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Summary: Something has happened to Kurt, and now it is up to Blaine to figure it out before its too late. Can he salvage their friendship? Or will it turn into something more?

Warnings: Language, angst, harassment, rape, etc.

Words: 2,591ish.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

When Kurt awoke, he found himself with his feet elevated and a group of Warblers all looking at him with concerned looks. Kurt's cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the thought of making a spectacle during practice. He hated the feeling of everyone staring at him and having all of the attention on him.

"Kurt, are you alright?" Blaine asked worriedly.

"Seriously Blaine, now is the time that you start to worry about me, It's a little too late for that," Kurt thought bitterly.

"Yeah, I am fine. Sorry I just had a fever yesterday and I guess it did not go away," he heard himself say. He really hated how small he sounded in that moment.

"Sit up slowly so you don't faint again. And no you are not fine, you should see the nurse at least," Jeff insisted.

"I really am fine Jeff, you don't have to baby me," Kurt protested. But Kurt's protests seemed to go unnoticed, as Jeff was still helping him up.

"You don't fool me Hummel, you are going to the nurse," Jeff stated with finality.

"I'll go with him," Blaine offered.

"No, Blaine you stay here, we need to work on your solo. Jeff can take him. Is that alright Jeff?" Wes asked. Jeff nodded, giving Blaine an apologetic look. Kurt leaned onto Jeff and felt his ears heat up in embarrassment.

Jeff put his arm around Kurt's waist as he helped him down the hall. Kurt peered forward and saw a matron walking briskly forward with Nick. Kurt didn't even remember seeing Nick there at the meeting to begin with.

"That's the one who fainted." Nick pointed out.

"Here sit him down," the Nurse commanded. Nick and Jeff helped lower Kurt to the floor.

"You may go now," the nurse shooed them away while opening her bag. "You can come back in a few minutes; just let me have a few moments with Mr. Hummel here." Nick and Jeff left, glancing back a few times as they walked down the hall.

"Now Mr. Hummel, I need you to open up your shirt so I can check your breathing," the Nurse barked. Kurt hesitated; he knew that if he opened up his shirt, the bruises from his fall would be exposed. "Come on, I don't have all day boy."

As Kurt began to unbutton his shirt and the nurse gasped. "My dear boy, what happened to you?"

"I fell on the sidewalk yesterday heading home from school. It's no big deal." Kurt shrugged.

"Mr. Hummel, a fall does not look like hickeys and bite-marks." Kurt looked away from her. He felt his chest tighten and his airways constrict. It didn't happen, it didn't happen.

Seeing that he was having trouble breathing, the nurse grabbed one of his hands. "Come on; breathe with me now, in and out. Look me in the eyes. We are going to count okay? Count backwards with me from 10. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4...3...2...1. Good, good." The nurse took her other hand and started rubbing soothing circles on his back as Kurt continued the breathing exercise. "Look, Mr. Hummel, it is not my place to tell your business. But you need to tell someone."

Kurt nodded, his cheeks blushing. Kurt would give anything to disappear. The nurse finished her checkup, checking his breathing and taking his temperature. She then handed him so crackers and a bottle of water. "Now I need you to eat these and go home and rest. If I see you at school tomorrow, I will call your father," she commanded. "And Mr. Hummel," her eyes soften, " I do hope things get better. Please take my advice."

Kurt nodded, a lump formed in his throat. He could not tell anyone, it was not possible. He could not imagine his father finding out. Oh god, his father, he might have another heart attack if he knew. His son was now reduced to nothing but a dirty slut. He saw her get up and leave. As he started to button up his shirt, Jeff and Nick walked back over. He quickly wrapped the scarf around his neck to hide the rest of his marks. Jeff and Nick looked down at Kurt worriedly.

"What did she say?" asked Nick gruffly.

"She gave me so crackers and said that I can't come to school tomorrow or else she would call my dad. So I guess I just get to go home and rest." Kurt shrugged. He started to get up and grunted in frustration as Jeff and Nick grabbed both his arms and pulled him up slowly. Jeff continued to hold onto to Kurt while Nick grabbed Kurt's Blazer and the crackers.

"Really guys I am fine. I will just go home and sleep," Kurt protested.

"At least let us help you to the car. Are you sure you are okay to drive?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, I am. No worries," Kurt replied. He didn't protest as Nick and Jeff helped him into the car.

"Text one of us to let us know you got back okay?" Jeff stated as Kurt started the car, Kurt nodded and closed the door.

The drive home seemed shorter than it usually did, maybe it was because Kurt was dreading coming home early and the questions that might be asked by his parents.

