Hello!
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Summary: Kurt is attacked by Karofsky and Azimio. Mostly deals with after the attack, and picks up in the middle of it. I hope this turns out different than the other similar stories floating around. Currently, I am thinking this will be around three chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Please review! Constructive criticism is quite welcome! (please, no flames)
I hope you enjoy this : )
(ps. I hope this works. I wanted the prologue to be Kurt's impressions during the attack. I thought Kurt should be delirious and lost… I tried to convey that without the narration becoming too confusing. I hope tenses and Kurt's thoughts make sense)
Prologue
Pain. There is pain, and darkness. He doesn't know very much except for that. He doesn't remember how he got to be in this… place. He doesn't know where he is, or even who he his. He can't identify where the pain is coming from, because it's everywhere.
He doesn't know what he did to deserve this.
He tries to escape into his scattered memories: he vaguely knows that if he can concentrate, he can build himself a sanctuary within his mind. He can nearly remember doing it before. No memories come: he can't picture his father holding his hand in silent reassurance or imagine Mercedes cheering him up while shopping. He cannot even see his mother smiling at him comfortingly or feel her wrapping her arms around him. Usually, he can imagine that… because if he lets himself truly believe, he thinks she must be watching over him. He doesn't believe in God, but he does believe in her.
Maybe he can't find comfort in these memories because the people they star haven't made him feel safe—completely safe—in a long, long time. How could his father manage that when he doesn't know the latest problems? His mother was safety itself, but she had to leave. Mercedes had been distant for a few weeks now. So he was left with only this raw agony that was utterly invincible. Were they still hitting him? It had to be more than one person, right? One person couldn't cause this much pain.
He remains as he has been for hours, tumbling through the blackness, not knowing which way is up or down. If he could form a thought, he would wish to pass out.
Courage. The word rises from the depths of his mind. But what use is courage now? Courage did not (could not) save him. Why would he find this one simple word so reassuring and comforting? Perhaps, he manages to think, it isn't the word… it's the person who said it.
Memories trickle in about a boy (a handsome boy) in some sort of uniform. Suddenly, Kurt remembers the boy who has become his best friend (tied with Mercedes) in a stunningly short amount of time. Kurt clings to his memory of finding a person who truly understands him, and tries to push back at the darkness.
It doesn't quite work, because his eyes still can't open and he still can't decipher where he is. Instead, he slips into unconsciousness where he is lulled by Blaine's voice interweaving with his own and Blaine's hand steadily grasping his.