Author's Note: This story takes place around 2x7-2x8. It contains some violence, and TRIGGER WARNING, it roughly mentions cutting. So if this triggers you, please don't read this chapter. Just PM me and I will fill you in with what happened throughout this chapter.
So this chapter made me extremely upset writing it. Some pretty bad things happen to some characters, so please don't hate me. It made me just as sad to write it. (Hint: No one dies, and no one is seriously physically injured throughout this chapter.
So thank you for (hopefully) starting to read my story! It means A LOT!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee.
"Just admit you like him." Mercedes demanded as she and Kurt stared distastefully at the cafeteria food.
"Please, after the Rachel-Jessie scenario, no thank you. We're just friends. Nothing but Glee club ever comes up." Kurt replied half-heartedly, his mind being overtaken by the pain of recent bruises he received last period.
"We'd be happy for you Kurt. And the boy saved your life, he doesn't seem like a traitor to me." Mercedes retorted, her eyes gleaming with love as she saw the fresh batch of tater-tots being brought out.
Kurt side-eyed her judgmentally, tater-tots were high calorie, high cholesterol snacks that he wouldn't be caught dead eating. But he was used to Mercedes antics and her crazy love for tater-tots. He wouldn't judge her; you can't control what you like. He of all people knows that.
"So are we on for Friday?" Mercedes asked with a mouth full of tater-tots.
"I can't. Blaine got us tickets for a new play." Kurt disclosed.
"By us you mean all three of us, right?" Mercedes said sharply.
"…I think he could only score two." Kurt said as Karofsky knocked his tray over, salad clattering all over the floor.
A few heads turned at the noise, but mostly everyone continued on with their conversations.
"You okay?" Mercedes comforted.
"Yeah, it's fine. I can always get more." Kurt sighed, kneeling down to pick his tray back up. As Kurt reached out to grab the fallen utensils, his sleeve rolled up, revealing deep bruises and scars.
"Kurt! What happened?" Mercedes screeched, grabbing hold of Kurt's wrist before he had a chance to turn away.
"N-nothing. I have to go." Kurt insisted, pulling out of Mercedes' grasp and practically dashing out of the cafeteria.
Kurt quickly ran into the boys bathroom, the only place he knew he was safe from Mercedes. When she wanted to find something out, she would stop at nothing to. As Kurt curled up into the corner of the large bathroom stall, his phone buzzed.
Courage
-Blaine
With this, Kurt's world froze, as did every time Blaine did something simple like this. His heart skipped a beat, and he fell harder and harder in love with the boy he only met a couple of weeks ago.
Kurt carefully slid his phone back into his backpack and bravely strutted out of the boys bathroom. He didn't care what anyone thought about him at that moment, he had Blaine, who meant so much to Kurt that it scared him.
Kurt couldn't help but let the adoring smile and blush spread over his face when Blaine texted him during glee club rehearsal that afternoon. Even though it was a repeat of Blaine's previous text, it made him feel better each time. Kurt's quiet chuckle elicited some attention from the boys sitting next to him, which made Kurt instantly quiet down and continue watching the girls perform a surprisingly amazing performance of Living on a Prayer. It may not have caught the attention of Kurt as much as it did the other boys, considering the girls were clad in tight leather clothing and wind whipping through their hair. He enjoyed the performance, but couldn't keep his mind off of Blaine. He finally had someone who made him feel important.
As the performance finally came to a close, Kurt scurried out of the room as quickly as he could. He partially did it to avoid any awkward conversations or deeply personal questions from Mercedes, but mostly so he could visit Blaine at Lima Bean.
Their quickly progressing friendship seemed to confuse everyone, but Blaine really understood him. Ever since he had saved Kurt's life and held him in his arms, they immediately became the best of friends. Kurt didn't care if it confused his fellow glee club peers at McKinley, they barely noticed his presence anyways.
As Kurt attempted to enter his Navigator, a strong, clammy hand clenched around his shoulder, whipping his body around. Kurt's breath hitched as he saw who it was, Karofsky. A fist suddenly came into contact with his stomach, knocking the wind out of Kurt. He felt like he was going to heave over and pass out, just as another punch struck him across the face, forcing Kurt to slam into his Navigator window and fall into a heap in front of Karofsky.
"That's what you get for being a fag." Karosfky shouted, kicking Kurt in the side and storming away.
Kurt sobbed loudly, his tears and blood pooling together on the cold, dirty parking lot pavement beneath him. He felt like he was going to die there, being worthless and making nothing out of his life. No one was going to find him, no one cared enough to. Even if some student saw him lying there, bleeding extensively, they wouldn't even stop to lend a hand. Kurt was too different, to unique for his own good. Kurt began to feel dizzy, as he noticed the large amount of blood staining his shirt and on the pavement beneath him. His sight began to blur, falling into a deep sleep.
What felt like a huge, confusing blur of dystopia suddenly dissipated as Kurt was awoken by the feint sound of ambulances and the loud, heart breaking screams and sobs of someone familiar shouting his name.
"Kurt! Kurt! Please, wake up. It's Blaine." The voice shouted.
Kurt slowly blinked his eyes open, his vision still extremely blurry, but making out the silhouette of a boy in a navy blue blazer.
"B-Blaine. I'm sorry I missed our coffee outing. I must of…I must of fallen asleep." Kurt replied, his body feeling oddly numb. He didn't think waking up normally felt like this.
He could hear Blaine let out a happy sob, and could see his beautiful hazel/brown eyes squint, a sure sign that he was smiling.
"Oh Kurt. Just relax, its okay. Soon you're going to be in a nice, warm room where you can properly take a nap. I'll just take a rain check on that coffee date." Blaine smiled, slowly stroking Kurt's forearm that was hidden under a wool blanket.
"Oh." Kurt smiled at the word date. "And can you tell F-Finn to turn down his video game? I can hear the sirens all the way from over here." Kurt asked groggily.
"Of course." Blaine chuckled; glad Kurt was feeling no pain. Blaine knew what it felt like to be lying on the cold cement floor, body aching and drenched in blood, feeling like the world was collapsing in on him. He was extremely thankful that Kurt was feeling none of that, was too out of it and numb from the cold that he felt nothing. But what Blaine dreaded was when Kurt was whisked away to the hospital and given the news that he was just gay bashed. Blaine remembered that that the physical pain hurt extremely bad, but the fact that he had been bullied for being himself hurt more than any broken bones or bruises.
AN: Thank you for reading, it means a lot. Like a lot a lot. Readers and comments are literally the hugest self-confidence booster ever, to me. So if you have the time, please comment/review and/ or critique! I am also open to suggestions for future chapters.
PS: It get's better. Please don't let anyone bring you down. Just remember, it doesn't matter if they are throwing sticks and stones at you, or calling you the meanest of names, you will always have someone out there who cares for you.