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'Boy, put your phone down!' Mercedes danced over to Kurt, handing him a cup. 'You're gonna miss the whole party!'

'Thanks, 'Cedes,' Kurt smiled shyly, putting his phone in his pocket. 'Blaine's eating breakfast now. Weird, huh?'

'Definitely weird.'

'I might just go home. Parties like this really aren't my scene – and it's not like Blaine's here to keep me occupied.'

'Dude, you're gonna have to get used to life without him for a while! How long is he studying in England for? A month? And he's only been gone a couple days!'

'I know, it's just... I don't know. I don't wanna make any drunken mistakes tonight. You know how free-willed I get.'

'Mmm-hmm. I also know that you only graduate once! Let your hair down!' Mercedes turned as she heard her name being called from across the room. 'I gotta head for a while; promise me you'll have some fun?' Kurt nodded sullenly. 'Wait! Give me your phone.'

'What?'

'Come on! You'll get it back when I see you later.' Kurt reluctantly relinquished the offending cell phone, which was buzzing with a new text.

'Can I just – '

'No.' She grinned and walked away. Kurt glanced at the drunken, sweaty teenagers dancing around him, and was struck by the sudden urge to pee. Trying not to touch anything, he left the living room and headed upstairs. He stopped and looked around for a second, wondering which door led to the bathroom, when a strong hand grabbed his arm from behind. He turned, squeaking, to see Karofsky, who must have followed him upstairs.

'Hummel.' He grinned, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated.

'Karofsky.' Kurt tried to tug his arm free but the jock held it tight. 'What do you want?'

'I wanna talk to you.'

'Sorry, I can't see that happening, so-'

'Well if you wanna get straight to the fucking, then...' Karofsky's speech was slurred.

'Karofsky! No – let go of me – what are you doing?' Kurt cried out as Karofsky twisted his arm behind his back and frogmarched him into an empty bedroom. He pushed Kurt violently into the middle of the room and locked the door before Kurt has a chance to even attempt to escape.

'L-let me go.' He said pleadingly.

'I just wanna talk!' Karofsky moved forward and took Kurt's arm again, this time swinging him round so he was backed up against the closet. He then closed the gap between them by pushing his hips up against the smaller boy's, effectively trapping him.

'Are you still going out with the fag in the uniform?' His breath stung Kurt's cheek. Kurt nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. 'Have you fucked yet?' Kurt's eyes flew open at the question but Karofsky didn't move, looming over Kurt glassy-eyed and terrifying.

'No.' Kurt lied reflexively. Karofsky leaned in closer.

'You're lying!'

'No...' Kurt sobbed quietly. 'I'm not. Please – please-'

'You are.' Karofsky moved his hips forward, pressing Kurt harder into the closet door. 'Tell me the truth; you'll make this a lot easier for yourself.' Kurt closed his eyes again.

'Yes.'

'Yes you what?'

'Yes we have...'

'Fucked.'

'Yes.'

'Did he fuck you? I bet he did, didn't he? I can picture you, lying there...'

'Karofsky, please...'

'It's just a question! Jeez.' Karofsky's hands started fumbling with Kurt's belt, giving up when they couldn't immediately undo it, and trying to push Kurt's skintight jeans down without relinquishing his hold. Kurt tried to slap his hands away, but was stopped by a hit to the side of the head. That seemed to bring him back to earth. He shouted 'Help!' quickly but was silenced by Karofsky's bear paw covering his mouth.

'Don't you dare!' He hissed. Kurt tried to kick him away as the top of his jeans moved past his ass and started to slide down his legs. 'Or I will kill you.'

'Well – w-what are you going to do? Just rape me and leave me here because you've finally got what you've been gagging for?' Karofsky stopped for a second, looking Kurt in the eyes.

'Oh, no, Hummel. "Rape" implies that you won't enjoy every fucking minute of it.'

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Kurt blinked the threatening tears away as he glanced up from the floor to see Blaine looking shocked, upset and angry. The dark-haired man seemed to process all he had just heard for a few minutes, before turning and looking out the window above the sink.

'Kurt...' his voice cracked. 'Kurt, why... why didn't you tell me?' His voice raised as the sentence left his lips, and with the shouted last syllable he knocked a glass off the counter where it smashed into the sink, rendering the kitchen silent for a few seconds more.

'I-' Kurt's breath caught in his throat. 'I wanted to – but you were gone – and I didn't want to text you it, so I left it... And then you came back and you were so happy, I just – I just pushed it away and pretended it never happened and I never saw Karofsky again.' He rested his head in his hands, staring at the counter for the few minutes of silence that followed his words.

'I still think of you as that sixteen year old boy sometimes...' Blaine said quietly. 'Trying to blend in at Dalton. Singing Evita. You know?' He ran a hand through his hair.

'Those were the days.'

'I don't want to stay mad at you for not telling me. But I implore you to tell someone else. The police. I trust your judgement, Kurt, and it's your decision whether or not you want to tell them but if it's still affecting you then – please. I hate seeing you hurt. It makes me feel like I'm not protecting you well enough.'

'You don't have to protect me.'

'Doesn't mean I don't want to.'

'I'm so sorry I never told you Blaine. I mean it, it just – the issue got further and further away from what was important in my life and then it was just irrelevant and twenty years in the past.'

'I get it.' Blaine smiled softly. 'Want to go to bed?'

'Yeah.'

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Just casually sitting here typing and sobbing at the Warblers' songs for Original Song (although I'd enjoy Misery more if I hadn't read that scary as Hell Stephen King book [have you read it? Fucking terrifying.])

And speaking of which, I need a favour. If you drop a review, could you include a song that never fails to make you feel better when you're down? Something with a nice dance beat, kind of like Dress and Tie but different.

No sweat if you can't your review is still welcome!

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