I own nothing but a sick twisted brain.

His dad had given him an annoyed look as soon as he came down the stairs that morning.

"I thought you were going to cut the grass today?"

"I am."

He looked skeptically at Dave's clothes. Dave just sighed.

"I'm going over to Kurt's, when I get back I'll mow the yard."

"It'll be hot when you get back, why don't you go to his house this afternoon and do the lawn this morning?"

"I told him I'd be there this morning; I'll do it when I get back Dad."

"Why do you have to make things difficult Dave? I'm trying to give you some good advice, but you'd rather be stubborn and do things the hard way."

Dave just shook his head, "I've gotta go Dad, I'll see you later."

"The grass will be cut today Dave."

"You're right! It will be! I'll see you later."

With that he stomped out of the house. He wasn't really pissed at his dad, he just wanted him off his back so he could go to Kurt's. On the drive over he imagined asking his dad for some advice about his biggest problem.

"Hey Dad, I've gotta kill this guy who raped Kurt. I've been considering exsanguinating him in the wilderness area then scattering the corpse so the coyotes and foxes get rid of the evidence for me, but then last night I came up with the idea to make it look like a gay bashing gone too far. What's your advice here? Which do you think would be most likely to keep me out of prison?"

Imagination Station over. He couldn't even begin to picture a Dad-response to that.

He knocked at Kurt's door, hoping someone other than Burt would answer, but no joy. There was Mr. Hummel. Again. Was Finn's mom having an affair, why the hell wasn't that lady ever home? Dave was relieved that he looked a little mellower when he opened the door today. Still got the good drugs, huh Burt?

"Good morning Mr. Hummel, how's Kurt today?"

"He's feeling better, he rested well last night. The meds they gave him in the ER seem to have worn off so he's a little more talkative."

Dave was fucking elated to hear that news, maybe they could get something accomplished today.

"That's great sir; could I go down to see him now?"

"Sure Dave, and hey, don't call me sir, makes me feel old."

Dave actually blushed, "Yes si- Mr. Hummel."

"Go on down, he's been awake for about an hour now, did you have breakfast yet?"

Honestly he hadn't, but he couldn't handle any more bonding time with Mr. Hummel so he said he'd had toast before he left his house and headed downstairs.

When he got to Kurt's room he was happy to see him actually propped up against the headboard and sitting on his ass in bed. He instantly felt a pang in his heart; it was a fucked up world when that was a reason to be happy. He sat down on the bed by Kurt's feet. Unhappily Kurt had the zombie-face again today; he stared at his computer screen with absolutely no expression.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Whatcha watching?"

"America's Next Top Model marathon."

"Why?"

"I mentally mock the contestants and imagine how much better I'd look in their photo shoots. They're all losers and it does wonders for my self-esteem."

Kurt was a little too worn around the edges to manage cutting sarcasm so it came out sounding far too much like the truth.

Dave decided to just cut to the chase, he knew if he didn't they'd dance around the real issue for hours until he got frustrated and said something stupid.

"I think we need to talk before you call him."

Kurt narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Talk about what?"

And hell yeah, there was a spark of the Kurt he knew and lo-… fuck it, loved left in there.

"About what you're going to say."

Kurt just shrugged and looked down. God damn it! Was he going to have to piss him off all morning to get this ball rolling?

"Kurt you've gotta help me here, you're going to have to get your head in the game if we want to get this done."

"I don't even want to think about him David!"

"Fuck Kurt, I don't either but you're the one who asked me to! Look, I'm supposed to be mowing the lawn today, do you want me to go home and we can both just pretend Blaine Preppy-face doesn't even exist? I gotta tell you, that's gonna be goddamn easy for me, but you might have a hard time playing pretend when he decides to come tap that ass again."

At that moment Dave hated himself more than he'd ever thought possible. Shit motherfucker, why hadn't he just punched him in the eye? Kurt made a strangled noise and sort of collapsed onto his side. Now he'll cry. He didn't cry. What he did was even scarier to Dave because he just hugged his pillow and started making really fucking weird noises.

