AU – Set in the GBK verse, it takes up where GBK left off. It's now January of Senior Year.

Rated M only.

Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt, and Plot (Drama takes to the stage dramatically and Plot rolls it's eyes) Don't like don't read, though you should know if you like it by now or not. And reviews are always very welcome.

I own nothing, literally, apparently not even imagination, I apologise for the uselessness of the title, Good Boy Kurt fits it so well, and the Trials are a kind of link to sheepdog trials (and possibly more though I refuse to hint about plot twists…).

And if you hadn't guessed by now GBK2 won the vote by a landslide… And I'm really sorry but this story is bugging me to be told so I just couldn't wait a week to post it.


Good Boy Kurt 2 – Kurt's Trials

Chapter One

It's Monday again.

Last Monday David was taken away from me.

To me that means it's been about a week since I last saw David. I know the timing isn't one hundred percent accurate but I don't care, I'll be overly dramatic about it if I want too.

So it's been a week.

It's been a week since David drove away and left me standing there in the dark and the cold waiting for my Dad. Dad wasn't that long and he'd brought Finn, Noah and Sam with him. I'd thrown myself at my Dad and sobbed that Paul had stolen David away from me, that he'd forced him to go back with hints of threats and now David was gone.

It's been a week since anyone but Cain has seen David. I'd snatched Noah's phone off of him and quickly rung the number David had sent. Cain got the details of Paul's ambush off of me and then told me to go home and wait, he'd go and check on David.

It's been a week since I'd stared at the front door willing it to open and David to be there, instead Cain turned up four hours later looking grim. Paul was happy with David so my boyfriend was only a little bruised, but he'd be home schooled until he turned eighteen and could leave again. My master is trapped, a prisoner of that poisonous household until then, he's at the whim and mercy of his father who is evil. Cain continues to visit David and keeps us updated, David is being a good son and studying hard so Paul is leaving him alone, except in the evenings when David has to sit downstairs and spend family time with his dad before he can slide the lock of his bedroom door and sleep safely.

It's been a week since I first huddled in our bed unable to sleep. Halfway through the night Noah settled on top of the covers next to me, I was still angry at him after the Glee Club's confession about the slushy attack but he held onto me and I sobbed myself to sleep. I woke up a few hours later because Noah was freezing, I made him get into the bed and I fell asleep on him again. It was weird at first but Noah's pointed out he's a puppy too, though he thinks David's going to abandon him when he comes back because of their dumb idea to get me back, that he will be punished by being made to be alone, so he clings to me too. I honestly have no idea what David will do about it, I've only been able to sleep because of Noah, so perhaps David will be merciful, after all Noah has made it up to me. The dreams aren't helping our sleeping arrangements though.

It's been a week since they were all thrown out of Glee Club, so it's still just the three of us. The others are clearly suffering, a small part of me is enjoying their suffering, let them know what I felt like, but the biggest part of me hurts because they are hurting, they've taken to going to Rachel's basement for their own Glee practice, I tell them the subject and they do it, I bring back notes and they copy them. So I've been stuck with a love sick Blaine who's run out of hair gel for a week, he's determined to 'win my heart' and to 'save me from that boy's strange hypnotic compulsions', which I think means Blaine liked being told what to do but he doesn't understand that part of himself. Lauren's helping me out by sitting between us and singing with Blaine on the female leads, I can't believe I'm reduced to not battling for leads in case I have to sing with Blaine. Mr Schue is oblivious to the tensions and tells me to take it as slowly as I need to so I can ease myself back into full Glee participation and that David will be back soon, the man is so blind sometimes.

It's been a week since that numbskull Cutler's been in charge of the football team and only Finn stands between them and a full mutiny, and Finn's so sick and tired of the man that he's seriously thinking of stepping aside and letting them go for it. The homophobic mental midget still won't let me kick the ball, in fact since David was taken I've not even had to change, I just sit on the side as a 'substitute' a type of understudy for the new kicker Cutler found, the kid is clearly intimidated by the other jocks and regularly kicks the ball behind him, as a newly transferred freshman he's also intimidated by the teacher and Hyde, I almost feel sorry for Tim, but he's got my job and I have growled at him a few times so he's actually scared of me too.

It's been nearly a week since Dad and the others went to see Paul Karofsky. It seems David was right his Dad did allow them all to restart their mortgages but with reduced rates so they are actually better off, and Paul looks generous while Gabriel looks even more like a monster. Paul pulled my Dad to one side and lowered his rates even more, even on the garage, because Dad had raised such a well trained young man, namely me, somehow Dad refrained from punching him out and asked after David, I think Paul was pleased, he doesn't realise Dad hates his guts and is playing nice for David's sake. Tomorrow we move back into the family house, at the moment we're so cramped and in each other's way that tempers are frayed.

