A/N: Here is chapter three for everyone! I decided to hurry up and post it since I forgot to mention last chapter that I have two essays to write due next week, so I probably won't have time to get any of this story done until after.
I was a little nervous with posting this chapter, so if you could please let me know what think, it would be greatly appreciated!

Chapter Three

For Kurt, the next week went by the same as always. Karofsky still threw him in the dumpster every morning, slushied him, and locker slammed him. Kurt had thought that by knowing this secret of Karofsky's, the abuse would die down a little. If anything, the violence escalated. He was tempted to out the bully to the school, just so he could see how all of it felt.

But Kurt knew that he wouldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair to force Karofsky out of the closet before he was ready. More than that, it wouldn't be right.

So Kurt suffered in silence. It's not like anyone really noticed the abuse anyway.

It was after school Friday, and Kurt was looking forward to the weekend. It wasn't like he had any special plans, but he just needed a few days off from everything. He was heading down the hall towards his locker when it happened. A large hand roughly grabbed his arm and he was forcibly dragged into an empty classroom to be shoved against the wall. Karofsky was standing over him, strong hands pinning his arms to the wall.

"Who else have you told?" Karofsky growled menacingly, tightening his grip on Kurt's arms. There were sure to be bruises when this was over.

"I haven't told anyone," Kurt replied coolly as he tried to push down the panic rising inside. Trapped between his bully and a wall was not the best place to be.

"Bullshit," Karofsky slammed the smaller boy against the wall again, relishing the way Kurt winced in pain. "You told your boyfriend; who else have you told?"

"No one," Kurt said calmly, even though he was anything but calm. "And I'm not going to tell anyone. Ever. It wouldn't be right. So if you would just let me go. . ."

Instead of letting him go, Karofsky stepped closer. "You better not tell anyone, cause if you do, I will kill you."

"I'm not going to tell anyone," Kurt didn't doubt that the bully would try to kill him if he did tell, "so now will you let me go? Now that you're done threatening me?"

Karofsky just grinned suddenly and pressed himself fully against Kurt, who immediately tensed.

"Scared, Kurt?"

Kurt definitely was scared; he had a neanderthal pressed up against him. He would never admit it out loud though. It would be admitting a weakness that the larger boy would be able to take advantage of.

Karofsky pressed his face against the side of Kurt's neck, taking several deep breaths. "Hmm. You smell so good; kinda like flowers." His words were spoken quietly, and tickled Kurt's neck.

Kurt wanted to reply with one of his usual snappy retorts, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a little gasp as Karofsky started to press light kisses against his neck. He could feel the bully's smirk at the noise, and the kisses travelled up his jaw.

These kisses were different from the first one, Kurt thought randomly. The first one last week was hard and desperate; these were soft and almost loving. He realized belatedly that he wasn't moving a muscle, he was just letting this happen. He couldn't do that; he couldn't let Karofsky keep kissing him. So he started struggling. The grip on his arms tightened even more, and Karofsky pushed his body closer to still his squirming.

"Stop," Kurt tried twisting away, but the other was much stronger and heavier than him. "Karofsky-" he cut off with a small moan as Karofsky bit down on his neck and started to suck gently. It was really the most arousing sensation that he had felt, and was embarrassed at the soft noises he kept making.

Karofsky smirked against Kurt's throat again; he knew he was turning the smaller boy on. He pressed more light kisses up his jaw until he reached the ear.

Kurt tensed when Karofsky stopped at his ear. He had no idea what was going to happen next.

"See ya Monday, Kurt," Karofsky whispered before releasing him and walking out as though nothing happened.

Kurt stood frozen on the spot for a long minute before sliding slowly to the ground. He realized he was shaking; whether from fear or something else, he didn't know. He pulled his bag towards him (he had dropped it when he got shoved against the wall) and pulled out his compact mirror. He only intended to check out how ruffled he looked and fix it before exiting the room, but a flash of something on his neck caught his eye.

The bastard had given him a hickey.

