(A/N: Wow! I'm actually pleasantly surprised at the response to this story! Free cookies&kittens for everyone (/^u^)/)

Triggers/Warnings: Mention of self harm, mild gay bashing.

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, Kurt would've been on that train and Ryan Murphy would've been in front of it.

Chapter 2

Dave glared at Kurt in distaste, a scowl on his lips. "What are YOU doing here fag? Coming to get some rhinestones to bedazzle your fairy clothes?" he sneered. "You should leave before you infect this place with all of your gay, I don't want to catch any diseases."

The force of a rough hand pushing against Kurt's shoulder sent him into the brick wall before he sank to the dust covered cement. He could feel something cool dripping down his back as he lowered his head, awaiting the impending attack. Shivers racked his lithe frame as crushed ice and red dye #7 soaked through his clothes and made it's way into some very uncomfortable places.

Kurt had had enough. He had enough of the name calling. He had enough of the dumpster tosses and the locker shoves. He had just had enough. His body trembled as he stood up, arms bracing the wall to keep him from falling. With all of the pent up anger inside of him, he stood up fully, looking Dave in the eye and giving him one of his famous bitch glares. "What the actual fuck."

Dave scoffed and turned away, heading for the dark alleyway to the side of the store. But Kurt wasn't having any of it. He followed Dave close behind and shouted "Hey! I'm talking to you!" This made Dave stop. He turned on his feet and stared at Kurt, raising one eyebrow slightly higher than the other. He rolled his eyes, turned back around and continued to walk.

This made Kurt angry. Not just angry, but downright furious! He marched straight up to Dave and grabbed onto his shoulder, effectively turning him around so they were facing each other. "Why David? WHY? Why do you feel the need to bring not just me, but EVERYONE down? What's in it for you? I don't see the fucking president coming to the school to say 'Congratulations for beating that kid up! Here's an award!' so WHY?"

Then there were rough, calloused hands grabbing his face and dry, chapped lips pressing hard against his own. Kurt's eyes widened as the sudden realization hit him. David Karofsky, the boy who made his life a living hell, who pushed him and shoved him and called him names, was kissing him. His shaking hands pushed the body back as he backed up. He felt the cool brick of the side of the building as he slid down to the floor. His breath became laboured and tears stung at his eyes. He waited until he could just barely see the blurry form of the man who kissed him walking away before he let the tears fall.

Kurt awoke from his unpleasant reverie by a loud knock on his bathroom door followed be a gruff voice echoing throughout the bathroom. "Kurt, you okay in there? It's 7:30, you've been in the shower for over an hour."

Kurt muttered a brief "shit" to himself at the time before looking at his pruned hands and replying to his father. "Yea, I'm fine. I just lost track of time, I guess. But it's okay, I'm getting out now. "

"Okay kid" he heard his father reply. "Just as long as you're alright." The sound of footsteps muffled on carpet was heard from the hallway as Kurt stepped out of the shower and into the now cool air. He grabbed a towel off of the rack and wrapped it around his waist, before standing in front of the mirror to look at his reflection.

To say that Kurt disliked what he saw is a major understatement. His face was contorted in disgust as he poked, prodded, and grabbed at every visible piece of fat that resided on his body. His eyes finally landed on his lips as the scene replayed itself over and over in his mind. With his eyes still glued to his face, his right hand subconsciously grabbed the shaving razor on the side of his sink.

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