"Hi, you've reached Kurt. Leave a message." Blaine slammed his fist down on the desk angrily, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from the rest of the class. Something bad had to have happened. He'd been sending text after text to Kurt, and he's received nothing back. French class was almost half way over as he dialed Kurt's number once more, "Hi, you've reached Kurt. Leave a message."

"Fuck!" Blaine exclaimed, packing his things into his backpack.

"Mr. Anderson! Do not use that type of language in my classroom!" She stood up from her desk, "And where do you think you're going?" She questioned when Blaine made his way through the desks.

"I'm leaving." He answered simply, not having time for twenty fucking questions with Mrs. Camel toe.

"No, you aren't. You have to ask permission to leave my classroom." She insisted, moving to stand in Blaine's way.

"You listen to me," Blaine started, "I am leaving this classroom one way or another. I wouldn't hit a woman, but if you fucking stand in my way, I might just make an exception for you." He threatened, his chest constricting as he thought of what could have happened to Kurt. Her eyes widened, but she relented, moving aside. Blaine ripped the door open, jogging through the halls. "Where are you?" Blaine asked under his breath.

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Two and a half hours earlier…

"What do you think we should do to him, boys?" Karofsky asked his cronies, clearly enjoying calling the shots.

"L-listen," Kurt tried, hoping to avoid the whole situation at all costs, "I didn't- Nothing happened, Dave." Kurt used his first name, hoping to gain a positive response by doing so.

Azimio shouldered up to Karofsky, "Ha! Looks like the little fag wants to try get on your good side, Karofsky." He closed in on Kurt, putting a finger under Kurt's chin, "Aw… Probably has a little homo crush on you." Kurt jerked his head away from the large football player.

Karofsky leaned against the bank of lockers, making a show of seeming deep in thought, "I feel like we should make an example of him… But I also really want to beat the shit outta him." He pondered, "By a show of hands, who wants to beat him up and who wants to humiliate him in front of the school? Okay, who wants to beat his ass?" Kurt squirmed as some raised their hands, "And who wants to humiliate him?" A large percent of the Neanderthals raised their hands. "I've got an idea then." Karofsky sneered, an evil glint in his eye. He went over to where most of his teammates stood and told them of the plan while Kurt tugged against the hold of the two jocks. His stomach dropped when he saw the eager nods coming from the athletes.

"K-Karofsky?" Kurt stuttered, fear consuming him, "Y-you don't have to do this… Please." Karofsky rolled his eyes and gestured for Azimio to go and hold Kurt. The second he was loose from the other's grips, he attempted to make a run for it, only to be caught. He cried out as he was pinned to the floor, his chin connecting harshly with the grimy tile. Someone ripped his shirt off from behind and Kurt writhed around on the floor, "Stop! Please-" He begged.

His hair was grabbed, shoving his face onto the floor, "Don't move." Karofsky's menacing voice was in his ear. He felt something being drawn onto his back before he was hoisted up and dragged out the side door and into the school parking lot. A large guy with long, black hair ran ahead and unlocked a white SUV. He tossed the keys to Karofsky who then nodded to the others. Kurt started to call out for someone, anyone to help him, but was silenced when a bulky guy punched him in the gut. He was pressed chest first onto the back of the vehicle, Azimio was tying his wrists to the top of the car while someone else taped his feet to the bumper. "Hurry up! Let's go!" Karofsky told the others.

Kurt felt the engine turn on and he began to panic, "Come on, please- Don't! What are you doing?" The car drove out onto the field where a PE class was in session, "Oh God." Kurt whimpered. He had no idea what they had put on his back. Raucous laughter surrounded him as he clenched his eyes shut, biting his lip to quiet his sobs.

Finally after a few rounds around the track, the truck stopped. Karofsky got out and cut Kurt down, letting him fall to the gravel, "You thought that was bad? Don't fuck around in my house again, or you'll get worse than just public humiliation." He got back into the vehicle and drove away, leaving Kurt alone and shirtless by the side of the school.

Kurt curled in on himself, choking on his sobs. Eventually he was able to sit up, his arms sore from being tied to the car. He was humiliated, defeated, and overall just done. Done with everything. Kurt climbed to his feet, peeking into the vacant halls before quickly rushing to his locker. He faltered a bit with twisting his combination in with his shaking fingers. Once opened, he pulled out the oversized sweatshirt Blaine had lent him. He pulled it over his head and slammed the metal door shut, leaving the school just as quickly as he'd entered it.

Kurt ran home, not even registering the chill of the day. No one was home, so he didn't bother composing himself as he fell through the door. Tears made his vision blurry, so he stumbled to his room, clumsily making his way into his bathroom. He pulled the sweatshirt up and over his head, turning and looking in the mirror. There, scrawled in thick black marker was a crude drawing of a penis. There was an arrow pointing down to his ass saying, 'insert here'. Kurt gagged, placing a hand on the wall to support himself. His was literally falling apart. How could anyone do something so cruel? All of those students had seen him… Had seen what was on his back as he was paraded on the back of a car across the track. He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it and scrubbed at his back until it was raw. Unsatisfied, he threw the material against the wall. Kurt glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in the wild hair and tear tracks along his pallid skin. In an instant, he swept his forearm along the counter, knocking all of his products to the floor.

He left the bathroom, searching for his bag. He needed someone… He needed Blaine. Just then, he realized that his bag was in the boys' locker room at school. The backs of Kurt's legs hit his mattress and he let himself fall to the floor in front of it. His eyes caught on the partially opened drawer right next to him. Kurt yanked the drawer the rest of the way out and grabbed the pill bottle, and without stopping, popped the cap and poured some into his palm. He reached up and grabbed a bottle of water from the table and downed several of the pills. Kurt hoped someone would find his notebook. Then at least they'd find some sort of closure. He popped another pill, thinking of his father finding him… Then a pair of tantalizing golden eyes popped into his head. He closed his lids, trying to banish those damn eyes away. Those eyes paired with a brilliant white smile and curly black hair. Blaine. He was smiling at him with something akin to love in his beautiful orbs. Kurt could practically feel his warm touch on his body. The thought was enough for him to lunge into the bathroom, shoving his fingers down his throat and expelling the pills from his stomach. He was panting, tears stinging in his eyes.

"Kurt?" Through his hazy mind, he heard someone calling out his name. He was slumped against the porcelain bowl, listening to fast paced footsteps coming down the stairs. "Kurt!" Kurt moaned, gaining the attention of the person in his room, "Holy fuck- KURT!" Hands were frantically grabbing at him, pressing against his face, "Kurt! Kurt, what did- fuck!" With all the expletives, he could only assume it was Blaine. "Please, open your eyes, Kurt." His lids were so heavy, but he wouldn't deny that voice anything. He peeled his eyes open, meeting those golden eyes. Except these golden eyes weren't filled with love, they were filled with panic, "W-what did you take? Did you throw it up?" Kurt nodded weakly. Blaine let out a shuddery breath and reached over and turned on the shower. Kurt felt himself being lifted up and then suddenly he felt water against his hot skin. He was lowered until he felt the tub beneath him. Blaine's arms encircled his body, holding him close, "You're gonna be okay. It's okay…. It's okay." Blaine chanted in his ear, rocking them both back and forth. He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, himself or Kurt. He didn't care. Kurt let the darkness take over, his head lulling back onto Blaine's clothed shoulder.

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Short chapter, but I hope it was up to par. :) This will probably be my last update until after Christmas. So, Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays to everyone!