Hi Guys! So, if you can't figure it out from the story, Amber is thirteen here, and the boys are now twenty two. It physically hurt to write this chapter, because I've been in this situation, and I'm writing more or less from experience here. I hope and pray that none of you have ever encountered this type of situation; and if you have, please know that you're not alone. I love you all, with my whole heart.

I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Glee.

Amber curled herself up into a ball, her heart breaking. She sobbed into her hands, tears leaking through her fingers. She fumbled on the ground next to her for her purse, her fingers seeking out the familiar weight of her phone. She opened it and blinked a little at the harsh light it emitted in the darkness of the night.

Kurt, I'm scared. Can you come get me? –A

Kurt's familiar tone went off almost immediately, his response quick, which meant he was still awake.

Where R U? – K

She blinked again, her eyes trying to take in her surroundings. Jack had left her out here, in the middle of nowhere, after she had refused to have sex with him after their date. She wasn't even sure where here was.

I don't know… - A

With this realisation, Amber burst into fresh tears, her sobs drowned out by the sounds of the creek that bubbled beside her. The water looked eerie in the moonlight, and close by an owl hooted softly.

Okay, calm down Amber. Look around you, what do you see? – K

Amber looked around her like Kurt asked, making note of the creek, the large poplar tree that was growing close to where she sat, and the large orange barn in the next field.

I'm by a creek, with a big tree, and a huge orange barn in the next field. – A

She looked around some more, and noticed twinkling lights of the city a little way off.

I think I'm not far from the city. I can see lights –A

She waited a bit, wondering what Kurt was doing. Did he forget about her? She shook that thought off; Kurt had never, not in the five years they had known each other, ever forgotten her. But she still wondered why he took so long to respond.

Lovers Lane. Figures he would take you there. So cliché. I'll be there soon, hang on, sweetheart. – K

Amber's heart hammered in her chest, as she realised he was coming for her. She wrapped her arms around her body, shivering slightly in the coolness of the summer evening. Since she had been inside a car, she hadn't thought to bring a sweater, never once thinking that sweet, kind, Jack Turner would turn out to be such a creep and leave her here.

A rustling in the grass disturbed her thoughts, and she turned her head toward the sound. A pair of glowing eyes made her scream in fear, and disappeared as soon as she screamed. The little fox wanted nothing to do with the strange being who shrieked at him.

Kurt, hurry, please! I'm so scared! – A

Her sobbing was pierced by cries in the distance, a familiar voice calling her name over and over, frantically trying to find her. No, two familiar voices, and she let out a yell as her two favourite men in the world came racing up to her.

Blaine kneeled on the ground, his hands caressing her arms and legs, making sure she wasn't hurt physically, while Kurt wrapped his arms around her torso, cuddling her close to keep her sanity in check.

"Sweetheart, I know this sucks, but you have to tell us," Blaine gasped, his breath coming short from the run he'd just made. "Did he… touch you? Like, as in… sexually?" He seemed embarrassed for asking, and she blushed at the question, but shook her head negatively.

"N-No…" She stuttered, her breath coming short from the crying. Kurt and Blaine both let out relieved sighs, and cuddled her even closer to them. At this point, she was the jelly in a Kurt and Blaine sandwich.

Kurt released the girl, his hands finding and holding onto hers, as Blaine lifted the weary girl into his arms. Together, they made the journey back to their car, the doors not even having been closed from their headlong flight.

Blaine placed the girl into the back seat, and Kurt scooted in too, buckling himself and her in before settling with his arms around her again. Then he noticed she was shivering. Blaine had noticed that too, while he was carrying her, and reached back into the trunk to pull out the emergency blanket they kept back there.

Smiling lovingly at Blaine for being a true angel, Kurt took the blanket and wrapped it tightly around the distraught girl, and pulled her close once again.

Making sure she was as comfortable as she could get, given the cramped back seat and the almost angry way Blaine proceeded to drive, Kurt asked Amber gently;

"Tell us what happened, sweetie?"

Amber shook her head softly, then without really seeming to realise that she was even opening her mouth, she began to spill everything that had happened on her "date'.

