Glee is not mine.

Blaine was having a bad day. He woke up with ten minutes until his first class started, effectively missing breakfast. Grabbing his pile of books on his desk, he ran out of his room. Looking back, he realizes he should have checked what books he grabbed, seeing as he grabbed all the wrong books. Knowing better than to give the strict teacher's at Dalton an excuse, he just sat through their lectures on how they were disappointed.

After running to his room to grab the right books, he was late for lunch and had to sit in between two of the most annoying people in the world. Seriously, nobody wants to hear you losers go on about how hot those two girls from the party were.

When classes had finally ended for the day, he flopped on his bed, checking his phone for any text's or calls from his boyfriend. Nothing. That was strange, but the older boy chose not to worry and just try to take a nap.

He was shaken awake a couple hours later by a very angry Wes, scolding him about missing practice. This made Blaine even angrier. As if his day hadn't been bad enough, his boyfriend had seemed to forget about him. Kurt always went to his room and walked with him to Warbler's practice.

That was when his phone began to ring. Blaine heard the custom ring tone and quickly answered it, wanting an explanation for his boyfriend's absence.

"I have had a day from hell, Kurt. Where have you been all day?" Blaine seethed in a tone that came out harsher than intended.

There was a moment of silence before a quiet voice said "Never mind." Blaine was about to say something when the line went dead.

This scared Blaine. The younger boy's voice had sounded so small. So hurt. His thick eye brows furrowed together in concern. Wes, who he had forgotten was in the room, asked what was wrong. The other boy simply ignored him and went to go look for Kurt.

*!*

Kurt had woken up with an eerie feeling. It was a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him want to pull the blankets over his head and go back to bed.

Of course, being the type of student that Kurt was, he got out of bed and began his daily routine of getting ready.

He deemed himself presentable with twenty minutes left to class. His books were in a neat pile on his desk and he was ready to go. Kurt smiled, rethinking the feeling he had had when he woke up and left the room to go to breakfast.

Lunch time arrived and instead of going to the lunch room, Kurt headed to the parking lot. Today was a day that he didn't have lunch with anyone he knew. There were a few warblers that he could have sat with, but Kurt liked to go and get a salad while doing some of his homework from the classes he already had.

A figure was leaning against his baby. Smiling, he assumed it was Blaine, seeing as he hadn't seen the older boy at breakfast or in the hallways today. He walked faster, overlooking the fact that the figure was too large to be Blaine and the older boy had classes of his own to be attending at the moment.

It wasn't until he was within the other guy's line of sight that he realized that the person wasn't Blaine.

The person was most definitely not his amazing boyfriend.

Kurt stood frozen to the ground looking up at the other boy who was now walking towards him.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt said, swallowing back fear and pulling on a mask.

"I just want to talk." Karofsky said, taking another step towards the smaller boy.

"I have nothing to say to you. Now leave." Kurt put his nose in the air, popped his hip sassily, and folded his arms over his chest.

"Just listen. I need to say something to you." Karofsky said, looking Kurt in the eye with an emotion Kurt couldn't put his finger on.

"I do not owe anything to you, nor do I want to be in your presence right now or ever again. So please, leave." The blue eyed boy snapped.

"Just listen." Karofsky seethed, his temper rising.

Kurt noticed the larger boy getting angry. "Fine. You have two minutes, starting now." He said and motioned for the bully to begin.

Karofsky nodded and muttered something under his breath.

"Excuse me? Speak louder." Kurt said, still using his ice queen tone.

"I said that I was sorry."

Oh no he didn't.

"You're sorry." Kurt repeated incredulously. "Please tell me that you are joking."

Kurt was met with silence. "Well, I don't accept your sorry excuse for an apology. Would you like to know why? Actually don't answer that, I'm going to tell you anyway and you are going to shut your disgusting mouth and listen.

You do not get to apologize to me. You do not deserve to be forgiven. You bullied me and hurt me every single day. You called me every single homophobic slur known to man. What makes it worse is knowing that you kissed me and that you are just like me and still continued to bully me. You tortured me and punished me for being gay, when in fact you are too!" Kurt exclaimed angrily, throwing his hands in the air and ignoring Karofsky telling Kurt to quiet down.

"You did all that to me and then you kissed me. What bothers me more than the fact that you lip raped my first kiss away was the fact that you kissed me like you deserved to and it was okay after all you did! Do you realize how messed up you are!"