Luckily when Kurt pulled into the driveway, Finn's car was the only one there. Kurt knew that at least Finn would not ask too many questions.

When Kurt entered the house, he was happy to see Finn engulfed in his game of Left for Dead. He didn't seem to hear Kurt enter. Kurt closed the door quietly and tip toed upstairs. Kurt had to admit getting used to the new house had been hard at first since he had been in his old house since birth, but lately he had gotten used to it. His father had also made sure to move his mom's old dressers into his room to help with the process of adjusting. Though Kurt didn't dare put anything in it yet for fear of smothering the smell of his mother's perfume.

Kurt dropped his shoulder-bag and plopped on the bed. He heard a ping of his phone and looked to see a message from Blaine. "Hey, hope you are okay. Jeff sends his best. I will see you the day after next.:) Please let me know if you need anything." He grabbed his phone and decided to text back, "Will do, thanks." He didn't really feel like talking like Blaine. Kurt placed the phone beside him, now feeling sleepy. He didn't even grab the covers before he felt his eyes closed and sleep took hold.

He didn't wake again until he felt someone shaking him gently.

"Kurt darling, it's dinner time," came a gentle voice. Kurt opened his eyes slowly to see Carole looking at him from the edge of the bed. Kurt shivered at the touch of her cool hands. Seeing him shiver Carole put a hand on his head, "It looks like your fever is back.. Why don't you go back to sleep and I will get you some soup." Kurt nodded and nestled under the covers, not remembering when he had gotten under them in the first place. He let sleep take hold again.

Karofsky was back and on-top of Kurt, spreading his legs open.

"That's right keep those legs open for me you dirty little whore."

Then pain, unimaginable pain as Karofsky rutted like an animal inside him.

Kurt screamed, it hurt so much.

Karofsky's hands moved up and down his body, fondling him, stroking him.

Now they were shaking him.

"You fucking told."

"No. I didn't."

The hands continued to shake him. "You better say goodbye to prep boy, I guarantee it will be your last time seeing him."

Kurt awoke to someone holding him, Kurt recognized those slender arms as Carole's. He let the tears fall as Carole rocked him. "It's okay, It's okay," she whispered. Kurt didn't waste a moment in falling back asleep, feeling temporarily safe in her arms.

The next day, Kurt stayed home from school under the nurse's and Carole's insistence. Most of the day was spent napping, for Kurt still had a low grade fever of 101 degrees. Carole stayed home with him to make sure he was alright. She didn't bring up the nightmare, but she did keep sending sideways, concerned glances his way.

His fever did not break until that night. He came down the steps to dinner that night and sat down at the table next to his father.

"Kurt, hey buddy you feeling better?" Burt put down his paper and put his hand on Kurt's forehead. "Feels like your fever may have finally broke." Kurt nodded and began to dive into the soup that Carole had put on the table.

"Eat as much as you want Kurt. I swear you are much too skinny," Carole called from the kitchen. Burt chuckled at the comment. "He eats just like his mother, Carole." Burt turned more to face Kurt, growing a more serious and worried expression on his face.

"Kurt, how long have you been having nightmares?" Burt asked. Kurt stopped scooping soup onto his plate. "Not often."

Burt looked at Kurt as if he did not believe him."Both Carole and Finn told me that they have woken you up from horrible nightmares."

"They were fever induced, I promise dad, I am fine." Although Burt did to not believe him, he dropped the subject, knowing that tone in his son's voice meant he would not talk further about the subject.

The next few days of school dragged on for Kurt. During school, Blaine kept trying to corner him to talk, and Kurt would find ways to avoid him. Kurt had also tried to avoid his father more, for his father seemed to try to get Kurt to talk every night about what was bothering him. Kurt did not know if it was because he was acting differently or the nightmares that concerned his father. Although he did appreciate his father's concern, he did not want to worry him.

Kurt did not know what he was going to do about Warbler's practice. He did not want to go back in that room. After everything that had happened.

He would never be safe again.

During the next rehearsal, Kurt raised his hand. Everyone turned around to face Kurt and his raised hand. Kurt's cheeks flushed at the attention.

"Yes, Kurt you have the floor now," Wes boomed.

"I have an announcement, due to my increasing school work, I will be unable to continue to be part of the Warbler's," Kurt voice cracked. He hated the whispers that emerged and how broken his voice sounded.

"Kurt, we know that you had issues fitting in. I know I not only speak for myself when I say that you have definitely become part of the Warbler family. As much as we would like you to stay, we respect your decision." Thad spoke gently.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered, his eyes watering. He got up started to leave.

