A/N This took me forever to write. Last part of the first scene. I want to hide in a corner. Please review.

The man roughly flipped Kurt onto his stomach, knocking the breath out of him, and smacking his jaw onto the hard ground. Kurt barely had time to regain his senses when he felt the man forcefully thrust two fingers into his ass. He screeched out in pain as the man thrust his fingers in and out of his hole, setting a fast and cruel pace. The pain from sudden stretch of the man's intrusion, and the drag from his dry walls was enough to make Kurt sob out in distress. The man's fingers picked up in pace, and scissored roughly inside Kurt, making him stretch involuntarily. He tried to get away from the man's brutal efforts, trying to jerk himself out of the man's grasp, to no avail.

Kurt could feel the man's hardness against his thigh, and the fingers inside his ass starting to leave little tears in his walls. Just as suddenly as he had started, the man yanked his fingers from Kurt's abused hole. Kurt cried out in pain and surprise, wincing at the trickle of blood that started to drip down his thigh. He tried once again to plead with the man, only to have the man shove his fingers in his mouth. He could taste the faint metallic taste of his own blood and something musky, probably himself. The man pushed his fingers deep into Kurt's mouth until he was practically gagging, saliva dripping down his chin. When he was satisfied, the man pulled his fingers out of Kurt's mouth, slathering the saliva across his hole. The saliva mixed with the blood that was slowly trickling down his crack, making Kurt uncomfortably slick.

Kurt felt the man line his cock up with his entrance, and tried once again to deny his fate, lashing out at the man. Not at all deterred by his resistance, the man latched his fist into the hair at the nape of Kurt's neck, and yanked back harshly. Kurt let out a strangled cry as the man used the grip he had on his hair as leverage and he thrust roughly into his tight hole, bottoming out completely. Kurt could feel the man's cock tear him from the inside out as he thrust into him violently. He screamed out in agony as the man set a rapid pace of forceful thrusts, burying himself deep inside Kurt's hole. The man brought himself flush against Kurt, the new angle allowing him to bottom out with each thrust into his abused hole. The stifling body heat of the man, and the feel of the man's cock ripping him apart made him feel utterly possessed by the man in the worst possible way.

The force of the man's assault was so violent that he knocked the breath out of Kurt with each thrust. Kurt was barely able to catch his breath, beginning to feel lightheaded from his lack of oxygen and the burning pain in his sensitive ass. He was beginning to feel numb, not only from the waist down, but in his mind, as if he wasn't really being raped at the moment. The anguish that Kurt was forced to suffer had made his body and mind begin to detach themselves from reality. He couldn't help but think that he should have just let Blaine have his way with him earlier. It would have been infinitesimally better than what he was enduring at the moment, and he could at least pretend to enjoy Blaine's misguided affection.

Kurt was yanked back into reality by the sharp pain of the man's teeth digging into his shoulder and an exceptionally forceful thrust into his wrecked ass. He felt the searing pain of the man's come irritating the tears in his walls, the quickly coagulating fluid making him want to vomit. There was a burning pain in his ass as the man pulled his softening cock out of his abused ass. Finally regaining control of his own body, Kurt curled up into the fetal position, trying to block out the man's lingering presence. He shuddered when he felt the man's breath on his face, trying to turn his head away, but the man gripped his jaw and forced Kurt to look at him. The dull moonlight cast a dark shadow across his face, his eyes glinting maliciously. The man reached into his back pocket, pulling out a switch blade, flipping it open and holding it to Kurt's neck. Kurt could feel the sting of the blade cutting into the delicate skin of his neck, making him fear for his life.

"Hmm...I was going to kill you, but it seems like such a waste of something so pretty." the man sneered down at him, a crooked smirk playing on his features. With one last brutal kiss, the man turned and left, not sparing a second glance at the broken and battered boy.

Kurt laid frozen, curled in on himself, shivering from the cold and shock. He waited until he heard the man's car door slam, and saw headlights receding into the dark night. His muscles were stiff from the man's assault, giving him a difficult time when he attempted to sit up. Finally managing to get his body to agree with him, Kurt pulled himself upright, wincing and letting out a cry of agony. The cold, hard ground made his tender ass burn with a searing pain, making him sob involuntarily. Disregarding the pain in his behind to the best of his ability, Kurt pulled his pants back up over his quickly bruising skin. Regaining his balance slowly, he set back out towards his home, hoping that he would not come into contact with anyone else that night.

Kurt arrived at his home hours later, jimmying the lock on the back door and praying that he would not wake any of his family members. He sneaked his way up the stairs to his bedroom, wincing as each step put pressure on his injuries. When he reached his room, he had to ignore the temptation to throw himself into his bed, forcing himself to strip off his clothes instead. Throwing his ruined clothes into his laundry basket, he made his way to his attached bath, turning the shower to the hottest setting possible. Kurt showered as if his mind was on autopilot, the numbness of the cold night lingering on his skin blocking out the scorching burn of the water. He watched as the water that ran down his leg turned from red, to a light pink, only shutting off the water when it ran clear. He toweled himself off mindlessly, trying to avoid his bruises and scratches. It wasn't until he settled himself in bed that reality hit him, and he began to sob, pressing his face into his pillow to muffle his cries.