15 minutes had passed and Blaine was curious as to what was taking Kurt so long. He knew his boyfriend was pretty migh maintenence, but he didnt realise it was to such an extent. Blaine was the last person left in the coffee shop as it was starting to get dark, and light flakes of snow were landing on the window pane.
'Its getting late' thought Blaine, looking at his watch. 'We really must get home soon'. Blaine rose hasitly from his chair and briskly walked over to the restroom, planning on telling Kurt to get a move on. However, when he finally opened the door, a scene greeted him that he did not expect to see. The first thing that Blaine saw was a huge, bulky framed man pressed up against the tile wall, slamming his hips roughly against it. A split second after taking in the sight, he noticed that there was a thin framed man pushed up against the wall, being constricted by the man on top of him. With every slam the larger man made, the small man gave a blood curdling cry of pain. The smaller man was doing he could to get the man off him, pushing and scratching him. The larger man simply grabbed the back of the small mans head and hit it against the wall, creating a massive cracking sound. The boy screamed with such pain and Blaine noticed that their was a large trail of lood trickling down the wall from where the mans head just came into contact with the wall.
Thats when it struck Blaine.
The smaller boy was naked.
The smaller boy was being raped.
The smaller boy, was Kurt.
Kurt fell to the ground, clutching the bloody cut on his forehead as the masses of tears fell down his now bruised cheeks. His once neat hair was sticking out all over the place, and he had a huge red bruise on his hips from where the mans hands had been digging into him. His right arm was purple with bruises and his leg was scraped and bloody. Blaine's ches hurt from breathing too hard and too fast, but his eyes were dry as he blinked, hoping it would make the image go away. It didn't.
He just froze in his spot, unable to do anything. Before he knew it he was being pinned up against the wall by the large man. A fist swung at Blaine and slammed him in the face with a sickening thud, sending him backwards to the ground. In the dim light coming from the bulbs he could see the bulky man above him with a smirk on his face. "Hello Blaine, trying to rescue your boyfriend are we?"
It was Karofsky.
By the time Blaine's head had stopped spinning, he had recovered enough to sit up and realise that Kurt was cowered up next to him, trying to hid himself in one of the stalls. Karofsky moved to the sinks, running his fingers through the icy water, bringing the feeling back to his hands. Blaine grasped Kurt with terror as Karofsky made his way back to the two boys. Kurt responded by giving his hand a tight squeeze, the tears rolling down from his grey eyes seasing to stop.
Karofsky reached for Kurt's ankle. He tried to move away, but there was nowhere to escape in the small bathroom. "Get the fuck off my boyfriend" Blaine protested, as Karofsky got a hold of Kurt and draged Kurt forward onto his feet. Blaine tried to force Karofsky off Kurt, but he greeted him with a gun. Karofsky pointd the gun at Blaine, forcing him back against the wall. A loud bang reverbarated throughout the room as Blaine pounded against the wall, trying to get away. His eyes flutter shut as head hits the wall, his body falling motionlessly to the cold tiled floor.
Kurt cried out, but Karofsky just answered back by slamming Kurt against the door. Another yelp of pain escaped Kurt's lips but the overwealming pain flooding through his arom does not stop him from struggling out of Karofsky's grip, hitting at his arms. Karofsky ignored Kurt's struggles before saying "I've got no problem decorating the tiles with your brains." Kurt shuddered, falling still as he stared back at Karofsky. karofsky pressed himself even closer to Kurt, hands going for his neck. Kurt clawed at his hands, trying to get away. Karofsky continued choking him until Kurt's struggles were barely that and Kurt started seeing spots. Kurt gasped, drawing in a deep breath. It hurt to breathe. Karofsky pulled Kurt up off the floor and dragged him across the empty restroom, tossing him onto the floor.
There's an arm around his torso, trapping his arms against his sides, and another hand covering his mouth. Kurt was lifted off his feet but was too tired, too helpless to try and kick Karofsky off. The hand over his mouth is covering his nose too and Kurt was having a hard time breathing. He is vaguely aware of being lifted off his feet before he closed his eyes and everything goes pitch black.