"Jack Turner is a boy in my school. He's sixteen, but he was held back a grade. The rumour is that he was held back because he told a teacher off. All the girls in my grade are in love with him. He's a bad ass," Her voice remained low, but due to the nature of there being no sound whatsoever in the car other than the vibration of the wheels, it wasn't a problem for both Blaine and Kurt to hear exactly what she said. Kurt caught Blaine's eye in the rear view mirror and shook his head; they would allow her to complete her story with no interruptions. Blaine nodded infinitesimally, focussing on driving.

"He dated a few of the girls in the class. They were sluts. That's what he called them. All of them. But only after he had gone out with them. I guess he had been able to have sex with them; that's what made them sluts. I was so sure I would be able to change him; make the bad boy be good, you know?" Her sniffles started up again, and Blaine passed back a couple of tissues from the box in the glove compartment.

"Then he asked me out, and I couldn't believe it! Mousy, little, ugly old me," Amber's tears continued, as she explained. Kurt cuddled her close again; he wanted to tell her so much that all of her shortcomings were only in her own head, and any other time he would have. But right now it was about hearing Amber's story, so he kept his mouth shut and simply watched her.

"I know I'm only thirteen, but I've never even been kissed, you know? All the other girls in my class have, and some of them have even gone all the way with a guy. I've never even been touched! And when Jack looked at me, it was like I could do anything; anything at all. He even told me I was like the morning sun; every time he saw me he'd have to smile because I was beautiful. Beautiful! Can you imagine?" Amber laughed bitterly, and Kurt wanted to take her and shake some sense into her; he and Blaine had been telling her she was beautiful for years! But he kept quiet, and after a moment or two, she continued.

"He set up this date for tonight. He took me to a movie. One of those scary ones you and I hate, Kurt," She shivered, remembering. Blaine's face gave a little scowl, although he didn't say anything, and his eyebrows lowered on his face; he was angry, and Kurt couldn't blame him. The last time they had let Amber watch a scary movie, she'd had nightmares for weeks.

"Then he took me out and around town, showing me all the awesome places he liked hanging out. Bars, and coffee shops, and night clubs. He even showed me the fake ID he used to get in." Her breath was getting faster; she was getting herself worked up, and Kurt could once again feel the tremors through the blanket.

"Then he brought me out to the edge of town. He wanted to show me some place, he said. When we got there, he reached over and started unbuttoning my blouse," Amber whimpered, her voice abnormally high as she recounted the traumatic experience. Blaine's hands gripped the steering wheel hard, as though he would punch something if he didn't. Kurt's focus remained on the girl at his side, petting her hair softly and trying to soothe her with his gentle stroking.

"I told him to stop, and he started kissing me. He just, forced, his lips on mine, and I was scared, oh god, Kurt, I was so scared!" Kurt didn't know what else to do, so he continued cuddling the girl, his arms rocking her back and forth.

By this time, Blaine had driven them safely back to his and Kurt's house, and all three disembarked from the vehicle.

When they were in the living room, Amber safely ensconced in the blanket and sipping at a warm cup of tea with honey, he nodded at Blaine to follow him into the bedroom for a minute.

"We'll be right back, sweetie. I just need to ask Blaine something." Amber nodded, her eyes beginning to droop now that her ordeal was over and she felt a bit safer.

Blaine followed Kurt back into the bedroom, and passed his hand over his eyes when they got there.

"Kurt, I don't think she should go back to the house tonight. She should stay here, with us. We can put her up in the guest bedroom. Kurt," Blaine halted as Kurt held up his hand in surrender. Usually they never allowed Amber to stay over, but this was a major exception. He wasn't about to abandon the girl right now.

"I agree with you Blaine. She needs us right now. And I need you to call Mrs Hayes and let her know that there's been an incident; that Amber is fine but she'll be staying with us tonight. And can you do a Google search on this Jack Turner boy? I'd really, really like to know where he lives right now," Kurt said softly, his voice dripping with malice, and Blaine blinked gently at him and smiled.

"Great minds really do think alike," Blaine whispered quietly, his head leaning forward as he placed a gentle kiss on his lover's mouth. He disappeared into the guestroom to grab his laptop and the portable phone, while Kurt returned to the living room.