"Shut up." The larger boy seethed, looking around for anybody that had heard what the smaller boy was saying. Kurt just ignored him. It felt so amazing to finally be able to just yell at him and tell him how wrong he really was.

Blaine would be proud at my courage, he thought.

"Then you come here and apologize, like I'm going to actually going to accept it!" He scoffed and continued. "What did you expect to happen? That you would come here apologize, I would forgive you, and we would chat about you being gay and-"

Kurt would've finished if it hadn't been for the swift punch to the gut.

The smaller boy clutched his stomach in pain as he sucked in air trying to refill his lungs. Tears threatened to spill down his perfect cheeks.

"Now are you going to listen to me?" Karofsky asked in a small voice, edged with slight guilt.

Kurt was to busy trying to get air into his lungs and trying to push the pain out of his mind to answer.

"Good. I wanted to say that I was sorry for everything that I have ever put you through and I promise that I won't ever do anything like that again. I don't want to hurt you; you just make me so angry sometimes."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that being myself made you so mad. I'll be sure to change." Kurt finally regained his breath, but still kept his arms wrapped protectively around himself.

"That's what I'm talking about! You and your sarcastic remarks. Just shut up." The bigger boy grumbled. "I am trying to apologize and you're just yelling at me for no reason!"

"Did you listen to anything I said before you decided to punch me?" Kurt exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I'm not stupid lady, I understand what you say."

At the word "lady", Kurt walked passed the bully and got into his car before he could stop him. He rolled down the window and said one final thing before driving off.

"Don't ever come here again. I don't want to damage my eye sight by having to see you again in my lifetime."

Kurt waited until he was successfully out of the parking lot before allowing the first tear to slip from his eye. He had pushed the pain out of his mind earlier, but now in the silence, it was all he could feel.

He pulled over and carefully pulled up his shirt to inspect the damage. A big ugly bruise was already forming on Kurt's beautiful skin. He poked at it and hissed in when pain shot through his body.

Kurt began to drive again, this time allowing his tears and thoughts to flow freely, not caring that he was missing class.

It wasn't fair. He left McKinley to get away from that one person. And now he had come to Dalton. It just was not fair.

He drove aimlessly for an hour, trying to clear his head, before he decided that he should head back to Dalton. He arrived at the school, but made no movement to get out of the car.

Picking up his phone, he noticed the time and sighed in frustration. He had missed practice, and he hadn't talked to Blaine all day.

Kurt dialed Blaine's number, thinking over what had happened today. Right now, more than anything, he needed his boyfriend. He let out a sigh of relief when he heard the other line pick up, knowing that he would be in his boyfriend's arms in a few minutes.

Boy was he wrong.

"I have had a day from hell, Kurt. Where have you been all day?" He sounded angry and stressed.

Kurt decided in that moment that he wouldn't worry the older boy with his problems seeing as he obviously had problems of his own right now.

"Never mind." He said in a small voice and pressed the end button.

*!*

Later that night, Blaine came back to his room to find Kurt sitting on his bed.

"Where have you been all day? I was looking for you." Blaine said softly, gently sitting down next to his boyfriend.

"Oh, I went out with Mercedes. She arrived at lunch time and I decided to skip and go shopping." Kurt lied and looked away.

Blaine nodded and grabbed his hand. "Look Kurt, I'm really sorry about the phone call. I didn't mean to snap. I was just having a bad day."

Kurt looked back at the older boy and gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I should have told you I was going out."

Blaine smiled in return and gave him a small chaste kiss on the lips before lying back on the bed. Kurt mimicked him and lay besides him.

The curly haired boy looked over Kurt's face and frowned. "Are you okay? You seem stressed." He said, rubbing his hand up and down Kurt's arm.

Kurt was silent for a moment, his eyes closed. "Yeah. I'm just tired."

Blaine pulled Kurt to his chest. "You should get to bed then." He whispered to his hair.

Kurt nodded. After a few kisses and goodbyes, he left for his room.

*!*

Kurt was doing his homework when David and Wes walked in the room and took a seat on either side of him.

"Do you two ever knock?" He said idly, still looking at his book. Wes scoffed and David just chuckled.

"Now, why would we do that?" Wes asked.

"Never mind. Now that you're here, you can put your self to use and give me that book over there." Kurt said and pointed to his desk.

Wes nodded and walked over to the book. "Here catch." He said and threw the book to Kurt.

More like threw the book at Kurt.

"Ow!" Kurt shouted as the book hit him conveniently where Karofsky had yesterday. The small boy clutched his stomach and hissed in pain.

