Kurt continued to shiver underneath his covers. He was obviously feeling cold, so Finn threw a whool blanket over him. His bruises and cuts stuck out starkly on his skin. Sweat was building up on his forehead and his head lolled on the pillows. Mike went inside the room, phone in hand.

"The police found those guys. They're arrested. Though there will be a trial for this, trust me. Karofsky, Rick and Azimio are not gonna get away with this. I also called your parents to let them know Kurt is home. I told them the details of what we found. When they get back from their date they are getting over here immediately and taking him to the hospital," Mike said softly.

Finn nodded. He knew Burt and his mother needed their night out, but Kurt was also their main priority. He knew they were going to be there. It wasn't like they were going to ignore Kurt's needs and be selfish. He could hear Blaine parking outside.

"We should try and get him to eat something when he wakes up. We should get him downstairs on the couch. He's extremely malnourished," Mike said. Finn nodded and managed to lift Kurt and put him downstairs on the couch carefully, throwing a blanket over him carefully. They also heard another car park outside.

"Tina," Mike muttered. He went to answer the door when he heard Blaine pounding on the door. Even that noise didn't waken Kurt. He had fallen asleep the minute they got into the car. He was sleeping like the dead. His breathing was shallow, but he was breathing. Artie just sat in his wheelchair quietly, looking completely crest-fallen and sick to his stomach. Finn sat down on the arm of the sofa, letting out a deep sigh. Kurt was finally home, but what happened in there to him? Just the question made Finn's skin crawl. He shuddered. They would ask Kurt later, but Finn wondered if Kurt would even tell them what had happened down in that place.

Finn turned to see Blaine coming forward. Blaine looked speechless as he looked at Kurt, looking completely stunned. Finn realized this was the first time he saw Blaine this way. Blaine took Kurt by the hand gently. Tina had tears rolling down her cheeks silently, while Artie just looked stunned and sickened.

"How long has he been sleeping?" Tina whispered, wiping her eyes.

"Since we got in the car," Finn said softly.

"And yet remind me why we didn't take him to the ER," Artie said.

"Are you kidding me? Kurt hates hospitals! This is for his own good!" Finn hissed.

"You call this for his own good?!" Artie demanded.

Suddenly, Kurt's head rolled to the side, and he let a groan of pain escape his lips, which were still severely swollen and cracked with dried up blood. He let out a small whimper as his eyelids fluttered. Blaine instantly sat on the edge of the couch. Artie rolled over closer. Mike wrapped an arm around Tina's shoulders gently and guided her into the kitchen. Finn followed them both.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice was quiet, thin and scratchy, but it was at least a question.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Blaine asked him softly. He leaned in, kissing Kurt on the forehead.

"Sore," he admitted.

"I know," Blaine whispered, taking his boyfriend's hand gently. "Now I wish I could kiss you right now but your lips look pretty screwed right now so we'll do that later."

Kurt let out a chuckle, a sad smile on his face.


Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Finn was leaning against the counter as Tina boiled water. Mike was sitting at the table, his head in his hands.

"God what did we get ourselves into?" Finn whispered.

"I don't know. All I know is that things have to be taken care of. Your mom and dad will be home in about forty-five minutes. Most likely, Kurt will be in the hospital whether he wants it or not," Mike said.

"Mike you know how much he hates the hospital. He needed to witness his mom dying in there. He'll flip out," Finn insisted.

"He'll be at better hands by professionals, Finn. I only know what I know, and that's only because my mom got promoted to head doctor at the hospital when I was thirteen. But he needs medical attention, Finn. It's what's best for him. We should have taken him to the emergency room," Mike said.

"I was just thinking about how he would feel about that," Finn mumbled.

"I know, but he really does need the hospital. He's been in that hell hole for two weeks and he's ill," Tina said.


The nightmare was horrible, only he couldn't wake up. It was like he was stuck in it.

He was being held down, being forced onto his bruised and bloody stomach. He felt Rick's hand come into contact with his rear end, and he screamed, his throat on fire. The gag was still in his mouth, tied around his head very tightly and in between his swollen, bloody lips. He continued to be spanked, his breathing becoming hysterical and severely short. His heart raced, as if he ran two thousand miles. He struggled, unable to feel his legs. He could hear the bastards laughing at his pain as Rick's hand smacked his butt.

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His ass burned in pain, and heard the match flick, and he felt the cigarettes press into his butt, and he screamed out loud, tears pouring down his face like a running faucet. He felt his face get slammed into the ground, blood splattering. He continued to gasp, hardly able to breathe. He felt his pulse going a mile a minute. It was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.


Mike, Finn and Tina dashed into the living room when they heard Artie yelling and panicking. They saw Kurt struggling and moving around on the couch, screaming in his deep sleep, as if he couldn't not wake up. He was choking for air as tears fell down his reddened face.

"What the hell is going on?" Finn demanded.

"I don't know!" Blaine said. Sweat was building up on Kurt's forehead. Mike ran over and put his fingers to Kurt's neck.

"His pulse is through the roof. He's obviously in a panic attack," Mike muttered. "And his blood pressure is getting ridiculously high. That's it I'm calling 9-1-1. Screw waiting. Finn, call your parents!"