Chapter Ten: Supermassive Black Hole

Burt glanced at the shoes in the front hall as he closed the front door. The pair of designer boots hadn't moved from where he had seen them that morning. He hated it when Kurt was in these types of moods. He didn't bother calling up to his son, knowing he was still in his bedroom, where he had been since Monday.

Burt and Carole had both returned home on Monday to find Kurt already shut up in his room, home an hour earlier than usual. Burt had sent his new wife up to see what had happened, but Carole hadn't even gotten through the bedroom door, the door locked and Kurt screaming at her to go away. It was only when Finn returned home and frantically asked if Kurt was okay, that Burt even realised that Kurt hadn't just skipped out on glee club.

It was Wednesday by now, and Kurt still hadn't come out of his room, nor had he eaten anything, the meals Carole continued to leave outside his door for him going cold where they sat on the floor. Burt was worried, but history told him not to force his son to leave his room.

He hung up his coat, looking over his shoulder as the phone started ringing. He sighed as he picked it up, hoping it wasn't the school.

' Hello?'

' Hi Mr. Hummel! It's Rachel!'

' Oh hi Rachel…'

' I was just wondering where Kurt was, because well we're starting glee club and we need to practise, and we can't really do that if Kurt insists on not being here. Can I talk to him please?'

Burt grunted. ' I doubt he'll even open his door but I'll give it a go, hold up' he said, holding the receiver to his shoulder as he slumped upstairs, sighing at the bowl of now mushy cereal and cold, soggy toast on the tray outside her door. He knocked. ' Kurt? Kurt? I'm home! Rachel's on the phone, open the door and come talk to her'

There was no answer.

' Kurt?' he knocked again. ' Kurt! Answer me!'

There was still no answer and Burt sighed, holding the phone to his ear.

' Sorry Rachel, no answer. Look, did something happen at school with Kurt? Like an argument or something? He hasn't come out of his room or eaten for days, I'm really worried'

' I really have no idea Mr. Hummel, Finn told me that he drove them to school then just didn't go to his first lesson, nobody saw him leave' Rachel told him, sounding anxious. ' I hope he's okay. Can you tell him that Blaine is going to text him later…'

' What? Since when?' someone – a boy – yelled in the background.

' Oh shut up Warbler, you so are!' Rachel snapped back.

' Yeah but don't tell his dad that! Plus Kurt hasn't exactly been answering my texts so what's the point?'

' To make sure he's okay!'

' He's fine! He's probably just tripping out on something' Puck's voice came from the other end of the line. Burt frowned.

' Puck! Shut up! I'm sure that's not it Mr. Hummel, he's probably just sick or something, don't worry, but um…can you have him call or text us, or…something, let us know that he's actually coming back?'

' Yeah, will do Rachel, tell Finn to come straight home and…behave yourselves'

' Okay! Bye Mr. Hummel'

Burt hung up, glaring at the door. He knocked again.

' Kurt? Look, can you just let me know if you're alive in there? I'm getting really worri…'

' I'M ALIVE! GO AWAY!'

Burt rolled his eyes, bending to pick up the tray and heading back downstairs to scrape away the ruined breakfast and come up with his next plan of action.

Kurt lay back down on his bed, yawning, going back to staring across the room at where he had dropped…no thrown, across the room, in the middle of the floor, his designer shirt, the collar still covered in blood…his blood. He hadn't moved it since he threw it there on Monday.

He shivered at the thought of Monday. He had spent an hour scrubbing himself in the shower, getting rid of the blood, glad that he had plasters and dressing in his room, left over from months and months ago, he didn't want to leave his room. He didn't know why, he just couldn't bring himself to go to his door. Like when you're a kid and you think there's a monster under your bed but because of fear and dread, you can't bring yourself to look under it.

He hated this. He hated living with this dread in the pit of his stomach. he had never gotten used to it living there.

Kurt shivered as he slipped into the car, glancing at Jace as he shut the door and buckled himself in.

' Hi sexy, how was practice?'

' It was alright, where are we going?'

' Actually I thought we could just find a quiet spot and…hang out' Jace said, grinning at him with a twinkle in his eyes. Kurt pulled a face, shaking his head as they pulled out of the car park.