Damn it to fucking hell! Dave didn't know what else to do so he kind of shifted Kurt over and wrapped his arms around him. Kurt grabbed one of his biceps like a drowning man clutching a life preserver and shit, the little son of a bitch was strong! Dave thought he'd probably have bruises but he didn't care about that. Kurt quit making the freaky noises really fast which was great 'cause he wasn't sure how he would have explained that to Mr. Hummel but his voice was still kind of choked up when he started to tell. About it.

"He didn't."

"What?" Dave was incredulous, was he going to try and deny it?

"He…couldn't."

"Uh, I'm not getting you here Kurt, what do you mean?"

And then it poured out. And Dave wished to God that Kurt Hummel had never been born, that they'd never met, that he'd been straight and never crushed on him or picked on him, that Kurt had never gone to Dalton Academy, Dave wished he would have gotten in a car wreck on the way to Kurt's fucking house, anything to un-know what Kurt was telling him.

"He was drunk, I think high on drugs, too. He asked me to go for a ride with him. I didn't realize Dave or I never would have gone with him, never!" Kurt's voice grew high and he paused, breathing heavily.

Dave tightened his arms briefly to encourage him to go on.

"He said he'd missed seeing me every day. He said, 'See how impulsive you make me? I'm supposed to be at a Warblers practice right now.' I was flattered. I was flattered by that! It tickled my vanity to know I'd made a boy irresponsible like that."

What started as a hysterical laugh became a low moan. Dave squeezed him again. He had a feeling he'd be doing that a lot.

"We went parking, it was early, no one else was there. If I'd been paying any attention I might have noticed how…messed up he was sooner but while this...this drunk was driving me around I had my head in the clouds, in some stupid fantasy world thinking about how impressive I was."

He laughed again and Dave thanked God 'cause it didn't sound nearly as crazy as it had before. Another squeeze and then Dave tried to relax as much as he could and send that energy to Kurt. Slow, calm breaths, slow, calm.

"I climbed right into the back seat with him; I thought he was going to kiss me but he told me to take my shirt off. I did and he did, too. Then he told me to undo my pants, I didn't want to but he'd already undone his and was rubbing his…penis. I thought, 'Oh, he wants to play naughty,' so I opened my pants too."

Kurt seemed to go limp in his arms, his face back to the vacant look he'd had when Dave walked in. Shit, he didn't know if this was better or worse.

"I was turned on but he wasn't…erect. He leaned over to kiss me and I tasted it - beer. I asked him if he'd been drinking and he just laughed. He wanted to know what was wrong with enjoying a cold beer. Then he reached into the cargo hold. There was a cooler there, he took one of the beers out of it and offered it to me. I told him no, he was really close to me and I saw his pupils. They were dilated. Way too much to be normal. I told him to take me back to my car but he just grabbed me and started kissing me again. His mouth tasted like garbage!"

Dave jumped a little when he heard that but he didn't think Kurt had noticed, he almost seemed to be talking to himself at this point.

"I wanted to get out, call my dad, but my phone was in my bag in the front seat. I started to open the door beside me but I couldn't. Someone pulled up, another car. I was too embarrassed. I was embarrassed I had my shirt off. My pants were down. I had…I w-w-was…"

Dave gave another small hug. "You still had an erection."

"I still had an erection and I was too embarrassed to not get raped."

Kurt slapped himself twice. Dave quickly changed positions so he could wrap his arms around both of Kurt's.

"It's not your fault Kurt. He did this to you. None of this is your fault."

"He laughed at me. He laughed and pushed me on the floor then pulled my pants down more. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe what was happening. He kept trying, kept touching himself, touching me, but it didn't work. He said he wasn't going to disappoint me. He took the beer he'd offered me and pushed it in me. He was moving it like… like sex. "

His voice broke and he started to cry quietly.

"It hurt me Dave. It hurt."

Dave helped him turn over, and then he held him close, rocking him from side to side, "It's over now. It's over. He won't hurt you again. It's over."

Suddenly they both jumped.

Kurt's phone had started to ring.