Author's Blurbs: Thank you everyone, for the reviews, alerts and favorites. And I am so sorry for the mix up.

Summary: Something has happened to Kurt, and now it is up to Blaine to figure it out before its too late. Can he salvage their friendship? Or will it turn into something more?

Warnings: Language, angst, harassment, allusion to rape, etc.

Words: 1812.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, if I did it would rain Red Vines, A LOT. :D And I do not own A Very Potter Musical. (Which there is a reference to it somewhere, mega kudos if you find it!)

I've seen your flag on the marble arch,

And love is not a victory march,

It's a cold and it's a broken

Hallelujah

Kurt didn't move for the longest time. He didn't want to, it hurt too much to move. But he knew that he had to move otherwise he would be found. And no one would ever know what happened.

It didn't happen.

Finally, he got up. He felt his body protest with pain against the movement. Kurt could feel his legs shaking against his weight.

It didn't happen

He grabbed his clothes and started to dress, moving slowly as his body continued to protest. He winced as he pulled up his underwear and pants. He decided that he would not put his tie back on. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

It didn't happen.

He grabbed his books and began to shove them back in his bag, followed closely by his notebooks.

He could not help but notice that a certain putrid smell still lingered in the air.

It didn't happen.

He winced again as he sat down in the seat of his car, refusing to pay attention to the fact that he backside was screaming in pain.

It didn't happen

He was glad that no one was there when he got home. His father was still at work, Finn was at Glee practice and Carole was grocery shopping. Kurt didn't think they could handle their questions at this moment. He quickly put down his bag and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. He stripped quickly and turned on the water, letting it run until it got near scalding hot. Steam began to fill the bathroom. He jumped in and quickly started to scrub, trying to get rid of the fifthly feeling that plagued his body. He watched as the water turned into a pinkish color as it circled around the drain. He felt tears fall mixing in with the shower water.

It didn't happen.

He put the towel on quickly and frowned as his clothes on the floor. He picked up his white shirt, his frown etching further into his face as he spotted the splotches of blood on it.

It didn't happen.

He threw the shirt and underwear quickly into the closet. He would figure out what to do with them later. Luckily his blazer and pants did not have blood on them. He hung the pants and blazer up quickly and shut the door. His eyes traveled downward until the came across something carved into his stomach, two letters etched near his underwear-line, DK. He felt his breath quicken, no longer being able to handle the pain. He could feel the edges of his vision start to darken. He could not catch his breath. He fell into the bed as a wave of nausea hit, letting the unconsciousness take hold.

It didn't happen.

He didn't wake till he heard a knock on the door.

"Kurt?" Came a gruff voice from the other side. It was his father. "Dinner is ready."

He could not let his dad see him, not right now. He had to think of an excuse. " Dad I am not feeling too good, I think I am just going to go to bed. My stomach can't hold food right now."

"Are you okay buddy? Can I come in?" His dad asked. Kurt was thankful that when he fell down, there were no bruising on his face. Yeah, that was what happened, he fell down. He climbed underneath the comforter and brought the comforter up to his neck. "Yeah come in."

His dad came through the door, worry etched into his face. He walked over to Kurt's bed and put his hand on Kurt's forehead. "You seem a bit warm, maybe you should stay home from school tomorrow."

"Dad I am fine, I am sure it's just a twenty four hour bug. I will be fine by tomorrow." Kurt said.

"Okay buddy, just get some sleep okay." Kurt nodded as his dad turned off the light and closed the door. Kurt felt himself fall back into sleep not long after.

It didn't happen. It didn't happen. It didn't happen.

He was back in the Warbler's practice room. He could feel the hands touching him all over, groping him. His breath on his ear, his legs being pulled apart. Kurt tried to scream, but he couldn't, he just struggled. He felt hands on his neck now, constricting his airways. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move.

I am going to kill you.

Kurt!

You fucking told, I can't believe you fucking told. I told you what would happen if you told.

KURT!

He saw a body lying there in a pool of blood, but it was not just anyone. It was Blaine. His eyes open in shock.

KURT!

Someone was shaking him as he was being strangled. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. It was all over. He had lost.

KURT!

Kurt opened his eyes and sat up. He felt tears start to emerge from his eyes and he was breathing heavily trying to catch his breath again. He looked over and saw a glimpse of Finn's concerned face through the moonlight. Kurt laid back down and covered himself quickly, moving the comforter back up to his neck.

"Kurt are you okay man?" Finn asked concernedly.

"Yes Finn, it was a nightmare, everyone has nightmares," Kurt said sarcastically. "I am sorry if I woke you."

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" Finn asked again, a little more timid this time.

