AN: I got tickets to go see Darren in Toronto on June 12th! I'm so excited :) But I was so disappointed with the glee season finale and I didn't even expect to be HAPPY during what pisses me off is that we haven't been getting a lot of reaction from Kurt (besides the very small scene when Blaine asked him to stay for regionals and Kurt thought it was gonna be a date) and other than that we never get to hear from KURT, just people speaking over him and I'm tired of it. Give Kurt some screen time where he can talk about his feelings for Blaine like I'm so done with Blaine glancing over at Kurt and Kurt not saying anything. But watch, in season 5 they will magically be all over each other again because apparently when you break up on glee, you go months without talking to each other and then one day you're suddenly making out and having sex without explanation. SO disappointed. Sorry for the long update!

You never expect crazy things to happen to you so quickly during the day. When you get hurt or cry, you never really think back to the time you woke up that morning and think, "I wonder if I'll get hurt or cry today." Everything happened so fast.

It was a blur of color and sound that occurred within a five minute time span. One minute, Kurt was feeling normal, and the next, he was shaking with a bruised hand, bloody lips and a very angry Blaine by his side.

EARLIER

The feeling of not talking to Blaine was starting to settle in, but not in a good way. Kurt didn't want to surrender himself to being silent with Blaine all the time, however it was getting easier to remind himself not to talk to him, if that made sense. It'd been a little over one week since they actually talked or texted.

They were both feeling it. They both wanted to talk to each other desperately, but since they were both too stubborn to say anything, nothing happened. It was like they were almost to shy or scared to say something on top of being stubborn. Were they a couple still?

Blaine hated that word. "Couple." It reminded him of parents.

So they walked the halls and shared uncomfortable glances while trying not to get caught staring at each other, and it was the most awkward and confining Kurt had ever felt.

That afternoon, after most of the students went home, glee club rehearsal was going on in the choir room. They needed to practice for Regionals (even though Mr. Schue insisted on having a new theme for songs every week and they ended up picking songs for Regionals 4 days before the competition), but Kurt wasn't feeling it. He hadn't been feeling it for the past week, and people began to notice.

"What's the matter?" asked Mercedes quietly when Mr. Schue was giving a lecture.

"Nothing," Kurt replied with a blank face.

"I know it ain't nothing," Mercedes said. "You don't look like yourself, Kurt."

"Something with Blaine," Kurt shrugged. "It's not a big deal though."

"Blaine? Why, did you guys break up?"

"No. Well, I don't know actually."

"Did you guys get into a fight?"

"Kind of..." Kurt sighed. "It's a long story. We just got mad at each other and now we don't know how to start talking to each other."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. For real? You both need to stop acting like babies and just talk to each other so you can get it over with! Quit tip-toeing around the lines like that. That boy probably sprays his cheap leather jacket from Macy's with your cologne because he misses you at night like a puppy."

"I'm going to the bathroom," Kurt ignored Mercedes's comment, even though he knew secretly that she was right. He got up and excused himself from the class without asking permission.

Kurt didn't really need to use the bathroom. He knew Blaine always waited for him near the bleachers after every glee rehearsal, and he was beginning to get annoyed from their little silent-staring contest. He needed to find Blaine and talk to him.

But before he could even make it outside, he suddenly felt a heavy hand grab his shoulder from behind and start to pull him backwards. Before he could say anything, he was being pulled into one of the boys locker rooms and he felt his back slam up against something cold.

Kurt found himself face-to-face with a certain football player.

"K-Karofsky?" Kurt said, confused. Why was David Karofsky of all people cornering him in the middle of the boys locker room?

When Karofsky said nothing, it made Kurt feel increasingly more uncomfortable. Even though Karofsky was one of Kurt's former bullies, he'd stopped and never really did anything anymore to intimidate of hurt Kurt. And while Kurt didn't necessarily like him, he didn't hate him, because at least he stopped with the harassing.

"Um," Kurt muttered, "What are you-"

"Why do you like that faggot so much?"

Kurt flinched, not at the use of "faggot", because he was already so used to hearing that word, but of how Karofsky cut him off in such a low, almost whispered voice.

"What?"

"Why do you hang around with a faggot like that?" Karofsky spat. "He's the last person I expected you to be messing around with."

Once the initial shock wore off, Kurt realized that Karofsky had to be referring to Blaine.

"First of all, we are not messing around," Kurt shot back. "Second, that's none of your business why I'm with him."

Karofsky's beady eyes analyzed Kurt's face, and Kurt tried to conceal his gulp.

"Why are you even talking to me anyways?" Kurt asked. "What's you're-"

Kurt was cut off abruptly when he felt a pair of strong lips slam themselves to his.

At first, Kurt didn't make sense of what was happening. All he saw was a blur and the feeling of something tugging and prying his mouth open, and that's when he realized Karofksy was kissing him.

Panic and confusion ran through Kurt's blood and turned it cold. Kurt shoved Karofsky away with as much force as he could so that the heavier boy stumbled back a few steps, however it still wasn't enough distance to give Kurt the space he needed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kurt squeaked, his arms wrapped protectively around his torso. Before he could say anything else, however, Karosky stepped in closer to him and slammed him back up against the locker, causing the room to echo with the sound of clattering metal against skin.

