A/N: Thank you to everyone who story alerted, reviewed, favorite, or even just read this story. Sorry about the cliff hanger I know you guys don't like them, but I find it builds suspense.

WARNING: This chapter contains cursing and slight violence. If these bother you please refrain from reading.

I do not own Glee. If I did I would be singing on it.

"There's something I need to tell you." Blaine was concerned. Kurt was normally pale, but at the moment he looked so white he was practically see through. Blaine couldn't help but notice that Kurt's face held the same frightened look that it had when Kurt had told Blaine about Karofsky kissing him. "What happened." Blaine's voiced was heavily laced with concern. It made Kurt sick to his stomach. How was he supposed to tell Blaine? There is absolutely no way Blaine wouldn't blame himself. There was silence. "You know you can tell me anything." "I- well- so last night-I." Kurt started crying. Blaine pulled him into a hug.

"It's going to be alright." "No! It's not alright. I don't want you to blame yourself or…look at me like...I just." Blaine backed up and stared into Kurt's eyes. "Kurt please tell me what happened." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and stared into those lovely hazel eyes. The countertenor closed his eyes and took an breathed deeply. Now or never.

Last night after their fight, Kurt went back into the bar. " I never should have let you walk home." Kurt was so worried that Blaine would get hurt, or come back to the bar looking for him and he wouldn't be there, so he stayed. Kurt found Karofsky and talked to him for a while about how his new school was and if he'd met anyone. After an a half hour or so Kurt decided Blaine had probably gotten home fine, and He should probably start heading home before his father woke up. He would have said goodbye to Dave, but he seemed to be hitting it off with a guy, so Kurt just left.

When Kurt walked outside the parking lot seemed to have gotten a lot darker than the last time he'd seen it. He took a deep breath and started scanning the parking lot for his car. "Hey." Kurt turned to see guy about his age who was quite obviously drunk leaning against a wall. He'd had enough of drunk teenage boys tonight. Kurt turned back around and started walking to his car.

Suddenly he felt a tight grip around his wrist. "Hey, I was talking to you!" The boy from the wall was glaring at him. Kurt tried to pull away, but the boy had too good of a grip on him. Kurt went pale. "What do you want?" Kurt tried to sound intimidating, but it came out as more of a squeak. Curse his high-pitched nervous voice. The boy pushed Kurt up against the wall he was previously leaning on. "I want you princess, and I always get what I want one way or another." Kurt shuddered as his captor's breath tickled his ear. "Leave me alone." Kurt tried to pull away, but the boy was stronger. "Awe you're so cute. It's a shame you're not more well trained." Kurt was terrified. How could this happen? This could not be happening not now. Kurt's breath caught as the boy pushed Kurt's wrists harder into wall and started kissing Kurt's neck. He thought he was going to be sick. As the boy pushed Kurt even harder up against the wall, it set off Kurt's car alarm because Kurt's keys hit the wall.

The boy backed up slightly and looked around for a second giving Kurt the opportunity to kick him as hard as he could and run. Kurt was almost to his car when he was tackled to the ground. "You little shit. That really hurt." Wall boy closed his hands on Kurt's throat. Kurt struggled violently for air. His vision started to blur. He wished he were stronger. The boy let go of Kurt's throat a resumed pinning him down by his arms. Kurt started coughing and gasped for air. "Now where were we?" Smirking the boy slid his hand up Kurt's shirt. Kurt closed his eyes and a tear streamed down his cheek. He couldn't look at the boy's face. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing how much this hurt him.

He felt the boy's weight leaving him suddenly. Kurt opened his eyes to see Dave Karofsky beating the life out of his attacker. The boy had a black eye and his nose was bleeding rapidly when he managed to escape and run away. Karofsky ran over to Kurt. "Oh my god Kurt! Are you ok." Kurt managed to shake his head no and sit up before vomiting in the Parking lot. Dave helped him up and took him to his car. "Kurt are you going to be alright driving home?" Kurt faked a smile. "Yeah I'm fine I just want to go home and sleep." Dave wasn't buying it, but he couldn't really do argue with Kurt so he let him go. Kurt opened his car door and turned to Karofsky. "Thanks for um-" "You don't have to thank me. I really owe you Kurt, and I don't want to see you get hurt anymore."

Kurt smiled and drove home without turning music on. Music just didn't seem appropriate, and he needed to clear his head. When he got home he snuck in the house desperately hoping his father wouldn't wake up. There was no way he could explain this. He shut the door behind him and slid down to the floor. Violent Sobs wracked his body as he pulled out his phone. He dialed Blaine's number, then hung up. Blaine would blame himself. Kurt knew that. He hated how Blaine looked at him after fight's, his eyes so filled with pain and guilt. He wouldn't hurt Blaine if he could help it. So Blaine couldn't know about this.

Kurt looked up at Blaine for the first time since he started telling him the story. Blaine was staring at Kurt wide-eyed and crying. What could he say. His poor Beautiful Kurt couldn't call him when he was hurt to help. Blaine wasn't there for Kurt when he needed him. "Kurt I-I'm s-so sorry." Kurt sighed and pulled Blaine into a kiss. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. The only person at fault is that drunk douche bag who did this to me. I just need you to understand. It's not your fault Blaine." Kurt pleaded with Blaine who was still crying. "Call me." Blaine choked out. "What?" Blaine looked up at Kurt. "Next time your hurt no matter what call me. I don't want you to ever have to be alone ever again." Kurt smiled and wiped away his boyfriend's tears. "Okay."

A/N: So hope you liked it. The next chapter will be the last one to this story and then I'll be writing a new one. I promise the next story will be more upbeat and fluffy. Sorry if you hated it, but hey I can't please everyone. Review and thanks for reading.

-Rain