Author's Note:

So I am very happy that you all loved Never Been Raped?! I had lots of fun writing for you guys, and I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all of the likes and reviews. However, I'm still in love with angst, so I am most likely gonna continue with that for a long time, and continue writing for Glee for a very long time as well. So I decided to write this for Kurt again, cause you all probably know by now how much I love him. Soon, I will do a spin off to Never Been Raped? which had been a request from Twilightsowl. I just want to warn you that this story will have some pretty dark themes, as you all probably guessed at this point because this story is named after the song Uninvited by Alanis Morissette. This story is gonna be twisted. I want this story to be longer than my story Never Been Raped?, so that means hang onto your seats, my darlings! I'm just so addicted to angst. I don't know why, but I do. So here it is: Uninvited! Read and review! And as you know, I will post when I get 10 people reviewing! Love you, babes! ;)-Luv Dani! XOXOXO


Kurt shakily walked down the halls of McKinley High, opening his locker. He saw the picture of Blaine in there, the word "courage," but courage wasn't what he was going to have any longer. Tears welled in his eyes. He finally had the strength to exit the locker room after Karofsky practically lip raped him and threatened with his life. However, he was terrified of what was to come. He was too scared to tell faculty, even his own father and stepbrother. His father and stepmom were away on their honeymoon in the Bahamas, so the last thing that he would ever want to do was disturb that opportunity for Burt to even have a good time and worry too much about him. He figured he just go home, change into pajamas, text his boyfriend, and watch Sons of Anarchy. He retrieved his books from his locker, shoving them into his backpack. He was about to exit the building, when he was stopped right in his tracks by not only Karofsky, but Azimio and Rick "The Stick."

"Okay, what the hell do you three want?" he demanded.

"Don't give us that mouth, Hummel," Rick growled. "We heard about what you did. You are much better off keeping your hands to yourself." He went over and grabbed Kurt's arm. "C'mon, we're going on a walk."

Kurt tried to force his arm out of Rick's grasp, but the hockey player only gripped tighter. Azimio then grabbed hold of Kurt's other arm and shoved him around, forcing him towards the auditorium. They went up towards the balchony. Karofsky unlocked the door to it and they shoved Kurt inside. Kurt was horrified when he realized that the bullies were locking the door from the inside, so there was no escape for him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, feeling fear pool in his stomach.

"Teaching you a lesson," Karofsky whispered.

"For what?" Kurt asked.

"For being a fag, and trying to tell everyone in this school that it is something to be encouraged," Karofsky said. "Z, Rick, hand him."

The two large boys nodded, and they jumped on top of the smaller teen, knocking him off of his feet. They proceeded to pin him down on the wooden floor, holding his arms down. Kurt struggled, trying to get away, and all of a sudden, Karofsky punched him hard in the face. Kurt tasted blood in his mouth. He was then punched again, this time in the stomach. He gasped out, feeling tears in his eyes as he desperately tried to hold them back. He was then punched in the face multiple times, as well as his stomach and throat. He shook his head, praying for it all to just stop. He was then kicked in the head, and he felt an overwhelming amount of dizziness. Karofsky then bent down and lifted him, throwing him hard against the wall. He fell to the ground, tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt his shoes and socks being taken off, and he felt something sharp against his feet, as well as something wet, and he realized Karofsky was running a blade over his bare feet and that he was bleeding. He felt disoriented, nausea overwhelming him. He then proceeded to throw up, choking. Karofsky then grabbed him by the hair, and he whimpered as he was forced onto his injured feet. He heard the door unlock. He went in and out of unconsciousness as he was dragged across the auditorium towards the stage. He was taken down a latter to what might have possibly been a trap door. He suddenly woke right up when he felt something coming around his wrists, and he realized the bullies were tying his wrists together tightly.

"What are you doing?" he asked tearfully.

The boys didn't answer as they forced his arms around his back. They then proceeded to tie his bleeding, injured feet together with tight cords. His ankles were tied together so tightly that he couldn't feel his legs. Azimio then revealed a piece of material that was thin and long, and Kurt was about to scream when he felt the cloth get tied around his open mouth tightly, gagging him. The material was extremely tight on his mouth. He desperately shook his head pleadingly. He then felt cords tie around his stomach, securing his arms behind his back. He then noticed a large sack right next to him along with more rope. His eyes widened and he shook his head desperately. He was then grabbed by Karofsky as Azimio and Rick held the sack wide open. Karofsky shoved him into the bag as Kurt's body shook violently. Karofsky pulled the sack, forcing Kurt all the way in. Kurt desperately began screaming for help, but he knew how useless it was because nobody could hear him below the stage. He then saw that Karofsky was closing the bag up with rope, and he began crying desperately, tears soaking his cheeks. He struggled against his bonds, desperate. He felt himself being lifted from the ground, and he began screaming again. He was being rose into the air by something other than arms. He sobbed, scared of what was to come, and he felt something hard come into contact with him. He screamed out as he felt his body jolt in the air, swinging back and forth due to the contact of whatever was smacking him like a piƱata. He was soon lowered down onto the ground hard, falling on his ass. He shook his head desperately. He began panicking when the lights turned off, and he screamed even louder, his throat feeling as though it was on fire. He then cried himself to sleep, his throat feeling like there was a golf ball lodged in.


Uh oh! What's gonna happen to Kurt? Read and review to find out!