Summary: "Sometimes I wonder whether it was better being invisible and alone, or this." After a traumatic event Kurt wishes he was still invisible.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the Glee characters. Glee is the property of Ryan Murphy and the other amazing people that helped create the show. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those people.
Warning: Mentions of non-con, as well as physical violence and swearing are present in this chapter.
A/N: I would like give a shout out / thank you to all you lovely reviewers! Every one means so much!
Additionally I'd like to let everyone know that even when 'Invisible' is over, it won't really be over. I just started working on a sequel! I have two chapters finished already and I'm considering calling it 'Fallout'. The sequel will mainly focus on the recovery process for Kurt, Finn and Blaine, but I'm considering giving some of our other Glee cast members bigger roles. For example I want Rachel and Mercedes to have slightly bigger roles in the next one, and I plan to have some Warbler cameos! After all, wouldn't they react to Blaine suddenly and without warning defecting from the Warblers to New Directions; especially when they find out why?
Chapter 14 – I Love You
David Karofsky was definitely not expecting to be jumped outside the locker room and he was definitely not expecting his girlfriend/beard to be one of the people punching him in the face and screaming at him.
"What the hell?" He pushed her off him roughly and backed up into the lockers as he noticed Santana was not alone, but backed by three of his fellow football players; none of which were his friends. "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem?" Santana laughed bitterly and slapped him hard across the face. "My problem, Dave, is that I actually thought you were just fucking confused! I thought that you could change if you had someone to support you. I guess I was wrong."
"Stop hitting me," he hissed, grabbing her wrist as she raised her hand again to hit him. A punch landed in his stomach and he let go as Puck, Sam and Mike closed in around him, blocking off any chance of escape.
"Or what?" Santana asked harshly, stepping into his personal space, "Are you going to rape me too Dave?"
"What the fuck?" His eyes darted around wildly, checking for any witnesses to her words other than his fellow footballers. "I don't know what you're talking about Santana." He lowered his voice dangerously, "You know I only have eyes for you."
"Drop the act Karofsky," Puck growled, his fists twitching as he fought to keep himself from throwing a punch of his own. "We know that Santana isn't exactly your type."
Sam threw another punch in Puck's stead, letting it connect with satisfaction against the bigger boy's cheek. "No, big tough Karofsky here doesn't like people who can stand up to him. He'd rather harass a kid he has forty pounds on, drag them into an empty classroom and rape them, isn't that right?"
"I don't know what kind of lies Kurt's been telling you-," Karofsky started, actually sounding a little frightened at being confronted by the four Glee members.
Mike let out an uncharacteristically dark chuckle, "We never even mentioned Kurt. Hell, we never even said it wasn't a girl."
The bully's eyes darted around again, before he spat out, "Don't act like he didn't want it. I just did him a favour."
Sam's face contorted angrily. He couldn't understand how anyone, anyone could think that Kurt would have wanted something like that. That boy, his friend, who'd been there for him without even asking, had been raped and now Karofsky was trying to claim it was consensual. "Bullshit," he hissed and he just started whaling, his fists flying at every part of Karofsky he could reach until Puck and Mike forcefully pulled him off the other boy. "Let go of me! He fucking raped Kurt!"
"As much as we'd like to see you kick the shit out of Karofsky, and help you do it," Mike told his friend as he helped drag him away, "This isn't going to help Kurt."
"It'll make me feel better," Sam growled, not sounding like his usual somewhat dorky self, but uncharacteristically wrathful.
Karofsky pulled himself to his feet and quickly darted down the hall away from the four glee club members while he still had a chance.
"He's getting away," Puck growled under his breath, watching as the teen rapist ran like his life depended on it. "This is fucked. We should go after him."
"Mike's right," Santana put a hand on Puck's arm, surprisingly finding some control of her own anger. She didn't mention she was starting to wish she really did have razor blades in her hair, then she could pull a Mercedes and 'cut a bitch', Karofsky being the bitch in question. Instead she forced herself to be calm, or at least calm sounding. "Getting sent to juvie won't help Kurt, no matter how satisfying it was to hit that bastard, 'cause then you won't be around to help him and he's definitely going to need our help. We- we need to let the police handle this, no matter how much it freaking sucks."
David ran. He ran out the front doors of McKinley High and directly into a uniformed police officer. "E-excuse me," he muttered nervously before trying to brush past the officer.
"Hold it right there young man," the officer's eyes narrowed as he looked the boy's face up and down. "What's your name?"
"Noah Puckerman," he lied immediately, grabbing the first name that came to his head. "I'm sorry, but I'm really late for something. I've got to go."
There was a hand on his arm and he looked at the officer nervously. "That's funny," the officer said with a smile that didn't coincide at all with the look in his eyes, "I've met Noah Puckerman a few times. You don't look anything like him."
