Author's note: Thanks for all the reviews. I really appreciate them for this story. Writing "Into the dark" was an exercise for me to write outside my comfort zone, and I just… have to make things right. Just so we're all on the same page I have to admit it now that I have no idea how I am going to do that, so every little bit of feedback is much appreciated - thanks to those of you that shared your own personal stories about being in a similar situation to Kurt. Also for the record, there's never any excuse for assault, of any kind. Please remember that this is fiction (and I have used artistic license in some things – rather than do hours of research when I could be writing. Sorry.) (Last chapter of TWB is about 48 hours away).

TRIGGERS/WARNINGS: Previous sexual assault, drug use (unintentional)

CHAPTER FOUR

He gets home, his dad following him in his car the entire way and he can't stop wondering what the hell has just happened. He heads to his room and jumps onto his computer, wondering if Kurt is finally online. No. He goes to facebook and signs in and his profile page looks odd. He studies it, frowning, before realizing that his relationship status has disappeared. Along with…a lot of photos. The photos he's taken of Kurt are still there, but Kurt has untagged himself. From all of them. And he can't find Kurt's name among his friends list. Can't view Kurt's profile.

His breathing starts coming a little faster and he feels panicky. Whatever has happened is bad enough that Kurt has cut off all contact. He tries to call Kurt again and is no longer surprised when he doesn't get an answer. His mind is racing, trying to figure out how he can find out what happened. He rings Sebastian. He can't think of anyone else who might know what the hell happened last night, although he's pretty sure they left Seb in the bar, but he wouldn't swear to it. Right now he wouldn't swear to anything.

"Hey man, what's up? Have fun last night?"

The leer in his voice makes him feel sick.

"I...don't know if I had fun last night. I can't remember most of it. I was wondering if you could help fill in some blanks. Maybe help explain why Kurt has defriended me on Facebook, is not answering any of my calls or texts, and my emails are coming back undeliverable. And when I try his landline, well, his entire family don't want to talk to me. And refuse to put him on, or even tell him that I called."

"Shit man, what did you do?"

"I told you! I don't remember. What was in those drinks? You said there wasn't any alcohol."

"Well… there wasn't. But you weren't driving. I just slipped you something a little extra to loosen you up a bit."

"What? You drugged me? What the hell?"

"No biggie. I mean, nothing illegal. You didn't seem to be having much fun with little Mr. Sour puss, who seemed a little too friendly with one of the baby bears in the club."

"What are you talking about? What the fuck did you give me? I can't remember anything Sebastian. This is not cool, and my boyfriend is pissed at me for something I can't even remember doing."

"Sounds like you reacted a bit badly, or maybe I slipped you a bit too much. I just wanted you to have a good time. Sorry if it's screwed things up with Kurt."

He doesn't sound sorry in the slightest and he hangs up on him without saying goodbye. Fucking Sebastian. Even though he knows he's not going to get a reply he sends him the usual 'goodnight, I love you' text. He's glad he goes to McKinley, because it means that tomorrow he will be able to find Kurt and get some answers. He needs them.

School is odd without Kurt meeting him in the car park to walk in together. Their schedules are completely different, but they've always made as much time for each other as possible. He doesn't see Kurt anywhere, and he hangs around his locker until the last possible moment before being forced to run to home room. The other glee members all treat him as they usually do, and even Finn seems to be unusually friendly, which is odd. He's the only member of Kurt's family he hadn't struck when trying to phone him yesterday.

Eventually he spies Mercedes and even though she and Kurt aren't as close as they used to be he call's out her name, jogs up to her when she stops and turns to face him. They share a few classes, so if he's at school she would have seen him

"Hey, have you seen Kurt today?"

"Yeah. Actually, he was just here a minute ago. Weird. He's not feeling so well though. Wait, why haven't you seen him? You guys have a fight or something?"

"Or something. Look, if you see him can you tell him I really need to talk to him? He's ignoring my calls, texts and well…everything."

"Sure. He'll come round. You know Kurt, always a bit overly dramatic."

He smiles weakly and waves as she heads off to her next class. Cause sure Kurt has a tendency to be dramatic, but this is almost the absence of drama. He's pretty sure if he'd done something bad he'd get ignored, or yelled at, or something. This sudden absence of Kurt in his day is far worse than dramatics. He doesn't see Kurt in the lunchroom, and he feels odd being somewhere where Kurt is usually such a big presence, sitting with the other glee members. He feels lonely.

When he goes to head home he scans the parking lot for Kurt's car and sees nothing. He's been avoided all day, which he hadn't thought possible, but is apparently one of Kurt's secret skills he was never aware of until now. He can't help but feel dejected that Kurt's not even willing to talk to him. He heads into the house and his mom is typing away at her computer.

"Hey mom…"

"Hey sweetie, how was school?"

"Uh…okay."

"No. No. I recognize that tone. It's was as far from okay as it is possible to get. What happened?"

He sighs. He knows better than to try avoid the subject, she'll just try him again later until he gives in.

"Kurt's avoiding me. I haven't seen him since Saturday night. He's not answering my calls or texts and he's even defriended me on Facebook."

"Oh no! Defriended on Facebook. The ultimate transgression."

"Mom, I'm serious. He's pissed about something, but I don't even remember what happened, so don't know what I should even be apologizing for."

"Oh honey, I'm sure it'll all blow over. Kurt's friend looked like he'd take care of him, and said he'd leave your car at Kurt's place, so it can't be all bad now can it?"

He freezes. Kurt's friend?

"Who dropped me home on Saturday night?"

"It was really Sunday morning Blainey –"

"Mom!"

"Oh, I don't think he told us his name, but a nice looking boy. Tall. Big. He carried you inside."

"What did he look like?"

"Oh, brown hair, he was wearing a denim shirt and a hat. Your age I think. Maybe a bit older."

Blaine knows who she's talking about.

Probably.

Maybe.

David Karofsky.