Uninvited Chapter 34, a glee fanfic

The next day, Kurt returned to school, however, he still felt so uneasy and sickened, and he was not at all prepared for what happened when he left school that afternoon. And when it did happen, he completely left him in trauma and fear.

As he went to his car, he just felt very uneasy, which he suspected was natural due to PTSD, but this was a different type of uneasiness. His fingers shook as he opened his car door, about to go in so he could head home, but the instant that he felt somebody's hand come to his mouth, panic made his blood turn cold. He felt his wrists being held tightly behind his back. He was dragged across the lot towards a rusty pick-up, and was shoved inside. A gag got tied around his head, depriving him of any speech, and his wrists got bound tightly with cords. He also felt a blindfold come over his eyes as well. He felt himself being held into place by a set of arms very tightly, and he heard the engine start. He began to scream, struggling against the arms holding him down. He felt his eyes heating up. He didn't know who did this or where they were taking him, but he was so terrified about where this was headed. The car stopped, and he was dragged out by the wrists and onto grass and dirt, knowing his clothing would be filthy beyond repair. He got shoved into a room, and he heard a door slam. The blindfold came off from his eyes, and he was looking at Karofsky, Rick, and Azimio, who circled him, grinning madly. He was Azimio had a kitchen knife, and he felt the blade tearing his shirt into shreds until his entire chest and back were exposed. Rick grabbed his wrists and dragged him over to a post in the wall, forcing his wrists onto it and securing them with more rope. He looked to his right and saw what appeared to be a stick with some rope attached to it with nails, thorns, spike and a bunch of other things he could not even think of. He felt his pants being pulled down, and the instant Azimio's hand hit his ass, he began to cry out in pain.

Slap.

Kurt screamed at every impact of the hands hitting his ass. He felt his butt cheeks beginning to burn and blister at the impact and the force. Tears began rolling down his cheeks as he struggled against the bondage. Soon enough, the gag came out of his mouth, and he screams pierced out loudly, the pitch high enough to ruin an eardrum.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" his voice was shrill and piercing.

"Teaching you a lesson, you bitch!" Rick growled as he grabbed Kurt's hair. He slapped him as hard as he could, and continued with slapping the crying, struggling boy.

Slap.

The side of Kurt's face began to burn from the slapping. Just when he thought it was over, he saw the whip being picked up by Azimio, and all three of them took turns whipping his bared back. He screamed as the sharp objects cut into his skin. It hurt so badly. As he was whipped, the bullies called him names in between, humiliating him even more so.

Slap.

"Fag!"

Slap.

"Fairy!"

Slap.

"Faggot!"

Slap.

"Queer!"

Slap.

"Homo!"

Slap.

"Loser!"

Slap.

"Lady!"

Slap.

"Slut-bag!"

Slap.

"Whore!"

Slap.

"Pussy!"

Slap.

"Skank!"

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"Queen!"

Slap.

"Princess!"

Slap.

"Fairy Queen!"

Slap.

Kurt screamed at every impact of the whip against his skin. He screamed and cried out in pain, terrified. The whip ripped his skin apart, slicing his back up as he felt blood slither down. Each time he got whipped, the weaker he felt. He felt weak, like he was going limp from the pain. He was afraid he might die from the whipping and the blood loss. He panted, sweat pouring down with the tears. He cried out tearfully, trying to stay conscious and awake, but the pain was becoming too much to bear. But he knew that he needed to hold on. Suddenly, he heard someone yelling.

"HEY!" the voice was hysterical, worried, scared. It was Blaine. He heard his boyfriend stepping in front of the whip. "STOP IT YOU'RE KILLING HIM!"

"Blaine," he whispered out scratchily. "Blaine please!" He turned his head to see Rachel and Finn there, too. He clenched his jaw tightly. He saw Rachel calling the cops.

"Look if you three know what the hell is good for you stop it right there!" Finn snapped. He stepped forward next to Blaine. Kurt was more worried about Rachel and how petite and tiny she was. If one of those guys hurt her. . . . .

Suddenly the sirens came faster than they all expected. Karofsky dropped the whip and the cowards began running out the door like the fools that they were.

Finn rushed over to Kurt, whose entire back was scraped from the whip and bleeding badly. He untied Kurt's wrists, and the paramedics rushed in to check over him. He noticed Kurt's doctor, Dr. Shepherd there. He noticed the damage done to Kurt's back, and helped the medics put Kurt on the stretcher onto his stomach. The doctor excessed the damage on Kurt's back and shook his head. Those boys really did do a number on him. He noticed Kurt going limp and panting badly. He reached into his bag and pulled out what appeared to be rubbing alcohol, bandages, gloves, and cotton balls. Blaine reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand, knowing this was going to sting badly. The doctor pouring the disinfectant and rubbed it into the wombs tenderly, however, Kurt screamed out in pain, groaning and sobbing, squeezing Blaine's hand very, very tightly, his finger nails digging in deeply. Finn held his brother's head still, stroking his hair soothingly. Rachel rubbed the back of his neck gently, whispering soothing, comforting words into Kurt's ears. The bandages wrapped around Kurt's back tightly.

"He should continue to lie down like that until his back heals. We're gonna keep him in for a while," Dr. Shepherd whispered. "Any of you riding along?"

Blaine nodded.

"Blaine you go. I'm calling the others. We'll meet you at the hospital," Finn whispered.

Blaine nodded, searching the doctor's eyes for approval. The doctor nodded, and Blaine climbed into the ambulance, squeezing Kurt's hand tightly in his own and kissing his knuckles.