Kurt smiled as the autumn air blew softly against his cheek. "See you next Sunday," Kurt called cheerfully as the door closed to his favorite shop. La Boutique Grande was the only store in Lima that imported from Europe, so Kurt made a point of visiting every Sunday morning.
As he walked, Kurt thought about the past week. Dad and Carole got married, Finn finally decided to step up and be a brother, Karofsky was expelled, and even better, he met Blaine. Kurt had fallen, and fallen hard, but at least this time the guy was gay. Thinking of Blaine brought a smile to Kurt's lips, at least until he heard a voice from behind him.
"Hummel," spoke a strong, harsh voice. It was Karofsky. Kurt squared his shoulders and ignored him, picking up his pace slightly. He almost thought it was working, until a rough hand grabbed his arm.
"Let go of me!" Kurt tried to sound as strong as possible, but the break in his voice betrayed him.
"Not a chance fairy," he replied as he dragged Kurt into a nearby alley.
Kurt started struggling in earnest, but it was no use; Karofsky was too much stronger than him. "I'm sorry!" he cried as he was shoved against the big black fence that closed the alley in the back.
Karofsky smirked, but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes. "You're sorry? You're sorry? Because of you, I got kicked out of school, I'm on probation with my semi-pro hockey team, and my father won't let me go to a party for two months! And you're sorry?"
"P-please! I di-didn't m-mean any of i-it!" Kurt could feel the tears prickling his eyes, but he was determined not to cry in front of Karofsky.
"Besides all of that," Karofsky continued as if Kurt never spoke, "you gave me these feelings. You did this, it's all your fault!"
Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment Karofsky grabbed him behind the neck and pulled him toward him. As Karofsky kissed him, his hands started to wander. Kurt couldn't help the tears that cascaded down his face as Karofsky's hands landed and lingered at his butt. This shook Kurt out of his shock, and he started flailing, hitting Karofsky in the process. Karofsky pulled back, and Kurt started to breathe a sigh of relief, but it was stopped short as he received a blow to the stomach.
Suddenly Karofsky pulled out a switchblade. "Scream and I'll kill you! Got it?" Kurt nodded quickly. "Now lie down on your back." Kurt hesitated, so Karofsky punched him in the stomach, causing him to double over. "I said to lie down! You probably do it all the time for your little boyfriend, so why not do it for me?" Kurt lied down slowly, no longer trying to stem the flow of tears. He was going to be raped. He was going to be raped in this dirty alley. Kurt closed his eyes and resigned for the worst as Karofsky ripped his shirt open.
Kurt yelped and threw his eyes open as he felt the blade touch his skin. But it seemed Karofsky wasn't stabbing him. Instead, He was dragging the blade down his chest, then lifted the blade and drew a horizontal line across one side of the top. Kurt was whimpering, trying not to scream in pain. He let himself float away. He was so ashamed. He should have run while he could have. He should have screamed when he had the chance, but he hadn't wanted to make a scene. Blaine was all about courage. What would he think when Kurt couldn't even come up with the courage to defend himself.
Kurt yelped as Karofsky grabbed his shoulders, dragging him upward. He brought his lips to Kurt's ear and hissed, "You're a fag and now everyone will know, and now your little boyfriend won't want you! He won't want someone as damaged as you. No one in their right mind would want you now." He ripped Kurt's broken shirt off and stuffed it in his pocket. "This is your last warning. Get me in trouble again and this knife will carve out more than just words. Got it fag?" he asked as he jerked Kurt's chin to face him and brought the knife to Kurt's throat.
Kurt nodded vigorously.
"Say it! Promise not to get me into any more trouble!"
"I p-p-promise!" Kurt cried.
"Promise what?" Karofsky leered, his evil grin widening.
"I w-w-won't-t g-get you int-into an-ny more troub-ble!"
"Good boy," Karofsky hissed. He lent toward Kurt and kissed him one last time. "See ya later, fag!" With that he left the alley, turning right.
Kurt looked down at his chest, trying to stem his tears to see what Karofsky had done, but there was too much blood to see what was written. "How will I clean up this blood?" he wondered aloud, still sobbing slightly. "And how am I going to get home without a shirt?" He paused to wipe the tears from his eyes and take in his surroundings. He was in the alley next to La Boutique Grande, and it was Sunday, which meant that there would be the damaged clothing that had arrived throughout the week in the dumpster. He reached up to open the lid and his chest screamed in protest. Mercifully, the dumpster was full, so he just pulled the top trash bag out. As it fell, Kurt collapsed next to it. He had to work hard to steady his breathing. When he was sure he wasn't going to hyperventilate, he opened the bag. A pair of designer pants was on top. Although ruining such a nice pair of pants turned his stomach, Kurt needed something to put pressure on the cuts. He winced as the fabric touched his skin. Then he turned back to the bag and started digging one handed. Slowly, he pulled out two pairs of pants and a scarf before finding a shirt. It would be terribly big on him, but Kurt didn't have a choice. He was moving so slowly that by the time he found the shirt, his chest had stopped bleeding. Wincing as he pulled the material from his skin, he looked down. He cried out and let the tears flow anew as he saw the letters that were mangling his perfect skin. From just below the collar bone down to the hip was written three letters: FAG. Kurt was filled with shame as he put the shirt on, to cover the awful word. He vowed at that moment he'd never let anyone see what Karofsky did to him, especially Blaine. Blaine would hate Kurt when he found out what Kurt had let Karofsky do to him. Therefore, the word would be a secret.
