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Summary: Post Blame It on the Alcohol, Something has happened to Kurt, and now it's up to Blaine to figure out what has happened and salvage their friendship. Or will it turn into something more?

Warnings: spoilers, cursing, angst, abuse, rape, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

"Yup, I'm gay. One hundred percent gay. Thanks so much for clearing that up, Rachel."

Kurt kept replaying over and over in his head what had just happened. Blaine was gay, he was right all along. But why did the pit in his stomach remain?

"I would say "bye", but I wouldn't want to make you angry."

The fight, how could Kurt forget? Of course, the damage was done. They had fought over something so silly. Blaine had asked Kurt to be supportive, because Blaine was doubting himself and his sexuality. Yet, Kurt had thrown Blaine and his idea of bisexuality to the wolves. Now Kurt hoped he could at least salvage their friendship. Blaine had helped Kurt through so much, and Kurt had come to really value his friendship. Over the months Kurt felt his feelings grow into something more, and singing those flirty duets only seemed to fuel the flames. Even though Blaine knew he was gay, it was becoming more and move obvious, Blaine did not feel the same way about Kurt, no matter what he did. Or maybe he didn't make his feelings obvious enough? He thought that their conversation prior over Valentine's Day had made his feelings known.

"Let me be clear on something, I really, really care about you. I don't want to screw this up."

Kurt tried to fight back tears. It had happened again. Once again he had fallen for someone who did not reciprocate the feelings. Or maybe Finn was right, maybe he was just a creeper when it came to love. He couldn't never have anyone reciprocate the feelings because he just made them feel uncomfortable. Maybe he was more like Karofsky than he had originally thought? He barely registered Rachel kissing him, mumbling on about being inspired. He faked a smile as she turned and left, leaving him in line. All he wanted to do was run, leave and never look back.

"Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back."

Why did Teenage Dream have to come to mind right at this moment? An even better question, why hadn't he left yet? Maybe, there was just a small portion of him that hoped that when Blaine came back,everything would work out. Now that Blaine was gay they could rekindle back to the When Harry Met Sally moments.

"Hey" Blaine's voice came from behind. "Where did Rachel go?"

"She said she had to leave, something about being inspired by songwriting." Kurt said curtly.

"I see, I am glad she took it well at least," Blaine said. "Hey are you okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt answered cursing himself, " Just something in my eye." Blaine gave him an incredulous look like he did not believe him. "Look Blaine, I just wanted to apologize for the other day, I was way out of line."

"Kurt.." Blaine started to say but Kurt cut him off. "You are right, I should be more supportive. It was not my place to judge. And I really do value your friendship. You have been nothing short of being a great friend and mentor these past few months. At any rate I should probably get going, got a big test in Dr. Curtis's class on Monday. I will see you later."

"Yeah.. See you." Blaine said. Kurt didn't take anytime in leaving, right now he felt numb. He just wanted to get out of there and away from Blaine. Mentally cursing again himself for tearing up.

When he got outside, Kurt breathed in slowly, sucking in cold air, almost wishing that Blaine would chase after him. But he knew it was all in his head. There really was no When Harry Met Sally for Blaine and him and there never will be.

True to his word Kurt started heading back to Dalton, if anything he really DID need to study, and keep his mind off things that were going on. He hoped at least there was a spare room that he could study, hopefully the Warbler's room was empty. Walking through the halls of Dalton almost felt bittersweet.

"Come on, I know a shortcut." Holding hands, he felt Blaine pull him through the halls of Dalton towards the senior commons.

Kurt shook off the memory quickly and walked into the Warbler's room. He was relieved to find it empty. Although they did not have practice, sometimes a stray Warbler could be found in the room practicing harmony with the other members. Most of the students at Dalton had either returned to the dorms or had gone home. Kurt liked to study here because he felt as if he could concentrate more. Kurt quickly unpacked his books and sprawled them across the table. He picked out his notebook and pens and highlighter. He sighed at the massive amount of homework and studying he had to get done. Dalton in comparison to his old school, loved to challenge their students, but with that challenge came a lot of work. Opening up his chemistry book and notebook, he quickly got to work. He put his earphones in and quickly put his Ipod on shuffle. Bad idea, the first thing that came on was Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. He put it on shuffle again and was pleased when it came to Mozart, now that was something he could handle.

He didn't even hear the door open or look up for his book until he felt a strong arm on his shoulder, gripping tightly. He looked up and felt the color drain from his face. The one person he wished he would never have to see was in the room holding a gun.

David Karofsky.

Kurt felt his chest tighten, he took his earphones out, trying to remain calm, but he could feel himself shaking.

"What do you want Karofsky?" Kurt asked. He was amazed he could find his voice at all. How did he find him in the first place?

"So this is where you have been hiding huh?" Karofsky jeered. He moved his head closer so it was just inches from Kurt's and poked the gun into Kurt's ribs, " I want you to barricade the door. " Kurt didn't move. Part of him wondered if he could take the bully on, part of him didn't even want to try.

