So my plan was not to show what actually happened to Kurt, I figured that would just be an awkward scene in the story so I'm glad most agree. After I'm done posting this chapter there will be a page on my website (Link on my profile) for anyone who wants to read what actually happened. It's under Broken Bird sing link called The Attack. It is Un-Beta'd.

Thanks again for the wonderful reviews! I'm so glad people like this story! Though I'm not sure how long it's going to be, I'm going to have to sit down and figure that out after this chapter. For all I know it may be drawing to a close. I leave it up to my characters.

s0leil- Yeah that was a miswrite on my part. I meant to put Junior in for Kurt's grade and make him the same grade as Blaine like everybody thought he was. I'll go back and change it. I didn't even realize I wrote Sophomore and my Beta just probably thought I was being weird. Thanks so much for catching that!

PencilLootz: That will be probably revealed as the chapter's progress just not all in one scene like if I actually wrote the whole flashback scene.

dwelian: You know with these character's the one who's supposed to die might just be saved in the end but at the moment, it's still written in the cards. And when you said Santana going "Lima Heights" on Gabriel I just had the most entertaining idea.

perchance to wake: Exactly and that's something Kurt's just not understanding. He thinks its just Blaine but it's okay! Blaine will set him right!

rockenweirdo: I'm not sure if Kurt hates his therapist because she's trying to help him and he doesn't want it or if she just really sucks. That'll be decided soon.

On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee just OC's.

"Kurt, how are we doing today?" Dr. Baumer asked, folder out ready to write.

"Fine." Kurt sat facing her, his face back to that blank look. He hated therapy.

"Have you been doing what we discussed in our last session together?" Dr. Baumer didn't miss that Kurt was talking in a higher register, what she was told was his normal.

"I suppose. I went to watch New Direction and the Warblers compete at sectionals."

"How did that make you feel? Watching them sing without you."

"It was fun to watch. They tied, so I get to watch them at Regionals too."

"Do you want to join them?"

"No, I don't want to sing." Kurt looked away from her then and kept his gaze at the floor, "I had a panic attack on Saturday. It was weird instead of freaking out my friends took me to someone's house and we spent the night watching movies and talking."

Dr. Baumer smiled softly at Kurt though he couldn't see it, "I see and these friends of yours have you talked to them about what happened to you?"

"Kinda, I guess. I told them I was bullied, and…that I was stabbed. They know where my cast came from. There's another boy, Blaine, who's gay there. He's really popular, I don't really understand it. Nikel told me he was bullied at his old school too."

"Maybe it's because people accept him there and they'll accept you too."

Kurt shook his head and changed the subject. They spoke about the classes he was taking and all the different kids in his new school. They discussed how he thought he was adjusting.

"Okay, Kurt, before you leave I have another assignment for you. I want you to sing a song. It can be just a little jingle and you don't even need to have an audience, as long as you can hear yourself. I'm pleased to say I'm seeing a great deal of progress this last week and I hope this can continue."

Kurt left her office and with his dad headed out towards the doctor's office to finally get the cast removed. Kurt sat uncomfortable as the doctor did a full examination.

"Well, Kurt, the bruising is mostly gone, your ribs have healed nicely -I'd stay away from strenuous exercise for a while long- and you stitches are finally out. We just need to get you out of this cast and into some physical therapy and you'll be right as rain."

God, his doctor was weird. He's had this doctor for years though and wouldn't change the eccentric old man for anything. Still…right as rain?

It wasn't until they were in the car heading back towards the school that the two men spoke. Kurt was sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window when his phone buzzed. He glanced down at it to see a text.

'When are you getting back to school?'

Kurt smiled faintly before answering, 'heading there now. Right before lunch.'

He barely sent the text before another arrived, 'meet you at the door.'

That time he did smile. Obviously, Blaine had his phone out waiting for his answer, 'get back to class.'

"It's good to see you smiling, Kurt." His head snapped up to see Burt looking at him before the light turned green and he continued driving, "You had me really worried."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault what those…what happened to you." Burt gripped the steering wheel tightly, "If you ever want to talk about it-"

"I don't remember any of it."

"Bullshit!" Kurt jumped in his seat but his dad continued talking, "I know you do, Kurt. I can see it in your eyes when something reminds you about…what happened. I can't help you if you don't tell me. If you don't tell anyone for that matter."

