the ambulance arrived and both Kurt and Blaine were taken to the hospital. The police had also arrived and Burt to them everything. They couldn't do anything since neither Kurt or Blaine were there at the moment so Burt had to sit and wait.

When Burt arrived at the hospital, Kurt was already in a room and he was knocked out.

"W-What happened to him?" Burt asked the nurse in the room with him.

"Well, he's lost a lot of blood, aparently the knife nicked a vein and will be out for a while, I'm sorry." She said.

"Thank you."

Burt walked over to his sons sleeping body. He combed his fingers through Kurt's chestnut hair as he spoke.

"Don't worry about Blaine, kid. He'll be put away for this and won't ever bother us again... I love you, son."

The next day Kurt woke up and the police came by. They asked a few questions and Kurt answered most of them before pleading for his dad. After a few more minutes the finally left and it was just Kurt and Burt.

"Well..." Burt started.

"... yeah"

"You feeling alright, buddy?"

"Yeah, dad, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay then..."

The was an uncomfortable silence between the two.

"When did he start?" Burt asked.

"What?"

"When did he start?"

"Oh... um..." Kurt debated weather or not to tell his dad the truth.

"... 5 years ago." Kurt muttered.

"Jesus." Burt swore.

"Dad -"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Burt demanded.

"B-Because... he's really strong and controlling..." Kurt stammered.

"Is that why you wern't at your brother's wedding?"

Kurt gave a soft nod.

"What else did he do?"

"..."

"Kurt." Burt warned.

"... h-he..."

"Yes?"

"...h-he... chipped me..."

"W-What?"

"... h-he pl-placed a chip inside o-of me." Kurt stuttered.

"Why?" Burt asked.

"T-To know... where I was." He answered.

"Fuck." Burt swore once more.

After a few moments Kurt broke the slience.

"C-Can you get them t-to take it out?"

"Where is it?" Burt questioned.

"I-I... I don't know.

"... Don't worry we'll get it out soon." Burt reassured him.

"Thank you." Kurt thanked.

3 months later...

"Dad?"

"Yeah buddy?"

"Thank you... for everything." Kurt hugged his father tightly.

"I'm just doing my fatherly duties." Burt said as he hugged his son just as tight.

"Fatherly duties."