A laugh, sharp and brittle, rang through the air.

Kurt whimpered. The chair he was tied to rattled from the force of the tremors, violently shaking through his body. Part of the reason he was shaking was fear. The other part was cold. Kurt was naked and in his chilled basement bedroom.

Karofsky towered over the frail teen, raising his fist menacingly. "Don't you dare make a single fucking noise," he said in a low, gruff voice.

Kurt cringed at the obvious threat. He thought about the only thing in his life recently that had been worthwhile. Blaine. He let his eyes drift off as he thought about the raven haired singer, and he barely noticed when Karofsky unbuttoned and unzipped his dirty jeans. However, he did notice when a thick hand roughly grasped his hair.

Kurt gasped at the pain, and at the same time he felt a thick intrusion in his mouth, pushing forward until it hit the back of his throat. He choked, and let out a dry sob, which only made the bully grunt in pleasure and go harder.

Kurt wept, tears streaming down his face in a mad rush, sobs escaping his chest so often it hurt, but all the physical and emotional pain being caused only spurred Karofsky on. He got a sick pleasure from watching Kurt's face flash with torment and terror, and soon he was coming down his throat, forcing him to swallow his warm seed.

Karofsky pulled out and let go of Kurt's hair, feeling a few strands on his sweaty palm from where he had pulled too hard. He smirked as he eyed his handiwork, and pulled up his jeans and fastened them back up.

Before Kurt could even comprehend what was happening, a fist drew back and hit him square on the cheek. Karofsky's face was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.

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Kurt woke with a throbbing headache, a sore throat and a horrible feeling of dirtiness. He groaned and opened his eyes, only to squeeze them shut again against the blinding light in his room. Instead, he tried to shift his arms, and he felt the unfamiliar, crisp fabric of sheets and a gown surrounding him. He tried once more to open his eyes, but he felt a large hand on his shoulder and he was suddenly afraid. He felt the tears pool in his eyes as he began to remember what happened just before he got here.

The hand patted his shoulder gently, and he yelped at the feeling, so alike the one his attacker had. He opened his eyes to see his father sitting beside him, with a forlorn look on his face.

Seeing the face of one he loved in such a state made the tears spill over, and he threw his arms around the man he loved so much, openly sobbing as Burt awkwardly rubbed his back in comfort.

The pair sat there for a few minutes, silently conveying their emotions; hurt, comfort and love for the other.

Kurt reluctantly withdrew from the strong man's grasp and leant back on his pillows before looking around.

He was in hospital.

That bastard had put him in hospital.

Suddenly, Kurt felt a burning rage stirring in his belly like an animal, and his eyes narrowed as he thought about Karofsky.

He swivelled his head around, just meaning to glance at the rest of the room, which was mostly covered in flowers and 'Get Well Soon' cards, before his gaze rested on a sleeping Blaine.

His appearance was surprisingly unkempt, his hair was free of gel and unruly, his clothes were baggy, as if he had thrown them on in a hurry, and he was barefoot.

Kurt watched at Blaine stirred in his sleep and awoke, rubbing his eyes and glancing towards Burt, who was keeping his eyes on Kurt's face, as if he couldn't believe his precious son was in hospital.

Blaine turned his gaze to Kurt, and he saw the two aquamarine eyes were looking into his. Blaine got the curious feeling that those eyes were staring into his soul, and when he got over the feeling he whispered, almost to himself, "Kurt."

When Kurt heard that soft voice, broken with pain and shock, he felt himself wanting to sob into Blaine's soft neck.

Without thinking, both boys reached forward and wrapped their hands around each other, both sobbing, clutching each other as if they needed each others contact to live.

Blaine moved his mouth to Kurt's ear and whispered gently into it.

"I love you."

TBC

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