Kurt Hummel, 16 years old, out and proud, has never had a sexual encounter. Yes, he's done small things (The magazines under his bed are hidden in a box stuffed with used tissues), but the truth is, he's afraid.
He's been kissed though. That he can boast about, even though it was a kiss from a girl, therefore, not counting. It was sweet and short, but the fireworks the fan fictions talk about were non-existent.
He walks across the road, a slight skip in his step (Vogue is out, and he's about to buy it), coat buttoned up to his throat and his gloves on. It's winter, a harsh one, and all he wants to do is get Vogue and have some hot chocolate.
Kurt, for some stupid reason, decides to go the back entrance.
He's been walking for a few minutes when he realises there's someone following him. He carries on walking though, a bit quicker, and the person behind speeds up as well. His heart is beating fast, and he's cursing his decision. He's scared, and his legs are turning to jelly. He stops, to see if the person will go past-but the guy grabs him.
Kurt screams automatically, and tries to attack his attacker, but the man covers Kurt's mouth with his hand.
"Shut up you little fairy" The man breaths into his ear, making Kurt shudder. He tries to stamp on the man's foot, to no avail.
Suddenly he hears to terrifying sound of a fly being unzipped, and the man grabs Kurt's trousers and pulls them, uncovering Kurt's mouth to do so.
"HELP ME!" Kurt yells, hoping someone, anyone will hear. "RAPE!"
"Shut up you little fuck!" The man's managed to get part of the trousers down and shoves his hands inside Kurt's pants.
Kurt screams and writhes, trying desperately to get away. The man is gripping, touch squeezing and it hurts, and it hurts so bad-
"HEY!"
The man and Kurt stop, and turn towards the voice. It's a boy, about Kurt's age, with brown curly hair escaping from a woolly hat, holding a camera. Before Kurt or the man can react, the boy takes several photos and then charges into Kurt's attacker.
There's a fight for a minute, Kurt manages to roll away and sit upright, hugging his knees. The other boy punches the man, and the man scarpers.
The boy took more photos as he ran off, before yelling "Bastard!"
He turned towards Kurt. "Shall I call the hospital?"
Kurt nods, unable to speak, he feels so dirty, so exposed. He hugs his knees tighter and listens to the boy.
"I'm Blaine by the way, Blaine Anderson. I go to Dalton Academy, you won't know me. Are you ok, did he hurt you? I tried to hurt him as well, and I took photos, so he could be sent to prison. What's your name so I can tell the ambulance?"
Kurt doesn't speak, instead he hands Blaine a card with his name, address, and phone number on. Blaine takes out his cell phone and dials the hospital. Kurt doesn't hear most of the conversation, he tries to block out the man's hands, and then everything goes black.