It's also been nearly a week since the sneak attacks started, I've ended up having to bring spare clothes to school everyday, it's been so long since I've been slushied and locker checked I'd nearly forgotten the horrible sensations. They started the day after David was taken, a jock will grab me and a slushy goes straight into my face so I can't see anymore and then I'm thrown into the lockers, mostly they leave it at that, sometimes I get an extra kick or punch. I'm covered in bruises again, I wear PJs so no one at home knows, and I'm always attacked when I'm alone, when the corridors are empty, the cowards don't want to be found out.

I'm worried sick about David, only Cain's updates are helping me keep my sanity in one piece, I'm struggling at my lessons and most of the teachers are sympathetic and are trying to help me keep up, I'm struggling to eat and only the knowledge that David will need me to be strong is keeping me going. I don't really care what happens to me I only care that David comes out of this in one piece, that Paul doesn't destroy him.

Shivering I pick myself up off the floor slowly, the ringing in my ears is the echo of the clang the lockers' made when I hit them. My arm is a little numb so I rub it. My eyes are stinging from the syrupy icy liquid and I'm effectively blind, only the barest suggestions of light and shape reach me, now all I have to do is negotiate my way to the girls' bathroom and get changed, I've stopped using the boys' just in case I get ambushed in there.

Hissing I lean against the locker for a moment to get my bearings and stoop to get my bag. A hint of movement to one side and I practically locker myself and I huddle like a pathetic mess waiting for the next blow to land. I hate feeling so damn weak and useless, when I find out who these idiots are I am reporting them, or I'm going to practice 'kicking' the ball in their nether regions.

"Kurt?" a squeaky male voice asks, I know that voice from somewhere. A hand touches my arm and I flinch, "Hey it's okay," the boy tries to soothe me, hard to do when his voice keeps breaking. Oh, he's the jock that helped me before.

"Um, can you help me to the bathroom, it's just over there," I point vaguely and hope that the freshman is still somehow impressed enough with me being a fellow jock and a member of the football team to do it without asking questions.

His hand gently takes hold of my arm and he tugs my bag out of my other hand, "It's okay I've got you," he tells me and I foolishly believe him as he leads me down the corridor, I rub at my watering eyes, great now I will look like I'm crying. "Nearly there," he says and a door is opened as a now very familiar smell hits my nose, he's brought me to the boy's locker room.

Oh no, not here, I try and jerk out of his hand but his arm goes around me and I'm pushed into the room. Some of the jocks here have to be part of the group harassing me, I can't be helpless in front of them it will only escalate the attacks. Damn it.

The boy is supposed to be tiny but there is muscle on him and he drags me through the locker room to the showers. Around me the normal sounds of boisterous teenage jocks slowly goes silent and when I hear the water start in the stall the rest of the room is so silent I can clearly hear the boy's soft breathing.

"Here you go Kurt," he says, "Wash your eyes out, do you have any spare clothes I can get for you?" he asks.

Cupping my hands I start rinsing my eyes, it's such a relief to get the sticky drink off, my eyes will sting for hours but it's already beginning to lessen. "Um, in my bag, I have a different outfit in there."

"Okay," he says cheerfully, "You strip down and wash, and I'll go and grab a towel for you," and then I sense him leave and I'm all alone.

Ignoring his request for me to strip I concentrate on my eyes, I'm probably going to need them. Straining my ears I listen and I hear whispering from the locker room but nothing else, until there are footsteps and the boy says, "Hey I got you two towels just in case."

With a witness standing nearby I pull my ruined shirt and tie off, why do these cretins have this urge to destroy such wonderful items? What has the shirt done to them, thank goodness it's a cheap knock off and not the genuine article, I mentally shudder at the amount of money the Neanderthals have done in damage to my clothes through the years.

A strangled gasp from the boy and I turn and peer at him inquisitively, "The bruises," he sounds shocked, I shrug at him, if you get thrown into immovable objects you end up with bruises. Stepping closer he lowers his voice, "Where did you get them? Football?"

Stuck on the sidelines I have no chance of being roughed up. Digging my wash cloth out I carefully scrub at the slushy stains on my body, at least this batch hasn't hit my underwear yet, I've caught it before it got that far. Sighing I murmur, "The bruises are from some idiot jocks who think it's fun to push me into lockers," I'm so annoyed at it that I grunt out, "At least they haven't worked up to dumpster diving me yet, it's so hard to get the smell out of my clothes."

"But why would they do that?" He asks bewildered.

Bless him he wasn't at this school when the bullying was so bad so I guess the jocks haven't taken him under their wing and taught him to abuse the weaker kids, I take pity on him, because he might not know, "Um, well a lot of people don't like people who are different to them, they get scared about it and, if you are a mentally challenge gorilla who plays sports, it's much easier to lash out at those who are weaker and different rather than to use your brain to understand them," I think I've lost him. "It's because I'm gay, they don't like it and they think it's some kind of life choice or contagious disease. Trust me on this, it's not either of those," my face shows some of my bitterness, "I wouldn't have chosen to be gay, to stick out, to be a target for something I can't control and I'm not contagious you won't catch a case of the 'gays' off of me."

