A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry about the horrible wait! I'm in the middle of Finals right now, and need to spend most of my free time studying! Here is the next chapter, slightly longer than the last couple have been! I hope that you enjoy it, and let me know what you think!

A/N2: As I mentioned having Finals, I'm not sure how soon I'll be able to get the next chapter out. I just felt I should warn you. Sorry!

A/N3: Thank you to Emberwillow14 for betaing! 3

WARNING: There is NON-CON in this chapter!

Chapter Ten

It was Friday night, two weeks after the big move in weekend. Kurt was finally home alone, for a change. Burt and Carole were gone to pick out wedding bands (a task they assured Kurt that they didn't need any help with), then they were going to go to a movie after. Finn had received a frantic phone call from Rachel a half hour ago; she had an emergency that needed him to come over right now.

So Kurt was alone for the first time since he had revealed that Karofsky might have been stalking him. It was refreshing, for a change. No one was hovering over him, crowding him, babying him. He knew that they only did it because they cared, because they were worried. But it was suffocating at times and he was glad for the chance to finally breathe. Besides, he hadn't heard from Karofsky in nearly three weeks. The bully probably forgot about him.

He was working on some of the wedding plans down in his bedroom when he heard a strange noise. A thump. It had come from upstairs. He froze, listening carefully. Silence reigned for a couple of minutes, then . . .

The door to the basement slammed open. Kurt jumped out of his desk chair and whirled around just in time to see Karofsky barrelling down the stairs. At the sight of his tormentor, he snatched up his cell phone from off of his desk before dashing quickly towards his bathroom. He didn't even make it half way across the basement before there was a loud bang followed by a shattering sound.

Kurt slid to a stop, slowly turning his head to glance at Karofsky. The bully was holding a rather large handgun, which was currently pointing straight at his chest. He then turned his head in the opposite direction, his eyes falling on the now shattered lamp that used to reside on his night table.

"Hello Kurt." Despite Karofsky's wild and slightly crazed appearance, his voice was actually very calm and steady.

Kurt didn't dare move. "What do you what Karofsky?"

"I think that you should know what I want by now." The larger boy took a couple of steps forward, his dark eyes raking down Kurt's body, taking in the tight, plain t-shirt, and loose but clingy pyjama pants. "I want you. Get on the bed."

"No." The answer was firm, sudden, and a complete shock to both of the teens.

"No?" Karofsky took another step towards the smaller boy and shook his gun dangerously. "You seem to forget that I am the one holding a gun here! I told you to get on the bed; unless you would rather get shot."

"You might as well shoot me then," Kurt hissed venomously, "because there is no way I am going to just lay down and let you rape me!"

It happened rapidly; Karofsky jerked the gun to the side slightly and pulled the trigger. Kurt shrieked loudly as pain exploded along his right arm. He grasped at his arm tightly, trying to quench the blood that was seeping out of the wound.

He hadn't really thought that Karofsky would actually shoot him.

"Get. On. The. Bed." Karofsky's voice was low and very dangerous.

Kurt slowly made his way to his bed, trembling in fear as he gingerly sat on the very edge. His left hand was still clamped over the gushing hole in his arm, his teeth gritted against the burning pain. He distantly realized that he must have dropped his phone when he had gotten shot, because the other boy was kicking it viciously across the room. He flinched slightly as Karofsky sat down (much too close) beside him with a satisfied smirk on his face, gently stroking his hair with his free hand.

"Please, don't do this," Kurt whimpered softly as the gun was brushed lightly across his cheek. The dark chuckle that Karofsky gave in response did nothing to calm him down.

Karofsky leaned in closer, closer, until his lips were brushing against Kurt's ear. He was drinking in the smaller boy's obvious fear: the trembling form, the hitching breaths, the seemingly unconscious whimpers.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" He whispered, letting his free hand trail down his captive's toned back. "Or will I have to shoot you again? The next time won't just be in the arm."

"Finn will be home soon . . . If you're here when he gets back-"

"Then I'll just shoot him," Karofsky interrupted. "If you don't want your precious Finn to get shot, then I suggest that you just do as I say. Everything will go so much quicker then. Or, if you don't want to cooperate, I'll just shoot you then go have some fun with your pretty little boyfriend. I think I've already proved I can take him down. It's your choice, Kurt."

Kurt really didn't want either Finn or Blaine to get hurt. But he couldn't just . . . He couldn't let Karofsky take what he wants from him, could he? If it meant that no one else would get hurt, was it really his place to stop this from happening? But he didn't want this at all. He didn't want to have anymore of his firsts stolen by Karofsky. If he did let the bully have this, he wouldn't be able to just pretend that it hadn't counted, like with the first kiss. If he allowed this to happen, then . . .

Then he will have essentially cheated on Blaine.

"Time's up, sweetheart." Karofsky's voice suddenly pierced through Kurt's thoughts. Before he knew what was going on, the larger boy was pushing him down on his back.

"Stop!" Kurt struggled uselessly as Karofsky roughly shoved him further up onto the bed. "I don't want this! Please stop!"

