A/N: Woah! Thanks for all of the story alerts and reviews guys! I'm just going to say now that, this story will be very loosely canon. So, don't let the change of events catch you off guard. Also, I'll be adding Sebastian in, in a few chapters. I know this is sort of set in season 2 but, I can't resist him being jealous. Who knows what will happen?

Warnings: Same as chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

It wasn't until they arrived home that night, that Kurt was giving control of his body again. Walking through the front door of his house, Kurt avoided Finn's questions of his sudden departure from school. Clambering down the stairs, he collapsed on top of his bed. Kicking off his shoes, and unbuttoning his shirt, Kurt sat up and finished undressing. Down to his boxers, he buried himself in his cool bed covers. Letting the soft fabric touch his bruised and scratched skin, Kurt closed his eyes and began drifting to sleep.

"You can't go to sleep yet Kurt. I haven't had any fun." Kurt groaned and squeezed his eyes tighter.

"I let you out today...and we got the Dalton guys number. Isn't that enough fun for one day?" It was enough for Kurt.

"I don't see any Warblers tied to your headboard, and I need something to keep me...entertained." There was no use in argueing but, Kurt didn't care. He was tired and angry and he could feel his pores clogging from skipping his nightly moistureizing routine.

"No." Well, he didn't seem to like rejection very much because, the next thing Kurt knew he slammed into the floor. The carpet was rubbing on his bare skin, stratching and reopening the cuts already there. He was picked up again and slammed into the wall, something held him there with his feet barely touching the ground. A vice like grip clamped around his neck, and Kurt struggled to breath.

"Did you tell me no?" A choking noise escaped Kurts mouth, in an attempt to answer. His head was slammed back into the wall and white hot pain filled him. His vision blurring around the edges.

"You never tell me no." Kurt was thrown back onto the floor and laid there, he could barely move because every inch of his body ached. His bruises were on fire, and the scratches lining his body were being pulled and tugged. A blow hit his stomach and, a few drops of blood were coughed out of his mouth. Groaning, Kurt turned to his side and curled in on himself the best that he could. Every breath he took set a flare of pain through his body.

A few minutes passed and, Kurt was able to lift himself off of the floor and back on to his bed. Slipping under the covers, again, and laying his head down softly on the pillow, Kurt let out a sigh and a moan of pain.

"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered, hoping to appease him. The air around him was silent, and Kurt listened intently for any sort of response. Eventually, he got it.

"You should be."

Walking through the halls of McKinley the next day was exceedingly difficult. Kurts head was pounding from last night and, his neck was covered in long finger like bruises, forcing him to wear a scarf that constantly rubbed against them. His voice was hoarse and, of course, Puck told everyone that he deep throated all the Warblers.

Sighing, Kurt turned down the language hallway and began making his way towards his french class. His phone buzzed, and he reached into his pocket to pull it out.

Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to go to coffee with me and a few friends later?

- Blaine

Smiling, Kurt read the message over again, making sure that he wasn't reading it wrong. Kurt liked Blaine, he was sweet, caring, and absolutely gorgeous. Kurt understood exactly why he wanted Blaine, heaven knows he wanted him too.

The next thing Kurt knew he was slammed into a row of lockers, so hard that he couldn't move for a good five seconds. He looked up in time to see Karofsky walk into the locker room. Kurt's not sure what it was but, something snapped inside of him. After over three years of taking this shit, Kurt was fucking done.

Pushing himself off of the floor, he ran down the hall and burst into the locker room. His breathing was uneven and heavy, and his fists were clenched in rage.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Kurt shouted, Karofsky didn't even glance at him.

"Girls locker room is next door." Girls locker room? Really that's the best he could come up with? Fucking idiot. Kurt made his way over to Karofsky and stood as tall as he could.

"What is your problem?" he said, venom lacing his voice and his eyes narrowing.

"Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?" Karofsky yelled back.

"Oh, yeah, every straight guy's nightmare that all of us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you. Well, guess what, ham hock? You're not my type!"

"That right?" And, woah, Karofsky actually looked hurt by that comment. Almost as if a spark of hope died in his eyes...wait a second.

"Mmmm...you're learning." At that moment, everything clicked. The caresses, the constant bullying, the random moments when Karofsky would just stare at him as he walked down the hall. He was in fucking Narnia...and Kurt decided to test the waters.

"Yeah, I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat to much and are going to be bald by the time they're 30." A smirk covering Kurts face as he backed Karofsky into a wall.

"Get out my face!" Oh...yes, Karofsky was pissed but, Kurt was pissed too. All of this because of a fucking crush? Kurt was going to watch Karofsky suffer, because he fucking deserved it.

"Break him Kurt...he broke you."

"You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraodinarily ordinary you are." Kurt really should have expected some form of...physical contact to happen between him and Karofsky but, the sudden force of lips against his sent him into shock. Karofsky's hands were gripping his face as hard as they possibly could, probably in fear that Kurt would run to the hall and shout out his secret.

"My turn." Kurt felt part of himself leave his body as he began to take over. But, Kurt wasn't giving up that fast. This was his fucking battle, he didn't need help. A fight erupted inside of him and, somehow, his hands made their way to Karofskys chest and pushed him so hard that he slammed into the wall and slumped down to the floor.

