I wish I'd started this story from Kurt's first day instead! I feel that may have worked better? But i'll roll with it :) This one takes place after Kurt's session with 'The Ring'

Although the ways of Dalton had already been ingrained into his mind since his first month of being there, fleeting thoughts still crossed Kurt's mind, that he knew, should they ever be made public, would be cause for a very long and very hard punishment indeed. Thoughts like escape and revenge.

Karofsky was walking him (well, Karofsky was walking, Kurt was limping) back to his dormitory after his first session with the ring and they were the only two people in the corridor. The ring sessions generally took place before bed (probably to further deter students from any thoughts of late-night masturbation) and so the school was empty and quiet, save for the odd sounds an old building makes. If he had some sort of object, some sort of weapon that he could use against Karofsky then he would have indeed used it. It would be worth it, if it meant a chance to escape. Right now, it seemed his only option of getting the hell out of there. He couldn't see the possibility that the school would ever allow him to graduate and until that happened, he couldn't leave. Even if he didn't escape, a weapon would be good right now just to fill his satisfaction of causing pain to Karofsky. Kurt was not a vengeful or violent person. But the feeling of hatred he felt for the staff at Dalton consumed his entire being. He glanced behind him and was met with a scowl.

"Eyes to the front, homo," Karofsky snapped viciously. Kurt complied at once. He knew better than to disobey, though the thought of Karofsky behind him, no doubt watching his ass, left a bitter taste in his mouth. It was sick - there was no way that this school had cured him. In a way, Kurt was glad that it hadn't. It at least showed that even someone like Karofsky, who was cruel and nasty and often verged on psychotic hadn't changed. That someone who used such offensive language and loudly proclaimed on many occasions that he'd like to line up every single gay person in the world and just start shooting - and meant every word of it - couldn't be cured. Because Kurt knew that someone like that would have done anything to change, to be 'normal'. And yet here was Karofsky, who had been through the entire programme and eventually graduated from the Academy, still attracted to guys, still ran his hands over his body whenever he got the chance. And from the rumours he'd heard from his classmates, did a lot of other stuff too.

They had almost reached his dormitory now. It was the one place that Kurt felt somewhat safe at Dalton. When they had been ordered to go to bed, and when the last punishments of the day had been doled out and the lights eventually turned off and the door closed, Kurt always let out an audible sigh of relief, as did most of his roommates. It was always like a weight had been temporarily lifted from his shoulders and although he knew that the weight would be back on tomorrow, even heavier most times, the brief respite was enough to allow his body to fall into a deep, much-needed sleep.

He used to feel that way whenever he left McKinley and went home - as soon as he shut the door behind him, he felt safe. Kurt shook his head to himself bitterly. He hated being reminded of home, because it reminded him of his fathers choice to send him here. There were thousands of unanswered questions in the world and yet all Kurt wanted to know was why had he been sent here? He knew his father's reason, but would he have still made him come here if he knew what it was really like? Granted, everyone knew Dalton was strict. Kurt had heard a few of the horror stories that allegedly took place within the guarded four walls but took most of them to be just that: Stories. So far-fetched, it seemed ridiculous to truly believe that a student had been forced to walk barefoot on a trail of stinging nettles for half an hour because they were wearing very dark blue socks instead of black. Now there was no shadow of a doubt in his mind that that had indeed happened to someone. He'd seen and experienced far worse since he got here.

The next thing he knew, Kurt had been shoved face first into a nearby wall, the weight of Karofsky against his back, effectively pinning him there with very little effort.

"You tryin' to be funny, queer?" Karofksy was mad, Kurt could tell. And then he realised why. Lost in his thoughts, he had walked straight past his dormitory. Karofsky had probably purposely let him - just so he could punish him for it. He was grabbed by the shoulders and forcefully spun around, so he was forced to look into his eyes. "You givin' me the fuckin' run around?" He slammed Kurt's back against the wall.

"N-No," Kurt stammered.

"N-No?" Karofsky sneered. "So you callin' me a liar now?"