"I was stabbed, Dad, is that what you want to hear? You already knew that, what good does talking do?"

"If it stops you from bottling it up and letting it eat you alive then everything."

Kurt closed his eyes, "I can't." He whispered, his hands starting to shake.

"Okay, you don't have to talk about it to me." He pulled up to the school, "These boys at Dalton seem to be good for you, Kurt. You should, at least, talk to them. They really seem to care about you from what I heard when Rachel was over."

Kurt rolled his eyes. She was over yesterday to see Finn and wouldn't shut up about the Warblers and Kurt's interactions with them. Once she got started, it was impossible to stop her.

"Who's that?"

Kurt looked up and saw Blaine was true to his word. He was waiting for Kurt by the front doors. They stopped a few feet away.

"Blaine. A friend of mine."

"Is he gay?"

"Daaad." Kurt groaned, opening the door to get out, "Yeah he is."

Before Burt could make any more embarrassing comments, Kurt slammed the door and headed towards Blaine, "I didn't think you actually meant you'd meet me at the front doors."

"Of course, I missed you. We all missed you. Nikel almost grabbed some duct tape in order to shut Zach up. He hasn't stopped whining about his missing roommate all morning. Fair warning, when he sees you I'm not sure what he's going to do but be prepared for anything."

They entered the school and started walking towards the cafeteria, "I'm hiding behind you."

Blaine frowned noticing Kurt's voice went low again, "Kurt, you don't have to hide here. You can talk normal, nobody will judge you."

"My voice is weird."

"It's unique, amazing."

Kurt bit his lip but didn't say anything more. They walked into the lunchroom and sat down at their usual table. Christof glared at Kurt before getting up and leaving the cafeteria. Thad looked conflicted but stayed.

"Kurt! You're back! I missed you so much, I didn't know what to do so I went to Nikel's room and he wouldn't amuse me so I had to leave. So then I went to Blaine's room and he threw me out so I was going to visit Sammy's room only to realize that it was also Blaine's room and he already threw me out. So then I was alone. You should feel bad for me." Zach whipped all that out in about ten seconds, not bothering to breathe.

"…I do?" Kurt replied, confused. Everybody laughed at the two. Zach just smiled brightly.

"So what did you think of our awesome performance, Kurt?" Wes asked, changing the subject.

"You guys sounded amazing. You'll need something mind blowing to beat New Directions at Regionals, though. They only get better when under pressure, trust me."

The boys all blinked at Kurt and Blaine grinned widely. Kurt sounded so confused when he first spoke to Zach they didn't notice.

"Dude, Kurt, what's with your voice?" David asked, shocked.

Kurt flinched and quietly spoke, "It's my natural tone; I hate it."

"It's frickin' sweet," Jonathon spoke up. Kurt smiled tentatively at him, "It's like a girl's voice only like more awesome…that came out wrong…"

"Thanks, I guess." Kurt's hands were shaking under the table. Blaine slide his hand down and gently put it on Kurt's lower arm, squeezing lightly as if to reassure him he was there.

"Zach tells me you were part of New Directions, you must be a pretty good singer; I mean, they sounded great at Sectionals."

"Not really, I was mostly background." He shifted uncomfortable. He knew Nikel was just trying to save them from the awkwardness that could be Jonathon, but created a completely different form of awkward for Kurt.

"You should sing with us sometime." Nikel replied.

"When he says us, he means when he actually feels like joining in on one of my impromptu performances. Nikel has a decent voice but rugby and soccer keep him too busy to join the Warblers." Zach explained.

"Plus the fact I'm an R.A and babysitting the insane keeps me up late at night as it is."

Zach smiled charmingly and batted his eyes, "But Nikel, you know you love us."

Nikel scoffed and pushed Zach off his chair, "Like I said before Zach, like a germ-a-phobe likes a city bus."

The banter continued on until the warning bell rang alerting the boys it was time to go back to class. As they filed out to go to their next session, Kurt lightly grabbed Blaine's arm, "Where's Sammy?"

Blaine shrugged, looking uneasy, "He had a rough morning, so he's not attending class today."

"Oh, okay, see you later."