"Move." Karofsky yelled. Kurt jumped and did as he was told, he shut the door gently and moved some chairs around so that they were blocking the door. "Lock it too." Kurt hesitated, afraid of what locking the door would entail. "Do it," Karofsky commanded. Kurt then locked the door.

"Now take off your blazer and that shirt," Karofsky ordered still holding the gun. Kurt complied, fumbling nervously with his tie, followed by the buttons of his blazer and shirt. He felt himself growing more apprehensive of Karofsky's intentions.

"Now come here, we need to have a little chat." Karofsky ordered licking his lips. Kurt did what he was told, he was afraid to do otherwise. He did not like that look in Karofsky's eyes, of longing and lust. He shuddered as Karofsky cupped his face with one hand, still holding the gun in the other. "Now why did you leave me all alone, Kurt? I heard from your brother that you had moved to Dalton, it kinda figured you would move to a school that screams homo explosion."

"Finn, Finn would never do that." Kurt felt himself shake even more now. " He swore, he would protect me."

"Well, some brother he is. He told me where to find you. Wanted me to apologize. But I am not here to apologize, I am here to make sure that you get the message that even though you are at a different school, you are still mine."

Kurt decided in that moment to make a dash for it, he lifted his knee in attempt to knee Karofsky, but Karofsky was faster. He grabbed Kurt's knee right as he was going in for the kill and pulled it upward, throwing Kurt onto the ground. Kurt let out a cry of pain as his back connected with the floor. Karofsky threw his gun aside and was now sitting top of Kurt, knees on either side of Kurt's torso with duct tape in hand. Karofsky's weight ontop of him made Kurt feel sick. He struggled still as Karofsky grabbed his wrists and trying to duct tape them. The bully duct taped Kurt's hands over his head.

"Now you will be quiet, or I will have to hurt you and I would hate to do that to you Kurt. Well, not really. As much as I would love to hear your screams, I would hate for us to be interrupted." Kurt shut his mouth as Karofsky put a piece of duct tape over Kurt's mouth. He also pulled out a pocket knife and pressed it gently against Kurt's arm leaving little cuts.

"I will mark your pretty face until you bleed like a stuck pig if you struggle," he threatened now checking the bindings. Kurt struggled a little underneath the shift of weight. "Now, Now," Karofsky taunted, " we all know you want this." He cut again into Kurt's arm, and Kurt automatically stopped struggling.

Karofsky took the opportunity and began attacking Kurt's neck with kisses, followed by sucking and biting. He moaned slightly through the tape as Karofsky bite down and sucked on his shoulder. "Oh do that again,please," Karofsky grunted ecstatically, grinding into Kurt's stomach. At that moment Kurt hated himself for moaning, for his body reacting the way it did. Karofsky moved downward, making a trail of bite-marks as he continued down Kurt's chest and stomach till he reached his pants. He began to fumble with the buttons.

Kurt shut his eyes as he felt his pants and boxer briefs come off. He felt the tears forming, now knowing the full extent of what was to come. He tried to move his legs together but Karofsky pushed them apart.

"Gosh Homo, you are beautiful," he cooed. He began to fondle Kurt. but Kurt just kept his eyes shut.

"You know Hummel, the fact that you are getting hard, tells me that you are enjoying this. I always knew you were a little slut."

"I hate you Hummel. I hate that you make me want you, the way that you strut around in those tight jeans." He heard a zipper and opened his eyes to see Karofsky standing over him without any pants or undergarments on, his member out and fully erect. Kurt once again moved his legs together but the move was futile. Karofsky moved to a kneeling position and pulled his legs apart again. Kurt felt something thick rubbing against his entrance.

Moments later, Kurt screamed in pain through the tape, he felt as if his lower half was being torn in two. He could feel the blood dripping down his thighs as Karofsky began to thrust into him. Karofsky grunted in pleasure and began to moan, and started moving faster.

"God you are so tight. Who knew that a whore like you could be so tight?" Karofsky jeered again between moans.

It went on for an eternity until finally Karofsky climaxed. He laid on Kurt for a few moments. "God that was a good fuck, Hummel. You are a damn good fuck toy."

Kurt just laid there and tried to curl on his side but with no avail. His lower half was in too much pain to cooperate.

Karofsky grabbed the knife. "Now to make sure everyone knows you are mine." He took the knife and began to carve into Kurt's stomach. Kurt screamed through the tape again with no avail.

"Now there is no question, you are my property. And you will clean this mess up. And if you tell anyone or if anyone finds out, I know where to find you and I will kill you. Or maybe I will just find your little prep boyfriend and cut him till he bleeds to death. I could make a portrait with his blood, how does that sound?" Kurt did not answer.

"You got that?" Karofsky threatened, applying pressure again to the knife against Kurt's stomach. Kurt nodded, letting more tears fall freely. "Good. We will do this again sometime soon." Karofsky cut the tape and then left, leaving a broken Kurt behind to clean the mess.

Author's Notes: Spoilers for Orginal Song: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED IT.

HOLY KISSING KLAINE BATMAN! :D THAT IS ALL!

I don't know when I will be able to update but I will try as soon as I can. Please review and critique. Thanks so much!

P.S. I will explain later how Karofsky knew where to find Kurt at Dalton.