A/N: Okay, so some of you readers may remember, if you read Baby On The Way, I wanted to do an mpreg with them still in McKinley. This will be that story. But it will likely be a whole lot more serious. The angst in this story is by far very real and a topic that should not be taken lightly. But as always, there will be a happy ending because I'm a sucker for them. I hope that you all enjoy the ride and if the content in this story is too much for you, I suggest you don't read beyond this chapter at the very least. Other wise, hope you like!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and am in no way associated with RIB. I only own the plot and possibly, registration for GleeCON.

"Take it fairy boy!" Karofsky shouted, pounding into Kurt over and over again. Kurt wailed, begging the bully to stop. Tears flooded down his cheeks. The soreness in his rear end only grew as the bigger boy continued to rip into him.

"S-stop, please!" he pleaded, his voice choked and weak. Karofsky laughed, only increasing the pace with which he was slamming into him. Kurt's tears trickled over the fresh bruise on his face and mixed with the blood from his split lip. The park bench beneath him was rutting painfully into his backside. His head was pounding from when Karofsky had slammed it down on the bench. "Please..." He made one last plea. His only saving grace to the rape was that he wasn't losing his virginity to this boy. Only hours before, he and Blaine had taken that crucial step in their relationship.

Kurt had been on his way home from Blaine's when Karofsky had attacked him.

His mind was a muddled mess as the bully continued his assault, the disgusting slapping sound that accompanied his thrusts a violent reality of what was happening.

"You know you like it lady boy!" Karofsky said gruffly and Kurt cried harder because no, he didn't like it. "What's my name Hummel?!" the bully spat. Kurt just cried. "WHAT'S MY NAME?! SAY IT!"

"NO!"

"NO!" Kurt shouted, eyes blinking open. He tried to sit up but found that he couldn't. A low beeping sound materialized within his range of hearing.

"Kurt!" cried a voice and Kurt turned his head to find that Blaine was sitting beside the bed. He had a hand clutching Kurt's. The pale boy groaned as the simple movement caused his head to hurt. "Careful baby," Blaine said gently. "Try not to move your head too much. You have a concussion." He squeezed Kurt's hand.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt said weakly. "Where am I? Why do I hear beeping?"

Blaine frowned, biting his lip. How did he tell Kurt what was going on? Kurt was looking at him, beautiful glasz eyes pleading for answers. The curly haired boy sighed. He knew he had to tell him.

"You're in the hospital Kurt. The morning after we..." he trailed off, blushing, causing a flush to pinken Kurt's cheeks as well. "Your dad called," he went on. "He said you never came home the night before. I told him I remembered walking you out. He told me that he was worried because it wasn't like you to just take off and not call. What was worse was he said every time he tried to call you, your phone went straight to voicemail. He left you several messages but you never called back."

Kurt furrowed his brow and bit his lip, urging Blaine to go on.

"So the whole lot of us-"

"What do you mean the whole lot of you?" Kurt cut him off.

Blaine smiled. "Finn and I contacted the rest of the Glee Club. They, us, and your parents all set out in Lima to look for you. Puck and Sam were the ones who found you on the park bench." His voice became extremely quiet and choked up. He drew a shaky breath. "You were unconscious. Your clothes were in a tattered heap on the ground. You were bleeding from your head, lip, and..." He trailed off again, knowing that he didn't have to say the word for Kurt to know what he meant. "Sam called everyone else and an ambulance, while Puck covered you up with his jacket." Kurt let a small smile cross his face.

"Remind me to thank Puck later." Blaine nodded.

"Everyone's been so worried Kurt. You've been unconscious for three days." Kurt stared at him in alarm. Three days? He'd been out for three days? But the. He noted hesitation in his boyfriend's face.

"What is it Blaine?" he whispered. Blaine's eyes glimmered with unshed tears. "Blaine please, tell me."

"They did a rape kit on you Kurt." His voice was so soft that Kurt nearly didn't hear it.

"And?"

Blaine swallowed. "Did you know you were a carrier?" Kurt stared at him. "The male pregnancy gene Kurt. Did you know you had it?" Kurt's eyes went wide and judging by his reaction, Blaine determined that he didn't know he was a carrier. When would doctors start telling people these things?

"Of course I didn't know," he said quietly. "If I had known that, I would've told you and we would have used protection that night." Blaine knew that Kurt was telling the truth. He opened his mouth to reply when Finn, Burt, and Carole entered the room, followed by a doctor and a police officer.

"Kurt!" Burt Hummel cried in relief. His eyes were flooded with tears and he hurried forward to hug his son. Kurt hugged him back weakly. He noted that both Carole and Finn looked a mixture of relieved, scared, and sad. "Kurt, this is Dr. Hastings and Officer Neilson," Burt said when he'd pulled back. "They'd both like to talk to you." Kurt nodded his head in the direction of the two women, cringing when the motion hurt his head.

"Hello Kurt, I'm Dr. Hastings," said the tall blonde woman in the lab coat. "I'd like to talk to you about the results of your rape kit."

