Warning: boy/boy rape mentioned in this chapter (More precisely man/8 year old rape) do not read if not comfortable.

Chapter 4

"Kurt Hummel we would like to ask you a few questions." The woman asked the broken teenager. Kurt stiffened at the sight of the two of them, which didn't go unnoticed by Blaine. He pulled the younger boy towards him, hugging him tightly to his chest. Kurt stiffened in the embrace before relaxing, slightly, into the hug. The two police officers stared at the sight of the two boys before shrugging. "It would be easier on all of us if we could get a statement from you and we would like to ask if you'd like to press charges against these men."
"Of course he wants to press charges but can't you wait a little longer for him to get better. Anyway you already know what happened. Don't you have enough witnesses?" Blaine asked the woman angrily.
"What's your name son?" The man asked Blaine.
"Blaine Anderson." Blaine spat at them as he held the shaking Kurt closer.
"Well to answer your question the neighbours refused to say anything about the attack, they seemed to pretend it didn't happen. Also, we can't convict them if Kurt doesn't give a full statement as he's our main witness." She said manner-of-factly. Blaine glared at the woman before looking down at Kurt. Kurt wasn't surprised at anything the woman had told him. He knew he'd have to give a statement but he couldn't. He was too scared to do so. If he said anything his Uncle would, surely, kill him. He whimpered at the thought of the man.
"I...I can't." Kurt pleaded to the officers as he felt fresh tears run down his cheeks. Blaine looked concerned. He couldn't understand why anyone would want to hurt such a beautiful boy. He wanted to comfort him. Wanted to hold him closer as he kissed his forehead and whispered sweet things in his ear. But he knew he couldn't so he just settled for glaring at the two police officers.
"Why can't you Kurt?" The woman's voice had changed from forceful to trusting and Kurt couldn't help but think that was what a Mother should sound like.
"He'll..." Kurt gulped as tears fell down his face.
"He'll what?"
"He'll...he'll kill me if I tell you." Kurt's voice could barley be heard by the three other people in the room. Kurt's tears where running down and his voice had been laced with fear. Blaine pulled the boy closer and just held him while he cried, telling the boy he was there for him.
"Who will, Kurt?" Kurt sniffled, slightly, as he turned his face to look at the two people standing there. They let out a small gasp at how small Kurt looked. How absolutely broken he looked.
"I...I can't. Can't say anything, please don't make me." It sounded as if Kurt thought they were going to start hurting him which he was.
"Is it you parents, Kurt?" Kurt shook his head. As he did this an image flashed through Blaine's mind. It was of the man that had pulled Kurt from the car, shaking. Who had called him a dirty little slut as if he'd done something to him? Blaine shuddered as he thought of the man.
"It was him wasn't it, that man that pulled you out of the car." Kurt just whimpered, burying his head further into Blaine's chest.
"What is he name Kurt?" Kurt just choked on a sob. At the mention of Ben his mind had gone back to the first time.

His Uncle slammed open the door of an 8 year old Kurt's bedroom door. The little boy had been playing with the power rangers someone had given him. He looked up at his Uncle and smiled. The man was always kind to Kurt. He always brought the 8 year old gifts; in fact he had been the one to give the younger boy the power rangers.
"Uncle Ben!" The 8 year old jumped up from the floor and went to hug his Uncle. The man stayed quiet. Kurt gave the man a questioning look.
"You know what's happened, Kurtie." The man asked the 8 year old, pulling him onto his lap as he sat down on the bed. Kurt looked up at the man with questioning bright glasz eyes.
"What?" Kurt asked. Uncle Ben smiled at the boy as he did something that shook the little boy to his core. He hugged Kurt closer to his chest with one hand but with the other he went to palm the boy's dick. Kurt jumped up when the hand touched him. Ben smiled.
"Your parents can't pay me for their drugs, you know what they re don't you?" Ben asked as he started to slowly unbutton Kurt's shirt. Kurt was confused to what was going on but he didn't think that it could be bad. The man was always kind to him he wouldn't hurt Kurt.
"There the bad things Mommy and Daddy take. They taste weird." Kurt shivered as he remembered the time his Mommy had given him some of the white powdery stuff. Ben smiled.
"Yes they are, clever Kurtie." Ben had, successfully, unbuttoned the 8 years old shirt and was taking it off of him now. Kurt shivered at the cold air on his naked torso but still didn't realize what was going on. "Now, Kurtie, do you know what they gave me to have to pay for their drugs?" Ben started to un-zip Kurt's pants. He pulled the jeans off of the boy and Kurt shivered. He was scared now but still his brain re-fused to believe his Uncle would hurt him.
"I...I don't know. What did they give you, Uncle Ben?" Ben had pulled off Kurt's boxers now and the boy was sitting on his Uncle's lap, completely naked. The man's erection started to harden. As he palmed Kurt's dick, squeezing hard every time, he answered the whimpering boy's question.
"They gave me you Kurt." That's when he acted. He flipped the little boy over pressed his body to the smaller boys'. He then started to strip as Kurt withered under him. "Shhh, Kurtie, it's going to be just like a little game. You like games' right?" Kurt did like games but he didn't think he liked this one very much.