There was a moment of panic as he couldn't see Amber in the room at all, and he dashed around until he heard the nauseating sound of retching in the bathroom.

Racing to the bathroom door, he knocked quickly, and then opened it. He took in the sobbing girl on the floor and he knelt down beside her, rubbing her back and holding her hair back from her face.

"I-I'm s-so… s-sor-ry, K-Kurt," Amber hiccuped in between sobs, her body betraying her as it continued to work through the stress.

"Shhhh…. You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart," Kurt reassured gently, constantly rubbing gentle circles into her back, as she retched again.

"But I-I'm puking, in your toilet," Amber cried, her body wracked with the powerful force of her body trying to rid itself of the stress.

"This happens sometimes, honey," Kurt's voice was gentle and soothing, and his hands never stopped moving, caressing her gently, trying to calm her. "Your body doesn't understand the difference between being sick in the stomach and sick in the heart; sometimes it reacts the same way for both. When you're really scared like this, or have had a traumatic experience, it can happen. I think it's safe to say your day has been slightly traumatic, to say the least. You're going to stay the night here, with Blaine and me. Okay?" His soft tone made her look up at him in wonder; she had never been invited to stay the night before, let alone been told as much.

"'Kay," She added softly, resting her head against the cool of the toilet bowl. Kurt slid his hands through her hair, offering gentle support, until she began falling asleep there. Then he shook her, just a little, to wake her up enough to get her to the spare bedroom.

Blaine had obviously thought of making up the guest bed; it was ready for her to strip down to her underwear and camisole, and climb between the sheets. She was so tired and ill that the thought of being half-naked, in front of two full-grown men, didn't even faze her. She simply climbed in and promptly fell asleep.

Kurt tucked the blankets around the young girl, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, before leaving the room. He left the door open a crack, in case the girl had nightmares.

Wandering into the room he shared with Blaine, he entered to hear Blaine ending the call with Mrs Hayes.

"Yes, Mrs Hayes. We'll definitely make sure she gets to school, as soon as she's feeling a bit better. No, you don't have to come over. She's fine, just a stomach bug, I'm sure." A pause. "Well, she probably didn't call you because Kurt has always been the one she goes to when she's not feeling well," Kurt smirked softly, it was true; every time Amber had gotten sick at school it had been Kurt she called first to come pick her up. "Thanks for your time, Mrs Hayes. No, I hope you have a good night. Yes. Goodbye," Blaine ended the call, and turned to Kurt.

"Everything is all set up. I didn't think sending her to school tomorrow would have been a good idea, so I told Mrs Hayes we were going to keep her here until she recovers from the 'stomach bug' going around. She agreed, as she didn't want any of the other kids catching it. I've also called both of our work places, neither you nor I are going in tomorrow. I'm planning on you having a spa day with Amber, and me having a heart-to-heart with this Jack Turner's parents. I'll bet they have no idea their son is going around trying to rape all of the girls in Amber's class." He shook his head in sad disbelief.

"And succeeding, by the sounds of things," Kurt answered softly, making his way over to where Blaine put down the cordless phone and stood from his spot on the lounge chair. Wrapping his arms around Blaine's shoulders, he leaned in close for a hug, dropping his forehead on Blaine's collarbone. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of the man he had loved for six years now.

Blaine grasped Kurt's hips, sliding his hands up his back and rubbing lightly at the tension that had developed between his shoulder blades. As he massaged, Kurt let out a deep moan, meaning Blaine had hit a very tender spot. Rubbing his love soothingly, he allowed Kurt to lean into the touch, resting his head on top of Kurt's as he tried to soothe Kurt's tension away.

When Kurt was nothing but a puddle of melty goo beneath his fingers, he lifted the other man into his arms, and carried him bridal-style over to the bed. Placing Kurt down gently on the sheets, he noticed the other man was already more asleep than awake. He flicked the covers over Kurt, and placed a gentle, lingering kiss to his lips. Then he left the room, walking out into the living room with his laptop.

If he was going to confront the Turners about their son, he had to be armed with evidence. He spent the remainder of the night on the internet, gathering the information he needed.

The next morning found the three around the breakfast table. Kurt and Amber had refused food; they were each clutching a cup of coffee, even though Kurt was displeased with Amber's choice of beverage.

