A/N - Thanks to those who have Story alerted this story. I won't be updating this quickly usually I just decided since it was done then I'd get the next one up.

Thanks to SDKLSDGH for Betaing this last year when I first started writing it. And thanks to nlthalia for rebetaing this yesterday.

Disclaimer - Non-con, Bullying

Kurt whistled as he finished stacking the chairs in the choir room. Everyone else had left after practice, as they all had something to do. He had volunteered tonight, because on Fridays all of the chairs needed to be stacked into the corners for when the room was rented out over the weekend. Kurt had always loved the choir room when it was empty; he could look back and remember all the great times they'd had in the room, or sing any song he wanted without anyone interrupting him. At the moment, Kurt was actually happy – sure, classes were boring and in-between classes was hell, but Glee was going amazingly well, and after meeting Blaine, he was getting out a lot more than he used to, not to mention talking to him on the phone at night as well as texting continuously during the day. As Blaine's image filled his head to the soundtrack of Teenage Dream, Kurt heard the door slammed shut behind him, jumping higher than he thought possible. Turning around, Kurt struggled to swallow, his throat closing up and his eyes widening. Standing closer than he would have thought possible was Dave Karofsky, star football player for McKinley High.

Kurt's mind was going haywire as he stared into those cold green eyes. What the hell is he doing here? There wasn't practice tonight, and none of the jocks were obsessed enough with their bodies to stay this late. Not to mention Karofsky refuses to come into the choir room.

Before Kurt could tell the older boy to leave, the jock had lunged, knocking the countertenor onto the floor. Struggling under Karofsky's weight as the boy pressed him down on to the floor hovering above him, Kurt was stopped from screaming as the man on top of him brought his lips forcibly down onto his own. Tears streamed from Kurt's eyes as he worked to remove the heavy burden holding him down. Finally having wriggled out from the football player's grasp, Kurt struggled to stand and run towards the door, only to find it locked; looking towards the other door, he could see it standing open, but he was quickly blocked by the large bodied senior. Instantly, an arm was on either side of him, stopping him from going anywhere.

"Leave me alone." Kurt had found his voice, even if it did sound small and scared.

"Why should I?"

Glancing at the open doorway, Kurt decided to do something he'd sworn to himself he would never do. Quickly, so as not to show Karofsky any premonition of violence, Kurt pushed his knee up as hard and fast as he possibly could into the older boy's groin.

Taking the chance as the boy dropped to the floor, Kurt grabbed his bag off of the chair by the door, ran as fast as he could out the door. He sprinted down the hall, getting to his car quickly, and sped off before the jock had a chance to catch him.

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Taking a deep breath, Kurt stared at himself in the mirror. Tears still would leak from his eyes if he wasn't careful about controlling his thoughts. He had spent the weekend trying to scrub Karofsky off of himself and forget what had happened on Friday night, but every time he saw anything to do with the Neanderthal, whether it was a football jersey or a game, Kurt could feel the bile rising in his mouth. He could practically feel the football player's breath on him still, and continued to taste him even though he had brushed his teeth continuously for an hour when he had gotten home Friday.

And it wasn't only hard to hide the near-continual crying from the rest of the glee club (not to mention Blaine, who he had seen on the weekend), but he also had to deal with being even more nervous than usual just walking the halls, flinching whenever someone with a McKinley High jersey walked by.

He even had to force himself into the choir room this afternoon for practice, looking at the place where he had been trapped and forcibly removed of his first kiss. He had had to stop himself from bursting into tears and vomiting at the same time.

He was also making sure to stay close to either Puck or Finn, as he knew they were the only members of the glee club who could hopefully protect him from the Neanderthals of his high school, but whenever Dave Karofsky came anywhere in his line of sight Kurt had made himself as small as possible and... Well, hid. He wasn't proud of it, but after all the beatings and slander he had been put through the last few months, he was finally terrified. Probably what his attackers had wanted from the beginning.

The others noticed, of course, but they weren't sure what had changed over the weekend. They had left Kurt completely happy and content on Friday night and Monday morning, he... Just wasn't Kurt.

Following Kurt's lead, they didn't say anything, but the football players of New Directions stayed close, as that was what the smaller boy seemed to want, and the girls of the group continually brought the fashion queen into their discussions on what they should wear to sectionals in a few months.

By that Friday, Kurt had grown tired of being scared. Whenever he talked to Blaine, he was reminded of the shorter boy's advice. Courage - maybe that was all he'd need. If he just stood up for himself once, maybe Karofsky would back off and hopefully stop sending those creepy looks at him.

Taking a deep breath, Kurt took his phone out again to look at the messages that Blaine had sent him. Okay, maybe it was a little creepy that he reread his texts and kept a picture of the boy in his locker, but it gave him hope that things might actually get better. That there might be someone out there who understood him.

Finally.

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A/N - Hope you liked it. Please review.

If you haven't already I suggest you read Redefining Views and Prequel: Dalton's View by Nija Assasian. Actually all of her stories are a good read so go check them out.

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