"What is you're problem with me?!"

"Excuse me?"

"What are you so scared of?"

"Nothing, it's what you should be scared of, homo."

"What?" Kurt adrenaline rush was over and fear now replaced that feeling his courage was now completly gone from his mind and body.

School was over and they were most likely the only ones in the school.

Or not.

Karofsky took a step closer, he was now directly infront of Kurt's face.

"'Z and I are sick and tired of you're faggy ass walking around acting like you own the place."

"Courage, remember what Blaine told you." Kurt thought aloud.

"Who's Blaine?" 

"Shit. Must've said that aloud." Kurt panicked.

"You're boyfriend?"

"Wouldn't you want to know." Kurt said confidently.

Karofsky punched Kurt in the nose and a sickening crack echoed through the walls. He grabbed Kurt's head and slammed it against the lockers. He kneed Kurt in the nose and shoved him all the way to the floor.

"Not so confident now are 'ya, fag."

Kurt just whimpered in pain and clutched his nose.

"'Yo 'Z!" Karofsky called out.

"Yeah?" Azimio stepped inside.

"Hold it down will you." Karofsky ordered.

Again, Kurt whimpered.

Azimio kicked Kurt's ribs hard enough for them to crack.

"Shut up you queer!" He kicked Kurt once more.

"No 'Z, I want to hear him." Karofsky said, smirking creepily at Kurt.

"Please." Kurt croaked.

"Yeah, that's right, beg for more." Karofsky sneered.

"... no."

"Dude, I thought we were just gonna beat the shit outta him, not rape him."

"That was the original plan but that has changed."

Azimio just shrugged and proceeded to hold Kurt's squriming body down.

"Just hold the little fucker down whil I do my thing." Karaofsky demeanded.

He looked into Kurt's pleading eyes and then started took undress him. Kurt started screaming and wriggling away but Azimio had a really string grip on him so it was useless. Karofsky ripped Kurt's shirt off and Kurt just lost it.

"Vous baisant des bâtards ! Vous faire sait combien que baisant les coûts de chemise ! Bien sûr ne vous faites pas vous les idiots ! J'espère que vous brûlez une mort très pénible, les connards!" Kurt roared.

("You fucking bastards! Do you know how much that fucking shirt costs! Of course you don't you morons! I hope you burn a very painful death, assholes!") 

"What the fuck is he saying?" Azimio asked.

"Probably his faggy language, just ignore it." Karofsky guessed.

"C'est français vous le cerveau abrutis morts!" Kurt yells.

("It's French you brain dead dickheads!")

"Okay, he's really starting to piss me off." Azimio snapped.

"Just ignore the fuckhead." Karofsky was now starting to drag his jeans down.

"Vous pensez que je suis le fuckhead? ! Juste quand j'ai pensé ne vous peut pas plus stupide ! A l'air de peut n'importe quoi arriver." Kurt screamed.

("You think I'm the fuckhead?! Just when I thought you couldn't stupider! Looks like anything can happen.")

Just when Kurt finished speaking the pants were all the way off along with his shoes and socks.

"Baise. Je regrette allant vraiment le commando aujourd'hui." Kurt muttered.

("Fuck. I really regret going commando today.")

"Wow, the fucking slut must've know this was going to happen. No underwear. Interesting."

Karofsky slowly draged his hand down Kurt's hairless chest and down towards his hips and finally resting on his groin. Kurt shuddered in disgust as he felt himself getting hard.

"Look at you, you want this don't you?" Karofsky pressed more firmly and Kurt couldn't help but let a shallow moan leave his lips.

"Dude, I'm gonna be sick. I gotta go." Azimio rushed out the room before the other jock could say anything.

"Now he's gone, we can have some fun of our own." He took Kurt into his mouth and reached a hand behind him.

"Non! Arrêt! S'il vous plaît!" Kurt wailed.

("No! Stop! Please!")

But Karofsky couldn't care less and fliped him over so that he was now on his stomach. He spread Kurt's legs as wide as they could go. Not wasting any time, he pulled his pants and boxers down and shoved himself into Kurt. His thrusts we brutal. Kurt was bleeding and screaming while Karofsky was moaning and enjoying Kurt's pain. Just as Karofsky was about to come, a German voice spoke from the door and Karofsk was ripped out of Kurt.

"Erhalten Sie das sich verpisst ihn Sie Ungeheuer!"

("Get the fuck off him you monster!") 