He whimpered softly; he had no scarf to hide it before he got home. His dad would definitely ask questions that he really didn't want to answer. He was scared that he would end up telling Burt everything, which wouldn't be good for his heart. He just wanted to talk to someone.

He pulled out his phone and dialled.

Blaine answered cheerfully after the first ring. "Hey Kurt! What's up?"

Kurt knew he really shouldn't be calling the older boy with all his problems, but Blaine had the remarkable ability to make him feel better about everything. He knew he was falling for him, and falling hard. Blaine was just so easy to talk to, and he understood everything.

"Kurt? Is everything alright?" Blaine sounded worried when he didn't say anything. "Kurt, what happened?"

"He grabbed me and pulled me into a classroom," Kurt replied softly, pressing a light touch to the mark on his neck.

"He who? The neanderthal in the closet?" Blaine's voice had a hard edge to it.

Kurt nodded then remembered that the other boy couldn't see him. "Yeah, Karofsky."

"What did he do after he pulled you into the room?"

"He slammed me against the wall," Kurt was still speaking softly. "He threatened me to make sure I wouldn't tell anyone. I think I have bruises on my arms from where he was holding me."

"Is that all he did?"

"No, he . . ." Kurt flushed as he remembered the feeling of a very male body pressed against him. "He smelled me."

Blaine was quiet for a moment before replying. "He smelled you?"

"It freaked me out," Kurt needed to make sure that Blaine understood that. "Then he started kissing my neck and jaw. I tried to get away, tried to tell him to stop, but he just . . . He bit me."

"He bit you? As in, a vampire bite, or a hickey?"

Kurt didn't respond except to make a half choking, half sobbing sound.

"Kurt, you should tell someone about this," Blaine said seriously. "That is sexual harassment. He can get expelled."

"No one will do anything," Kurt sighed. "They never do anything."

"Kurt-" Blaine started, but Kurt cut him off.

"I just need someone to talk to, Blaine. I just want to forget this ever happened!"

There was silence on the line for a couple of long minutes.

"What are you doing tonight?"

Kurt blinked at the random question. "I have Friday night dinner with my dad and the Hudsons. Why?"

"What about tomorrow? Are you busy?"

"No, why?" Kurt replied suspiciously.

"I'm going to take you out to lunch tomorrow," Blaine sounded cheerful again. "We can talk about whatever your heart desires. You need some fun. I'll pick you up at eleven thirty?"

"Uhh, okay?" Kurt sounded as though he were asking a question, and Blaine laughed at that.

"So it's a date, then?" Blaine chirped happily. "But listen, Kurt, I gotta go. The Warblers are rehearsing and I'm already late. So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, okay," Kurt sounded shocked. "See you tomorrow."

Blaine hung up and Kurt stared at his phone.

Date?

Kurt was cleaning up after dinner when he remembered to ask Burt about going out the next day. Things had been pretty hectic once he got home, what with sneaking in and putting on a scarf before Burt could see the hideous mark on his throat, making dinner, and hanging out with Finn and Carole.

He walked into the living room where his dad was sitting on the couch, and sat down beside him.

"What's up?" Burt looked at his fidgeting, suddenly nervous son.

"I was invited out to lunch with a friend tomorrow," Kurt said slowly. "I was wondering if you were feeling well enough for me to go out?"

"Which friend?" Burt asked, suspicious since Kurt didn't specify.

"You don't know him."

"Him?" Burt's suspicion level rose. "And I don't know him? How do you know him?"

Kurt sighed. "I met him when I went to spy on the Dalton Academy Glee Club. We are just going out to lunch to talk. Nothing to be suspicious about. Please, Dad? You'll get to meet him; he is coming to pick me up."

Burt just stared at his son, who actually seemed excited. "Fine. I'll call Carole, have her and Finn over to watch the game so you won't worry."

Kurt smiled happily and threw his arms around his father. "Thank you!"

"I'm getting out the shotgun, though, in case this boy tries anything," Burt grumbled as Kurt danced back into the kitchen.