A/N: Here is Chapter Twelve! And you all didn't have to wait too long to get it! Please let me know what you think?

A/N2: Betaed by the lovely Emberwillow14! Thank you!

WARNING: There is NON-CON in this chapter!

Chapter Twelve

Kurt lay on his back on his bed staring up at his grey ceiling. He was trying to ignore the rough hands that were roughly roaming, violating, every inch of his body. He was trying to ignore the dry lips and sharp teeth that were biting and sucking marks on his pale throat. He was trying to ignore those same lips that were moving to whisper filth into his ear.

"Such a good little slut you are. Does your pretty little boyfriend get to see you like this? Of course he does, what am I saying? I've seen you two together; I've seen the way you press against him. Probably begging him to fuck you, right? Begging him to pound into that hot ass of yours. But I bet he doesn't; he's much too proper for that. He probably goes nice and slow for you. Well don't you worry. I'll fuck you hard like the slut you are."

Kurt blinked back the tears that were forming in his eyes. They were just words, he had to keep telling himself. Just words. He just really hoped that Finn knew that the attic door didn't really lock, because the giant teen really couldn't be as stupid to accidentally lock himself in a room that doesn't actually lock. Right?

"I bet you're nice and tight, despite being such a slut."

Just words. And touches. Kurt couldn't hold back the small gasp that escaped from his trembling lips as one of those large, rough fingers pressed against his entrance. He had never even touched himself there yet, let alone allowed someone else to. Just another first being ripped away from him.

"I notice you spend a lot of time at that all boys' school your boyfriend goes to. How many cocks have you had shoved up here? Such a pretty little slut you are; I bet all those boys want a piece of you. Do you let them? Does your boyfriend organize gangbangs every time you go out there? Does he watch as you get fucked by his friends?"

Kurt let out a pained whimper and clenched his eyes shut as that finger tried to force its way inside of him. He wasn't an idiot; he had done research and he knew that it was much easier and safer to use lots of lube when having anal sex. He knew it would be very painful dry, not only for him but also for . . . the other person.

"Damn, you are tight!"

Kurt sobbed. He tried to ignore what was happening to his body, he tried to distance his mind from it, but he couldn't. It was too painful as that finger just kept pushing inside with nothing to smooth it. This was really happening to him; there was no way he could escape it. Not while that gun was pointed at him.

But there were two hands on his body; one gripping his side with bruising force and the other . . . But that meant that the gun wasn't pointing at him, ready to fire! He discretely tried to turn his head to look around himself, but it was no use. He couldn't see the gun and it was probably somewhere he wouldn't be able to reach.

"Fuck this." The finger slipped out of him and the heavy weight that was pinning him down lightened a bit. "A slut like you doesn't need any prep."

Kurt's eyes widened as he heard the sound of a zipper being undone. No prep and no lube? That would be too painful for both of them; there would be tearing and blood and painpainpain . . .

"No nonono please no stop nonono . . ." Kurt didn't even realize that he had spoken his desperate pleas out loud until there was a dark chuckle in his ear and a hand gently running through his hair.

"Aw, don't worry Baby."

Kurt struggled weakly as those hands trailed down his body, stopping only to pull his thighs apart. His tormentor just laughed at his attempts; he was already weakened from blood loss and fear. There was no escape. There was no way out of this.

A large body settled between his legs, pressing against him.

"I love watching you try to struggle. It just proves that you really are mine."

Kurt could feel something large pressing against his entrance. He squeezed his eyes shut once again. This was it, the moment he had been fearing . . .

His eyes flew open as the bigger body suddenly jerked away from him. For the first time since he had been thrown onto his bed, Kurt focused his attention on Karofsky. The bully was fumbling to do up his pants and swearing under his breath.

"Shit shit shit . . ."

That's when Kurt heard it. Sirens. And they were getting closer with each passing second. He pushed himself up slowly, nearly collapsing again as burning pain radiated from the bullet wound in his arm. Karofsky seemed to be panicking, unable to get his belt done up properly. Kurt looked around hazily, his eyes finally falling on the gun lying on the far side of his bed.