"I just had a dream. I was singing in my underwear on stage and everyone was booing me off and throwing tomatoes at me," Kurt lied. "I am sorry again if I woke you."

"It's okay, I was just worried. Goodnight Kurt," said Finn. For a second there, Kurt worried that Finn did not believe him. He quickly got rid of that thought and tried to get back to sleep.

It didn't happen.

The next morning at breakfast, Kurt decided to make some toast real quick and head out the door. He was glad that it was still colder out and he could get away with wearing a scarf. Also he got up a little earlier to make sure he was up and out before his dad and stepbrother were awake. He did not want to face his brother or father this morning. He grabbed a glass, filled it with water and grabbed some aspirin. He took the medicine quickly before anyone could walk in on him.

"Kurt are you feeling better?" Came a voice entering the kitchen. Kurt turned around to see Carole smiling at him with concern. "Your father said you were not feeling good. And Finn said you were having a nightmare last night."

"Yeah. I just had one of those bad fever induced nightmares. I am better today," Kurt answered.

"Are you sure you want to go to school today?" Carole asked.

"Yeah, I can't afford to miss a day. Too much work to make up. And besides, I feel better," Kurt said biting into a piece of toast.

"Okay hon, I hope you have a great day at school." Carole said kissing Kurt on top of the head.

It didn't happen.

The school day went by slowly. He had thought he had heard Blaine calling his name out in between classes, but he kept going. He did not want to see Blaine right now. Kurt was dreading the Warbler's practice today. He didn't know what he was going to do about practice. He did not want to go back into that room. No wait, he tripped, that's right. Nothing happened.

It didn't happen.

He was shocked to hear a ping of his phone during the study hour. He thought he had turned his phone on silent. He grabbed his phone out of his bag. He frowned slightly, not recognizing the number. He regretted opening the message instantly.

"Hey thanks for the god fuck. You are such a tight little whore. Can't wait to fuck you again you little slut."

He deleted the messaged instantly.

It didn't happen. It didn't happen. It didn't happen.

Classes had finally ended for the day. Words could not begun to express how happy he was. He could feel the effects of the aspirin start to wear off and the pain return. Now he just had to get through the Warbler's practice and then he could go home and curl up in bed. He was also relieved that his test had been pushed back to next week. But he still had a lot of papers still to write.

He walked into Warblers practice and sat down in the back, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Also he wanted to be far away from the spot where he tripped. When he saw Blaine enter, he looked down, hoping that Blaine would not see him. No such luck. Blaine walked over, concern etched in his face.

"Hey are you okay? I called you in the hall earlier and you didn't respond. I thought things were okay after the coffee shop. Also did you get my text? You didn't text me back," Blaine babbled on.

"Yeah, sorry I have just been busy. You know, studying and all," Kurt answered.

"You sure? I thought the test was pushed back till next week," Blaine sounded almost disbelieving.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I still don't have other things to do," Kurt said coldly. Kurt was happy to hear the gavel seconds later. Blaine sat down beside him, still throwing concerned glances his way. Kurt ignored it.

"Today we will be singing Pink's classic song, 'Please don't leave me.' We will have Blaine singing the lead with us doing background vocals," Wes boomed, hitting his gavel. Kurt could swear that if Wes was able to marry that gavel, he would. " On that same note, we would like to say we have a sex addict in our midst. Somebody had sex in the Warbler's room yesterday. According to the janitor they left a nice puddle of their lovemaking for him to cleanup."

Kurt felt his breath catch. It didn't happen, It didn't happen. He tried to not draw attention to himself. He fell yesterday. That was all. That was why he was in pain. He would just need to take more aspirin when he got home.

"We would like to find out who this is, for this kind of depravity will not be tolerated." Wes continued. "If you have any information on this, please tell us."

The other Warblers started looking at each other and murmuring. Kurt gripped his chair tightly, trying to come across with a shocked expression.

"On another note, we are pleased to announce that Vocal Adrenaline lost their sectionals and thus are out of the competition. Since they were the top of their game last year, we are glad they are out now," Thad stated proudly.

"Their performance was dreadful, I must say. I was embarrassed for them," David added.

His phone vibrated again in his pocket. Kurt pulled it out of his pocket slightly and looked at it. He was hoping it was Mercedes wanting to hang out this weekend. Instead, it was a picture of a erect penis with the caption, "Can't wait to get this back inside you sexy. Maybe next time I can fuck your mouth too. ;)"

Kurt deleted it instantly. It didn't happen, It didn't happen. He felt nauseous and felt it growing hard to breathe again. His chest constricted, he could not breathe, he could not move. His heart was beating as if it was going to come out of his chest. He felt as if he was dying, as if he would never be able to catch his breath ever again. As the edges of his vision started to blacken, he hoped that no one noticed him falling.