' Do you mind if we don't? I'm really sore from practice, Coach made us run laps literally until we couldn't walk anymore, can't we like…I dunno go to a movie or something?' he asked, eyes on the rushing cars and houses as they passed so he didn't notice the frown from his boyfriend.

' What? You never turn down a back seat quickie, what's wrong?'

' Nothing's wrong, I'm just tired and sore from practice' Kurt shrugged, rolling down the window and pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, lighting one up. Jace stared at him, glancing at the clear road every so often.

' You're smoking'

' Yeah? So?'

' You only ever smoke after sex'

Jace's fingers were getting tighter on the steering wheel and Kurt eyed them, blowing a puff of smoke out the window and lifting the cigarette back to his lips with a hand that was starting to shake. The muscle in Jace's jaw was twitching. That was always a bad sign.

' I know, but after that practice I'm going to have a smoke, is that okay with you?' he knew he was pushing it but he was really exhausted, but he knew Jace wouldn't let it go. They drove in silence for a few more minutes before Jace pulled into a side road, both of them bouncing along until he finally stopped. Kurt frowned. ' I said I didn't want to'

Jace cut the engine, turning in his seat to look at him, leaning on the steering wheel. ' So who was it?'

' What?'

' Kurt, I'm not stupid, the only time you don't want to have sex is when you're too sore for sex and you only smoke after sex, so who have you been having sex with?' Jace snapped at him. Kurt gulped, flicking his cigarette out of the window and rolling it back up.

' I haven't had sex with anyone else Jace, you really have to start trusting me! I wouldn't cheat on you! I would never'

' Well excuse me if I don't believe you but you're willing to do anything else, you skip class, you come to school drunk, you speed, why wouldn't you cheat if you do everything else' Jace said, teeth gritted in his growing and growing anger. Kurt rolled his eyes.

' You're being stupid…ah!' he gasped as Jace suddenly grabbed his arm, gripping it tight and dragging him closer. ' Jace!'

' Tell me who you've been fucking!' Jace shouted in his face.

' I haven't cheated!'

' I don't believe you!'

Kurt's eyes widened as he watched Jace grab the car's cigarette lighter, tugging his hand even closer to him, sliding the metal almost lovingly over his flesh. Kurt struggled, trying to pull his arm away but his boyfriend held fast.

' Jace…Jace…what are you doing? Stop it!' he exclaimed, wincing as the lit end of the lighter neared his skin, millimetres away. ' No! Please! I…I'll do it!' Jace froze, raising his eyes to look at him, the heat of the lighter just gracing his skin painfully, like the feeling of holding a really hot plate. ' I'll have sex with you, I'm sorry, I was being stupid, of course I want to have sex with you'

Jace's dark eyes lit up. ' Really?'

' Yeah…yeah of course, come on…' Kurt gasped, taking back his arm when his boyfriend released him, eyeing his hand as he replaced the cigarette lighter. He let out a shaky breath as he unbuckled his belt and crawled into the back seat, keeping his back turned as he started undressing so Jace wouldn't see the tears flooding his eyes. He bit his lip, holding them back as he felt Jace climb back with him.

Kurt woke with a jerk, sitting up in his bed and looking around him. It was dark outside now, and he could hear the sounds of Carole cooking dinner downstairs. His stomach ached. He hadn't eaten since Monday morning's breakfast of toast and eggs, he had even resisted jumping into his small dwindling supply of weed to avoid getting the munchies. But now…he supposed he couldn't avoid it anymore.

Sighing, he swung his shaky legs of his bed, sitting on the edge there for a long moment. Why did that appear? He hated when random memories cropped up. He didn't want to think about Jace and what had happened between them in just those few short months when their relationship started to fracture.

Kurt stood, stretching his arms above his head and hearing his shoulder joints pop as he staggered over to his bedroom door, still half asleep and finally unlocking it.

Carole was in the kitchen when he was finally got downstairs and he wandered over, hearing his dad watching some sort of sports game in the living room that he was sure he would have no interest in. his step-mother was humming to herself as she fixed dinner, a permanent smile on her face. He liked Carole, and would happily admit to being overjoyed when his father started dating her and then when they got married and she and Finn moved into their family home.