Karofsky must have seen the weapon at the same time, because he suddenly lunged forward, reaching out for it. Kurt threw himself on top of the gun, grunting in pain as the bigger body collided with his own. He grasped the weapon tightly as thick arms wrapped tightly around him.

"Stupid bitch!" Karofsky snarled in his ear, pulling his back against his chest. "Give me the fucking gun!"

Kurt shook his head frantically, unable to force any words past his throat. The other boy's strong hands were grasping, pulling, bruising his own arms, trying to force him to drop the gun. He could hear the sirens getting closer and closer. He just had to keep the gun away until the police got there.

Suddenly one of the hands was grabbing his wounded arm, fingers digging into the bullet hole. Kurt screamed at the excruciating pain and felt the gun slip from between his fingers. The pressure stopped and he gasped for breath, his left hand covering the wound.

Kurt looked up at Karofsky fearfully. The gun was pointing straight at him, straight at his forehead. Karofsky grinned manically and leaned forward until the barrel was pressing roughly against the smaller boy's head and he could whisper in his ear.

"I'll be back to finish what I started."

Kurt didn't even see the blow coming. As he sank into darkness, he had one last fearful thought.

What about Finn?

The nice woman on the other line of the phone had warned him to stay somewhere safe, to wait until the police showed up and not do anything stupid. But when Finn heard Kurt scream, an obvious scream of pain, he couldn't just sit there and let that monster hurt his soon-to-be brother. He realized that the police would be there soon; the sirens were only about a block away. But Kurt was in trouble. Kurt was hurt. And Finn knew deep down inside it was kind of his fault for leaving him alone. So he did what he figured the most logical thing was.

Finn ran downstairs in time to see Karofsky rushing up from the basement.

Karofsky took one look look at the taller teen before growling. "You fucking liar!"

Finn didn't stop moving, not even when he noticed the bully raising his gun. He just tackled him as hard as he could.

Karofsky wasn't prepared for the hit, going down almost instantly. The gun was jarred from his grip and clattered across the floor. Finn tried to pin the struggling boy down, but Karofsky managed to flip them over just as the police burst in.

Everything happened in a blur after that: the police pulling them apart, questioning them, putting handcuffs on Karofsky. They led him out as another went downstairs to check on Kurt; paramedics (when did an ambulance arrive?) were loading him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. Finn had called their parents in a daze, telling them to meet them at the hospital.

Before he left to follow the ambulance, Finn grabbed Kurt's phone from off of the floor in the basement. There was someone else he was pretty sure Kurt would want to see.

Blaine woke up to the sound of his phone blaring Teenage Dream. Kurt's ringtone. He groped blindly in the dark for his phone, finally grasping it and pulling it to his ear.

"Kurt?" He yawned into the phone. "Is everything all right?"

"Uh, is this Blaine?" The voice was familiar, but not Kurt's.

Blaine sat up and fumbled for his lamp. As light flooded the room, and woke up his roommate Wes, he replied, "Yes. Who is this, and why are you on Kurt's phone?"

"It's Finn." Finn. Kurt's almost step-brother. "And, uh, I . . ."

Blaine sat up straighter, a deep sense of dread flooding through his body. "What's wrong? Is Kurt okay?"

Out of the cover of his eye, he saw Wes slowly sit up to watch him with worried eyes.

"They're, uh, they're taking him to the hospital. Lima Memorial."

"The hospital?" Blaine could have sworn his heart stopped for a second. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"Karofsky."

Blaine's heart definitely stopped that time. "Lima Memorial, you said? I'll be there as soon as possible."

He hung up without waiting for a reply and jumped out of bed. He started dressing as quickly as he could, looking for his keys and wallet at the same time.

"What happened?" Wes asked softly, worriedly watching his friend rush around their room.

"Something happened with that bully that was stalking Kurt. He's in the hospital."

Wes watched for a second longer before climbing out of bed and pulling on some clothes. Blaine stopped to stare in surprise.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you really think I'm going to let you drive all the way to Lima in that condition by yourself?" Wes said reasonably. "You'll probably end up in an accident. I'll drive you. Hand over your keys."

Blaine stood still for a second before throwing his keys at Wes. Together the two boys left to head off to the hospital.