Kurt tucked his hands deep into his pockets as the cold night air slapped across his face. He forgot to grab his coat on his way out, but it didn't matter. There was no way he was going back there. He walked up to the curb and hailed a cab. With the Friday night New York City traffic, there was no telling how long it would take to get back to Bushwick. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, his fingers numb from the freezing wind. He hoped Rachel was home as he dialed her number.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Rachel," he croaked, clearing his throat. He didn't realize his voice had gone hoarse. Hopefully after some warm tea with honey it would be back to normal. "Sorry. Are you at home?"

"Yes, but I'm about to leave with Brody. What's the matter? You sound weird," she said. Kurt didn't want her to know. Not right away. He would tell her in the morning, when she wasn't in a rush to get out the door.

"Everything's fine," he lied. "Just make sure the door's unlocked. I don't think I have my key."

"What'd you do with it?" she asked him. "Are you sure everything's okay? Did something happen with you and Adam?" Kurt shuddered as he heard his name. He didn't want to think about it.

"No, Rachel, I'm fine! Just leave the door unlocked. I'll be home soon," he snapped, pressing the 'End' button on his screen until it finally hung up the phone call. Kurt didn't know what to do or who to call. He decided his dad would be the best option. He would give him advice.

"Hey, buddy," his dad said as he answered the phone. "What's up?"

"Dad," Kurt said, relieved to hear the sound of his voice. "Do… do you have a minute to talk?" Kurt hunched over in the seat, trying to warm up.

"Yeah, I'm not doing anything. What's the matter?" he asked. Kurt didn't know how to say it. He bit his lip hesitantly, and then spit it out.

"Adam hit me."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Kurt was scared his dad had hung up. Tears filled his eyes and he looked at the screen of his phone. Sure enough, he was on the line. "Dad? Say something?"

"Tell me what happened," he said in a low voice. "Start at the very beginning." Kurt took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"We went out for dinner, which was fine, and then we went back to his place to watch a movie or two. I had been t-talking to Blaine earlier, and he was texting me. I didn't want to just ignore him, so I answered his text, and Adam saw me and started getting upset. He said I still clearly had feelings for Blaine and that I didn't love him, but I told him me and Blaine were just f-friends. We started arguing, and he wanted me to choose. He wanted me to pick between him and Blaine. I told him when he was t-treating me the way he was then that I would choose Blaine, because he would n-never do that to me, and then he slapped me across the face. It was really hard, and it almost knocked me over. He started to apologize, but I pushed him away from me and left. I didn't get my coat or anything. I grabbed my wallet, that's it. I'm on my w-way home now."

Kurt had tears coming down his face and dripping off his chin. It took his dad a minute to come up with something to say.

"I don't want you near that kid again. Got it? Are you going to press charges on him?" his dad asked. Kurt hadn't even thought about that. A slap in the face wasn't much of a crime, but Adam was over eighteen, so something could be done.

"No," Kurt said, just above a whisper. "I don't want to just forget about it, though. I'm not going to have anything to do with him. He's a senior, so after this semester I probably won't see him again. I just… don't know what to think. He was so nice to me, and showed me around NYADA and always paid for our dates, and I didn't think he would do that."

"You don't know how somebody really is until you see them when they're angry. I'm glad you were able to get out of there." Kurt sat up and looked out the window of the taxi.

"Yeah. I'm almost home, Dad. I think I just want to go to bed. Can I call you in the morning?"

"Yeah, that's fine. You can call anytime, kiddo, even in the middle of the night. Don't forget that. Okay? I love you so much, Kurt."

"Love you too, Dad. Talk to you later." Kurt hung up, tired of talking. He was just a few miles from home.

He walked up the steps to his and Rachel's little apartment. He felt numb all over, physically and emotionally. When he stepped inside it was mostly dark, except for a few lamps Rachel left on before she left. With any luck she would crash at Brody's, so Kurt could have a much needed night alone. He changed into pajamas and brushed his teeth, examining his face in the mirror. There were marks on his left cheek from where Adam slapped him. Hopefully they would be gone by the morning.

Kurt slid into bed and turned off his light. He didn't want to bother with his boyfriend pillow. He realized how much he wanted Blaine instead. Blaine would know what to say to make him feel better about the whole thing. Kurt checked his phone one last time, just to see what time it was. Apparently he got his wish, because there was a text from Blaine: 'Rachel told me you were acting strange on the phone. She told me to call you, but I didn't want to bug you. If anything's going on you know you can talk to me.' Kurt smiled for the first time all night. He called him right away.

"Hey," Blaine answered. "Did you get my text?"

"Yeah," Kurt sniffled. Being out in the cold made his nose run. "I have something I need to tell you…"

Author's Notes:

No one prompted this, and it's not really a sickfic, but I guess it's hurt/comfort so whatever.

We haven't really seen a lot of Adam on the show, but I think he can tell Kurt's still having a hard time getting over Blaine, and I can imagine it would be kind of frustrating, dating someone who still has feelings for someone else.

It was hard to write the part where Kurt was on the phone with his dad. I'm not a parent, so I don't know if I wrote his reaction appropriately, but I tried!

So yeah. Let me know what you think of this one!