"God, Kurt! I don't get it. I know you're gay but how can you be such a fag?" Finn stood there in his room, glaring and yelling at his new step-brother. He'd been struggling with school, the other football players insulting him constantly for being related to Kurt. They all accused him of being gay and it was really starting to get to him. Of course none of them actually took into account the fact he had been dating Rachel for well over six months now, no that didn't matter. His anger had irrationally exploded when Kurt accidentally walked in on Finn in a towel and took a moment too long to leave. Out of shock, not interest.

However, the moment the words escaped him, he regretted them. He hoped, even prayed Kurt wouldn't believe he really meant what he said. Finn reached out to Kurt, one hand still grasping onto his towel, stumbling over his words and wanting more than anything to take them back, "Wait. No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" He couldn't finish his explanation because Kurt took over, tears spilling from his eyes, "Of all the people to insult me for my sexuality, I never expected you!" He shook his head and began taking steps back, "I should have known nobody would ever accept me for who I am."

Burt burst into the room then as Kurt ran out, too fast to be caught. "What the hell is going on? Kurt!" He heard them both screaming after him, begging him to come back but there was no way he could, not after being humiliated by his own family. Sure, he used to like Finn, had a small crush on him even, but all of that changed when he met and fell for Blaine Anderson, his current boyfriend. That's where he was headed – to Blaine's house. He knew the man would understand how he was feeling.

After running until he couldn't see his house anymore, he slowed to a walk believing at that point his family wasn't chasing after him. He began wiping the tears from his face. As upset as he was, Kurt didn't want to look like a total mess in front of his boyfriend. Kurt loved that man and he took this time of silence to reflect on it. Blaine had been the guy to help him accept who he was. They were both new to the idea of relationships but that didn't stop them from forming such a strong bond he felt could never be erased. He hoped it never could anyways.

He exhaled a sigh of pleasure at the thought of Blaine and saw his breath, realizing just then how cold it was. Picking up his pace, he glanced around, also noticing how dark it was getting. This brought him out of his day-dreams. Of course he knew he was over-reacting, surely nothing was going to happen to him, right? Just as he thought that, he ran smack into a group of rather large men.

Kurt stumbled back then tried to veer away from them, only to find a hand grasping tightly onto his shoulder, "Oh, well isn't that a pretty pink blouse, ma'am." One of the men sneered; eyes raking over his frame in a way that made Kurt feel almost violated. "It's not a blouse.. And I'm not a woman." His own voice cracked as he spoke, feebly attempting to defend himself when really, he just wanted to run again. He didn't dare, however, knowing he was cornered.

"So then you're just a disgusting faggot, huh?" That made it the second time he was called that tonight. He was too terrified to respond though and instead stared down at his feet, his arms coiling around him as if that action would protect him from getting hurt. "Fucking answer me when I'm talking to you!" The guy who had been talking to him this whole time suddenly shoved him to the ground, successfully bringing Kurt to his senses. He stumbled back onto his feet, pushed away from the group and tried to run as fast as he could. It wasn't long before they tackled him down onto the cement sidewalk, his skull cracking against it.

He struggled to fight back, kicking, biting, yelling, until the group of about five men had him completely pinned, "If you're going to try and fight like a man, you're going to take this like a man." They all laughed and while most of them kept Kurt held still, the one who kept talking and appeared to be the leader stood up, making an obvious show of untucking his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. At this point Kurt truly panicked.

This was not happening to him. He knew at any second he was going to wake up from this terrible nightmare and realize it wasn't real. In his heart he knew that wasn't true. Kurt went limp long enough for some of the men to loosen their grip and suddenly he was thrashing around again, kicking at least one of them in the face. They screamed in rage when he tried rolling away and one grasped onto a handful of his hair and yanked him back, also managing to pull out quite a few strands.

Kurt let out a sob of frustration, the pain from hitting his head and then his hair being pulled, combined with the fear of what was coming prevented him from staying still and just taking it. These men weren't going to be the ones to steal his virginity; he was going to give it to Blaine. Nobody would want him after this. He struggled and fought but it was all futile. The man he had kicked and ended up with a bloody nose pulled back a fist and aimed a punch at Kurt's face.

He saw nothing for a long time and even hoped he might be dead, or at least had been knocked out for the whole thing to take place. Suddenly he felt pain everywhere and opened his eyes to find them all kicking at him until he heard a snap and agony shot through his side. Please, if there is a God out there, end this now. Let me die. The thoughts echoed through his mind as the consciousness began to leave him. Darkness surrounded his eyesight until the last thing he saw was the man with the unbuttoned jeans leaned down over him, delivering what was to come.

Yeah, very depressing start to this story. That's basically what the whole plot is based on, so if you didn't like this, then you won't like the rest of it. Not to say there won't be any good parts at all. Anyways, for those who liked this, please show it. I need to know I'm not writing this for nothing. Thanks for reading. Next chapter will show up soon.

~Rainbow Katy~