"I don't really want to," Karofsky snarled, straddling the struggling boy. "You see, Kurt, I was perfectly normal before you danced into my life! Then it was all about you; I couldn't stop thinking about you! I just needed to be near you; I just needed to touch you. You turned me into this! You turned me into a fucking fag, with your tight jeans showing off that perfect ass, and your greater than you attitude. You made me want you so fucking much. And now, I am going to have you. If you're a good boy, and stop fucking struggling, I might even reconsider killing you afterwards."

Kurt froze, arms still up and pressing against the larger boy's chest, at those words. "You're going to kill me? Why?"

"I told your pretty little boyfriend, on the day that I beat him up, that if he ever went near you again I would kill you. I know he's been near you; I saw you together a couple of weeks ago." Karofsky smirked. "I can't just go back on a promise now can I? But, like I said before, it you're a good boy, I'll consider letting you live."

Kurt stared up at his tormentor, eyes wide and frightened. His arm was still burning, bleeding on his (very expensive) comforter. It seemed that there was no possible way for him to survive this encounter. There was no way he could go along with whatever Karofsky wanted. Was that selfish of him? Unwilling to get raped, even if the price was his life?

He heard a distant ringing in his head. He had never been more terrified before in his life. Not even when Karofsky had him locked in the janitors closet, forcing himself into his mouth.

Karofsky grabbed Kurt's wrists with his free hand and pinned them above his head. "You look so beautiful like this; with your eyes so wide and scared," he whispered almost lovingly, gazing down at the boy trapped beneath him. "But you know what would look even beautifuler? If you were crying. You never look better than when you have tears in those gorgeous eyes of yours. Are you going to cry for me, Baby?"

Kurt shook his head frantically, trying to pull his wrists free from that bruising grip.

"You're not being very cooperative, Kurt," Karofsky growled dangerously. He placed the gun down beside Kurt's head. Once his hand was free, he swung his fist and hit the younger teen across the face.

Kurt couldn't hold back the small yelp of pain that escaped. A coppery taste infiltrated his mouth from biting his cheek. But he still refused to cry. If crying was what the bully wanted, then he was going to do his best to keep his eyes dry.

"You'll be crying soon enough," Karofsky determined softly, a manic grin spreading across his face.

He grasped the edge of Kurt's t-shirt, ripping it up his chest and off of him. Kurt let out a gasp of surprise, but flailed his arms wildly once they were free. It was no use though; Karofsky easily overpowered him once again.

"I love how much fight you have in you," Karofsky murmured, running his free hand down Kurt's chest. "It will be just that much more exciting to break you. You really do have such perfectly soft skin."

Kurt gasped and squirmed a bit as the larger boy bent his head down to take one of his pink nipples into his mouth. Kurt arched his back as Karofsky sucked and licked and bit at it. The sensations were just so . . . arousing. He was ashamed to feel himself starting to react to it. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to will himself to stop reacting, but then Karofsky did this thing with his tongue and . . .

Kurt moaned. He tried to keep it in, but just burst out of his mouth.

Karofsky chuckled darkly and raised his head. "I knew you wanted this. You're just a little slut, aren't you? Getting off on anyone's touch."

Kurt shook his head desperately. "No! I don't- I don't want this! Stop!"

"You say you don't want this, but this-" Karofsky reached down to roughly grope between Kurt's legs, "-says otherwise. Tell me, have you let your pretty boyfriend's hands stray down here? Have you had him in your mouth yet?"

Kurt whimpered as the rough grope turned into a gentle caress. He could feel his erection growing and he knew that Karofsky could feel it too.

"Please stop." It was barely a whisper. Karofsky just laughed.

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief when the hand was removed, but that didn't last long. With one hand, Karofsky pulled Kurt's pyjama pants and underwear down to expose his hardened dick. As an evil smirk lit up the bully's face, Karofsky wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly, tortuously, started to rub up and down.

Kurt tried to hold back all of the gasps and moans that were starting to build up in the back of his throat. Tears leaked through his closed eyelids; tears of embarrassment and guilt and fear. The pain from the gunshot wound was all but forgotten as the humiliation of this newest sexual assault sank in.

He was dirty; Blaine wouldn't want him anymore.

A noise between a moan and a sob escaped from between Kurt's lips. Karofsky laughed again and just started to pump faster. He could feel the orgasm building inside; he knew he was close. Karofsky gave a sudden light squeeze and twisted his wrist and . . .

Kurt cried as he came, the semen spilling over the other teen's hand and onto his chest. What made it even worse was the satisfied grin on Karofsky's face as the bully leaned down to lick down Kurt's chest.

"I told you that you would be crying soon enough," Karofsky said before crashing their lips together.

Kurt whimpered into the kiss, his own taste invading his mouth. He felt so dirty, so used. He felt like he had just cheated on his perfect, wonderful, caring boyfriend. Kurt let his eyes fall shut again in shame.

He felt disgusting.

Karofsky pulled away from Kurt's mouth and started to trail rough, biting kisses down the countertenor's pale, beautiful throat.

"WHAT THE HELL?"