Heyy y'all.(: So this is my first fic on here! Hooray! Not sure where exactly I plan to go with this. We'll just have to wait and see! Sorry if this is kind of short. Also, encouragement keeps me going so reviews are always nice... *hint hint*

I don't own Glee or any of the characters and blah blah blah.

This was a stupid idea. Of course this would happen. Why hadn't Kurt realized it sooner? Why did he force himself to live in some pathetic fantasy world? Karofsky had kept his word for a few weeks, sure. But after prom, when Santana had broken up with him and come out of the closet, he really had no need to keep the act up any more. Consequently, the bullying started again. Except this time, it was worse.

Today was one of the worst yet. Kurt was walking through the practically empty halls of McKinley one day after glee club practice. He was too preoccupied reading a text from Blaine and grinning like an idiot to notice Karofsky walking towards him from the other end of the hallway. Karofsky snarled when he saw him. Who did this fag think he was, anyway? Prancing down the hallways, never shutting up about his stupid boyfriend. Sadly, though, deep down he knew that it was mostly jealousy that drove his bullying and harassment towards Kurt. He was jealous of the fact that Kurt wasn't afraid to be himself like he was. He wouldn't fully admit that fact to himself. He couldn't.

Kurt was smiling widely as he text back a reply to Blaine. After he hit send, he pocketed his phone and looked up. The smile that had seemed almost permanent on his face before quickly turned into a worried frown as he saw Karofsky approaching him, barely two feet away now. He turned to walk in the other direction, not sure where he would go from there but just wanting to avoid the much larger, much more intimidating boy. However, the boy obviously had other plans. He reached out and grabbed at Kurt's shoulder, turning him around. Kurt winced internally, fearing what was to happen next.

"Don't touch me," he murmured, his voice cracking. He had meant for it to come out much stronger and even, now he was afraid it would just make things worse.

And it did. Karofsky laughed, almost maniacally, like a mad sciencist in an old horror movie.

"I'll touch you if I want to," Karofsky growled.

Kurt whimpered softly. He was scared. Beyond that, even. Multiple scenarios of what was to happen to him were racing through his mind. Karofsky took him by the shoulder and slammed him face first into the lockers. Kurt yelped in shock and pain, sliding down to his knees. Blood started to trickle down his nose, falling down the porcelain skin of his upper lip before landing on his mouth. He could taste it, the taste of his own blood. Tears threatened to spill from his glasz eyes. He couldn't cry, though. Not in front of Karofsky.

The boy stood above him, laughing again at what he saw. There he was, the boy who he had convinced himself that he absolutely hated. The boy who he was so jealous of. There he was, sitting on the floor in pain. In Karofsky's twisted mind, this was absolutely hilarious. How dare this homo go prancing around the halls, flirting with other guys! Who did he think he was? Karofsky was almost doubled over in laughter now. This was the funniest thing he had ever seen. That's what he deserved. He deserved the pain that he had caused him.

Kurt's eyes became even more and more watery. Why was he laughing? How was this funny? A tiny bit of relief washed over him as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Seeing something sweet from Blaine, his boyfriend, would hopefully make things just a little better. He slid the phone out of his pocket. He figured that Karofsky wouldn't notice due to his hysteric laughter. He couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face as he read the text message.

I have to go now. Be there to meet you for coffee in a few. I love you. xx

Kurt couldn't get over the last part. I love you. Blaine had said it before, but it meant so much to Kurt right now that he could barely handle it. Even more tears started to fill his eyes. It was too much. The tears started to spill down his cheeks. Some from happiness at his boyfriend's lovely message to him, some from Karofsky's laughter, and some from his horrible actions. Kurt was surprised that he still hadn't noticed that he had his phone out. His laughing wasn't as loud anymore, but he was still laughing nonetheless. Kurt decided to take a chance and text back a quick reply.

See you then. I lo-

That was as far as he got before Karofsky finally noticed him with his phone. He immediately snatched it from him and scoffed when he read what it said.

"See you then? I highly doubt you're going to be seeing anyone after this," he mumbled.

He tossed Kurt's phone against the lockers, causing the screen to crack. Even more hot tears started pouring out of Kurt's eyes. What did he mean by that? He tried to steady his breathing, but he couldn't. If he wasn't terrified before, he definitely was now. His body was shaking uncontrollably. This couldn't be happening. Why did he have to be so stupid? Why didn't he stay at Dalton, where it was safe? It was too late to worry about that now, though, because Karofsky was swinging his arm to punch Kurt in the stomach. The force of his fist caused Kurt to stop breathing for a moment. He hunched over, pain taking over his body.

"I could tell everyone your secret if I wanted to," he mumbled before he could stop his self.

That was not the right thing to do.

"Well, I'm not going to give you that chance," he snarled.

He kicked his face and punched him several more times. Kurt just sat there, limp and defenseless. Karofsky gave him another hard hit. Kurt felt sick and dizzy. The world seeming to be swirling this way and that. He could feel himself slowly fading out of conciousness.

Everything went black.