"It stunts your growth," He had cautioned. "Don't come crying to me when you turn twenty and you're still the same height as you are now." Amber's height had always been an issue for her; after growing the four inches in one year, she hadn't grown any taller. She was sure she'd be five foot nothing forever.

Blaine had cooked up eggs and a bit of bacon for himself, and had had to put up with Kurt and Amber each stealing a piece of bacon from his plate. He gave in graciously, considering he had fried up the whole package for himself; he loved bacon. He sat between them, sipping his own cup of coffee.

After breakfast (or lack thereof), Kurt piled Blaine and Amber into the car, dropping Blaine off downtown where he was to meet up with the Turners. Then he drove himself and Amber to the spa, in order to have a special heart to heart day.

Kurt paid for the full works for himself and Amber. They were to be treated to a relaxation massage, manicure and pedicure, tealeaf facial, and a mud bath to start them off.

Together, they entered the relaxing atmosphere, and got lost in the treatments.

Jack wandered into his house after school, throwing his backpack onto the couch, as he dug through the refrigerator for a snack. He was high on another score; he'd managed to get that prissy Amanda McPhee to go out with him tonight. By tomorrow, he'd have another notch on his belt. And even if she didn't put out, he'd still tell everyone she did. He'd make her into one of his sluts. He was proud of all his accomplishments so far this year.

His father walked in, and Jack was taken aback; his father was never home before eight on weekdays, that was one of the things he'd loved about moving to this stupid town.

"Son, we'd like to see you in the study. Now," His father demanded, and all Jack could think, was why me? He rolled his eyes, and wandered into the study.

His father was pacing the room, a scowl on his face; his mother was crying softly, seated beside a man with curly brown hair. Jack walked in, taking in the scene, and was treated to a cool stare by the newcomer.

"What?" He asked, the silence finally getting to him. "What did I do, so I can say I'm sorry and get back to what I was doing?" His smart mouth was going to get him in trouble one day, that's what his best friend Jeremy had told him back home in California, but he never believed it. Until now.

"How could you?" His father roared, the vein in his temple throbbing wildly as he gestured toward Jack's mother and the man sitting on the couch.

"How could I what? I've never seen this guy before in my life," Jack yelled back, his anger slowly replacing his confusion.

"Those girls," His mother sobbed brokenly, and Jack felt the floor drop out from beneath him. They knew. They knew about his little game, taking the virginity of the girls in the ninth grade, making them beg to stop and then doing what he wanted anyway. They knew about his power trip, and they disapproved.

Blaine chose that moment to stand, and faced the adult Turners with the folder in his hand.

"Everything you need to know is in here," He murmured softly, handing the folder to Mrs Turner. Walking toward Jack, he scowled fiercely, and Jack paled, his body trembling with the thought that this stranger was going to punch his lights out. And he didn't think his parents would be willing to stick up for him, not after what he'd done. He cowered back from the man who towered over him.

"If you ever so much as look at Amber Harrison again, I will have you castrated," The man spoke under his breath, just barely loud enough for Jack to hear, and Jack's body spasmed with the effort it took to stand his ground and not pee himself in fear.

Blaine turned back to the Turners, and waved his hand in farewell.

"I really am sorry about all this," He offered humbly. "But I felt it in your best interests to know the truth," And with that, he turned on his heel, and walked out of the Turner house. His job was done; it was now up to the Turners to decide what to do with Jack. He wasn't Blaine's problem any longer.

Amber squealed a little as she walked into Kurt and Blaine's house, throwing her bag on the floor beside the door., She was there for her usual after school study session with Blaine, who was better at math than Kurt was, and was actually home at that time. Kurt worked odd hours.

"You'll never guess what happened in school today, Blaine!" Amber skipped up to her second favourite man in the world, and pecked him on the cheek in greeting. Blaine surmised her day had been much happier today.

"Jack Turner wasn't there! I didn't have to see him at all! And rumour has it, he's been transferred! Apparently someone told his parents that he was hurting the girls in my grade, and they decided to put him in a reform school! Is that great, or what?"

Blaine just smiled softly, glad his favourite girl was all right.