"Oh," he says but it has the same tone as Finn's when he's pretending to understand.

Drying myself I silently bemoan the towels here, would it kill them to get better quality with more cotton count? Or to use better softener? My poor skin. As I pull on my new shirt and bow tie I stuff my now ruined clothes in the handy baggy I brought with me, another outfit to be discarded and disowned.

Picking up my school bag I towel dry my hair and tell him, "Kid I've bullied since I was six for being girly, then I got called names, and at high school there was rarely a day that I wasn't slushied, swirled, wegdied, lockered, or forced to take a dive in the dumpster. I was the most popular kid when it came to all the bullies, they just couldn't resist picking on me. The only time it stopped was after David got expelled for bullying me so badly the school had no choice but to step in. It got easier for some reason, and then David and I started dating in secret but now we're dating openly no one used to mess with me because they knew his reputation, I suppose now he is being forced to stay at home I'm back to being a target." I grin a little ruthlessly, "When I work out who they are I'm looking forward to David turning them into pretzels," I know he wouldn't actually do that, yet it sounds so satisfying to say it.

"Anyway," I say combing my hair, "Thank you for the rescue, I really do appreciate it, but my advice to you is to keep your distance from me in case people start thinking your gay too, good luck kid, and remember high school isn't forever, one day we can all escape this hellhole," I pat his arm and saunter out of the showers acting like I've not just been attacked, that I have everything completely under control.

In the locker room the jocks are quiet and watch me out of the corner of their eyes, I feel like a very small lamb surrounded by very big, if dumb, wolves, the trick is to pretend confidence, it tends to confuse them until you can get out of range and then their tiny little brains can't cope and they continue with whatever they were doing before they spotted you.

Out in the corridor I walk briskly toward the auditorium, I'm going to be late due to the ambush, I'm sure Mr Schue will have started without me and it's back to Christopher Cross this week, since there are less of us to shout him down he's finally managed to work it in, and Blaine is being a complete teacher's pet so Lauren and I are going along with it, I can't wait to hear everyone else's complaints when they find out.

Making it to the auditorium without any further incidents I stroll down the aisle and join in the lesson, I make sure to take copious notes so that I can faithfully pass this all on to the others, I wouldn't want them to miss out after all.

At the end Mr Schue dismisses us and I walk out with Blaine and Lauren. I'm careful to stand on the other side of the wrestler, I'm tempted to have my harassers jump me now just for the satisfaction of watching them getting beaten up by a girl. I have my baby and drive us all over to Rachel's and when we arrive they are all so excited to see us, the faint smirk on Lauren's face lets me know she is going to enjoy this as much as me.

Everyone settles down and Rachel urges me to tell us what this week's lesson is all about, I keep a straight face as I tell him and the groans and whines are like music to my ears, grinning I let Blaine take centre stage so that he can sing the first of the songs we have to practice and Finn sullenly groans that he's been to New York City and you can't get stuck between it and the moon.

Good natured bitching and in fighting starts up, poor Blaine looks as lost as ever, he's used to the polite requesting at Dalton, this has been a big culture shock for him. The fights ends after Santana is physically restrained from killing Rachel who screams and runs to Finn to save her. Brittany and Artie calm their girlfriend down and we decide on Chinese much to Tina's disgust.

Cleaning up we then all head home and I enter our cramped home to find the three kids ready for bed and demanding a story. And not just any story will do they demand the story that David has written, well half written, so I pick up the hand written manuscript and sit on the floor beside their mattresses and read the story of Mr and Mrs Fox and the missing cookies. One by one they fall asleep and I tuck them in carefully and then sneak out of the room closing the door behind me.

A quick update with Dad and Carole and we confirm the big move back in is on for tomorrow. All our neighbours have volunteered to keep an eye on this house until David's birthday and they'll let us know if anyone comes around.

Battling for the bathroom I cheat and lock the door and grin at beating them all. Rushing through my nightly routine I sigh at the bags under my eyes and check for lines, nothing so far. Here at least I can admit just how much I miss David, it's like a big hole has been ripped out of me right where my heart should be.

Getting into bed I listen as they all settle down for the night. Finn's snores start up and then there is rustle followed by a dark shadow and then the bed dips next to me as Noah cuddles in to me.

Finally I can close my eyes and sleep. Strangely it is always me that spoons him and I wrap my arms around him. I drift off with the warmth of his body against my stomach, the occasional twinge of a bruise is ignored.

Please if there is a god be merciful and don't let me have another of those dreams again, it's so embarrassing and Noah is enjoying teasing me about my physical reaction far too much.


A/N Sorry for any mistakes I've tried to catch them all but I'm only human.

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