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Kurt felt his breath get caught in his throat, for a moment, making him unable to breathe as Blaine sank to the floor in front of him. Already, a bruise was forming on the other boy's head along with a trail of blood swimming down his face although Kurt couldn't see where it started. Instead of showing any signs of remorse however, Karofsky merely kicked the unconscious teen onto his back, careful to tread on him as he walked towards Kurt.

"It's been a long time since I got you alone, isn't it? You changed your phone number, moved... I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me. But you know, I would never forget you."

Bile rose in Kurt's throat, out of context, the words could sound as if they were ex-lovers, but there was no mistaking the silent threats and promise of violence dripping on every word. It was sick. Karofsky was sick.

"But I knew you loved me really, don't you?"

It wasn't a question, more a demand. The jock snatched Kurt's face in his hand, pulling it roughly upwards and staring into the glasz eyes.

"I asked you a question. Answer me!"

The shout nearly deafened Kurt, yet he didn't say anything. Because what could he say? Instead he just stared back hopelessly, willing it all to be over.

However, this just seemed to further anger the larger teen, Karofsky spitting in Kurt's eye before throwing him to the ground.

"It's all your FUCKING FAULT!"

With the last word, Karofsky aimed a hard kick to Kurt's ribs, making Kurt roll over, his chest on fire.

"If you had been normal, none of this would have happened! You'd never have FUCKING INFECTED ME!"

If Kurt hadn't felt so scared at that moment, he'd be disgusted. It wasn't a disease- he didn't turn Karofsky anymore than he could turn water into wine. The only thing there that wasn't natural was the jock's homophobia.

"What? Aren't you going to say anything? Maybe it's because you're finally realising that I'm right."

Another kick was launched, this time connecting with Kurt's elbow as he hugged his bruised chest. But still, Kurt stayed silent, the pain only showing on his face.

"Answer me!"

Karofsky grabbed Kurt by his hair, pulling him forcefully to his feet with disregard to the way the smaller boy's breath hitched as he struggled to control the pain. Forcibly, Karofsky pulled Kurt's head back until their eyes were mere inches apart.

"ANSWER ME!"

Silence.

After what felt like a lifetime, Karofsky dropped Kurt, pulling out a bunch of his hair in the process. The jock smirked, his posture calm and relaxed whilst his eyes were wild.

"Okay. Okay, I understand. You don't want to say anything- that's fine. Like I said, I understand. I guess you won't have any objections to me shooting your friend then?"

Horrorstricken, Kurt watched as the gun was pointed at Blaine who was still slumped on the ground, unconscious.

"No, Nothing? Well, okay then, bye loverboy-"

"Don't! P-please.."

*flashback*

Kurt hated school. Okay, that wasn't completely true, he loved to learn. He loved to be with his friends every day. He loved being able to judge other people's outfits from afar, mentally criticizing them. But he hated the way he spent more time in school fearing for his life nowadays than actually learning. In fact, he despised it. And yet, he knew he couldn't ever tell anyone the truth why. Unless he wanted to be dead by the following morning.

He was French class, staring out of the window that was covered in condensation. Before, French had been one of his favourite subjects. Due to one Sue Sylvester, he was fluent in the language and would spend his time insulting Azimio, one of jock, jocks/bullies, and also Karofsky's best friend, who was thankfully illiterate in the language. Now he'd simply sit there, unable to focus on his studies as he constantly worried about where he'd hide today.

The choir room was a no-go. After he'd stopped participating as much in glee club, many had thought he was simply being snobbish and thought they weren't good enough for him. Rachel had asked him about it, wondering if it was because of his lack of solos and asking if he'd like to sing with her soon. Apparently she thought it would ruin their group dynamic at regionals if he continued to ignore them.

Although it was a nice suggestion, it had ended in an argument, Kurt getting angry at the girl for her self centeredness. They'd barely talked after but that was why Kurt had shouted at her, to keep her from prying.

Mercedes had taken a different approach, texting more than often and constantly trying to make conversation. Kurt still felt bad about the amount of times he'd turned down sleepovers and shopping trips but, as he frequently told himself, it was for the best. He wasn't sure he could deal with it if she ever found out about what Karofsky had been doing, and he didn't think Karofsky would let her get away without being hurt in the process and Kurt wouldn't wish that on his worse enemy. Who knew what he was capable of anyway?

He briefly considered spending his lunch in the lunch hall, after all, Karosky wouldn't hurt him too much in plain sight, would he? But as quickly as the idea came, he dismissed it, knowing the looks he'd get from the rest of glee club would be a worse punishment.

His next thought was of the toilets, but that was too hidden from anyone else, so if Karofsky was to find him, nobody would help him. Honestly, he wasn't sure if anyone would help if they found out anyway, after all, as Karofsky had said, he deserved it. Anyway, the room only had one exit so it was too easy to be trapped there.