Karofsky growled under his breath. Of course the first name to pop into his mind would be the town delinquent. "Look, I need to be somewhere."
"What's your name- your real name," the officer asked him more firmly. "I can't just let you leave young man. There's been attack on school grounds and we can't risk the perpetrator getting away. You understand that, don't you? I hope you also understand that by lying to a police officer you seem pretty suspicious."
"What kind of attack?" He played dumb while simultaneously trying desperately to change the subject. If the glee club knew then the cops definitely knew his name too.
"I asked for your name kid," the officer's patience was obviously waning. He had to think of something and fast.
"Sam," he tried quietly, lowering his head in an attempt to look ashamed. "Sam Evans. Look I'm sorry, I was trying to skip and I panicked." He peered up at the officer with fake curiosity and concern, "What happened?"
"Look kid- Sam," the officer let go of his arm but still blocked his path, "That's not information I can give out right now. I'll tell you what, you show me some Student ID and I'll let you head back to class, alright?" He held out his hand expectantly.
David hesitated. Then he silently dug around in his pocket for his wallet with a grimace and handed out his ID to the officer. The moment the man's attention was turned to the small card, he darted past him.
"Hey!" He heard an angry voice call after him, along with the sound of pounding feet across the pavement. His heart was beating nearly as fast as it had the moment he'd dragged Kurt into that classroom.
His feet slapped the ground hard, before a heavy weight tackled him and the ground seemed to fly up to meet him.
"Don't touch me," he snapped as the officer grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back, fastening them there with metal handcuffs. "Let me go."
He winced a little at the words; they echoed what Kurt had said to him the week before. He shook his head roughly. He was not going to feel sorry for the little fag. He'd wanted it; he'd just been afraid to admit it and afraid of what his little boyfriend would think.
"David Karofsky," the officer growled in his ear, "You're under arrest for the sexual assault of Kurt Hummel. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be provided to you free of cost. Do you understand these rights?"
He snapped his mouth shut.
"Do you understand these rights?" The officer asked again, pushing him towards the patrol car.
"Yeah, whatever," he kept his voice tight as the door to the vehicle was opened and he was made to sit in the backseat of the vehicle.
He glared out the window at the police officer. This was so stupid. He'd done nothing wrong. It wasn't his fault if Kurt regretted their encounter.
"Pfft," he let out an irritated puff of breath before mumbling, "Probably just didn't want his boyfriend to break up with him, little fag." He leaned his head against the window and sighed. Today was just not his day.
Whatever, he knew his dad would deal with it. Paul Karofsky would get him a great lawyer and everyone would realize what a liar Kurt Hummel actually was.
The physical exam and documentation of his injuries hadn't been nearly as bad as being attacked. The nurse was gentle and when he begged her to "please stop" she did, but it still hurt and it was still humiliating.
He wasn't sure if his father being there with him, holding his hand and comforting him had made it better or worse. The protective presence of his father had eased him somewhat. It made him feel safer than he had in a long time, but it didn't change the embarrassment of having his father there while someone was touching him no matter how well-intentioned those touches were.
He flinched as cool fingers touched him and the nurse clicked her tongue sympathetically. "I don't think you'll need any stitches Sweetie. However I'll probably recommend the doctor prescribe you some antibiotics, okay?"
He mumbled out an incoherent answer and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want her there. He didn't want anyone there. "A-are you done yet?" He asked in a small voice, nearly pleading with the woman to stop touching him.
"Alright Sweetie," he heard the nurse speak to him softly as she drew her hands away. "We're done now."
"Kurt," his father's hand squeezed his gently, "You okay?"
Kurt gave a small nod and winced slightly as he turned over onto his back in the hospital bad. "I'll be fine Dad, I promise."
Burt drew his son into his arms gently, whispering in a tired, hurt voice, "I just wish you would have told me sooner." He stroked his son's hair and squeezed him a little tighter.
Kurt squeezed his father back as a tear slipped into his eye, "I'm sorry I just- I wanted to pretend it didn't happen and - and he said he'd kill me if I told anyone Dad. Then he said he'd kill Finn and Blaine and I- I just couldn't do it."
"No, no, no," Burt hushed him in a soft tone, "I'm not blaming you son." He let out a soft sigh as he pulled back from the embrace and looked his son in the eyes, "I just hate seeing you hurt. I love you and I never, ever wanted to see you in pain, especially not like this."
Kurt gave a small nod and took in a deep breath, "I know. I love you too Dad." He paused for a moment and looked around, "Can- can you go see how Finn's doing?"
"Sure," Burt told his son with a small, weak smile as he patted his head softly. "Do you want me to send Blaine in while you're waiting?"
"Yeah," Kurt murmured with another nod as he lay back in the stiff hospital bed.
"Alright," he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his son's forehead, something he hadn't done since Kurt was much smaller. "I'll be back soon."
