A/N: Here is the next chapter! It was hard for me to write, so please let me know what you think!

A/N2: This chapter was betaed by the wonderful Emberwillow14! THANK YOU!

Chapter Ten

It was Friday.

Kurt had spent the rest of the week after storming out of glee rehearsal with Wes and David virtually ignoring his teammates. Except for Tina, who had warned him about Puck's intentions. And Sam and Mike, who, though they participated in the threatening of Blaine, swore that they didn't realize that they were actually going to threaten him. That, and they literally followed him around for a whole day begging for forgiveness.

If Blaine hadn't told Kurt that they had just stood in the background looking guilty and ashamed, he would still be ignoring them too.

The others tried to talk to him, to apologize. But he just couldn't deal with them right now. He was still too hurt and angry to accept anything from them. He had considered forgiving Mercedes, but then he found out that she was the one who suggested that Sam should seduce him.

Kurt knew he was probably being childish and immature, but he was really pained by his friends' actions.

Then there was the whole Karofsky situation. The bully kept staring at Kurt with this intense expression on his face, stalking him through the halls between classes.

Kurt was terrified.

He had told Blaine that last night, when they were talking on the phone. Blaine was still urging him to tell someone, but Kurt couldn't. After all, Karofsky hadn't really done anything. He couldn't go to someone complaining that he was scared for no apparent reason.

On this particular Friday, Kurt hadn't seen Karofsky yet. He knew he was at school; some of the other jocks were talking about something the bully did in science at lunch. But for some reason, he was staying away from Kurt.

It was the middle of the last period. Kurt had foolishly forgotten the novel the class was studying in his locker, so he had gotten permission to retrieve it. He was almost at his locker when two muscular arms wrapped tightly around him, a strong hand clamping down on his mouth. He started thrashing about violently, trying to get free.

"This will be much easier on both of us if you just stop struggling now," Karofsky breathed into his ear, biting at it lightly before dragging Kurt into a nearby janitor's closet.

Once the door closed behind them, Karofsky turned the smaller boy around and slammed his back against the wall. He pressed his body against the shaking boy, and crashed their mouths together.

Kurt wrenched his face away from the bully, pushing as hard as he could against the chest. It wouldn't budge. "Get off of me!"

Karofsky just grinned manically before capturing both of Kurt's wrists in one hand and leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "I overheard you talking to your Goth friend the other day. Apparently you're a little slut, aren't you? Making out with Puckerman, me, and your little prep school boyfriend? How far have you gotten with them? Have you let either touch you here yet?" He brushed his free hand against Kurt's groin, rubbing it almost painfully.

Kurt whimpered softly, struggling futilely against the grip holding his wrists together. "Don't-"

Karofsky chuckled darkly. "It's no use fighting me, Kurt. I'm going to get what I want anyway; and all your wiggling is just turning me on even more."

Kurt froze at those words, breathing deeply and trying to remain calm.

"That's better," Karofsky kissed along the other boy's jaw. "If you relax, it will be fun." His free hand pulled open Kurt's belt, and started to undo his jeans.

"No no no." Kurt shook his head frantically, resuming his twisting to try and get those hands off of him. He wasn't expecting Karofsky to slap him hard across the face, or release his wrists to wrap that hand around his throat and squeeze tightly. Kurt grabbed at the wrist and tugged.

Karofsky kept tightening his grip, a cold smile on his face.

Kurt couldn't breathe. He couldn't get out any noise. His eyes widened pleadingly, silently begging the bully to release him.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" Karofsky's voice was just as cold as his smile. "I'll let you go when you promise to behave."

Kurt could feel his eyes welling up, the tears spilling over and racing down his face. He couldn't breathe. His struggles had been reduced to scratching at the hand at his throat.

He couldn't allow himself die here, in a janitor's closet in Lima.

Kurt nodded slowly, feeling as though he were selling his soul to the devil.

Karofsky smirked in victory, and let both hands fall to his captive's hips. Kurt gasped for breath, whimpering quietly as the pain made itself known. His cheek ached where he had been hit and his throat was burning. He couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Karofsky was massaging small circles on the smaller boy's hips, patiently waiting until he could breathe properly. One of those large hands slid around to grab at Kurt's ass, while the other just gripped his hip painfully.

By the time Kurt had stopped gasping, the manic grin was back on the bully's face.

"Let's see how good of a boy you are," he murmured slowly, licking his lips. "Get on your knees."

Kurt's breath caught in his throat; fear welling up inside him. He shook his head.

Karofsky frowned, and hit the smaller boy hard in the face, shoving Kurt to his knees while he was still disoriented. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers, releasing his straining erection. Kurt whimpered at the sight, and clamped his jaw shut.