Karofsky was thrown to the gorund and a girl around 17-18 was hitting him repeatedly. She had long, dark brown hair that was pulled into a pony-tail and taned skin. Her shriking green/hazel eyes were locked fimly on Karofsky and her face was covered in little zits.

She was punching until she was certian he was had been knocked out.

"Sie bereiten sich besser für Leben in prision douch-Sack vor ‚Ursache, die ist, wo Sie für ein langes als Zeit bleiben werden, Mutter fucker."

("You better get ready for life in prision douch-bag 'cause that's where you'll be staying for a long as time, mother fucker.")   

Just as the coast was clear, Azimio came back in and saw Karofskys limp body. He looked at he girl who now had blood on her knuckles. He saw red. He charged at the girl and rammed her into the lockers behind, just like Karofsky did to Kurt's head earlier. She bounced off the lockers and fell at his feet.

"Sie sind gonna Sold für das, Weibchen." She hissed.

("You're gonna pay for that one, bitch.")

Azimio picked her up by her collar and threw her into Kurt. He howled in pain and started to crawl away.

"Traurig!" She apologized.

("Sorry!") 

She looked at Azimio and pulled out a pocket knife. She waved it infront of his face and pressed it sharply into the boys left shoulder. he cried put in pain and dropped to the floor.

"Sie ist besserer Lauf, wenn Sie Sie schätzen, rührendes, versauten Leben."

("You better run if you value you're pathetic, fucked up life.") 

He didn't understand but ran away anyway. The German girl looked at Kurt and pulled him to her lap, making sure that he was sitting on his thighs rather than his ass.

"Thank you." Kurt breathed out clutching on to her for dear life.

She just nodded and rocked him back and forth. She stopped to take out his phone and dialed 911. Soon the abulance came and took the two boys to the hospital. The girl stayed with Kurt during the drive there.

When he arrived he was rushed off somewhere and the girl tried to follow but got told off, so she waited in the waiting room where Burt was pacing. She took out a piece of paper and a pen from her pocket and wrote on it then gave it to Burt.

"Who are you and what is this?" Burt held the paper in the air.

"Bitte Herr, vergewissert sich, dass der Junge dies liest." She replied.

("Please sir, make sure that the boy reads this.")

"I'm sorry?"

She sighed. She found a un-used napkin and wrote on that with her pen.

Sir, I want you to give that note to the boy. Please.

Burt read it and looked back at her but she was already gone. Burt debated weather or not to give the note to Kurt and decided to give it to him anyway.

"Mr. Hummel?" A males voice said.

"Yes?" Burt replied.

"Dr. Shaye." Dr. Shaye introduced himself as Kurt's doctor.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Well, he has a broken nose, three broken ribs, slight internal bleeding and some damage to the boy's anus from a rape attack." The doctor looked at his files to make sure he got everything.

"So, he's gonna be okay?" Burt asked.

"Well, all the physical damage will heal in no time but..." Dr. Shaye trailed off.

"But?" Burt wondered.

"But Kurt will most likely suffer from self blame, sexually transmitted diseases and/or, suicide."

"O-Okay, thank you doc." The doctor walked away and Burt fell into a fit of tears.

He really wished someone was there but Carole and Finn were away for a month to see Carole's mother who would be passing away soon and they wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. Burt curled in on himself and sobbed quietly. He quickly fell asleep.

"Mr. Hummel?" Dr. Shaye shaked Burt softly as he woke.

"Yeah?" Burt sniffed.

"You can go see Kurt if you want to."

"Hell, yes." Burt bursted out of his chair and bolted to Kurt's room and saw his son, his little boy, looking so... little. The broken boy was still sleeping. His nose was now covered by a metal plate and around his eyes were a deep black, like ink had been splattered across his porcelain skin which now looked as white as paper.

"He's stable and will wake soon." Dr. Shaye said behind Burt.

"Thank you." The doctor walked out and Burt slowly made his way to his broken little boy. He grabbed his hand and waited. Wanting to be the first thing he sees when he wakes.

And soon enough, Kurt wakes. His glasz eyes were now filled with terror until he looked at his dad. His eyes soften but only slightly.

"Hey buddy, how 'ya feeling?"

"Sore." Kurt croaked.

"Well -"

"- Kurt!" A curly haired boy ran through cutting off Burt's sentance.

"Blaine." Kurt whispered.

"Are you alright?" Blaine asked.

"Just peachy." Kurt said sarcasticly.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry." Blaine put his head next to Kurt's hand.

