Sorry about the long wait. I'm sort of mad at myself for getting so far behind on this story, so...major warning, I sort of MIGHT HAVE taken it out on poor dear Kurt...I'm a bad person. Read and Review, please!
Carol caught Finn's arm as he was passing through the kitchen on his way down to the bedroom after Glee. "Finn, I saw Kurt earlier. He seemed upset…do you know what's bother him?"
Finn evaded her worried glance. "I dunno…" he mumbled. "Where is he now?"
"In his room, I think. He's been there for the past two hours; hasn't come out at all." She let go of his arm.
"Where's Burt?"
"Still at the shop. Finn.." She turned back to the stove, to tend to dinner. "Finn, just promise me you'll try to find out what's bother him?"
"Yeah." Finn thumped down the basement stairs. "Hey Kurt?" The lights were off, but a faint glow emanated from the computer screen in the computer, illuminating the silhouette of Finn's stepbrother. "Kurt?"
He hesitantly placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "You okay, man?"
Kurt jumped and hurriedly minimized whatever window he had had open on the computer monitor. "Yes." His voice seemed to catch in his mouth. "I'm fine, Finn. It's just been a long day." He made to stand up and walk away, but as he left, Finn caught him around the wrist.
"Kurt, seriously, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said, evading Finn's gaze.
"Dude, you were freaking out last night. And then today-"
Kurt glanced up with a wry smile and cut him off. "-I thought we agreed to never speak of that again unless you want a mouthful of moisturizer."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Finn held up his hands in mock defeat, then changed the tone of his voice back to a note of seriousness. "But people are worried about you, man. Like the Glee Club and them."
Kurt shook his head. "No. They're not."
"Kurt-!"
Kurt abruptly stood up, shaking off Finn's hand. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back in an hour or so." And he climbed the stairs, the door swinging shut silently behind him, leaving a worried Finn behind in the Dior-grey room.
He's always loved walking in the cold. Whenever it snowed when he was younger, his mother would go out with him, crafting moments and capturing them forever in the sense of cold air on skin. Kurt walked up the street, his breath freezing in the November air. Frosty leaves crunched underneath his shoes, and the evening sky above was perfectly clear, the white light of stars fighting for control over the yellowish light of the street lights. Darkness was coming sooner as the days grew shorter, and, surrounded by the darkness, Kurt got the uneasy feeling that he was, indeed, becoming invisible to the world.
He leaned back against a light pole, feeling the cold metal chill him through his Balmain jacket. Suddenly, he became aware of approaching footfalls…just before a hand covered his mouth and he was dragged off the sidewalk and through the hedges lining it.
"'Sup, Hummel?" A deep voice breathed in his ear, making chills skitter up his spine. Karofsky.
Kurt tried to speak, but a deep-rooted fear shoved the words back down his throat. He struggled in the jock's hold, only managing to scrape up his back on the rocky, cold dirt under the brittle flower bushes.
Karofsky tightened his grip on Kurt's arm and mouth, and dug a knee into Kurt's groin, a twisted, deranged, grimacing smile decorating his face as Kurt writhed in pain. "Hummel, let's get one thing straight. Make one noise and…" He increased pressure on Kurt's groin once more. "Understood?"
Kurt shuddered, feeling tears gather at the edge of his eyes. "Good," Karofsky purred, in a sickeningly sweet voice, letting go of Kurt's mouth. "You know, a funny thing about you Hummel." He leaned closer over Kurt, who struggled to crawl out from under the larger boy. "You drive me mad but its…intoxicating." Kurt bit back a cry as Karofsky's hand landed on his chest, slowly undoing button-by-button of his Balmain jacket.
"Get off," he whispered, tears trailing down his porcelain face now. His voice was thick with fear. "Get off me."
Karofsky let his hand trail downwards towards the zipper of Kurt's skinny jeans. "Remember our agreement, Hummel?" He questioned threateningly. Kurt trembled and clamped his mouth shut, feeling the cold November air hit bare skin, feeling the touch of a boy he despised, feeling the sharp rocks stabbing at his now-bare back.
As he struggled in the frozen dirt, Karofsky pressed against him, hot breath that smelled of Doritos blowing on his neck, making him shudder, Kurt's world began to fall apart, and all he could do was look up at the blackness, the tiny specks of light so far away, and wish, for once, he could become invisible.