A/N: I apologize that this chapter took so long. I wanted to make sure the signs were correct as can be. However, there is some dispute over the word, 'red.' I learned a different sign than what dictionaries have explained. Oh well. None-the-less, I hope I brought some drama to you. I'm writing the next chapter shortly after posting this one and it's going to be a little different than what I posted before. Enjoy!

D/N: The characters of Glee within this story are not owned by me.

Just a day before the Glee Club concert and Kurt was late for the last practice. He was busy finishing a test for his mathematics class and as always, he took long amounts of time just to finish one problem. It was only about twenty minutes after the school bell rang, Kurt noticed this by looking at his cell phone for the time. He quickly turned in his test and ran out the door.

The halls were empty as he ran through, but he stopped at a T. 'Should I go the long route and thus taking said route even more late? Or should I go use the shortcut by the Sports Hall to get there faster?' he thought. 'The jocks are busy playing on the field know, so there's none of them around.' After thinking for a couple of seconds longer, he decided to take the shortcut by the Sports Hall. He belted towards the hall and went around the corner. After going around said corner, he looked at his watch to check the time again. Being late always made Kurt nervous.

Just as he looked up from his watch, still running, he saw a flash of red and tan and instantly fell to the floor. Kurt rubbed his eyes and head from falling too hard. As he scrambled to get up, the flashes of red and tan came back but were quickly covered again as a blindfold was put over his eyes. In a short amount of time, Kurt was tightly bound by his hands as well and was rolling on the floor.

He was hit, kicked, punched and beaten. Kurt tried to get up many times and to rub the blindfold off, but without hearing and sight, the others were just too quick for him. Finally, it came to his senses to, quite literally, sound ridiculous and scream. He screamed the best he could. He hoped it was loud and someone in this school would hear it. Luckly, the beating stopped and the others ran away supposedly.

Kurt laid there, breathing hard and trying to catch his breath. He could taste the metallic-tasting blood on his lips and feel it slowly dribble down his chin and the side of his mouth to the floor. Kurt wrestled with the scarf that had bound his hands together. After a couple of minutes of setting himself free of the hand scarf, he took off the scarf on his eyes. His vision was blurry at first but when he focused in, he saw blood... everywhere.

It ran down his shirt, body and lay on the floor. He tried to wipe away the blood on the floor the best he could with his clothing and slowly got up. Kurt stumbled and wavered as he got his school materials and made his way to the Music Room. His body ached all over as he finally made it to practice. He stepped inside and saw everyone in a huddle, chatting amongst themselves.

Mr. Shuester was at his desk and sorting papers. However, when he looked over at the door to see who it was, he was shocked. He immediately put everything down and walked towards Kurt. Mr. Shuester quickly pulled Kurt outside of the classroom and saw his condition up close. Kurt saw that he looked worried.

Mr. Shuester pointed to Kurt then made an 'O' with his hand then put two fingers out to the side, towards his heart, 'K', then finally a question mark in the air. 'Are you okay?'

Kurt was still breathing hard and just stared at his teacher, hoping that he would understand. Mr. Shue nodded and whisked him away to the nurse.

Kurt opened his eyes and saw his father, Burt, hovering over him. His father was smiling when he woke up. His dad gave him a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows. Kurt could only hold his hand out and shake it a bit, 'So so.'

Burt sighed with relief as he kept staring at his son. His expression turned sad. He finally held up a light fist at his chest and rubbed it in circles, 'I'm sorry.'

Kurt was confused. He shook his head and mouthed, "What? Why?"

Burt sighed again before pointing at himself, took his thumb under his chin and quickly pushed it away from his chin. He then made two fists, crossed them in the air and then pushed them away from him, then finally pointed at his son. 'I didn't protect you.'

Kurt could see the hurt in his fathers eyes and overall expression. He was never beaten this bad. Just a push and a shove was the most he recieved. Coach Beiste, Coach Sylvester and Principal Figgins was contacted by the school nurse.

"Ms. Sylvester," Principal Figgins said as he and the two coaches walked into the room, "I'm only suggesting you come as well because your office is around these quarters. Just like Ms. Beiste."

Sue just crossed her arms and leaned on the wall. Coach Beiste and Principal Figgins however sat next to Kurts bed. Coach Beiste started, "You think some of my football team did this to you?" she asked Kurt.

After reading her lips, Kurt nodded matter-of-factly. He took took two fingers, the index and middle, and pushed them away from his eyes, then crossed those same fingers making the letter, 'R' and tapped them againgst his chin.

"He saw red," Burt interpreted for his son, "the color of the football jackets."

Coach Beiste looked defeated and ran her hand through her curls, "We'll find who it was," she nodded and looked at Kurt, "They won't get away with this."

Kurt took his flat palm, put it to his lips then pushed it away, 'Thank you.' Coach Beiste nodded in approval, then looked at the principal.

"Alright," he started and got up from his chair, "Ladies, please look after your teams and see if anyone has any information about this situation." he looked at the Coaches. Beiste nodded and Sylvester just stared at the man with a harsh look. The principal looked over at Kurt and Burt, "We'll get them."

"Thank you," Burt said, then looked at his son, "Ready to go home?"

Kurt nodded softly.