"Ah-Hem!" Burt said loudly.

"Ahh!" Blaine jumped back and almost fell on the floor.

"And who are you?" Burt questioned.

"B-Blaine, sir." Blaine held out a shaking hand.

"Burt Hummel." Burt firmly shook Blaine hand.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Hummel."

"Burt, kid. You stay here and keep Kurt company, yeah?" Burt offered.

"Y-Yeah sure."

Burt smiled at the boys and then left to go make some phone calls.

"Well, I think he likes you." Kurt said.

"Yeah, that's a plus." Blaine agreed.

"... Kurt I'm really sorry." Blaine blurted out suddenly.

"Why?" Kurt wondered.

"Because, I told you to stand up to your bullies and look where it leads to." Blaine motioned to Kurt's current state.

"Blaine, you gave me all the courage to do this. I never would've even dreamed of standing up to them and I did because of you. Thank you, Blaine."

Kurt leaned up to kiss Blaine on the cheek but Blaine moved and they connected their lip together. Blaine and Kurt both took in a sharp intake of breath but neither of them let eachothers lips go. Blaine's hand came up to rest lightly on Kurt's cheek. They stayed liked that for a while.

Burt came back and saw the boys in that position. He smiled softly and left the room again.
When he came back, Kurt and Blaine were looking into eachothers eyes. This time, Burt stayed and watched. He watched everything. The way Blaine stroked Kurt's cheek and how Kurt blushed at whatever Blaine was saying.

Once again, Burt left the two boys alone. The third time he came back, Blaine was gone.

"Where'd Blaine go?" Burt questioned.

"Bathroom." Kurt answered.

"Oh! Kurt, this is for you." Burt handed Kurt the same piece of paper that was handed to him from that other girl.

"Okaaay." Kurt read the letter, still not knowing who it was until he read the bottom.

Hello, person boy I found in the lockerroom locker room, I hope you're fine and those dickheads go to jail for what they did. If you ever want to speak talk to someone, my number is at the bottom below,

021 1643 578 5878

P.S, I do speak English, I just slip nito into German whenever I'm really, really scared or really, really pissed off or really, really happy.

Zoë Haze.

"Zoë Haze." Kurt muttered.

"What?" Burt asked.

"T-This is the girl who saved me." Kurt answered.

"That German girl?" Burt wondered.

"... yeah." Kurt started sobbing just as Blaine got back. He rushed to Kurt's side and wraped his arms around the sobbing boy.

"Babe what's wrong?"

"Nothing it's... just nothing." Blaine left it at that not wanting to upset Kurt ever further.

"I'll leave you too alone." Burt left the room and Blaine climbed into bed with Kurt.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah?" Blaine answered.

"I - can we - I mean, are you -" Kurt stuttered.

"Kurt?" Blaine interupted.

"Yes?"

"Shut up." Blaine kissed Kurt hard and then pulled away.

"Kurt, I wanted to ask you something the moment I saw you, but then you told me about you're problems at school and I didn't want to presure you and, well, I did't know if you felt the same but since we have already kissed I was wondering..." Blaine trailed off.

"Yes?" Kurt tried not to get his hopes up but it he did anyway.

"Willyougooutwithme?"Blaine rushed out.

"Hmm?" Kurt completly missed what Blaine said.

"Will you, Kurt Hummel, go out with me?" Blaine anxoiusly twisted his thumbs together whilst waiting for and answer.

"Yes." Kurt's reply was instant.

"Thank God." Blaine kissed Kurt like his life depended on it.

Once again, the stared into eachother's eyes and said litle things that they like about eachother which was pretty much everything.

The next day, Kurt was released and the jocks were arrested and all he wanted to do was sleep in his own bed, but first he had to make a phone call.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello?"

"Zoë?"

"Yes, are you the boy I helped in the locker room?"

"Y-Yeah, Kurt Hummel."

"Kurt Hummel." Zoë repeated. "H-How are you?"

"Better. Thanks to my dad and boyfriend."

"Great! So, uh, i-if you're not busy do you wanna meet up and I dunno, talk?" Zoë said.

"Yeah! That would be great!" Kurt beamed.

"Lima Bean?" Zoë suggested.

"Sure thing." "The bed can wait." Kurt decided.

"See 'ya." Zoë said.

"Bye.  

Yes. Kurt Hummel found love and a strong friendship that both started out as nothing but strangers but hey, that's how everything starts as, you just make the change from stranger to more than that.