Kurt sat quietly on the stool facing the auditorium. He liked this; the quiet, like he could get away and he knew no one was listening. Sure he was comfortable singing, he did it all the time. But you sing your best when you are alone, because there are no boundaries, you cant fail; and if you do, no one is there to know.

He hummed the beginning of a song he had been working on for glee but never got the chance to sing.

The tricky thing

Is yesterday we were just

He stopped and walked over to the piano. He wasn't very good at it, Blaine had showed him a little bit and he had practiced tabs for this particular song. He brought the microphone to just in front of his face; not afraid to be loud given it was 4 and the day had been over 2 hours ago. He opened his mouth again and let the words pour out freely.

The tricky thing

is yesterday we were just, children

playing soldiers and just, pretending

Dreaming dreams with.. happy endings

in backyards

winning battles with our, wooden swards

until we stepped into a, cruel world

where everybody stands and... keeps score

He straightened his posture and began moving his fingers across the keys.

Everybody's waiting

for you to break down

everybody's watching

to see the fall out

even when you're sleeping, sleeping

keep your eyes, open.

"You sound wonderful."

Kurt's head snapped to the side to see who was talking to him and was taken back when he saw none other than Burt Hummel; his father standing before him. "Keep going."

Kurt nodded and re-positioned himself, now more conscious of how he sounded but closing his eyes and relaxing.

So here you are

2 steps ahead and staying, on guard

every lesson forms a, new scar

you never thought you'd make it... this far

but turn around

oh they've surrounded you its, a showdown

but nobody comes to save you now,

but you've got something they don't, yeah

you've got something they don't

keep your eyes open

everybody's waiting

for you to break down,

everybody's watching

to see the fallout,

even when you're sleeping,

sleeping, keep your eyes open.

Kurt turned back to look at his father. A smile worn on his face and a look of hope of approval.

"I haven't heard you sing in 2 months." He walked slowly up the stairs to the stage grabbing a chair and positioning it in front of the piano. "You want to tell me what's up?"

"Nothing." Kurt lied and began playing with the string on his jacket.

"OK," He nodded, accepting the answer given to him. "look bud, I know, that since you know, your mom died and everything, i haven't really been there for you as much."

"No dad, you have, I just... I don't know, school is stressing me out, then there's college, everything is just slapping me in the face lately."

"Kurt I'm not stupid. You could deal with school, friends, and a job last year as well as making time for rehearsals for glee and your vigorous skin care routine. You thrive on stress, it's a part of you. What's going on with you goes deeper than that." He looked at Kurt hoping for an answer, but when none was giving he cleared his throat and continued. "I see the scars Kurt, and the weight loss, and the... the everything. I don't know what happened to you, and maybe, maybe it's my fault, maybe i should have spoken up when i saw it, but I kept... thinking you would talk to me when you were ready you know. And it seems like the older you get, the more I lose you, and I don't know how to stop it."

"You're not losing me dad."

"Kurt how do you get so lost?"

Kurt head falls and his hand begins to shake and he knows he is about to start crying, but he holds it in because he isn't worth the sympathy. "I just don't know what to do anymore."

Burt stood so he was leaning across the flat of the piano. "You'll figure it out. I don't know when, I don't know what you will have to go through to get there but I promise you, that you will be fine"

Kurt stood to hug his dad and softly cried in his shoulder. Soft enough so that it was only heard between the 2 of them.

Blaine was taking me to another club tonight. Some place in downtown Ohio named 'HighLights'. I wasn't all to exciting about going. Blaine made sure that I paid for the food i had inhaled 2 days prior, and my body was sore from both the beating and the sex.

On the plus side, this place was nicer than scandals. Trash didn't litter the floor and an actual crowd waited to be let in. No, i wasn't happy about the loads of people scattered across the dance floor, or the loud music the ached throughout my body. But I was with Blaine, the love of my life and he had forgiven me and everything was OK right?

"Babyyyyyy." Blaine moaned in my ear. "I have a surprise for you OK." He laughed and pulled me onto the dance floor, i didn't want to dance in the slightest; but Blaine did, and i was his property. He came first; in both meanings of the phrase.

