"The big deal is that he's mine," Puck said, walking over to Dave with a dangerous look on his face. The room was so silent, you could have heard a pin drop. "Om my god, tell me when it's over," Kurt muttered into his hands.
"Is this why you wouldn't give me a chance?" Finn asked, eyes wide as he glanced over to Puck and Dave staring each other down. Said pair snapped their eyes over to Finn. "Whoa, gay boy gots game," Santana said as she smirked. As the boys started getting into a fight over who Kurt belonged to, the football players looked torn between being uncomfortable or amused.
Kurt finally got up as quietly as possible and tried to leave, but of course, Rachel spotted him. "Where are you going?" she asked. Everyone looked at him, either amused, pissed, or surprised.
"So are Finn, Puck, and Karofsky dolphins now?" Brittany asked, drawing giggles from Tina.
The jocks looked confused while the New Directions burst into laughter, save for Puck and Finn. "I'm a dolphin for Kurt, but a shark for everyone else," Puck clarified, causing them to laugh even harder and the football players to look even more confused. "Um, me too," Finn said.
"Whoa, Kurt has the power to get straight guys!" Artie snorted.
"Well, I-" Kurt cut off that thought, rushing out of the room before anyone could say anything.
"This is gonna bite him in the ass later," Noir commented.
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"What are you doing home so early?" Chris whispered as his fingers closed around Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt felt his head spin as he was pushed down to the floor, spots floating in front of his eyes. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was the blood pouring from his leg, or the bruises that peppered his skin, or maybe even the cruel face of Chris taunting him with the sharp blade, but he felt like he had nothing to lose as the words tumbled from his mouth.
"I told someone." He suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline that had long gone come back as he blocked the fist rushing towards his face. Chris looked taken back, but the surprise morphed into fury. "Who? TELL ME!" he yelled, about to drive the knife into his arm, but Kurt punched him in the face, wobbling on his feet but the look in his eyes was one of pure hatred. Chris pushed him back against the wall, the knife barely touching the pale skin of his throat.
"I can and I will kill you, faggot, so you better tell me or I'll cut your throat," he growled, Kurt flinching at Chris's breath on his face, forcing down his need to throw up.
Kurt swallowed, eyes flickering down to the knife uncertainly, but his voice came out with steely determination.
"No."
Chris dragged the knife up his arm, eliciting a strangled cry. So much blood was lost, the pain unbearable. The last thing Kurt saw before blacking out was Burt taking the knife from Chris's hands and punching him in the face.
Burt looked at his son, horror on his face as those eyes closed, blood in a pool around him. He fumbled with his phone, calling 911 as he kept an eye on Chris, who was unconscious on the floor. "911, what's you emergency?" a female voice on the phone asked pleasantly.
"Please, my brother tried to kill my son, and he's losing so much blood…" he breathed, unable to think clearly.
"Please sir, you need to tell me where you are. We can have an ambulance out there in five minutes, but you have to calm down."
In shaky words, Burt finally managed to tell the woman what she needed to know and threw the phone down, cradling his son in his arms, tearing off pieces of his shirt to use as makeshift bandages to stop the bleeding. The sight of his son so…broken scared him. Kurt was always the strong one, the caretaker. He knocked down obstacles like they were nothing with a witty comment and a dry smile.
"I'm so sorry, Please be okay, please be okay," he sobbed, "Don't take him away from me too…"
A few minutes later, the police arrived along with the ambulance. Seeing his son being pulled onto the stretcher was something he wished he never had to see again.