After a moment of shocked silence, David spoke up. "I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I do know that a small paper back book should not hurt that much." He said in a suspicious tone.

"It's nothing." Kurt mumbled and looked back down at his text book.

"It's definitely not nothing." Wes said, taking a step closer.

"Just leave it." Kurt snapped.

"Okay, but if you don't tell us, we're going to tell Blaine and he won't leave it alone until you tell him." David threatened.

"Just mind your own business!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Kurt-"Wes was cut off.

"Can you guys get out?" Kurt said, putting his books on the night stand and standing up off the bed. He opened his door and motioned for the two to get out.

The pair walked out silently, glancing at each other, communicating silently.

"We're going to tell Blaine right?" David asked.

"Of course." Wes said.

*!*

Kurt was lying on his bed and listening to music when there was a knock at the door.

"Kurt, open up. Right now!" Blaine shouted.

"Just come in. "Kurt replied, curious as to why Blaine was so eager to get in his room.

Blaine barged in. "Lift up your shirt." He demanded.

Oh. Wes and David had obviously informed Blaine of his display of pain.

"I'd rather not." Kurt said, trying to come across as confused.

"Just pull up your shirt." Blaine said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kurt sighed. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"Kurt, now you're scaring me. Just show me." His voice full of concern.

Kurt stood up and pulled up his shirt slowly, revealing a large purple bruise on his stomach.

Blaine opened and closed his mouth a few times, anger boiling in his veins. "Kurt," His voice low. "When did this happen?"

"Yesterday." Kurt mumbled, quickly adding "It doesn't even hurt that much. Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

"But you were with Mercedes yesterday." Blaine said slowly, taking a step closer to Kurt and restraining himself from punching something, instead gently tracing the bruise with his hands.

"I lied." The younger boy said, looking down at the floor and pulling his shirt down. "I'm sorry."

"Why did you lie?"

"I called you and you seemed so stressed. I didn't want to worry you. I can take care of myself." Kurt said and tried to give a reassuring smile.

"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, pulling the other boy tight in his arms. "I am so sorry. I shouldn't have snapped and you should have told me. I am so so sorry. Always tell me when something happens." Blaine said, pulling away from the hug so he could look Kurt in the eyes.

Kurt just nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Who did this to you?" Blaine asked, gnawing his teeth in anger.

"It doesn't matter. I'm okay now. Please forget about it." Kurt said, pulling him towards the bed to lie down. Blaine didn't move.

"Kurt, tell me who did this to you."

"Blaine-"

"Kurt. Tell me." Blaine demanded.

"Karofsky." Kurt muttered dejectedly.

Blaine turned on his heel and made his way out of the room.

"Blaine! Where are you going? Come back here!" Kurt shouted, chasing after him.

"No Kurt. I need to go see him. I need to-"Kurt grabbed his arm.

"Please calm down. You aren't thinking straight. Just come back to the room with me. Please." Kurt asked in a small voice, looking up with his blue eyes, his bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

Blaine sighed and knew he couldn't resist his boyfriend. He allowed himself to be pulled back to his room and laid down next to Kurt on the bed.

He draped his arm across the younger boy's waist and pulled him against his chest. "Kurt, you have to tell your dad."

Kurt was silent. "Kurt, you know you have to."

The other boy nodded faintly and sighed. "I love you." Blaine said, pulling him tighter.

"I love you, too."

"I am so sorry that I didn't protect you." Blaine said, burying his face in Kurt's hair.

"It's not your fault. I am okay. It's alright now." He said rubbing the other boy's back.

Blaine gave a small scoff. "Look at us. You're the one who got hurt and you're comforting me."

"That's because I don't need comforting. I'm used to this. It's fine." Kurt said with a shrug.

Blaine bit his lip, his eyes shining with tears, and his voice thick with pain. "You shouldn't be used to something like this, Kurt!"

"It's just how life is. You get used to it."

"Kurt! How are you okay with all this? Right now, I want nothing more than to drive to Lima and pound that losers face in!" Blaine seethed and subconsciously held Kurt tighter against his chest.

"I'm okay because I have you. I know I'll be okay." Kurt said and Blaine felt him give a small smile against his chest.

"I love you so much." Blaine sighed.

"I love you too, Blaine." Kurt said, stretching up and giving his boyfriend a small kiss.

I don't even know where this came from. These last two chapters have been really sad. Hopefully I will write something really fluffy next time.

As always, thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and alerted. It means the world to me.

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