' Hey, what's for dinner?'

the woman gasped, almost dropping the plate she was holding as she spun round, staring at him from where he stood in the doorway, clad in his sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt, his usually immaculate hair sticking up in all directions. He looked like he had just woken up, which he probably had.

' Kurt! Hi! How are you?' she asked breathlessly. Kurt shrugged.

' I'm okay, what's for dinner?' he asked again.

' Well I've only just started it, but beef stroganoff with salad, your favourite. I found a new recipe for it on the Internet and thought I'd give it a go' Carole explained, turning to add more ingredients into the pan. Kurt smiled behind her back, ever since she had moved in, Carole's plateau of recipes had gone through the roof. ' But if you're really hungry, you can have an apple or something? I just went to the market this morning and this won't be done for a while'

Kurt nodded, even though she couldn't see him, grabbing an apple from the bowl and biting into it, glancing into the living room through the hatch.

' Where's Finn?'

' Still at glee club, he'll be home in an hour' she told him, starting to hum again. Just as Kurt pulled himself up to perch on the counter, a loud bing could be heard from the laundry room. ' Oh! That'll be the clothes! I'm just going to grab Finn's hamper, can you watch the food please?'

Kurt shrugged. ' Yeah sure' he said through a mouth full of fruit, hopping down and taking her place at the stove. Carole hurried upstairs and soon enough Kurt heard heavy familiar footsteps coming towards the kitchen, the T.V. suddenly silent.

' Oh, hey kiddo, didn't expect to see you down yet' Burt grunted as he spotted his dishevelled looking son, sounding both surprised and relieved. Last time Kurt had stayed in his room and refused to come out, he had stayed in there for a whole week, not just three days like this time. ' Helping Carole?'

' Yep' Kurt muttered, watching the content in the pot swirl around with the movement of the spoon and his wrist. Burt sighed, grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping it open. Kurt was sure his father would simply return to the living room, quirking an eyebrow when he just leant against the sideboard next to the stove, sipping his beer and taking in the bags under his son's eyes. ' What dad?'

' You can't keep doing this Kurt, locking yourself away in your room for days and refusing to eat isn't the way to go about anything' Burt told him, biting the inside of his cheek when he watched Kurt's grip tighten around the wooden spoon. ' Would you…would you like to go see Dr. Kim again?'

' No!' Kurt gasped, glaring at him.

Burt frowned. ' You like Dr. Kim'

' Yes but…'

' But nothing, Dr. Kim helped you so much, and I honestly believe that I owe your life to that man. You were in the worse place I've ever seen you after…after that…that bastard hurt you like that, and excuse my language but that's the only word I'm ever going to use to describe him…maybe if you're…backtracking then we need to set up another meeting with the doc?'

Kurt pulled a face, still stirring the dinner. ' Dad, I don't need to…'

' Kurt…why is there blood on this shirt?'

Both father and son turned at Carole's voice, Kurt freezing at the sight of the black designer shirt, the streaks of blood covering the collar. Burt gasped, crossing the kitchen to his wife and grabbing the shirt, inspecting the bloody marks, completely dried on the expensive fabric. Kurt simply stood, still frozen in front of the stove, hand still on the now stationary spoon, watching as his father's eyes lifting to stare at him, fear and shock in his eyes.

Kurt cringed as Burt suddenly launched across the kitchen, backing him into the sideboard and taking hold of the collar of his t-shirt, pulling it down to reveal the two long bandages stuck over what was obviously two cuts. Burt stumbled back.

' Kurt…oh my gosh Kurt…you…oh god you haven't…'

Kurt's mouth dropped open. ' Dad! No! Of course not! I would never!' he exclaimed. ' Dad…I…I have something to tell you…'

The first sign that Finn knew something was wrong was the sight of his stepfather storming down the corridor of McKinley, followed closely by two uniformed policemen, looking stern whereas Burt just looked furious. The rest of the glee club seemed to notice to, Mr. Schue's words meeting distracted ears.

