Kurt drove to school the next day, a sinking feeling deep in his stomach. He pulled up to the school to find Puck and Finn waiting for him. He got out of the car and cautiously shuffled over to them. "Mercedes assigned us to be your body guards." Puck stated, seeing the confusion in Kurt's eyes. The three boys walked towards the entrance of the school. Puck stopped suddenly. "So who's name should I put on my ass-kicking list?" he questioned. "I- I don't know." Kurt stammered, remembering the voicemail from last night. "Doesn't the school have security cameras?" Finn asked, trying to help. "No. I threw a rock at most of them last year." Puck answered. "Dude, what the hell?" Finn exclaimed. "Sorry. I just didn't want the school to see my hookups." Puck defended. Kurt rolled his eyes and they walked through the door. Whispering filled the hallway as Kurt walked to his first class. He kept his chin up, pretending it was just another day. He floated through his classes. And then came glee.
As soon as he walked through the door, he was suffocated by a group hug. When they finally released him, he was bombarded by questions. "How are you feeling?" That was Quinn. "My dads are gay, and I am fully prepared to help you file a lawsuit." That was Rachel. "I'll run over whoever did this." That, of course, was Artie. Mr. Schue stopped the chatter. "Guys, guys! He's probably tired. Give him a break." Everyone nodded. Kurt shifted awkwardly. He didn't like to talk about his feelings. "Um, let's just work on winning at regionals." he suggested. "I second that motion." Rachel exclaimed. They sang for the rest of the period. Nothing eventful happened. Kurt could barely focus. He kept thinking about the voicemail message. He couldn't go through something like that again. The pain. The crying. The blood... "Oh God." Kurt muttered. He ran to the bathroom, and threw up into one of the toilets. He then stood up, washed his face, and looked in the mirror. One look at himself and he broke down. He collapsed in a heap on the cold tial floor. "Why me?" he choked out, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. He was soon joined by Mr. Schue. "Kurt?" Mr. Schue questioned cautiously. "I can't live like this! The constant fear, the lies! Knowing my first sexual expirence was an assault!" Kurt cried. He looked up at his teacher, his blue-green eyes stone-cold. "I can never go back to the way I was. I'm the empty shell of a boy that no longer lives." he hissed. "No one expects you to go back to the way you were. These are the kinds of expiriences that change us." Mr. Schue offered. "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger?" the dissheveled boy shouted. "I'm already dead." he whispered coldly, standing up and making his way towards the door. A stunned Mr. Schue ran after him. "You can't be strong all the time, Kurt! You need help to get through this!" Kurt turned slowly and looked the older man straight in the eyes. "Watch me."
