Disclaimer: I still don't Own Glee.

THIS CHAPTER has rape, you are warned!

Things in Italics are flashbacks :} So don't get confused.

Kurt wanted to go home, but he knew that was a pretty far fetched wish right now.

He knew what these evil men were going to do to him, as he felt himself being thrown on a soft surface.

He closed his eyes tight, not wanting to look Duke in the eyes, not wanting to see the face of the two men who were going to take away his innoncence; Something that was being saved for Blaine. Blaine, what was Blaine going to think of him after this? He would be disgusted, Blaine wouldn't be his first.

The countertenor choked back a sob, when he heard the bedroom door shut.

He didn't want to die like his mother.

His mother, what would she think? Would she be disappointed that the strong willed boy she raised couldn't hold back two men.

"Hello, cutie." He heard Johnny chuckled, he closed his eyes impossibly tighter, if possible.

He wasn't at this terrible place, he was home, with his mother.

"Kurt, honey, what's wrong?" Elizabeth Hummel asked her five year old son, he was laying on his bed with his knees tucked beneath his chin. He came home crying, like usual.

"I don't want to go back there mommy, they all hate me." He sniffed, he was very smart for his age, so most kids treated him as an outcast. He'd never really had a friend.

"Why is that? How do you know they hate you?" She questioned softly, she laid down next to her son, gently pushing his bangs out of his face like she usually would.

"They call me names, and make fun of me, b-because they say I act like a girl." He sobbed.

Elizabeth took a deep breath; her son was "different" she knew that. Most boy's like football, Kurt liked tea parties. Most boy's wanted to watch football with their dad's, Kurt wanted to go shopping with his mommy. All he asked to get for his birthday is a pair of sensible heels, but Kurt was special, and sweet. Elizabeth didn't get how children could be so cruel, in her eyes, her son was beautiful.

"Your beautiful honey, inside and out, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?" She whispered, holding her son tightly against her chest.

"Mommy, what is gay?" Kurt asked quietly.

Elizabeth felt tears in her eyes, "Why do you ask that baby?" She already knew.

"One of the boy's called me it today." He whispered, playing with the lace on his mother's dress.

"Don't listen to them, your perfect." She sniffed.

Kurt was brought back to reality with Johnny's voice.

"Open your eyes."

Kurt opened his eyes, the tears that he was keeping back falling down his porcelain cheeks.

Both men were fully naked; Johnny reached for Kurt's belt, the realisation of the situation finally hitting the countertenor.

He screamed, loud, kicking at the two men, who were trying to pull his pants off. Kurt scrambled backwards, against the headboard, tucking his legs close to his body.

"Oh, come on, baby don't fight." Duke grinned darkly, he grabbed Kurt's ankle; he pulled the younger boy on his back once more.

"No! No get off of me!" Kurt screeched, kicking Duke in the face, who was reaching down to kiss the countertenors neck.

Kurt fell off the bed, running to the door. He went to reach for the doorknob but, once again, being thrown to the ground. He felt a heavy weight on his back; Johnny reached down grabbing the back of the porcelain boy's hair.

"Little bitch!" He heard Duke grunt, he was still holding his bloody nose; Kurt had kicked him pretty hard, that was one of the positives from being an ex Cheerio.

"Your going to cooperate, you little bitch, or I swear I will kill Blaine." Kurt froze at Johnny's words.

"NO! NO! Don't touch Blaine!" Kurt yelled.

"Then cooperate, or we'll take you downstairs, and bring Blaine up here." He whispered in the countertenors ear.

Johnny was fully naked, and Kurt could feel his throbbing erection on his back.

"Got it?" Jonny hissed.

Kurt nodded, "Yes."

"Good, now get on the fucking bed!" He roared, he got off the younger boy.

Kurt scrambled to the bed, laying back. This was for Blaine, he didn't want Blaine to get hurt.

"Can't wait to get inside you." Duke whispered, reaching for the countertenors belt. Johnny walked over helping Duke, he started unbuttoning Kurt's shirt. He ripped it off the countertenors body.

Johnny sighed in awe, "Nice body."

Kurt closed his eyes once more. He felt Johnny's warm lips kissing all over his upper body, he let out a pathetic whimper as he felt his pants and boxers being pulled off his body. He wanted to cry, and fight, but he couldn't risk it.

He felt dukes rough hands massaging between his legs, Kurt felt sick.

"Your hard, I knew you were a whore." Duke chuckled.

"I-I don't want this." Kurt whimpered.

"Shh, don't talk." Johnny ordered, bringing his index finger to Kurt's mouth. Kurt wasn't thinking, he bit down hard on the older man's finger.

"Ah! Shit!" Johnny pulled back his finger.

Kurt smirked in truimph, but that ended in a cry as Johnny's fist came across his face.

"Lets just get this over with!" Johnny smiled.

Kurt felt his legs being spread, making him feel exposed.

"Ready princess?" Duke asked.

"No! Please no!" Kurt sobbed.

"Have fun Duke." Johnny grinned, he'd started getting dressed; he didn't feel like getting bit anymore.

Duke thrusted into Kurt's writhing body, no lube, just dry. The countertenor screeched, he felt himself being ripped apart from the inside. This should be Blaine, Blaine would be easy and loving.

"Mmm, tight bitch!" Duke moaned, thrusting harder into the countertenor's virgin entrance. Kurt could hear his crying and sobbing, he sounded pathetic, and he knew it.

"No, oh god please, no." Kurt sobbed silently to himself.

He closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain, trying to block out the noises Duke was making.

He spread Kurt's kicking legs impossibly farther apart, thrusting harder.

"I love me a good virgin." Duke moaned.

"Blaine! Help me Blaine!" Kurt screeched again, he knew it was useless; Blaine couldn't save him. No one could.

Kurt's cries eventually died down, he stared blankly at the wall to his left. Duke's moans filled the room, Kurt would wince or cry out when he would thrust to hard.

"Daddy where is mommy?" 7 year old Kurt Hummel asked his father.

Burt frowned, trying to hide his tears, "Son, she's not coming back."

Kurt smiled gently, "Of course she is, she just went shopping."

"She's not coming back Kurt!" Burt snapped at his son.

Kurt stared at his father wide eyed, his dad never yelled at him. He felt tears in his eyes, he turned around and ran to his room.

Again, he found himself crying in his room, legs tucked close to his body. He expected his mom to come in, and cheer him up, but she was gone.

She wasn't coming back.

He really needed someone to tell him he was perfect right now.

Duke moaned and cummed in the younger boy, pulling out and recieving a yelp from the countertenor.

"Should be sore for awhile, now lets hear that sarcasm of yours." He chuckled, grabbing his clothes and leaving the porcelain boy, to cry.

He felt blood trickling down his thighs, he felt wetness on his behind, he felt dirty, and he felt ugly.

"Oh, Blaine," He sobbed, "I'm so sorry."

"Your beautiful honey, inside and out." He could hear his mom whisper

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