"No!" Kurt pleaded. Although the very notion of begging and the like was not considered a masculine trait at all, it seemed most of the staff at Dalton were amused and got off on it, and Karofsky was no exception. Probably fed well into his twisted ego that it made them more manly then the students.

Karofsky appraised him for a moment and Kurt stood very still, wondering which way this was going to go. And then he found out, when Karofsky leaned into him slowly and stuck out his tongue, before licking up one side of his neck, deliberately slowly and with such passion it made Kurt feel sick to his stomach as he felt hot breath ghosting his cheek. He was further humiliated when Karofsky's moans got fed into his ear, knowing that he couldn't do anything to stop Karofsky getting off over him, knowing that he couldn't stop Karofsky doing the type of thing he himself and all the other students at Dalton had been transferred there for. And so Kurt continued to stay still and didn't react, in the positive or the negative, at what he was being subjected to. Most of the staff liked compliance, but it seemed Karofsky wasn't entirely satisfied unless his victim was fruitlessly trying to fight him off before he made his stake. For this reason, he released Kurt after a while and grunted in displeasure.

"Go," he snapped. Kurt meekly lowered his head and made his way to the dormitory, only to have a fistful of his hair grabbed by Karofsky, who used it as a grip to forcefully slam Kurt's head against the wall as he passed. Kurt gasped at the blinding pain that had him seeing stars, but bit back the yelp that was being constructed in the back of his throat, even though his head was spinning and his eyes had started to water over the hurt. He sidled past Karofsky and opened the door to his dormitory, slid his way in and then pushed it behind him, resting his back against the closed door.

Although they were supposed to be asleep, Kurt knew that nobody in the dormitory actually was. And it was only when the heavy footfall of Karofsky grew faint indicating that he had walked away from the dormitory, did they make this known.

"Are you okay?" The concerned whisper was barely audible but Kurt knew it had come from Wes Bailey.

He nodded in reply, before remembering it was dark and they couldn't see him. "Yeah," he whispered back shakily. He attempted to feel his way through the dark to his bed, but decided to give his eyes a few minutes to adjust better to the pitch blackness before him.

"Did they put you through the ring?"

Kurt nodded again, only this time it was because he couldn't form the right words to say anything as tears began to form in his eyes over what he had been put through. It was more damaging than he could have ever imagined. He heard one of the beds creak slightly, and then heard the quiet shuffling of bare feet across wood before the figure of Blaine Anderson was beside him.

"You know you're not supposed to be out of bed!" a small boy called William Crewe whined softly. "You're going to get us all in trouble."

"Shut up, William," Blaine hissed, but he took Kurt by the elbow all the same. "Come on," he said kindly, "Get in bed before someone comes to check up on us." Kurt allowed himself to be stumblingly led over to his bed and when he reached it, sat down on it stiffly and stared straight ahead. Blaine knew all too well the effects of the ring and took his actions to mean that he needed some assistance in undressing. Having been stripped of his clothes earlier on, this was not something Kurt took kindly to at all and he instinctively stiffened, before curling up and away from Blaine as much as he could. Guys reacted differently after they'd been through the ring and Kurt was clearly the frightened, wounded animal type, so Blaine let him be, giving him a soft, awkward smile that he couldn't see before he made his way back to his own bed.

Kurt undressed himself quickly and rhythmically before re-dressing himself into his pyjamas. Like the schools strict uniform, even the pyjamas they provided were identical. The idea they sold to the parents was that it made nobody better than anybody else, when in reality, Kurt knew that what they actually meant was that they were all as bad as each other.

He sank his head against the cool pillow and willed tiredness. But for the first time since he got here, found it difficult to drift off to sleep that night.

Done :)

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These last chapters (and probably the next few) are mostly about what's taking place at the moment, but there will be some explanations as to what happened before this, and will delve into character history. If there's anything in particular you're wondering, then ask away! So i know what I might need to clear up!

Next chapter hopefully up by the end of the week. Please review if you liked it! Or hated it, i don't mind :)

Johnny :)