A/N: I'm sorry about the long wait! I had a horrible bout of writers block, which I blame grey for entirely. I'll try not to let such a long time go without updating again, but I can make any promises. Let me know what you think of this chapter!

A/N2: Thanks to the lovely Emberwillow14 for betaing! This chapter is dedicated to you for your birthday! Only a week late! hehe

Chapter Thirteen

Wes refused to speed; he told Blaine that it would be faster to go the speed limit and reach the hospital safely and soundly rather than to end up a wreck on the side of the road or in the back of a police car. And Blaine knew that his friend had a point, he just needed to get to Lima Memorial to see Kurt.

His Kurt was in the hospital. Blaine was frantic. He didn't know exactly what had happened, why his boyfriend had to be taken there, but he knew it had to be bad. He hadn't waited for Finn to elaborate more than one word: Karofsky. He was scared to even think about what that one word meant.

When the pair finally reached the hospital in Lima, Blaine jumped out of his car without waiting for it to come to a complete halt. He just rushed into the waiting room and up to the front desk.

"I'm looking for Kurt Hummel," he said to the nurse, trying to catch his breath. "Can you tell me what room he is in? Please?"

"Blaine!"

Blaine whirled around when he heard someone call his name. Standing in the entrance to one of the halls was Finn. He breathed a sigh of relief and rushed over to the tall boy.

"What happened Finn?" he asked when he got close enough to the other boy to be heard clearly. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Finn was pale and tired looking. "Is Kurt okay?"

Finn nodded then paused and shook his head. "I dunno, man. He's, like, okay physically, but . . . He hasn't really talked to anyone since he told the cops what happened. Mom and Burt are with him now, but I think he'd like to see you. Maybe you can get him to say something."

Blaine nodded silently and followed Finn down the hallway towards Kurt's room.

"Come on, son," Burt said desperately, trying to catch his child's gaze. "Everything is going to be fine. You'll see."

Kurt shook his head; nothing would be fine. He was dirty, used. He was a disappointment. He didn't want to talk about what had happened. He didn't want his father to be disgusted with him just yet. But he knew that's what Burt wanted him to talk about; what had happened. He knew his father just thought it would help, but it would only make things worse. Then everyone would know that he was dirty. Besides, he had already talked about it. He told the police officer what had happened. He didn't need to relive it again tonight.

Kurt could still feel him; feel Karofsky's weight on top of him. He could still feel those rough hands trailing across his body and violating him. He could still feel those dry lips and hear those coarse words that had been whispered in his ear.

He just wanted everything to stop.

"Sweetie." He heard Carole's voice as though from far away and flinched at the gentle hand that landed hesitantly on his shoulder. "Kurt, look who's here."

Kurt slowly raised his head and looked to the entrance of his room. He felt his heart drop when he saw Blaine, his wonderful, perfect boyfriend, standing there nervously. He didn't want to see Blaine; he didn't want Blaine to see him like this. He wanted more time before Blaine left him in disgust.

But he couldn't say a word. He couldn't get his protests past the lump that suddenly appeared in his throat, not even when everyone else vacated the room to leave him alone with Blaine.

Kurt watched in silence as Blaine's eyes travelled over him; from the bandage on his forehead where he was struck by the gun, to the bruise that formed on his cheek from getting hit, down to the obvious bite marks and hickeys on his throat, finally coming to a stop at the bandage wrapped around his right bicep, from where the bullet had apparently only grazed him.

He hated the sorrow and pity that was plainly obvious in Blaine's eyes.

But then suddenly Blaine was moving towards Kurt, wrapping his arms around him and whispering in his ear. "Oh, Baby. I'm so sorry . . ."

"Aw, don't worry Baby."

Large, rough hands moving along his body, gripping his thighs and pulling them apart. A heavy weight settling between his legs. Harsh laughter. He couldn't escape, he couldn't escape, he couldn't escape . . .

Something hard pressing against his unprepared entrance.

"I love watching you struggle."

"GET OFF OF ME!" Kurt shrieked, shoving Blaine away and sliding to the edge of the bed as far as he could. Tears were welling up in his eyes and he was gasping for breath. He felt like he couldn't breathe. A sob ripped from his throat, followed by another and another until he was full out crying.

"Well, at least he said something, right?" Finn's voice cut through his thoughts.

Slowly Kurt raised his head again and surveyed the room. His dad, Carole, and Finn were standing in the doorway, worry plain on their faces. His eyes sought out Blaine's, the older boy looked scared and worried and upset all at the same time.

"Baby-" Blaine began quietly, but a particularly loud sob cut him off.

"Don't call me that!" Kurt cried, wrapping his arms around himself tightly. "He kept calling me that!"

"Okay, Kurt," Blaine said softly, calmly. "I won't call you that again, all right?"

"Go away." Kurt shut his eyes tightly to avoid seeing the pain that flashed across Blaine's face. "Just . . . Go away. Please. Go away. All of you."

Blaine jumped a bit when a warm hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to look at Burt questioningly.

"Come on, kid," Burt muttered sadly to him. "We don't want to upset him even more. We'll try again in a couple of hours; let him calm down a bit, okay?"

Blaine nodded and shot another tearful glance at his boyfriend, who was sobbing quietly now and rocking himself back and forth.

Wes stood from his seat in the waiting room as he saw Blaine and who he assumed was Kurt's family enter. He walked over at a brisk pace and stopped in front of them.

"Hello, I'm Wes," he said politely to Kurt's father (the man surprised him; he never suspected that the flamboyant boy would have such a . . . rugged-seeming father), holding out his hand. "I'm Blaine's roommate and a friend of Kurt's."

Burt looked at the well dressed boy in front of him for a minute before taking the offered hand in a firm shake. "It's nice to meet you Wes. I'm Burt, this is my fiancé Carole and her son Finn."

"Finn and I have actually met before." Wes smiled stiffly at Finn. Of course he wouldn't forget the boy who came to Dalton and threatened Blaine away from Kurt all that time ago. "At Sectionals; our teams competed against each other."

"Oh?" Burt looked at Finn in surprise before turning back to Wes. "Are you one of them Warblers?"

The Asian boy nodded. "So, how is Kurt? Is he going to be all right?"

Burt pulled his baseball cap off and ran his hand over his head. "The doctor says he's going to be fine, physically. I guess that psychopath never got a chance . . ." Burt trailed off and shook his head. "But he's kind of upset right now. But Kurt's strong; he'll get through this."

Wes nodded and looked at Blaine. His friend looked like he was going to cry. "Are you all right?"

"I freaked him out," Blaine replied quietly. "I should have known better than to touch him."

"It's not your fault kid." Burt patted his son's boyfriend on the back comfortingly. "He just needs time. Don't worry about it."

Wes led Blaine to take a seat in the waiting room as Burt and Carole went to the cafeteria to get coffee. Finn looked around before pulling Kurt's phone out of his pocket (he didn't know what happened to his own). He needed to call the rest of the New Directions; they would want to be here too.