We shuffled for to the beat of the load music with words i think no one could truly understand. It was funny actually, anyone just meeting Blaine would think he was the most dapper gentlemen in the world, but behind the closed doors he was a short tempered party animal.

Blaine was pulled away from me by another man who I didn't recognize, so I stood there and dance by myself until he returned. I could not tell what they were saying and I don't think i was supposed to know anyway. Money was given to Blaine and the next thing I knew Blaine was walking back toward me. "Kurt!" Blaine screamed over the music. "Last part of your punishment okay."

I nod happy to get the last part of my punishment done. "okay."

Blaine grabs my hand tightly and pulls me through the crowd of people making sure not to lose me. "This is Anthony, Daniel, and Crawford."

They were plenty older than me, all looking like their wife had finally given them a break and this was there night out. "Hi" I stated softly but you could easily make out what was being said.

"They will be responsible for your punishment." Blaine leaned over and whispered in my ear.

I closed my eyes and breathed out "yes sir." And when I opened them again, Blaine had moved away from my side.

"Follow us." One said, I'm guessing Daniel, his voice raised so he was heard. All three of them were tall and had broad shoulder. They were not necessarily built, or even moderately the most attractive people, but they were scary and i didn't have the slightest idea what my punishment was. One of them sported blond hair while the other 2 had dark brunette locks. Their skin looked over tanned and just orange instead of taking a creamy caramel or a dark ebony.

I had not payed any attention to where we were headed but I knew we were outside when the cold Ohio air hit my face. I jolted my head up and realized we where somewhere behind the club and the smell of orgasms and just-been-used condoms filled the air. 3 other couples where around us completely focused on their own maximum the taking anytime to look over and see 4 people had just invaded what should have been personal space, but maybe I was wrong.

I was hit back to reality when i was slammed against the wall and my body shook underneath me and i felt my knees go weaker. The slam wasn't really hard at all, but it was tearing away the scabs of old wounds and that my friend, hurt like a bitch. "Get on your knees." I knew what that meant and did not question his orders. Where the hell had Blaine gone, could I tell him that I didn't want this punishment? That I could do anything for a different one. But it was to late because before i could even process the intelligence to scream my mouth was on somebody's dick, someone who I didn't know might I add.

My pants were shredded and the laughs of the 3 boys doing the work could be heard in the back round of my head. I was used to this type of beating really, yes it hurt and I felt ass though my asshole was being ripped from the inside and turned out like a pressured nerve point. So I ignored it, I pretended there was not 2 penises not belonging to a lover inside 1 small hole, I pretended i wasn't giving someone a blow job behind a closet like a untamed whore.

That's when it hit me. My purpose hit my right is the face. I was here for nothing other than another's pleasure. When Blaine hit me, or used my body as a human vibrator; he was nothing but happy. That was pleasure for him, and this was pleasure for them. So when they were finished with me and left; zipping their pants and entering back into the club. I didn't cry, I didn't drown myself in pity. I smiled .

"god keep going!" Blaine screamed his head tilted back on the wall of the bathroom stall. He would be done in any minute and I was so fucking proud that I had actually done something to prove I was worth it.

I exactly 12 second she had come in my mouth and sat there and looked at him while I swallowed it. "Good boy." He smiled looking down at me and kneeling so he could connect our lips. "You're not so useless after all."

So for the next 2 months I spent Saturdays at men's houses who's names I either didn't know, or could not pronounce. I took whatever beating they dished out or whatever sick fetish they had and collected the money to give to Blaine. I'm not an idiot, I know i am basically a prostitute. But that is what I am good for, so who was I to deny that talent.

I had made my in front of Sebastian's house. I had kept my promise well; I had stayed away from him and let him forget me. Now it was my turn to say thank you and I had only known one way to do so.

