A/N: Here is the next chapter for everyone! I upped the rating, just in case. Please let me know what you think, and enjoy!

Chapter Six

He had been doing so well, Kurt thought wistfully as he wiped grape slushie out of his eyes and stumbled into the nearest bathroom. He really had hoped that he would survive Monday without getting a slushie facial. Well, at least he lasted until lunch. He was immensely glad that he just happened to have an extra shirt and scarf in his bag so he didn't have to go all the way to his locker first.

Kurt made his way to the sinks once he determined the room was empty and started two faucets. Quickly stripping off the ruined shirt and scarf, he threw them in one sink to soak before bending over the other to rinse the syrupy drink out of his hair. He didn't hear the door open and close over the rushing water.

It wasn't until two large and strong hands had grabbed his hips roughly that he realized he wasn't alone anymore.

Kurt straightened up like a flash to see Karofsky's reflection smirking from behind him in the mirror.

"Hello, Kurt," the larger teen murmured in his ear as he pressed himself against Kurt's back, hands never relinquishing their hard grip on hips.

"Please leave me alone," Kurt whispered softly, wincing internally at how frightened he sounded. He couldn't believe that Karofsky was doing this now, where anyone could walk in and catch them!

"I just wanted to see my mark," Karofsky paused to press a soft brief kiss to the bruise on Kurt's neck before continuing. "But then I came in here, and saw you bent over the sink, so much skin showing . . . It's so pale and perfect, just waiting for someone to come mark it."

Finally the hands moved; sliding over the skin of Kurt's bare chest. He shuddered in fear, and Karofsky chuckled darkly in his ear.

"Do you like that, Kurt?" he whispered, pressing the smaller boy harder against the counter, letting his hands gently explore the expanse of flawless skin beneath them. "Do you let your prep school boyfriend touch you like this? Or am I the first?"

"Stop," Kurt whimpered helplessly as rough fingers brushed against his nipples. He felt as though he was frozen in place; he couldn't move to push the bully away. He felt the hands slip down his chest to his stomach, then even further down to come to a stop resting on the buckle of his belt.

Kurt couldn't stop shaking.

"I think," Karofsky breathed against Kurt's neck as he tugged lightly on the belt, "that you should finish stripping for me."

Kurt's eyes widened as Karofsky fumbled with trying to undo his belt. This could not be happening! He was not being stripped in a bathroom at school by his tormenter!

"Stop," he whispered frantically as he tried to push the bully's hands away from his belt. "Please stop!"

Karofsky stilled his hands and laughed softly. "Don't sound so scared, Kurt. You know you want this; I know you like it."

"No!" Kurt cried out, his voice rising in panic. "I don't want you near me! Get away from-"

One of those large hands clamped down on his mouth effectively cutting off his cries.

"Relax. Today I'm just gonna make sure your pretty little mark isn't going to be lonely all by itself. We don't have enough time or privacy to do anything else."

Kurt whimpered behind the hand covering his mouth as Karofsky's mouth descended onto his throat. He knew that he really shouldn't be enjoying the feel of Karofsky marking him, but he couldn't help it. He blamed it on his teenage hormones. Kurt tried to squirm away, but the bigger teen wrapped his other arm tightly around his chest, pinning him against Karofsky. Finally the bully pulled away, grinning with pleasure as he surveyed his work on the smaller teen's neck.

"See ya, Kurt," Karofsky slide his fingers lightly down Kurt's spine before exiting.

Kurt stood frozen for a few minutes before sighing deeply and finishing cleaning himself off and changing into the clean shirt. He took a deep breath, and stared at the hickeys littering his throat. He could still feel Karofsky's hands running all over his chest and pulling at his belt, his mouth biting marks onto his neck. He shuddered, and told himself it was from horror and not desire.

He quickly wound his clean scarf around his throat, double and triple checking to make sure none of those disgusting marks were showing, and walked calmly out of the bathroom. As he approached his locker to put his ruined clothes in, he noticed that both Mercedes and Rachel were waiting by his locker.

"There he is!" Rachel pointed excitedly and practically dragged Mercedes over to Kurt.

"Where were you?" Mercedes asked when they came to a stop in front of him. "We were waiting for you; there's an emergency glee meeting going on."