' Was that your dad?' Mike asked Finn, who nodded. ' With the police?'

' Yeah, that's weird'

' What if something's wrong with Kurt?' Sugar asked, ignoring their teacher when he called for attention.

Finn was on his feet in seconds, Puck, Santana and a confused looking Brittany on his heels as he dashed from the room, the rest of the teens, even the Warblers, following, still ignoring their baffled teachers. It was after school so it was only those in the sports clubs left in the building, but the halls were still loud as they all hurried towards Principal Figgins' office, already hearing Burt's bellowing voice. Even through the double glass doors, they could all hear Kurt and Finn's father as they collected on the stairs outside the office.

' What's going on?' Blaine asked, sitting down behind Brittany and Santana, eyeing the large man. That was Kurt's dad? Step-dad surely.

' Well that's Burt, Kurt and Finn's dad, looks like something's happened' Santana muttered, stiffened at a familiar voice beside all of them. ' Oh crap'

' Shouldn't you all be singing show tunes?' Sue Sylvester sneered at them all, glaring at the boys in their posh blazers. ' Ah, it's those gaybies I ordered, not quite the gays I wanted, not like Porcelain, but you'll have to do' she added, smirking at the looks of surprise and confusion on the Dalton's boys' faces.

' Who the fuck…?'

Mercedes and Tina both clapped a hand over David's mouth before he could get out anymore. Coach Sue chuckled, giving them all one more sneering grin before wandering into the office after Mr. Schuester. David pulled the hands away from his mouth.

' Who the bloody hell was that?'

' Coach Sue, the cheerleading coach' Mercedes explained, pulling a face. Jeff shivered next to her.

' She's scary'

' Man up Starling'

' Don't tell me your balls didn't just tighten at that look!' the blonde Warbler exclaimed, glaring at Flint over his shoulder. Flint just grinned.

' I like a forceful older woman' he said with a wink. Jeff cringed.

' Ew, thanks for that image'

' Hey, I've walked in on you and Nick enough times that I'm allowed to say at least one lewd thing a week'

' Maybe you should learn to knock?'

' I shouldn't have to knock to enter the common room…!'

' Shut it guys! Listen!' Wes hissed, as the adults inside the office started moving into the outer room. The secretary scurried out, hurrying down the hall with a slip of paper in her hands. Taking the chance of his dad being nearer, Finn leapt to his feet, shaking off Rachel and catching the door before it could close.

' Dad! What's going on?' he exclaimed, holding the door open so the rest of them could hear.

' Kurt's been assaulted' was all Burt told him, his face red in his anger as he turned to the police officers. ' Stan, I want him locked up. You know what happened with that other little bastard, and you know how Kurt reacted to that. This is going to set him back! I've even had Dr. Kim on the phone! You've got to do something about this Stan'

' We will Burt, don't worry, Kurt would hate it if he knew you were worrying…your heart' one of the officers said, patting Burt on the arm. ' And if you need any financial help with the doctor or anything, don't hesitate to ask'

there were footsteps down the hallway and they all turned to see the secretary leading a very confused looking Azimio towards the office. He stopped at the sight of the officers, who quickly approached in case he tried to run. Finn and the rest of the New Directions gaped as one of the officers took the boy's arm.

' Are you Azimio Adams?'

' Yeah'

' Azimio Adams, I am arresting you for possession of a dangerous weapon, threatening behaviour and assault with a dangerous weapon on mister Kurt Hummel, you have the right to remain silent…'

the gathered teens stared as Azimio was cuffed by the officers, the large boy looking shocked as they held his arms behind his back, not even resisting them. Burt threw out an arm, shaking his head at Finn when he opened his mouth, all of them silently watching Azimio being led away.

' We'll need to have a word with Kurt, Burt, for his statement, so we'll be in touch'

' Thanks Stan'

' Say hi to Carole for me' the officer said before turning and following his fellow officer and Azimio down the hallway, the rest of the football team gathered at the end of the corridor, watching in shock as their friend was led away in cuffs. Finn turned to his father with wide eyes.

' Burt, what's happened?' he asked.

' Did Azimio hurt Kurt?' Puck exclaimed.