Kurt smiled weakly. The display of affection was unexpected, but it comforted him. It reminded him of all the times his mother had kissed his forehead while tucking him into bed. He watched silently as his father left the room and soon after his boyfriend lingered at the door and mimed a knock.
"Hey," Kurt said tiredly as Blaine stepped into the room and sat down in the chair next to the bed. "How're you feeling?"
Blaine shook his head slipped his hand under Kurt's, "Are you seriously asking me that?"
Kurt frowned, "Yeah."
"You're crazy," he leaned forward and tentatively planted a gentle kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay," Kurt lied softly. "They had to check for-" he hesitated before whispering, "-internal injuries and stuff, but I'm okay." He shifted uncomfortably at the subject of conversation and squeezed Blaine's hand as he changed it, "Have you talked to the police yet?"
Blaine shook his head and frowned, "My parents aren't here. It took me awhile to get a hold of them and they- well they said I should've called my aunt instead. She's on her way now." His gold flecked eyes looked at Kurt sadly, "They don't really want to get involved and since I'm living with my aunt most of the week- they said technically she's my guardian and I'm her responsibility now."
Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes as he whispered, "I'm sorry Blaine."
"Don't be," Blaine murmured to him and running his hand gently over Kurt's bruised arm. "It's not your fault. You just worry about you, okay? My aunt loves me for me and accepts me as I am, that's something. I still wish my parents were like yours, but I have to live with having an aunt who loves me like I'm her own."
"I'm glad you have her then," Kurt managed a smile, before sighing. "I want out of here. I hate hospitals."
"You probably won't have to stay long," Blaine reassured him with another squeeze of his hand. "Do you want to hear some good news? Your step-mom said the police arrested Karofsky."
Some of the tension that had been built up in Kurt's muscles relaxed, "Really?"
"Yes," Blaine let out a small, genuine smile. "He tried to run, but they caught up with him before he could even get off school grounds." He kissed Kurt's cheek chastely and watched as blood rushed to the area.
"I'm so lucky," Kurt whispered as he blushed, "I don't know what I did to deserve you." He squeezed his fingers around Blaine's hand. "Not many people would stay after something like this."
"Kurt, you're not lucky," Blaine shook his head, "I'm lucky. Don't you know how amazing you are?" He gently placed a hand under Kurt's chin and tilted his head up so he could kiss him tenderly, "How could I ever stop loving someone like you; especially over something you had no control over; hmm?"
Kurt stared at him open mouthed, before asking softly, "You love me?"
"Oops," Blaine gently caressed the side of his boyfriend's face and was pleasantly surprised at how relaxed Kurt seemed. Ever since the night Kurt had been 'sick' he'd been somewhat tense whenever Blaine or anyone else touched him. "I guess my secret's all out in the open now." He paused and added reassuringly, "Yes Kurt, I love you. I've loved you a long time, I was just too stupid to realize it, and then too afraid to admit it."
"I love you too," Kurt whispered, pulling Blaine towards him, "Even if you can be a little moronic sometimes."
"Be nice," he joked softly, slipping next to Kurt on the bed when the boy motioned for him too. He gently wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, smiling despite himself when Kurt turned into him, resting his head on his chest. He kissed the top of his head softly as Kurt snuggled into him sleepily, "I love you."
"I love you too," Kurt murmured, his eyes fluttering closed as he spoke.
Ten minutes later when Burt Hummel walked into the room he was a little surprised to see the two boys curled up on the bed together. His face softened, seeing how at peace his son seemed wrapped up in the other boy's arms and he whispered to Blaine quietly, "When he wakes up, tell him Finn's gonna be just fine, alright?"
Blaine nodded his head silently.
"And Blaine?"
"Yes Mr. Hummel?" Blaine whispered quietly, almost expecting a lecture.
"I'm glad Kurt has you," Burt paused softly with a sad smile, "Your parents are really missing out, you know?"
Blaine blinked back a couple tears, "Thanks Mr. Hummel. I just- I wish they thought so too."
"Blaine," a hand rested on his shoulder and Blaine held back a flinch, "Something tells me you're going to be around for a while, so why don't you call me Burt, okay?"
"O-okay Burt," he tested out the name on his lips, looking up at his boyfriend's father nervously.
"If you ever need anything," Burt added after an awkward moment, letting his hand squeeze the boy's shoulder gently, "You can come to me, alright?"
Blaine blinked harder, managing to keep in all the tears but one, "Thank you Mr- Burt."
Burt smiled softly, "Go to sleep. You both need it."
Blaine swallowed thickly and nodded; before he let his eyes start to flutter closed. He was pretty tired and it felt pretty safe to fall asleep there in the hospital with Kurt in his arms, Karofsky in custody and Burt watching over them protectively.
He tightened his hold around Kurt slightly, but it soon loosened to a limp embrace as the tension left his muscles and his consciousness slipped away.
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