"Karofsky, st-" was all Kurt managed to get out before the feeling of Karofsky's thin, chapped lips were back on his. Kurt's heart pounded with fear when Karofsky's sweaty palms started to grope the sides of Kurt's legs and his breathing hitched. Kurt's lips remained unmoving, but his hands were eagerly trying to push the weight pinning him to the lockers.

"Fucking stop it," Karofsky growled into Kurt's mouth, and he pinned Kurt's wrists together with one hand while the other continued to explore the lower half of Kurt's body.

This couldn't be happening. There was no way this could be happening right now. Kurt was seeing through tunnel vision now, so frightened that he thought he might pass out. He didn't want the feeling of the lips currently smothering the side of his neck, he didn't want the heavy breathing down his shirt, and he didn't want the large and heavy hand squeezing him in areas he didn't want to be touched in. Or at least, certainly not touched by Karofsky.

"S-stop," Kurt 's voice quivered, tears threatening to form in his eyes. He'd never felt this afraid before. He thought back to the time when Blaine had first kissed him by the lockers outside, how his body language was slow and gave Kurt the option to to push him away if he wanted to.

Kurt's gasped when teeth bit down on the side of his neck and a strong hand cupped him through his jeans.

"I said stop!" Kurt yelled, and gathering up all his strength, he drew his hand back and struck Karofsky across the face as hard as he possibly could. Kurt's fist collided with most of Karofsky's left cheek and most of his eye, and the sound resonated into the room.

"Fuck!" Karofsky cursed, stumbling back again and clutching the side of his face with one hand. Kurt didn't waste any time running as fast as he could out the door and into the hallway, clutching the hand that he'd punched Karosky with.

Kurt nearly slipped and fell over on the linoleum floors, running down the hallway, trying to get as far away from the boys locker room as he could. Even though Kurt wasn't out of breath, his chest heaved and his breath came out in irregular bursts of panicked gasps.

Kurt turned the corner and immediately slammed into another body. He felt a pair of arms wrap around him and heard a string of curses being let out before he tumbled to the ground, landing on top of another person.

"Kurt?" the voice said, and Kurt knew he would recognize that voice anywhere. "Jesus, ever thought about slowing down?"

Kurt sat up shakily on his knees, still clutching his wrists and trembling from all the different things that just happened in the past seven minutes. Blaine sat up casually like nothing was wrong, until he saw the look or horror on Kurt's face and the tremble in his body.

"Oh my god," Blaine breathed, and before Kurt could even turn to face Blaine, he felt a pair of strong and warm hands gently but firmly grasping the sides of his face. "Kurt, what the hell happened to you?"

That was all Kurt needed to be able to break down and burst into tears. He felt the hot liquid running down his face before he let out the first sob. That was also all Blaine needed to jump into action and tug Kurt into his chest.

"Kurt," Blaine half-whispered, "Baby, baby, what happened? Why are you crying?"

Kurt needed a few moments to compose himself. Blaine allowed him to just sit there in the middle of the hall and cry until he felt well enough to actually form coherent sentences.

"Breathe," Blaine told him, and Kurt obeyed, forcing himself to take deep breaths. He lifted his non-injured hand and wiped the tears away with the back of his sleeve.

"What happened to your hand?" Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrists and saw the blue bruises that were starting to form across his knuckles. Blaine gently began to rub his fingers back and forth across the bruised surface of Kurt's skin. As terrible as Kurt was feeling right now, he had to admit that Blaine was making him feel a little better so far.

"I'm sorry," Kurt whimpered before sobbing once.

"Don't apologize for anything," Blaine told him. "Just tell me what happened."

Blaine rubbed Kurt's back gently as he spoke. "I-I was in glee rehearsal and I came outside to look for you," Kurt admitted. "And, u-um, I started walking down the hall and I felt someone grab me from behind..."

Kurt explained everything, and somehow managed to avoid using Karofksy's name for the entire story. He didn't want to say his name. By the end of Kurt's story, Blaine looked furious, like he would tear down the walls of McKinley high and then set the remains on fire. But behind the anger, there was a deep layer of concern for Kurt.

"Who was it?" Blaine asked.

"I-I don't want to say," Kurt whined.

"Baby," Blaine said gently, "You know I don't mean to pressure you, but you need to tell me who it was. That's the only way I can help you."

"It was Karofsky," Kurt whispered.

"...What?" Blaine huffed in disbelief.

"Karofsky. He k-kissed me," Kurt said. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feeling of Blaine's hands on his own. Speaking of which, his hand started to throb a little uncomfortably from the blow. He didn't think it was broken, just sore.

"I'll fucking kill him," Blaine's voice was murderous. Kurt's eyes flew open.

"No!" Kurt cried. "No, please don't get involved, Blaine. Please, he'll kill you."

"Not if I kill him first," Blaine said. "He hurt you, Kurt. He...he sexually assaulted you and you think I'm just gonna sit here and let him get away with doing this to you?"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's face and looked deep into his blue eyes. "There's no way in hell I'm letting that son of a bitch touch you like that ever again. But you have to understand, Kurt, that I'm getting involved."

"Couldn't we just tell the principal of something? Oh god, my dad is going to freak out, he's already sick-"

Blaine pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's lips, and after a week without it, the feeling felt like home. Blaine pulled away and kissed Kurt's forehead.

"Hey," Blaine said. "What's with your hand?"

"I punched him," Kurt explained.

"In the face?"

"Yeah."

Blaine smirked and kissed Kurt's nose. "That's my boy."

AN: There will be more Karofsky stuff in the next chapter.