In the end, he opted to head to the bleachers and hide under them. It was secluded enough that nobody would find him, yet open enough that he could run easily and people would come if he screamed. It was perfect.

He glanced at the clock, watching the seconds tick by as it grew steadily closer to the bell for lunch. Kurt was dreading it, knowing he could easily get hurt as the teachers refused to patrol the corridors.

Five minutes later, the bell rang and Kurt hurriedly gathered his pens and books together, sweeping them into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder. The quicker he left, the more people would be in the corridor and hopefully less chance of Karofsky seeing him through the crowd. He ducked his head and walked off at a pace comparable to a slow jog.

He was about to turn right down to the quickest exit but paused as he heard shouts, signalling a fight had broken out. It appeared to be between Azimio, who must have taken a different to Kurt, and another boy on the football team Kurt didn't know the name of. It was one whose hair always looked like it was coated in a layer of grease. Seeing the gathering crowd, Kurt turned, knowing it would probably take longer to escape this way.

Quickly, he left the scene and headed down a conjoined corridor, this route being longer, but taking him to the same location. However, the further he walked, the more and more he noticed the thinning amount of people, everyone seeming to have disappeared in order to watch the fight. Biting his lip, the pulled his sleeves over his hands and crossed his arms over his chest before picking up his pace. He just wanted to get out of there, he knew it was dangerous to be alone.

And boy, how right he was.

Out of nowhere, a hand gripped tight around his arm, pulling him close to another body. As Kurt met his attackers eyes, he froze, what was happening registering in his mind. He tried to pull away but it was useless, so he settled with letting out a shrill scream. At least, he tried, the sound coming out as a choke as a hand wrapped itself around his throat, threatening to grow tighter.

"I wouldn't say anything if I were you Hummel. You wouldn't want people knowing your dirty little secret, do you?"

In return to this, Kurt began to shake, tears including up as he continued to struggle, sending a kick to his attacker's groin in doing so. Immediately, Karofsky let go, bending over and wheezing in pain; Kurt took this as his chance and ran.

The problem with running? Karofsky, being a football player, easily caught up. Next thing he knew, a hand was forcefully pushing his head multiple times against a locker. Pain was filling Kurt's head, yet it felt numb. It was as if he had detached his mind from his body and wasn't completely there. However, one final blow still managed to send him reeling into darkness.

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was the smell, it was a mixture of urine and poor cleaning fluid. It reminded him of- oh God. He opened his eyes, wincing at the pain as his suspicions were confirmed. He was in the bathrooms.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up- I thought it'd be more fun if you were awake to remember it."

Immediately, Kurt pulled away from the jock, almost falling onto his back as he stuck his hand out to keep balance from where he was sat. The only problem was his hands appeared to be tied.

"You know, you playing hard to get only turns me on more."

"Get away from me!"

"You say that as if you don't want it. I know you do; you deny it too much."

Karofsky took a step towards Kurt and the other boy pushed himself away in response, gulping as his back hit the wall. Desperately, he began to stall for time, hoping someone would walk in soon and stop the taller boy.

"You won't get away with this! I'll-I'll tell!"

"You tell anyone and I'll fucking kill you. Then I'll move on to your family."

"You're sick!"

"And it's all your fault! You deserve this for what you did to me!"

"I didn't do anything- please, just- just let me go!"

The tears were falling freely down Kurt's face yet Karofsky felt no sympathy.

"YES YOU DID! If you weren't born, I'd never feel like this!"

"Please- it's not my fault-" pleaded Kurt.

"Yes it is, and you know what? I'm going to make you pay."

"What? No-"

Kurt was cut off as a thick hand wrapped around his throat, almost choking him as he was forced to his feet. Still with a grip that made it impossible to breathe, Karofsky pressed his lips against Kurt's, tasting the salty tears that were running down Kurt's face and smiling. As black spots yet again began to cloud his vision, Kurt made a final attempt to get free, raising his leg with force until it collided with the other boy's crotch. After all, it had worked before.

Unfortunately for Kurt, the other teenager had been expecting this and had moved so his knee hadn't had the same impact it had the first time. Instead of hurting him, it only seemed to anger him more.

"You fucking little shit!" He shouted, throwing Kurt hard against the floor and pressing a foot on the boy's chest, adding just enough pressure to make it extremely difficult to breathe.

"You're in for it now- Azimio and Kyle are distracting the teachers, so I'll be able to take my time, nice and slow. Maybe it'll teach you just what happens when you try and spread the gay."

Kurt didn't even bother replying, he didn't think he had the strength to; physical or mental. Instead he shut his eyes, waiting in terror for the rough hands to start touching him like before.

"If you scream, I'll kill you."

