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Karofsky went in for a second kiss. Kurt shoved him, his hand covered his mouth, in terrified shock. David stood there and stared at him as anger and hatred burned in his eyes. Suddenly, before Kurt could react, He shoved Kurt against the wall. Kurt cried out more from shock and fear than from the pain. Using one hand Karofsky pinned Kurt's hands roughly against the wall as he grabbed a knife from his pocket and pointed it to Kurt's neck.

"Stop squirming, bitch," he growled. Kurt shuddered, but stopped. He whimpered when Karofsky ran his knife down Kurt's chest before pocketing it. "You know I'm capable of using it, if I have to," he sneered. Tears filled Kurt's eyes.

"Please...David-"

Karofsky smacked him across the face.

"Stop talking!" He snarled. "Or do I need to shove my dick in your mouth to shut you up? You'd like that, wouldn't you, you little cockslut?"

Kurt had never heard such vulger language in his life. He didn't even really understand what cockslut meant. He knew it was bad, though. He let out a half whimper and a half moan. Blaine's voice drifted in his head.

"Courage" He wished he had courage, God he wished it. But he didn't. And Karofsky knew this.

"You like this,don't you?" Sneered Karofsky. "All you fags like this type of shit."

Kurt knew what that word meant. He shuddered and shook his head.

"No," he sobbed. "I don't like it..."

"Did I say you could talk you little bitch?" David's voice was dangerously low. Kurt fell silent, too terrified to speak. "You've been ASKING for it for months. That's why you came in here, isn't it? To see my junk? You've been wanting me all this time-you know you have you little shit!"

"No!" Cried Kurt angrily. "I would NEVER want someone as horrible,cruel, and vulgar as you! I would never want to date a filthy animal!' That response got a few hard slaps in return.

"I'll punish you for that later," sneered Karofsky. "First I want to prove how much of a liar you really are." Without warning he shoved his hand down Kurt's pants. Kurt gasped at the violation. Tears poured out of his eyes and he struggled against his captor's grip.

"Please, David, please stop..."

But no use, the more he begged the more Karofsky seemed to like it.

"Well aren't you a lying cocksucker!" Jeered Karofsky. "Hard as a rock!" Kurt's face flushed with shame as he realized how true Karofsky's words were. He really was hard, and only a sick person would get hard off of something like this. He closed his eyes. Suddenly it didn't matter what David was going to do to him. He deserved it, after all, right? He still flinched when Karofsky began to unzip his jeans and his eyes shot open while he stared at his tormentor with fear.

"Don't worry." Karofsky's voice was soft now. "I'll give you what you've been craving for, for months. I'll show you mercy..."

That was when the door opened and in walked Noah Puckerman.

Everyone froze for a few seconds.

Puck stared, his mouth open, unable to process what he was seeing. There was Kurt, pinned against the wall by David Karofsky, wide eyed with terror. Karofsky's hands was down Kurt's pants. Kurt was struggling to get away. Puck saw a knife in Karofsky's pocket. His fists clinched. After that, he saw red.

When Puck finally registered what he was doing he was bending over beating David into unconsciousness. He paused as he saw Kurt huddled in a corner, shaking like a leaf. One last final swing was all it took for Karofsky to black out. Ignoring his bloody hand Puck crawled towards Kurt. As he leaned out to touch him Kurt jerked away with whimper. Puck froze in shock and saddness.

"Kurt.." he whispered slowly. "Kurt, it's just me...it's just Puck. I'm not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you again, Kurt."

Kurt looked at him, his eyes glassy with tears.

"P...Puck?"

"Yeah, it's me Kurt." Puck's throat closed. He hated how helpless the young man looked. As if his innocence was ripped away that day. Kurt bit his lip.

"I want my dad." His voice sounded just like a little kid than, lost and scared and just wanting his father. Puck closed his eyes. He forced himself not to cry.

"Yeah okay, come on. Let's go find Mr. Schue and then take you tot he principal's office. We'll call your father from there."

He held out his hand for help and protection. And slowly Kurt took it. He leaned closer to Puck as they left the locker room. As Puck glowered at Karofsky on the floor he vowed to make sure Karofsky would pay for what he did to Kurt Hummel that day, no matter what.