Kurt had a feeling he knew what was coming. "Blaine said I'm a carrier."

Dr. Hastings looked slightly surprised before she nodded her head gently. "Yes, you are a carrier Kurt." Glancing at his parents and stepbrother, Kurt got the sense that they already knew.

"So am I pregnant?" he asked, quite sure that was what he was about to be told.

She sighed, removing the glasses from her nose. "It's too early to tell but we cannot rule it out. Especially given that not all your blood work came back normal."

"Wait, what?" Blaine suddenly said. This was apparently news to him. A sniffling sound told both him and Kurt that Carole had started quietly sobbing. Finn's eyes were cast on the floor. Burt looked like he was struggling to keep himself from breaking down.

"Officer Neilson needs to ask you some questions about the attack," Dr. Hastings said gently. She gave them all a sympathetic look and stepped back as the police officer stepped forward. Kurt was trying not to show how incredibly scared he was right at the moment. He felt like if everyone else was breaking, someone had to hold it together. Might as well be him, right?

Officer Neilson gave him a reassuring smile.

"Kurt, we think we know who your attacker was." Kurt's eyes darkened and he stared ahead for several moments. "I take it you remember who it was that attacked you?"

Kurt was quiet for a moment. Blaine gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Yes," he finally said.

"Was it David Karofsky?" Officer Neilson asked quietly. Kurt's silence was all the confirmation she needed. Blaine visibly tensed. "I suspect you're wondering how we know that."

"Yes," Kurt said again, automatically.

Dr. Hastings was the one who answered. "You had dried blood caked under your fingernails. DNA matched him, not you."

"I scratched him." Blaine looked stunned. "One of my futile attempts to ward him off. I don't like fighting but I scratched him."

Officer Neilson spoke up again. "Kurt, do you know anything about David Karofsky's activities?" she asked.

Kurt frowned. Why was this relevant? "Not really. He transferred schools this year to keep the fact that he was gay from getting out at McKinley."

"And how do you know that?" she asked.

"A few weeks ago, Blaine and I ran into him at scandals."

"Scandals?"

"The gay bar in West Lima," he explained, noting that he might be getting a lecture from his parents later for going to the bar in the first place. She nodded. "Anyway, we ran into him. He and I talked but he was perfectly civil and even friendly. I asked him how life was at his new school and that was when he basically told me that he just wanted to play football without the threat of his sexuality getting out."

"You didn't tell me you two talked," Blaine said. Kurt slowly turned his head to look at his boyfriend.

"You were too busy dancing with Sebastian," he said and Blaine cringed at the slight bitterness in his voice.

"Sebastian? Sebastian Smythe?" Officer Neilson said.

Kurt and Blaine stared at her. "You know him?" they both asked. The officer sighed.

"We've had a few sexual harassment reports concerning him." Blaine looked as if he wanted to give her another one. "Do Sebastian and David know each other?" she went on. Kurt just shrugged.

"I have no idea."

She nodded. "Anything else you can tell us about your talk with David that night Kurt?"

"Just that I got the sense he goes to Scandals often."

"And what gave you that impression?" Kurt didn't miss that this information seemed to be of concerning and important relevance. Where was this leading? And what about the abnormalities in his blood work?

"He told me that they liked him there so it was obvious he'd been there more than once." Again, Officer Neilson nodded.

"Thank you Kurt," she said, taking down the note.

"Is this going somewhere?" he finally asked. Blaine was impressed with how easily he seemed to be handling all this.

Dr. Hastings and Officer Neilson glanced at each other.

"Kurt," Dr. Hastings began softly. "Did David seem experienced to you?" Kurt stared at her. What kind of a question was that?

"What do you mean?" he asked.

She drew a breath. "Did he seem to know what he was doing when he penetrated you?" she asked as gently as she could.

Kurt was quiet for a long time. Did he? After forcing himself to remember the attack, he became painfully aware that yes, David did know what he was doing. He knew very well. Fear gripped his body and he froze up. "Oh my God," he whispered in a broken voice. How many people had he done this to before him? How many more had he raped? Most importantly, had he picked up STDs? Kurt swallowed. He knew now what the abnormalities in his blood work might mean.

"Kurt, there is something we need to tell you about the results concerning David's DNA," Dr. Hastings said. A glance over at Blaine told him he was just as scared as he was. A glance at his family told him they already knew what he was about to learn.

"What?" he managed to get out in a weak whisper.

"I'm sorry Kurt," Officer Neilson said. "David Karofsky is HIV Positive."

A/N: All right, so there it is. Again, this is a very serious topic. I will not be taking it lightly. I actually had a family member who passed from it. Just keep in mind that there will be a happy ending to this story. No characters in my stories die, unless it's a Hunger Games thing or a character I can't stand. But I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and yes, I know it's kind of on the short side for me but I wasn't sure how to lengthen it more. Reviews make me smile. Happy reading!