Blaine, Zach, Wes and David had Warbler practice after school so Kurt made his way to the dorms alone. Nikel had a meeting with Damien who was Maxstoke's R.A and wouldn't be back for a while. The dorms were unusually quiet as Kurt made his way towards his room. The sound of bottles clanking caught his attention and against his better judgment he went past his room and down the hall where there was an open door.

Kurt carefully poked his head in to the faintly lite room to see Sammy lying on the floor in the middle a bottle of beer in his hand, more littered the floor. How he snuck that into Dalton wasn't really Kurt's concern at the moment.

"Sammy?" His voice ran out in the silent room.

Sammy sat up so fast, Kurt took a step back. He glared at Kurt, a look of pure anger that took his breath away.

"What the fuck do you want?" Sammy growled, taking a swig of beer.

Trying to calm the feeling of another panic attack Kurt entered the room and walked towards Sammy, slowly, "Are you okay?"

He let out a humorless laugh and launched himself to his feet. He swayed unsteady as he made his way to the other side of the room.

"Do I fucking look okay, Kurt, huh?" He spat, "Do I look like I'm in a fan-fucking-tastic mood? Stop staring at me! What have nothing to say?"

"What's wrong, Fancy? The pretty bird can't speak?"

"What's wrong?" He wanted to flee, but Sammy…was his friend.

"What's wrong? You're fucking shitting me, right? What's wrong! My brother is dead. This was our room, yeah, lovely huh. He died right over there. Lovely thing to walk into, by the way, your brother hanging from the fucking ceiling. Then he leaves me this note, this god-forsaken note, telling me not to blame myself. I don't blame myself, I BLAME HIM!" He held up his other hand that had a crumbled envelope in it, "I hate him! He knew I'd find him like that. Who else would? I hate him."

"You can't mean that."

"I do. The little prick. He took the easy way out. He didn't try to talk to me or Zach or Nikel or fuck, even that stupid prick of boyfriend, Gabriel. He was my best friend and I looked up to him. He failed me. I hate him! I went from being Nathan's little brother at this school to the boy whose brother killed himself at Dalton. Everybody knows!

"Home's even better. My fucking parents refuse to acknowledge that he's not coming back. That he killed himself! He did this and left me to deal with it!" He threw his bottle at the wall. It didn't shatter like it showed in all the movies, just made a huge thumping noise. Sammy collapsed onto the ground, his head bowed, "I hate him! I'm glad he's dead, he was coward! A big fucking mistake!"

"You're a mistake, a taint against nature."

Tears streamed down Kurt's face as he whimpered. It's just Sammy, he told himself, not the jocks. Sammy won't hurt him. Carefully, not to startle Sammy he pulled out his phone and opened up a new message.

'Something's wrong with Sammy. He's in I think his old room just screaming.'

It took longer than he had hoped for Blaine to answer back, all the while, Sammy sat there, not exactly crying but letting out this painful sounding sobs. What he didn't know was that Blaine saw his message but had to make a phone before answering.

'Be there soon.'

By the time Blaine got there, Sammy was up and throwing things around in the room. Kurt was shaking so hard he thought he was going to pass out. This was the first time he ever truly felt threatened at Dalton.

"Shh…" Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt, trying to calm him down.

"I'm fine, but Sammy-"

"Needs Allina. She's the only one who can calm him down." Blaine responded, "I called her."

Just then a tall girl walked in with long curly blonde hair and the clearest blue eyes. She was dressed in a Crawford day outfit and immediately went over to Sammy talking quietly to him.

"Girls aren't allowed in the dorms." Kurt muttered, as Blaine slowly led him out of the room.

"Yeah, Allina's kind of the exception. We have to sneak her in, but she's the only one who can reach Sammy when he's in a mood."

They were quiet until they reached Kurt's dorm and together went inside. Kurt collapsed onto his bed, face down.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. The pressure sometimes gets too much for him."

"I guess we all have our demons." He sat up, "Sammy asked me once how I handled my demons. He said he drinks them away. I told him I run."

"I run too." Kurt looked at Blaine who sat down on the bed next to him.

"Nikel said you were bullied, like me and I know you said you transferred here because of bullying."

