A.N: So ,um, this is my second story. It will be a series if you like it. If you don't like it, then it will still be a series. So, yeah. Read on and if you like it or want to give me some helpful tips please review. Thanks :)
"And THAT'S for being such a homo!" Azimio says, his huge figure looming over Kurt who was lying sprawled on the hard car park floor.
"See you later Fairy," Karofsky said and the footballers left, laughing and high fiving each other.
Tears misted up Kurt's eyes and spilled over, trailing down his pale cheeks which were covered in cuts and bruises. He winced and cried out in pain as he tried to sit upright. His right rib was so sore and Kurt held onto it, lying back down on the floor. He pulled his arm back up to his face and saw it was red, covered with blood. He whimpered and tentatively moved his hand down to his stomach and covered up the deep cut.
Kurt knew he needed help and fast so he croaked out pleas.
After about a minute he heard fast footsteps and then there was a shadow above him. The boy was very handsome with his dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows that showed he was worried. His lips were moving but Kurt couldn't hear the words he spoke.
"Please help…" Kurt managed to mumble and moved his free hand up to the boys face, staring at him with tears gushing from his eyes, running down his face. Then he blacked out.
Kurt woke up in a hospital bed with a drip attached to him. No one else was in the room except a doctor looking at him.
"Oh, you're awake!" he said cheerfully and Kurt looked back at him, showing no emotion.
"Kurt, can I ask you how you got in this state? You could've been in bed rest for weeks!" the doctor asked. How did he know Kurt's name? He didn't know but Kurt needed to tell SOMEBODY but not him.
"Who rescued me?" Kurt asked and was scared by how weary and weak his high voice sounded.
"A boy called Blaine Anderson," the doctor told him.
"Can I see him?" Kurt asked.
"Yes, I'll send him through," the doctor said and left.
Blaine Anderson. Kurt remembered his face and shivered feebly. He was amazing.
Blaine walked in and smiled at Kurt. That smile was so caring and kind that it brightened up Kurt's mood.
"Hey," Blaine said and sat down on the chair next to Kurt's bed.
"Hi," Kurt replied and blushes a little.
"What happened?" Blaine asked and Kurt spilled. He told Blaine everything, the bullies, the beat ups. Everything. Blaine was silent all the way through and once Kurt had finished he looked really sad.
"Oh Kurt, that's terrible. Why haven't you told somebody? Those bullies would be expelled by now if people knew what they've done to you!" Blaine said and held Kurt's hand.
"I-I don't know. I was just scared. Being the only 'out' gay guy at my school had it's drawbacks," Kurt said and sighed, not moving his eyes away from Blaine's. He had to remember to blink.
"I was bullied at my old school. You need support Kurt and I'm happy to give it," Blaine said and stroked Kurt's pale skin with his thumb.
Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes and his heartbeat quickened. All he could think about was Blaine. He had fallen in love. With a guy that was gay.
"Uh, here's my number," Blaine said, passing Kurt a slip of paper, "Call me anytime, anywhere and I'll listen. Courage."
He left and Kurt melted in his hospital bed, smiling slightly.