I dropped Bas off at the school. I told him where I live and left. I parked and went in the house. The glee gang was here, and some football players (Blake, Miller and Ray)

"Is my house open to the public?" I asked them.

"Where were you?!" Dad yelled at me, I jumped at him yelling.

I looked around to see that all of them were sitting on the couch, but Carole has a few tears on her face. As everyone looked close or just super worried. I saw that Blake's dad was here. Blake's dad is a cop.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You left early yesterday morning, and you didn't come back. I thought you would just go to school, but then I get a call telling me that you aren't there," Dad said.

"Did he hurt you? Because if he did, I will kill him," Puck yelled out of no where.

The guys, and Santana's heads snapped up, anger in their eyes.

"What are you talking about? Why would you think I got hurt?" I asked.

"One, your hairs is messed up. Two so are your clothes."
"What, Who are you guys talking about?" Sam asked.

"After the game some dude came up to Kurt, and like asked him out," Puck explained, cracking his knuckles.

"What does Kurt's clothes being all messed up have to do with him getting hurt?" Finn asked.

"Maybe he was," Santana trailed off.

"Kurt did something like -" Mr Blake started to talk.

"No, no, no. Nothing like that happened. I went to go see him yesterday, and then I fell asleep," I said in a rush.

"Oh Okay so that didn't happen, but you two had sex, right?" Santana said with a smirk.

"No! He's just a friend!," I yelled.

"Why didn't you go to school?" Carloe asked.

"We woke up late, and there would be useless to go to school. So we went to go get breakfast," I tried to explain.

"Why didn't you call me?" Dad asked.

"I forgot," I said crossing my arms, getting tired of this conversation.

"You usually don't," Dad say talking back.

"Kurt are you sure?" Mr. Blake said walking up to stand in front of me said. " You can tell us. No one would think any less of you, if he did in fact rape you," Mr Blake continued.

I flinched back at that word.

"No he didn't," I whispered.

"Kurt are you sure?" Mr Blake said, sadness and worry written all over his face.
"Yes, I am," I said with with fake courage in my voice, that I knew no one would pick up on.

"Did someone else?"
"No," I said in the same tone.

"Okay," Mr Blake said walking away from me.

"I want to meet him," Dad said.

"You can meet him, when he comes to pick me up," I said.

"Why?Is he going to pick you so, you you two can go out and gave sex?" Puck asked with a smile.

"No! We're just friends," I yelled at him.

"Oh so what are your hand goes messed up also you keep on saying he's just a friend," Santana said.

"I slept there I didn't have time to get dolled up, and I keep on saying he's just my friend because it seems like no one wants to believe me about that," I said getting mad.

"Stop lying, I seen you fall asleep then waking up with your hair perfect. Even if not you will find a mirror and fix it," Puck said.

"So you guys must be having sex," Santana concluded.

Instead of getting embarrassed and blushing I got even more mad.

"Shut up!" I yelled, then ran down to my room.

I sat down on my bed pulling my knees up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my legs, them rest my head on top of them. I could hear the door of my bedroom open, then close. Foot steps as someone walked closer to me.

"Kurt?" called to me.

I looked up to see him standing next to the bed.

'Why didn't Dad come to see me?' I asked myself.

"Kut are you sure that, the guy didn't do anything?" he asked me.

'Why can't they point the finger at the right person?'

"I know I just meet him yesterday, but I know that he would never do that to anyone," I said.

"Then why did you get so defensive when Santana and Puck started to talk about sex?"

"They made it seem like I can't have a gay friend. And If I do then no matter what we're having sex. That's not fair."

"Kurt that's just how Santana and Puck are. You should know that by now. And they don't make that much jokes about it," Mr Blake said then walked out my room.

'Did he just tell me I was wrong?'

I turned over, to face the wall. I curled up in a ball, and let silent tears run down my face. As everyone is point their fingers at Bas, the only person I can trust would be hurting me. And not Erik, the person who shouldn't be hurting me in this way. Once I thought of his name memories filled my head, and more tears ran down my pale face.

Sorry for any and all spelling/ grammar mistakes. Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it!

In case you were confused ( like my friend) everyone was scared and worried. Because Kurt is gay. They don't care, but that doesn't mean other people will be okay with Kurt being flamboyant. (sorry of that made no sense)

Also I do not own Glee.