Blaine sighed, "Not like you. I was pretty much ignored at my old school, well besides the homophobic slurs that were thrown at me daily. At least that how it was until the Sadie Hawkins dance. I went with another boy, a friend of mine, who was also out. We just went as friends to have fun. Some guys found us while we were waiting to be picked up afterwards. They beat the shit out of my friend and me. They ran off when his dad drove up and we were taken the hospital. I was released two days later and my parents transferred me here." He shrugged, looking at Kurt, "I was lucky."

Blaine almost jumped when Kurt spoke. He didn't expect him to respond.

"There was this one bully at my school." Kurt started looking straight ahead, "he made it his mission to make my life hell. Nobody even noticed. I was pushed into lockers, thrown into dumpsters, verbally assaulted; I had slushies' thrown in my face. Nobody did a thing and I got sick of it. I followed my main tormentor into the locker room one day and started yelling at him. Telling him he couldn't beat the gay out of me." Kurt closed his eyes, managing to keep his voice even and emotionless.

"I thought he was going to punch me, but he kissed me. Then he threatened to kill me and a few weeks later he almost succeeded. Brittany and Santana found me bleeding out in a hallway at school and called 911. They had to revive me on the way to the hospital apparently I died for a moment. I told everyone I couldn't remember what happened. He almost succeeded in killing me once and if he found out I told on him I know he would've tried again."

Azimio removed his foot and Karofsky hoisted him up by his shoulders and pinned him against a locker, his head bouncing off it roughly exploding with pain, "If you tell anyone, I will kill you." He increased the pressure on his shoulder with one hand and using his body so the others couldn't see what he was doing he dragged his other hand down to cup the boy, "Next time I'll get what I really want. Take this a preview…on both accounts."

By the end of the story they were both crying, Kurt shaking from the memories. Blaine carefully reached out to Kurt and wrapped him in a hug. He was rigid for a moment before crumbling into the hug, holding onto Blaine like his life depended on it.

"You should tell someone." He whispered, "He could go to jail."

Kurt snorted, "Nobody cares what happens to someone who's gay. They'd be no better than my teachers."

"I'm sorry, Kurt, so sorry." Blaine pulled away from Kurt slowly and looked into his eyes, "Nobody will hurt you here, do you understand that? They honestly don't care if you're gay."

Kurt bit his lip, unsure if he should believe him. He wanted to, so badly, but a part of his mind was telling him he was setting himself up for a huge fall. One that could end him. Part of him knew it was just the depression talking -the post-traumatic stress- but it was so convincing. He needed to think, sort himself out.

"I'm going to go shower." He said abruptly, getting up. Blaine watched him confused as Kurt headed towards the bathroom.

"Is it alright if I stay? We'll go to dinner when you're done."

Kurt looked at the eager look on Blaine's and couldn't say no, "Fine."

Blaine watched Kurt disappear into the bathroom before pulling out his phone. He was glad Santana gave him her number that night when she dropped of Zach at Sammy's. He didn't tell Kurt he had it though. He opened up the text message she sent him.

'Rachel was blabbering today & I thought u should have this pic its from a month or two before the incident.'

Blaine opened up the attachment and stared at the picture she sent him. Kurt's hair was styled immaculately and he was wearing white on top including a tie and black pants, Santana standing next to him her arm on his shoulder in similar colors. The caption underneath said it was taken while performing 'One of us.'

Kurt looked gorgeous if not a little sad. How long was he depressed and nobody noticed at his old school?

Similar questions filled Blaine's head until Kurt finally came out of the bathroom. Re-dressed in his Dalton uniform, his hair laid limp in front of his face. He stopped in front of Blaine and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Why don't you ever style your hair like this anymore?" Blaine asked instead, holding his phone out for Kurt to see the picture.

"Where did you get that?" He snapped, turning away from Blaine.

Blaine got off the bed and moved around to stand in front of Kurt, he reached out and slowly lifted Kurt's chin to look at him, "Don't be mad at me. You looked really cute in this picture. Nobody will judge you for your hair."

Kurt blushed when Blaine called him cute. He pulled away from the other boy and looked in the mirror Zach had on the back of their door. "It's not me anymore."

"Why? Because some stupid kids told you being yourself was wrong? Don't you see, Kurt, you're proving them right. You're changing yourself to please them and letting them win."