I was almost spring now, and I was more than happy to switch my big winter coat for a small and more fashionable jacket. I knocked lightly on the door and stood back to admire Sebastian's house as I did Blaine's. The first time I was here I did not take the time to admire the smaller and elegant details of the house, to be honest, I'm surprised I even knew where it was.

The door was answered within a few long minutes and I was faces with the sight of a surprised Sebastian.

I wasted no time jumping towards him and kissing him hard, taking off my jacket while doing so. Then he did something I didn't expect and threw me off him and into the wall next to the door. "What the hell are you doing?"He yelled wiping his lips.

"I figured it out." I quickly returned back to life; jumping up and walking towards him. "The whole time I was looking for what I was good at, and it's sex"

Sebastian looked as though he had just seen a ghost. "Kurt get some help." He said in a whisper. "Your so ridiculously fucked that you don't know who you are anymore."

"What? I thought you would be happy for me... or something."

"You think coming in my house and jumping on me would make me happy for you?"

I don't even know what just clicked then but before I knew it, I was crying, and not just soundless crying like I had did with my father weeks before this, but actual screaming and getting everything around me wet. "Shit, Kurt sorry." I heard Sebastian swear.

"No, no, sorry i shouldn't have come here, I tried to get up and leave but he had stopped me dead in my tracks, twisting me around and wrapping his arms around me. I didn't deserve all that he did for me ever since I was 11, but I didn't have the strength to fight it any longer. Al I could think of was the beatings, and the lonely night, and the crying that I had spent so much time doing. I just kept crying until I was light headed and all i could recognize was that familiar smell that only Sebastian carried. And I was sleeping.

Sebastian's POV

I carried Kurt upstairs and sat him on my bed. He was out cold; and i would have expected him to be after all the crying he just did. I walked over to my drawer and pulled out my lacrosse shirt we were given and i had only worn once. It was going to be way to big for Kurt, but I didn't want him to wear anything tight to bed anyway, he needed to relax and he looked exhausted and worn out. I quickly undressed him, which was easy because none of his clothes fit him tight like I had remembered when we were younger.

That's when I was faced with a picture I wished I hadn't. Bruised painted his body everywhere and he was skinnier than I had last scene him. Not to mention, he was still bleeding; maybe he had forgotten to clean some, maybe he just ignored them. I sighed and walked into the bathroom coming out with a wet rag and a fer large bandages.

I wiped off most of the blood and bandaged anything that was small enough to be completely covered. But even after all of it, my eyes were centered on one bruise particular. It was a clear outline of a hand, and I did not know to who it belonged to, but it bothered the hell out of me.

Teenage dream blasted from Kurt's phone and I turned my head swiftly rushing to cut it off not to awaken Kurt.

Blaine

New customer on Friday, Likes biting so be warned. 9:56

I was confused and disgusted by what I thought that meant. I opened the message and looked through his and Blaine's texts.

Jan 14

Stop being difficult and be where I tell you to be.

Jan 28

You are late, That's a punishment Kurt

Feb 7

Did you eat today fat ass?

I had never been so absolutely infuriated in my life. How could this guy live with himself. I swear to everything if I ever am within 10 feet of Blaine I would beat the shit out of him. Hard.

Kurt had been through enough in his life, and to have fallen in love with this son of a bitch just completely ruined him.

"I'M SO SORRY BLAINE PLEASE..." I heard Kurt literally scream from my bed and I turned my head slowly to see him practically having a seizure. I sighed agian and rushed over to once again wrap my arms around him doing the only thing I knew how to do.

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We're setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this...

...and you caused it...
...and you caused it...
...and you caused it...

This was emotionally stressful for me to write ok. Because I was just all in my Klaine feels (i know you cant believe i am a klainer because i made Blaine a monster, but i love him i swear, even if he is a butthole for cheating, i will forgive him in time) any was, i was listening to teenage dream and it was just hard ok. I think we got almost 3000 words, and the next chapters are like cray ok.

Anyway, i am off and i will see you all next week.

reviews and follows are lovely .

OH AND THE SONGS! the first one was eyes open by taylor swift, and the second one was youth by daughters.

Adios- RadHadder.