"I was cleaning up," Kurt replied slowly looking between the two girls. "Why is there an emergency glee meeting?"

"You'll see," Rachel said smugly as she grabbed onto Kurt's arm and, ignoring his flinch, dragged him off to the choir room with Mercedes help.

Once the trio entered the choir, Kurt noticed everyone was already there. And they all seemed to be staring at him.

He had a bad feeling about this.

"Is this an intervention for something?" Kurt asked suspiciously. "If it is, I'm sure that I don't need it."

"This is about your boyfriend," Rachel said, getting right down to business.

"Boyfriend?" Now Kurt was even more confused.

"Don't even try to deny it," Rachel sounded even more smug. "Finn told us all about your date on Saturday."

"I didn't-" He shot a confused look at Finn before everything clicked. "You think I'm dating Blaine?"

"Dude, that was totally a date," Finn replied angrily. "Even your dad thinks so!"

"And due to past experiences which will not be discussed at this time, we think it would be best if you broke up with him," Rachel said. "We can't risk another situation like that."

"I'm not dating Blaine," Kurt shook his head in disbelief.

"The dude took you out to lunch!" Finn shouted.

"Yeah, he did," Kurt shot back, gripping the strap of his bag tightly. "I needed someone to talk to and he offered!"

"But he is the competition, Kurt," Rachel started, but Mercedes cut her off.

"Why can't you talk to any of us?" She actually looked a little hurt. "You know we'll listen."

"But he understands what I'm going through!" Kurt took a deep breath to calm himself before continuing. "Blaine is the first openly gay guy I've met. He's been out for a while now, and he's been through all the same bullying as me. He's just trying to help me."

"We believe that he's taking advantage of your situation to try and bring us down," Rachel said sympathetically. "He's older, more experienced, and playing on your loneliness to get into your heart. I've been there, Kurt, I know what I'm talking about."

"You haven't even met him!"

"I did meet him!" Finn flew out of his seat and clenched his fists. "He reminded me of Jesse!"

"Finn, calm down," Rachel gently pushed the tall boy back into his seat and turned back to Kurt. "That's a little hypocritical of you, isn't it? After all, you had never met Jesse before threatening to kick me out if I didn't break up with him."

"Your situation with Jesse was completely different, Rachel," Kurt sighed. "Jesse came to you with the intent of destroying our glee club. I met Blaine when I went to spy on his glee club. Which, might I add, he wasn't even angry about."

"Okay, seriously, this is getting nowhere," Puck broke in before Rachel could respond. "The guy is playing you, Hummel. You have to dump the prep school boy."

Do you let your prep school boyfriend touch you like this? Kurt's mind flashed back to bathroom, and he could once again feel Karofsky's hands trailing along his bare skin.

"We aren't dating," he muttered, trying to shake the feeling away.

Puck just snorted. "Yeah, sure."

"Just because we are both gay, does not automatically mean we're dating, Puck," Kurt snarled in defence.

"Whatever you are, it has to stop now," Rachel said firmly, "before it gets too far. If you really need to talk to an openly gay man, I volunteer one of my dads. Either of them will understand what your going through."

Kurt just stared at the tiny girl for a moment, before glancing around the room. Everyone was watching him, waiting to see how he would react. He sighed deeply before speaking. "I'm sorry; I'm not going to give up a friendship that has become important to me just because you guys are paranoid."

With that, he turned on his heel and practically ran out of the room.

Everyone sat in silence for a couple of minutes, thinking about what to do next.

"I told everyone talking to him about it would work," Rachel said finally.

"I guess now we have to go to Plan B," Finn sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

Rachel frowned. "We don't have a Plan B."

"Sure we do. Sam seduces Kurt."

"I didn't agree to that idea," Sam cut in. "I think it's cruel and I won't do it. Besides, I still don't get what the big deal is."

"Puck then," Finn said, looking back at said boy.

"Dude, no," Puck started, but Santana cut him off.

"If anyone could seduce him, it would be you Puckerman. Unless you're lying about how awesome you are."

Puck glared at the latina girl before relenting. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Great!" Finn stood. "Now we can all get lunch!"

Everyone slowly filtered out of the choir room, discussing whether this "Plan B" was the right course of action.