Burt sighed, pulling his cap off to run a hand over his head. ' He threatened to kill Kurt on Monday, held a knife to his throat, cut him pretty bad. Carole's dragged him to the hospital to get them checked out…just in case' he added to reassure the panicked looking kids.

' Oh God Burt, I should have…' Finn began but Burt interrupted him quickly.

' Not your fault kid, nobody's fault, he didn't come out of his room, none of us could have known' he told him with another heavy sigh. He then looked around at the boys in uniform with a stern eye. ' Which one's Blaine?'

Blaine's face paled slightly as Finn gestured to him and the man's eyes turned to him, despite his hard demeanour, he felt like sinking into the floor as Kurt's father's eyes looked him over, taking in his uniform and unruly hair.

' Kurt said he wants you to text him…I don't know who you are or what you are to my son but just do it yeah?'

Blaine nodded silently.

' The knife went in just enough that I'd be worried about infection, especially since you don't know what's on the knife, and because it was left for so long, though you did well with cleaning it Kurt' the nurse said, finishing up properly bandaging Kurt's collarbone with a constant wide smile on her young face. ' I'm going to give you some anti-inflammatory cream to put on it, and I suggest drinking orange juice or something with a lot of electrolytes, since you lost quite a bit of blood, and you didn't eat or drink anything for days afterwards, so go home and eat something, okay? You're rather skinny Kurt, more slender than, but just keep an eye on that, you too Carole, teenagers can be very conscious about their weight these days, even boys, so watch what you eat, you're at an important age'

Carole nodded, eyeing her stepson closely when he simply stared at the floor. She nudged him.

' Kurt, you understand Betty?'

He sighed, nodding. Betty smiled, patting his knee sympathetically. ' You can change back into your clothes in a bit, and Dr. Kim will be down in a minute'

That got a response from Kurt, looking up alarmed and quickly slipping off the table. Carole knew that look, he was about to bring all his walls up and close off. She reached for his arm but he avoided her.

' Dr. Kim? Who called Dr. Kim? I don't want to talk to Dr. Kim!' he exclaimed.

' Kurt, it's just routine, we don't want you to have another set-back' Carole tried but he was already backing away from her, shaking his head. ' Kurt, please…'

' No! Stop it!'

' Stop what?'

' Stop acting like my parent coz you're not!' he snapped, glaring at Betty, who was watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. ' Get out! Tell Dr. Kim not to come! I don't want to talk to him!'

' Aw, and I've come all this way to see you Kurt'

The three of them turned to the door, the nurse and Carole looking relieved to see the Asian man stood in the doorway, smiling affectionately at Kurt, who just looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. He stood in the fabric gown, staring at Dr. Kim as he entered the room, as always dressed in his smart suit, carrying the familiar black and red bound notebook that he always scribbled in when he spoke to Kurt, it even had Kurt's name printed across the front.

' You don't want to talk to me Kurt? I can go if you want' he said, already turning to leave.

' No!' Kurt gasped, blushing pink when Dr. Kim turned back, still smiling. ' We…we can talk…if you really want…you know, since you came all this way'

' That's very kind of you Kurt, nurse, if you will excuse us?' Betty nodded, scurrying out of the room. ' Kurt, do you want Carole to stay?'

Kurt glanced at Carole, suddenly feeling very guilty for what he had said to her. Carole wasn't his real mother, but she was good enough, the only mother he could clearly remember, and even though he hated that, he loved Carole. He nodded, giving Carole an apologetic look.

' Okay, well it's nice to see you again Carole' Dr. Kim said, pulling over a chair for Carole and a second for himself, gesturing for Kurt to retake his spot on the table, waiting for him to do so. ' So, we seem to have had a new mishap, haven't we Kurt? What's happened?'

' Hasn't the doctor told you that?'

' Yes but I want to hear it from you. What happened?' Kurt shifted uncomfortably. He couldn't out Karofsky, and surely saying the reason why this all happened in front of Carole would do just that? Dr. Kim opened his book. ' Remember Kurt, if you don't want anything to leave this room, then it won't, right Carole?'

