Kurt awoke to the feeling of cold water dabbing at his arms. He shivered from a breeze that ran across his chest when he suddenly realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. He squinted his eyes to see the whole Glee Club surrounding him, with the school nurse at his side. He felt warmth only on his hand, which he turned his head and realized Blaine was standing there, gripping his hand. Kurt could almost feel Blaine scanning his chest and stomach, and he would have been embarrassed, had he not known exactly what Blaine was looking at.

"Okay, Kurt, you can sit up now. That was a pretty bad attack. The authorities have been alerted, but we're not completely sure who hurt you. Do you remember anything?"

Kurt sat up and rubbed his eyes. He was tired and his whole body hurt, but he formed a response. "No. I don't know who could have done something like this. Not even Karofsky could be this bad. All I remember is that I felt like someone was watching me. I turn around; my stomach feels like it was stabbed, and I fall. I feel someone kicking me, I think, and then sharp stuff."

He hopped off of the table on which he was sitting and just stood there. Now everyone was looking at his chest and stomach, and he just frowned and looked down at himself. "I know it looks bad, but most of this stuff is from a while ago. See this one?" He pointed at a jagged scar that went down his shoulder to his armpit. "This is from one of my Friday beat downs. These are newer, though." He looked and turned himself to show the bruise, now yellow, on his shoulder. He also showed a long, deep cut on his collarbone. There was also a scratch on his hip, probably from the boys lifting him unmercifully to throw him into a dumpster. Kurt shivered yet again and folded his arms against his chest in an effort to keep somewhat warm. Puck went over and grabbed Kurt's shirt and sweater. Kurt threw them on in record speed, not worrying whether or not it would mess up his hair.

"Now that y'all have seen what happens to me every day, do you understand why I always am off by myself?"

Everyone looked guilty, even Santana. Mercedes reached out to hug Kurt.

"You know I would've put a stop to this if I knew, white boy. I've missed you, Kurt. The real you. The fashionably sarcastic singer of a guy who is perfect in every way."

Mercedes kissed Kurt on the cheek and he blushed. Now Blaine had to step forward.

"Kurt, I knew it was getting bad, and I didn't do anything about it. The same thing happened to me before I joined Dalton. I… I guess I'm just a big coward. I was reminded of my past and I guess I just… ran. I'm so sorry, Kurt."

With this, Blaine started to tear up. Kurt took Blaine in his arms and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Blaine, you did what you could. Please don't cry. Be strong like I know you can. You weren't the one who was hurt. I'm fine. I promise. Come on, I love you."

Blaine head shot up. Those last three words echoed in his head over and over.

"Um, Kurt, I have some bad news. We have to take you to the hospital for X-rays. We're hoping nothing is wrong, but I have a feeling that a bone of yours is fractured somewhere." The nurse stated nervously. "We will call your dad."

Kurt looked up and grimaced at a sharp pain that shot through his side. "As a matter of fact, my side hurts pretty badly."

He suddenly found it hard to stand and he was picked up and moved into a car somewhere. He suddenly realized this was Mercedes' car.

"Mercedes, where is Blaine?"

"He's following us. He'll be there too."

Kurt smiled and looked out the side window despite his aching side.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated. I'm happy I get to write a new chapter and I didn't want to leave y'all hanging. Review please! I love you! Reviews make me smile!