"What the fuck?" Kurt couldn't respond, he was to busy trying to stay inside of himself. He threw himself onto the ground and began rolling around, trying to shake him back into the corner of his mind.

"Stop fighting!" but, Kurt couldn't. He needed to stay grounded, he needed to take over, he needed...he needed to get control of his fucking life.

"GET OUT" He shrieked, and Karofsky bolted out of the locker room. Not looking back at the boy filled with pain on the floor. Suddenly, everything stopped. No pain, no growling, no talking, just silence.

"Did you leave?" he asked, hoping for no response. The one he received, however, sent shivers down his spine.

"No. I'm waiting."

Walking through the doors of the Lima Bean, Kurt scanned the room for Blaine. He spotted him, and a few of the guys he recognized from yesterdays interrogation meeting on why he was spying. It didn't go much farther than "Oh, I got the short end of the stick in my glee club." and, everyone laughed it off. Approaching the table, Kurt smiled down at Blaine.

"Hey Blaine! And it's Wes and David, right?" he greeted, taking the empty chair next to Blaine and watching the other two nod and say 'Hello' back. After pushing himself off of the locker room floor and making his way to his car, Kurt typed out a reply to Blaine asking when and where. Ever since the whole, internal battle, Kurt had felt...empty. He knew that...he was still there but, their was certainly silence inside of him. Almost like he was sleeping, or planning.

"Are you okay Kurt? You look like you've been crying." Blaine asked, concern etched into his voice. Kurt reached up and swiped under his eyes, he had been crying actually. After everything that happened in the locker room, Kurt bursted like a dam because everything just fucking hurt. His neck, his sides, his stomach, his back, his head. Everything. All of the emotions from Karofsky's conctant bullying caught up with him and, Kurt needed a few minutes to just let it all flow out.

"No, no I'm fine." he replied with a smile, Blaine sent him a quesitoning gaze but soon dropped the subject. Their conversation morphed into something that happened at Warbler rehearsal that day and, Kurt took the oppurtunity to order his own coffee. Walking over to the counter, and standing in line, Kurt took a few moments to himself to just think. A familiar growl stirred inside of him and, his breath hitched. Kurt was terrified of what would happen, but he didn't regret fighting back one bit.

"You denied me again Kurt." Gulping, Kurt bit his lip in to hold in the inevitable scream of pain. When nothing happened, he released his lip and took a deep breath.

"I'm not sorry."

"Why not?"

"Because you've been fucking with me for 8 years, and I'm sick of it." Once again, everything inside of him became silent. Kurt feared that it was the calm before the storm and, in a matter of seconds he'd be doubled over and on the floor.

"I'll deal with you later." Kurt smirked a tiny bit because, in a way, he'd won a little. He didn't back down or accept punishment, he let him know that he was tired of sharing his body. Kurt wasn't some form of car rental, he was a fucking person. He didn't need others kicking him out of the drivers seat whenever they got bored.

Stepping up to the counter, Kurt placed his order and waited off to the side. Grabbing his cup when it was ready, Kurt made his way back over to the table only to see it empty except for Blaine. He took Wes' chair, which was across from Blaines, and set his grande non-fat mocha on the table.

"You look lonely." He said, smiling a little at his teasing. Blaine nodded and glanced at the door.

"David and Wes had to leave, It's double date night." Kurt nodded, and him and Blaine spent almost an hour talking. It wasn't until Kurt looked out the window and noticed the sky turning orange and pink that he decided it was time to go. Standing up from their table, Kurt and Blaine made their way to the empty parking lot. Stopping at Blaine's car, Kurt leaned his side against the door. Blaine was talking about one of his least favorite teachers at Dalton and, Kurt listened intently. At least he did until Blaine stopped talking to lick his lips.

His focus was pulled down to Blaine's mouth and, he spent the rest of the story watching it intently.

"Kurt, hey are you even paying attention to me?" Blaine asked with a laugh, his eyes flickered down to Kurt's lips as well for a brief second. Kurt saw him, and smiled back. Pushing himself off the car, Kurt moved to stand directly in front of him. His right hand reached up to stroke Blaines tie and, his left hand placed itself on Blaines hip.

Kurt watched as Blaines eyes widened, and his breathing became harder. He glanced at Kurt's lips again, taking more time to look. Kurt stuck his tongue out and traced his bottom lip with it, Blaine's eyes following and a soft moan escaping him. A moan that didn't go unheard.

Blaine's lips were on his a second later, and Kurt grabbed his tie to pull him closer. Blaine's hand threaded through his hair, and tugged Kurt down a little bit more. His tongue traced Kurt's lips and, it took everything he had to not open his mouth. Instead, Kurt took a step away, moving his hands so that Blaine was trapped beneath him. Blaine looked at him through lidded eyes, and slumped against the car. Leaning in towards his ear, Kurt flicked his tongue against the lobe before whispering to him.

"See you later, Blaine." and with that, Kurt walked to his car. Not bothering to look back at the boy in a rumpled Dalton uniform and bruised lips.

"There's hope for you yet."

There you go! Chapter two!

Karofsky confrontation and tease!Kurt

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