No reply. Instead, all Kurt felt was a rush of cold air as his shirt was ripped open, the buttons popping off and scattering across the room. Then he waited. Because what else could he do?

However, what happened next was something Kurt hadn't anticipated. A vivid, sharp pain that felt freezing, yet burning with heat sparked like a flame on his abdomen and Kurt, despite Karofsky's warning, nearly screamed anyway. It was unlike anything the boy had felt before and it blinded him, making everything else in the room, everyone else, disappear. The only thing in the world at that moment was pain.

Excruciating and uncontrollable pain.

What must have been a knife retraced the cut it had already made, adding pressure and twisting deeper, yet always just the enough to keep Kurt from blacking out or diminish the pain.

For a second, the pain then lessened slightly, as if a weight had been retracted from it and Kurt gasped for air. At the back of his mind, Kurt thought he heard the sound of an object being placed on the floor and he felt a rush of thankfulness, relaxing slightly at the thought of the ordeal finally being over. However, his hopes were quickly died as what must have been a thumb forced its way into the wound, pressing hard as it twisted, tearing the skin further. Kurt screamed, unprepared for this as the pain increased, making his muscles rigid as the torture filled all of his senses. This was a feeling he only imagined in books, or hell. He didn't think it was possible for something to hurt this much.

"Shut up!"

Kurt screamed again as the thumb pushed harder into him; beads of sweat were trailing down his head now and Kurt was beginning to hope death would hurry up and come.

"SHUT UP!"

Suddenly, the jock was pulled off him and he could hear other voices, ones that sounded like Finn and Puck, though it sounded to Kurt like angels. With a sigh, Kurt closed his eyes and drifted off.

For some reason, there were only three words that got through to Kurt's unconscious.

"Don't tell anyone."

When Kurt's eyes next opened, he was back on the rooftop. It had begun to rain now yet Karofsky was still with them. He appeared to be talking though Kurt couldn't fully hear his words. The older boy seemed to have not noticed the flashback, and was still waving his gun about.

Over the wind, a whimper sounded and Kurt looked up, wondering who it came from. It took one glance at the gelled hair to remember-Blaine. Memories of Karofsky hurting him came rushing back and Kurt's eyes widened- Blaine! Immediately, he tried to move, trying to get to the other boy- he didn't need to get hurt over someone else's problems.

As he lifted his arms, he realised not all of the pain in his flashback was imagined, his ribs were aching and his throat felt no better.

"..and of course, you would get the cops involved- you know I've had to hide at Azimio's for months now? But you-you! You've been hanging out here with that fucking hobbit-" Karofsky jerked his thumb at Blaine as the wind died down, making his words easier to hear in the night. Kurt wished it would pick up again, "but you know what? It's just given me more time to plan my revenge. To make your life as bad as you made mine."

"What? No sassy comment? Well, that's just you all over. Fucking weak."

As Karofsky continued to speak, Kurt could see Blaine moving behind him. The teen was climbing to his feet, clutching his head as he did so. Kurt didn't know what he was going to do, but knew if Karofsky saw him, Blaine would be dead in seconds. Desperately, he tried to distract Karofsky from turning.

"I'm not." It came out in barely a whisper, partly due to nearly being strangled, partly due to his fear of what Karofsky would do if he heard him speak without permission. Behind the jock, Blaine paused, trying not to rush over to Kurt and sweep him into a hug. The pain in the other boy's voice was heartbreaking to say the least.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch you," it wasn't a question, it was a dare. And the glint in his eye was the threat.

"I-I'm not weak.."

"Look at you!" Karofsky lashed out at Kurt, catching him in his already aching ribs, "you hide behind others and can't even take it like a man! And you're fucking crying. You baby; I barely touched you."

Kurt gritted his teeth, Blaine was about two foot from Karofsky now, and Kurt was beginning to wonder about what the boy was going to do.

"You've done a check of a load more to me. My DAD HATES ME! Do you know how that feels? I'm never going to be normal again! Because of you, I'm going to prison if I get caught- and it's all your fucking fault. All of this is!"

He was waving the gun about more and more now, the shaft always pointing at Kurt however.

"So before I go, there's only one thing I have left to do. Get up."

"W-what?"

"Get up!"

With the threat of the gun, Kurt somehow managed to climb to his feet, though shakily and having to bend slightly to avoid to much pain from his stomach. Looking down the barrel, Kurt swore the night got colder. Or maybe it was because he knew he was probably going to die.

"Say your fucking goodbyes, princess."

With that, Karofsky tugged the trigger of the gun, the bullet speeding out towards Kurt, but not before a body leapt in front of the other boy, pushing him backwards as the bullet met flesh and bone.

The teenager fell to the ground, writhing in pain as blood began to pool around him.

"Blaine!"