"Kurt," he heard Blaine call, but Kurt once again did not acknowledge him and left without looking back.

When Kurt got outside he breathed, feeling relief in being able to get away. He embraced the breeze and the warm sunshine, that is until he felt arms grab him, and felt a cloth around his mouth. He struggled against the strong arms as they gripped tightly around his torso and face. Kurt found himself drowning in the darkness.

Kurt felt light and comfortable, almost untouchable, not wanting to wake up. When he did awaken however, he regretted it. Although his lids felt heavy, he tried to take in his surroundings. The set up of the room was that of a dingy hotel. He also could not help but notice that he was naked and Karofsky was leering at him hungrily, naked as well."You are finally awake! Good now this party can begin." Kurt tried to move his arms his arms, but his arms were tied together and then tied to a bedpost.

Karofsky climbed on top of Kurt and began to touch Kurt's groin lightly. Kurt struggled and kicked.

"Shhh!" Karofsky soothed, Kurt stifled a sob, he opened his mouth to scream but Karofsky placed a hand over his mouth before he could get a sound out. "Don't make a sound, if you cry out, I swear, I will find that preppy boyfriend of yours and paint the school with his blood. Or maybe I will go find Daddy and leave his nice corpse in your bedroom for when you get home from school? How does that sound?"

Kurt closed his mouth, letting tears more fall and Karofsky took his had away. Seconds later he felt lips smash against his. Feeling he had no choice but to comply, he opened his mouth and let Karofsky enter, he tasted faintly of Cheetos and milk. Kurt gagged slightly at the taste. The mouth then moved downwards to his jaw and neck, sucking and letting the teeth graze against his skin. He shuddered as Karfosky pinched his nipples and seconds later the warm mouth engulfed the pink bud, sucking and biting.

Kurt bit his lip. He hated the feeling, that somehow in the dirtiness of what Karofsky was doing to him, his body felt some sort of pleasure. He felt those calloused hands travel southward to his bellybutton and then down to his groin.

"Fuck Hummel, you really are a whore," Karofsky said with glee as he stared down at Kurt's half hard penis. "And to think, you are my whore. My perfect little whore." Karofsky moved down to Kurt's member and breathed on it lightly. Kurt felt it twitch in pleasure to the air. Karofsky began to pump Kurt's member again, using gentle strokes, as Kurt continued to bite his lip. He refused to let his bully know that he was getting some pleasure from this. Seconds later Karofsky engulfed Kurt's now erect penis into his mouth. He moved his mouth forward to the tip, gently rubbing his tongue against the tip.

Kurt could not hold it back anymore, he left out a huge moan. He hated it. He hated that the one who had tormented and had taken those things that he had deemed special from him was now causing his body to react. Just pretend that its Blaine. Keep thinking its Blaine, not Karofsky. He kept his eyes shut and kept the images of Blaine in his head, hoping that when opened them again, he would see Blaine there instead.

Blaine continued, running his tongue down the underside towards the sack. Using a free hand, he began to massage the sac as his mouth sucked and licked Kurt's member. Kurt moaned again at the feeling. After what seemed like an eternity he made his way back up the head of Kurt's penis. The hand he was using to massage was now fingering Kurt. He licked and sucked a bit more until finally Kurt shuddered to a climax.

"Blaine."

"Get on your knees," the voice commanded huskily. Kurt complied, ignoring the sticky feeling between his legs as he was shifted onto his belly and then to his knees, shifting his weight forward to his hands that were tied together. Luckily there had been enough room with the rope that he could switch positions.

After a few moments, Kurt heard some rustling and felt something thick roughly enter him again. He screeched slightly in pain as he felt some tearing. He opened his eyes and looked back, hoping to see Blaine there, looking at him with a guilty look for hurting him but instead there was Karofsky, his eyes bearing a reddish glint of lust as he began to thrust into Kurt.

"Fuck, so tight. So fucking tight," Karofsky grunted, refusing to be anything but rough. He began to thrust faster when he caught blood dripping down Kurt's thighs. He grabbed Kurt's hips and lifted them up higher, allowing himself to penetrate deeper. Finally he keeled over, climaxing inside of Kurt. Karofsky continued to lay on-top of Kurt after his climax, kissing his back.

"I knew you would come through for me you sexy little slut," Karofsky groaned, not pulling out, "I think we should go again, this time we will try a different position."

Kurt shut his eyes as he was flipped over on his stomach, hoping that somehow, he could become invisible.