"Be a good boy, Kurt, and open up," Karofsky growled dangerously. When his victim still refused, he ran one hand through the other boy's immaculate hair, mussing it up. He got a good grip on the soft locks, and yanked it hard.

Kurt couldn't help crying out in pain. Once his mouth was open, Karofsky snapped his hips forward and forced his erection into Kurt's mouth. Kurt started chocking when it hit the back of his throat.

He didn't want this; so he followed his instinct:

Kurt bit down. He bit down hard.

Karofsky let out a high pitched shriek, falling away from his captive. Kurt took the opportunity to jump up and wrench open the door. He felt a hand clamp down on his ankle, and he fell as he tried to exit the janitor's closet.

He kicked back and caught the bully in the head, causing the hand to release him.

Kurt was up and running as fast as could; he didn't look back. He just knew he had to get somewhere safe. Where could he be safe in this school?

As he turned the corner, he ran straight into someone. He mumbled an apology and tried to continue his dash for freedom, but an iron grip on his elbow stopped him.

"What the Hell happened to you, Lady?"

Kurt looked back at Sue Sylvester, who was staring at him with a frown. Mr. Shuester was standing beside her with wide eyes, taking in Kurt's messy hair, tear-stained face, and (most worrying) open pants.

"Kurt?" his voice was soft and calming, as though he were talking to a frightened animal. "What's wrong?"

Kurt stared at the two adults for a moment before he remembered.

He had made a promise.

"Karofsky."

Blaine had been sitting in car outside the Hummel's house for the last ten minutes. He was missing his afternoon classes, and a Warblers practice to do this, and now he was finding it difficult to actually go through with it. He knew it was important; after Kurt told him last night how frightened he was to even go to school, Blaine had made the decision.

Someone had to know what was going on. The problem was that he was breaking Kurt's confidence by doing this. He only hoped that the younger boy would eventually forgive him.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Blaine got out of his car and made his way to the front door. He rang the bell and fidgeted nervously until the door swung open to reveal Burt Hummel.

Burt frowned when he saw the teenager who was standing on the porch. "Kurt's not here, he's still in school."

Blaine swallowed nervously at the angry expression on the man's face. "I know. I really need to talk to you, actually. It's very important."

Burt silently examined the boy before him, before standing to one side. Blaine walked into the house with a halfhearted smile.

"So what's so important that it couldn't wait until school was over? I'm assuming that you should be in class right now." Burt didn't exactly sound impressed.

"That is true," Blaine admitted. "But I wanted to talk to you alone, without the possibility of Kurt interrupting. He would kill me if he knew I was here."

Burt raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Why would he kill you? Is this about Kurt?"

Blaine nodded. "I don't know how to help him and he's refusing to talk to anyone else about it."

"Why don't you start by telling me what's wrong with my son."

Blaine took another deep breath. "There's this bully at Kurt's school; his name is Karofsky. This bully has been . . . harassing Kurt for the past couple of weeks."

"What do you mean? You mean like bullying?" Burt clenched his fists in anger.

"It's more than just bullying." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Karofsky has been . . . sexually harassing Kurt."

"WHAT?" Burt shouted, causing Blaine to flinch. "Sorry, kid. But what do you mean, sexually harassing?"

"He's been kissing him, and . . . touching him." Blaine took a step back when rage flared up in the man's eyes. "I don't think he's actually, you know, groped Kurt yet, but I'm afraid it will happen soon. And all of those hickeys on Kurt's neck? This bully put them there. This whole week, the guy has been practically stalking Kurt through the halls at school. Kurt is terrified, and I don't know how to help him. I'm scared of what might happen if this continues."

Burt stared at the teenage boy in front of him. Blaine was still fidgeting, but on top of that he looked scared. Burt could tell that this boy cared very much about his son just by looking at him. He felt bad for judging him, and assuming he had been corrupting Kurt. He was very pissed off that someone was trying to take advantage of his son, though.

"I'm glad you told me," Burt placed a calming hand on Blaine's shoulder. "I'll talk to Kurt when he gets home, and first thing tomorrow I'm going to that school and-"

The phone started ringing.

Burt frowned and grabbed the extension. "Hello?"

"Mr. Hummel? This is Principal Figgins at William McKinley High School," the voice on the other end said. "There has been an incident involving your son, and you need to come down here right now."

Burt froze. An incident? Involving Kurt?

"Mr. Hummel?" the principal asked.

"I'll be right there." Burt hung up, and turned to Blaine. "I have to go to the school. You coming? I have a feeling Kurt might need you later."

Blaine nodded frantically, and followed the man out of the house.