Kurt froze. It was, wasn't it? He didn't want to draw attention to himself because he was too scared. He sighed, "Fine." Before Blaine could cheer he continued, "If you want me to style my hair you have to wash the gel out of yours."

Kurt watched Blaine sputter for a few seconds before he sighed, "Deal."

"I feel awkward."

"You look fine."

"Can we go back? I can't do this."

Kurt sighed, never did he think he would be reassuring Blaine. He looked at Blaine's curly hair and smiled. It looked really cute on him. Too bad he didn't see it that way.

"I've never had my hair like this at Dalton, at least outside my room."

Kurt groaned, "Really Blaine. If I had to style my hair then you can at least join me in this awkwardness and un-style yours." They were just outside the cafeteria at that point.

"Blaine!" Nikel's voice interrupted whatever he was going to say, "I need you to come here for a minute- Nice hair."

"Shut up."

"Seriously though, you're the junior R.A. Damien and Brenden need our audience for a moment. Sorry, Kurt."

"No big deal. I'll wait here for you."

Blaine smiled at him before following Nikel around the corner.

"And here I thought your little guard dogs would never leave you alone."

Kurt spun around to find Gabriel leaning against a pillar not too far from him.

"What do you want?"

"For you to leave this school. We don't need homophobes around here; there have been enough problems over the years." He moved towards Kurt, forcing him up against a wall.

"You mean Nathan's suicide."

"Watch your mouth!" He smashed his fist in the wall above Kurt's head, "You don't deserve to say his name. He was a beautiful soul who was lost because of stupid ignorant people. Nice hair by the way, your way to show you're suddenly 'okay' with gay people. And what is wrong with your voice?"

"I'm not pretending to be okay with anything. I am gay. Not all of us come to this school because we're rich, stuck up pricks who think they know everything. Some of us have to come here because of the thought of a no-bullying policy that's actually enforced."

Gabriel actually took a step back from him, apparently shocked. Kurt took the opportunity to push past the boy.

"I'm sorry you lost your boyfriend, Gabriel, but pull the stick out of your ass already."

Huffing, Gabriel stomped away obviously he didn't expect Kurt to talk about…or come out. He let a small smile grace his face, he couldn't believe he just stood up the Gabriel. It felt good.

"Will you date me?" Kurt looked to see Zach approaching him with wide eyes and a big grin.

"I don't know I'm not sure I can compete with your current infatuation."

"That's true." Zach nodded.

"What are you two talking about?" Kurt and Zach's eyes both went wide as they turned to see Nikel and Blaine behind them. Oh shit.

Zach just grinned and stepped closer to Nikel but Kurt could see the strain in his smile, "Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"

"Is that your go-to line whenever you can't think of something to say?" Nikel asked, rolling his eyes.

"I didn't hear a no." Zach teased, as they headed into the cafeteria to finally get some dinner.

"You didn't hear a yes either." Nikel replied just as quick.

Kurt looked at Blaine who just shook his head in return. It was easier to stay out of it. At least it was until Zach wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulder, drawing him close.

"Kurt you love me right? I'm better than stick in the mud Nikel and boring Blaine."

Blaine growled at blonde.

"Why do you hang out with stick in the mud Nikel and boring Blaine then hm?" Kurt asked in return, with a raised eyebrow.

Kurt didn't even realize that Blaine had pulled out his phone and took a picture of Kurt and Zach both smiling.

He quickly sent the picture to Santana with the caption, 'what do you think?'

This wasn't where I planned to end this chapter but I felt it fit and if I continued writing this chapter to where I planned on ending it, it wouldn't have flowed as nicely. So I'm ending it here. I hope everyone liked it! You will be seeing more of Allina, this was a short introduction to her.

So here's a list of my OC's just to make you wonder (No Nathan doesn't count, he was written as dead from the beginning). It's in alphabetical order:

Allina

Christof

Gabriel

Jamie

Jonathon (He's mostly in deleted scenes right now…)

Loretta

Nikel

Sammy

Zach

Preview of next chapter:

"we need to stop fighting."

"We will. When you learn to leave my man alone."

"I do! He's my best friend, you stupid bitch. I hang out with him, I play video games with him-"

"And you fucking pant over him. You have a crush on him but he's mine, and you need to back the fuck off."