Carole nodded. ' Of course, I won't even tell Burt if you don't want me too'

Kurt sighed. ' I was putting away my books and the corridor was empty, and then I was suddenly thrown backwards and punched in the stomach. I thought it would be Karofsky…' Dr. Kim nodded, he knew all about Karofsky; he was one of the catalysts behind Kurt's current behaviour. ' But it was his friend, Azimio. He pushed me up against the lockers and held this knife to my throat, told me that I shouldn't push my lifestyle on his friend, and I had no idea what he was talking about, and he pressed the knife in…that's how I got the cuts…then he accused me of molesting Karofsky'

Dr. Kim looked up at this, raising an eyebrow. ' Really?'

' I didn't!' Kurt quickly said.

' Why would he say that?' Kurt stared at the floor, biting his bottom lip. ' Remember this is a safe environment Kurt'

He glanced at Carole nervously. ' Before we left for the competition, Karofsky found me and…and he kissed me'

' Dave Karofsky kissed you?' Dr. Kim asked, sounding surprised. ' That's an interesting turn of events'

' I didn't want him to kiss me, and I tried to push him away but he just pushed his tongue into my mouth and wouldn't let me pull away. Then he…pulled away, said he thought I would enjoy this because I'm a homo and a slut, and kissed me again, and started grinding against me, and then touched me through my jeans' he said this in a quick jumble of words, but when he looked up, Dr. Kim was quickly writing down everything he had said, and Carole was sat there in complete shock. She reached out for his hand and he let her hold it.

' This boy molested you? Oh my goodness Kurt…'

' It doesn't matter, he was right…I am a slut, that's why Blaine's so interested in me' Kurt sighed, lying back on the hospital bed, legs hanging off the end. Dr. Kim shared a worried look with Carole. They were both reminded of just last year, when the whole thing with Jace came to its horrible end and left Kurt with the feeling of absolute worthlessness.

' Who's Blaine, Kurt?'

Kurt blushed red, biting his lip anxiously. ' No one'

' Well he must be someone if you're questioning his intent towards you' Dr. Kim pushed, writing the name Blaine in large letters on the page of his notebook. Kurt sighed.

' He's this guy I met at a party, and then it turned out he was in the glee club that my glee club merged with' he exclaimed, mumbling as if he hoped the doctor wouldn't hear him and let it go, but as always the man heard everything. Kurt was sure he was a bat.

' That must have been a surprise'

' I guess'

' You like this guy?' Kurt shrugged. ' Did you sleep with him?'

Kurt blushed again, not answering but knowing that Carole wouldn't tell his dad. He knew both his parents knew he was active sexually, what with the constant supply of condoms always in the bathroom, just as he knew they knew Finn was as well, though his brother refused to believe that they knew. He nodded.

' Just once?'

It was best to be honest with Dr. Kim; he always seemed to know everything anyway, so there was no point in lying.

' No, we've kind of become…we've been sleeping together a lot without you know commitment' he admitted.

' Right…do you want that commitment Kurt?' Dr. Kim asked. Kurt almost grinned. He was almost certain that he was psychic. He shrugged. ' Does Blaine want commitment?'

' I dunno, he said it wouldn't be so bad if we were a couple but…look what does this have to do with my assault?'

' It doesn't but…Kurt if you've found someone who can look after you and care for you then…maybe Blaine will be good for you' Dr. Kim told him. Carole nodding enthusiastically in agreement. Kurt clenched his fists.

' And what if he's not good for me!' he exclaimed, suddenly sitting up. ' What if he's just like Ja…whoa' he gasped, clutching at his head as it spun. Carole was out of her seat in a flash, catching him before he could topple off the table, Dr. Kim jumping up to help lie him back on the bed, Carole cooing and smoothing his hair back from his forehead as the small teenager whimpered. Dr. Kim touched his shoulder.

' Not everyone is going to be like Jace, Kurt' he said quietly. ' You can't live the rest of your life in fear of the same thing happening again'

Are you okay? – Blaine

Kurt stared at his phone. He really hadn't expected Blaine to do as he requested and text him, but gazing down at the black lettering on his Iphone screen, he now wasn't sure what to say. Blaine wouldn't be this worried if they were just fuck buddies, but then again fuck buddies didn't cuddle afterwards either, so they both knew they were past that title by now, but…why did his heart flutter at the thought of Blaine being worried for him.

