Karofsky picked Kurt up by the shirt, ramming him up against the lockers in the boy's locker room. "I told you not to push me, Hummel!" He growled, shaking the frail boy. "You're going to pay if this gets out!"
That was it; Karofsky's lips smothered Kurt's. It was over for Kurt. The boy aggressively grinding against him demolished all the hopes he had for a romantic first kiss with a boy he loved.
Karofsky continued his assault, tearing violently at Kurt's shirt.
"N-no!" Kurt cried out through pockets of air between Karofsky's lips.
Karofsky pulled his lips from Kurt's as he ripped the button down Armani shirt the boy was wearing. "Are you trying to defy me, Hummel?" He roared, allowing the mangled material to fall open at Kurt's sides, exposing the boy's smooth skin.
"S-stop this!" Kurt demanded, his eyes wide with terror as he frantically attempted to pull away from Karofsky's grip.
At that moment, the locker room door flew open.
"Who the fuck is that?" Karofsky screamed, shoving Kurt into the lockers once more before stomping toward the door.
Blaine had snuck around the lockers to avoid Karofsky. Once he saw Kurt slumped over on the floor, he rushed toward him. "Kurt?" He exclaimed, bending to be at eye level with him. "Are you alright?" He asked, tearing off his blazer to cover the younger boy.
Kurt's eyes shot open when he heard Blaine's voice. "B-Blaine?" He inquired quickly. "W-what are you… doing here?"
Blaine quickly glanced up to make sure that Karofsky hadn't returned. "I didn't hear from you after first period as usual… and you weren't answering my text messages or phone calls, so I knew something was wrong." He muttered, his eyes narrowing into a glare when he took a look at the disheveled boy.
Kurt was silent for a moment. 'Blaine came all the way here… for me…' he thought, blushing faintly. He couldn't believe that someone had cared that much. As he felt the embarrassment warm him, he pulled the blazer closer.
Blaine gently ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. "Are you okay?" He asked again, attempting to calm himself.
Kurt carefully examined Blaine's face. He looked beyond pissed off. "I-I'm fine… really…" His voice trailed off as he heard a shuffling noise.
Before anyone knew what was going on, Blaine had been thrown against the floor length mirror on the wall.
Kurt's head snapped up to see Karofsky storming over to the crumpled figure that he had just thrown. "B-Blaine!" Kurt cried, jumping to his feet.
"Stay out of this, Hummel!" Karofsky huffed, turning and punching Kurt in the stomach, knocking the boy out.
All the breath left Kurt's body as he fell to the ground. His blurred vision could only make out the sight of Blaine's limp body, and a pool of blood that had begun collecting underneath him. It was then that Kurt began to drift out of consciousness.
"K-Kurt!" Blaine called, quickly pulling shards of broken mirror from his skin. When he didn't hear a response from the boy, he glared up at Karofsky.
Karofsky took the shards of glass from Blaine and held them in his hands. "Here, let me give you a hand with that, queer!" He grumbled.
As soon as Blaine felt like he could move, he attempted to sit up. Once he was off the ground, he used the wall to help him shimmy himself up to his feet. "So you must be Karofsky?" Blaine mumbled, his eyes were enraged as they took in the large boy standing between himself and Kurt.
"You got that right, homo. And if you were smarter, you wouldn't have come in here and interrupted in the first palace. "
Although Kurt was passed out on the floor, he felt like he could hear screams; his own screams.
Blaine heard the faint screaming as well, but he knew he couldn't lose his focus.
"Whatever little gay mind tricks you freaks are doing…better stop!" He roared, charging toward Blaine. Once Blaine was in his grasp, he quickly pushed the boy's head through the window.
Blaine screamed loudly, pounding his feet against Karofsky in an attempt to get away from his grasp.
Karofsky ignored Blaine's pleas. With anger in his eyes and hatred fueling his heart, Karfosky pulled the boy back slowly, allowing the thick shards of glass to penetrate his neck. Once he was sure the glass was in the boy's neck, he slowly pulled the Blaine's body from the window, allowing the shards to sever whatever stood in their way.
A gurgling sound erupted from the boy's throat once Karofsky and thrown the body to the ground.
Giving the limp body a final kick, Karofsky made his way to Kurt, who still lay unconscious on the ground.
"Hummel." He hissed, slapping the boy in the face.
Kurt woke up immediately. He, just as quickly, made his way over to Blaine. "Oh my God, Karofsky! What the hell did you do to him?" He demanded, his eyes trembled as he took them from Karofsky to Blaine.
"He interrupted." Karofsky muttered, walking over to the boy and standing directly in front of him now. "If you make a move…I will kill you next…" He grumbled, soon preparing to crush Blaine.
Kurt had to do something, and it had to be done immediately. As soon as Kurofsky took a stop toward the boy, Kurt sprung at Karofsky's foot in an attempt to make him lose balance.
Karofsky stumbled back, quickly grasping Kurt by the back of his neck. "I warned you Hummel." He spat, soon heaving the boy into one of the shower stalls.
Falling head first into the shower stalls caused Kurt to fall into an even deeper state of unconsciousness.
Blaine used every ounce of his energy to turn and face Karofsky. "You should not…be afraid of who you are…we weren't…"
Karofsky punched the wall beside Blaine. "I'm not like you fucking fags!" He shot back. "I told you that I would kill you!" He added, pulling out a switchblade knife. He then sunk to his knees into the pool of Blaine's blood. "Any last words?" He asked, allowing the knife to caress Blaine's neck.
"There is help for you…" Blaine coughed out.
Then. That was it.
Karofsky pushed the knife into Blaine's neck, quickly and forcefully ripping his entire neck open. As the blood began to gush out onto Karofsky, he turned towards the showers. "This is all your fault, Hummel." He muttered in a tone that suggested fulfillment. His lips curled back into a grimace as he stood up and walked into the showers to find where Kurt had passed out. Once there, Karofsky wiped Blaine's blood unto Kurt's hands. "You've got his blood on your hands now." He added with a cackle of satisfaction and humor.
Karofsky left the looker room, but when he did so, he appeared completely clean of any blood, and back in school clothes.
Though the silence in the room, Kurt could only faintly hear the turn of a lock.
With the lock of the key, the door would remain closed forever.
…..
"Ahhh!" Kurt screamed, his body flailing around on his bed like a fish out of water.
Hearing the screams, Blaine immediately knew it was Kurt. He quickly turned around and ran into the boy's room. "K-Kurt?" He inquired, walking toward the distressed figure on the bed.
"B-Blaine?" Kurt exclaimed, quickly hiding under his covers from embarrassment.
Faintly sighing, Blaine sat at the edge of Kurt's bed, gently combing through his hair. "Kurt, was it another nightmare?"