He had only been home for an hour, and Carole, with Burt's agreement, had insisted Kurt stay on the couch for the rest of the afternoon, refilling his glass with orange juice whenever she saw it empty and pushing biscuits and chips into his hand. His stepmother was now scurrying around the kitchen, fixing dinner and waiting for Finn to get home. Kurt assumed he and the others were discussing him and he didn't like it. He had a certain amount of affection towards the members, mostly Brittany, Santana and Puck – who had already text him – and he and Rachel were either best friends or worse enemies depending on the day, but he still didn't like the idea of them worrying about him. He didn't like the idea of his father worrying about him. Not with his heart.

I'm fine, I've had worse – Kurt

Biting his lip, he sent the new text, staring at the T.V. where a rerun of Top Model was playing but not seeing it, snatching his phone back up when it buzzed against his thigh.

You were threatened with a knife, and you've had worse? – Blaine

Unfortunately yes. How was Glee? – Kurt

Boring without someone to stare at ;) Though I used the time to plan the murder of that bastard who threatened you – Blaine

Kurt blushed at the response, taking a deep breath before replying.

Why would you do that? – Kurt

There was a long pause before the next text and Kurt panicked that he had overstepped an invisible mark that he hadn't even known was there.

I don't like knowing that you're hurt – Blaine

I'm fine – Kurt

I need to see you to confirm that. Are you still coming over this weekend? I'd understand if you weren't – Blaine

Truthfully, he had forgotten about that weekend and his plans to spend it with Blaine at his house. His dad probably didn't want him going, he'd been keeping an annoyingly watchful eye on him ever since he got home.

I want to, my dad might not let me, but I'm sure I can persuade him – Kurt

Cool! Come round whenever on Friday if you want? – Blaine

K. Look forward to it ;) – Kurt

Kurt tapped the back of his phone, hearing his father murmuring in the kitchen to Carole and knowing that they were talking about him. A year ago that's all they did, discuss him in the other room in hushed voices, it was both disturbing and annoying at the same time.

When are you coming back? Life's boring without you – Blaine

Kurt smiled at the text, starting when another came through, this one from Puck.

Dude, I'm totally rallying the guys into a war with the football team, you in? – The Puckasaurus

He grinned, quickly typing out two responses as he heard footsteps approaching.

I don't know, I'll make it up to you this weekend, promise ;) – Kurt

Fuck yeah, they want blood, they got it – The Hummer

Kurt slipped his phone back into his pocket, turning on the couch to his father and stepmother as they sat on the love seat opposite him, Burt holding something that looked like a leaflet in his hand. He eyed them, sighing heavily when neither spoke.

' What? Are we playing an impromptu game of charades? Coz you know I suck at that game'

Burt gave him a small, weak chuckle, before glancing at Carole and handing his son the leaflet. Kurt took it, frowning quickly at the picture of the boys in very familiar uniforms on the front, under the heading 'DALTON ACADEMY FOR BOYS, WHERE WE PROVIDE A FIRST CLASS EDUCATION IN A SAFE, COMFORTABLE SETTING'. Kurt quirked an eyebrow, looking up at his guardians. They were nervous about telling him about a school he already knew about? They knew he was familiar with this school, didn't they?

' What's this about?'

' Kurt, we want to send you to Dalton Academy' Burt told him, bracing himself for the explosion.

A/N So there was no smut or delicious bad-boy ness in this chapter, but I have to have a plot somewhere! However, I hope you're all looking forward to reading the weekend chapters and what the team of Puck and Kurt have in store for those jerks at McKinley!

Will Kurt agree to go to Dalton with Blaine and the other Warblers? And how will the weekend go? Prepare for lots of smut! I'm thinking pool, game room, basically everywhere, with maybe an appearance from Jack? Not in the smut - that would be awkward :P and maybe more will be revealed about Jace!

Keep reading and reviewing! Love to all! XD x x