When the man was completely naked he lifted Kurt onto his lap. He hummed into the boy's messy hair before grabbing the boy's dick with one hand. He didn't move it though. "Now, Kurtie, this is going to hurt but you have to promise you won't scream." Kurt was scared of the man. He didn't want to get hurt but he still didn't know what was happening.
"I promise."
"Good."

Ben took his finger and shoved it into the boy's hole. The little boy screamed. He had never felt so much pain. Ben then added another finger to the boys hole and lifted the two upwards. The boy cried out in pain as tears began to run down his cheeks. Ben squeezed the little boy's dick before adding a third finger and stretching the hole. The tears ran down Kurt's face faster now as he choked on sobs. Finally, Ben removed his fingers. Kurt sighed outwards but then he let out an ear-splitting screech. The man had shoved his large dick inside of Kurt. The man moaned at the tight feeling of Kurt. He lifted the boy upwards, moving his hand up and down the boy's dick as he did so. He did this until he finally couldn't hold on any more. The boy blanked out as the man came inside of him. Ben lifted himself out of the boy as he was done, cleaning himself up. He looked at the shivering mess on the bed before smiling.

"Kurt...Kurt..." Blaine shouted at the boy as the doctor came rushing into the room. Kurt had been crying into his chest at one moment and the next he had lost it. He had gone panicky. His breathing had hitched and the tears wouldn't stop at all. It was as if the teen had been in a living nightmare, or a memory. Blaine had tried to hold Kurt still but the boy was stronger than he looked. He had struggled out of Blaine's hold and had curled up in himself, crying harder and harder. The doctors had run into the room but they couldn't sedate the crying boy. They couldn't get a hold of Kurt and Kurt just cried harder as he was touched. Suddenly, Kurt's eyes snapped open. They were full of tears and had the most frightened look in them that Blaine had ever seen. Kurt was breathing hard. It was as if he couldn't breathe. Blaine went to grab Kurt's hand and Kurt flinched away, knocking his head against the wall as he did so. And then he went still. It was as if the world had stopped. Kurt just stopped fighting. He had looked into Blaine's eyes and when he had seen the heartbreak in them he knew he wasn't there. He let out one final chocked sob before his head fell back and his eyes closed. He had passed out.

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Kurt awoke the next day, silently. Blaine wasn't there and Kurt wondered if he had gotten sick of him until he remembered he had school today. He looked around and saw a note stuck to the side table, saying exactly that. Kurt smiled before leaning back onto the bed. There was a knock at the door moments later and a face came into view.
"You look much better today Kurt." The woman said. Kurt only nodded in response. "We're going to keep you in for a few more hours, make sure you're stable, and then you can go home."
"Can't I go now?" Kurt asked. She looked at him before shrugging. She left the room to get the doctor. The man checked Kurt over before declaring Kurt fine to leave. He asked Kurt if he wanted the hospital to call someone but Kurt shock his head. Kurt practically ran out of the hospital before him walking over to the bus stop. The pants he had got Blaine to get from his house had a fiver in them and he used this to get a bus ticket to William McKinley. He knew he shouldn't be going back now but he couldn't face going home and he didn't know where else he was supposed to go. He thought about calling Blaine before deciding against it.

By the time he got to the school he wondered why he wanted to be here. He remembered that he was meant to be at Glee this afternoon and wondered whether he should. Before he could make up his mind though his mind was made up for him.
"Hey, dude." Finn ran over to Kurt. Kurt sighed to himself. Finn went to put his arms around the shorter boy's shoulders but Kurt flinched away. Finn looked a little hurt but didn't say otherwise. "Look, we're really sorry for you know...the other day."
"It's fine Finn." Kurt whispered to the quarterback. Finn smiled to himself as he got this.
"Well...we've you been, anyway. I know you wouldn't have missed Glee without a good reason, even if we were all mean to you."
"I was sick." That was a total lie but Kurt didn't want them knowing. He hadn't wanted Blaine knowing and he would still be in the dark if he hadn't brought him home. But if he hadn't took me home I would have had to deal with that on my own, a little voice in the back of Kurt's head nagged at him. Kurt sighed as he realized there was no win win situation here.

The two walked into the choir room where Kurt was instantly met with a large pair of arms, encircling him in a hug. Kurt jumped back, suppressing the urge to scream, before realizing it was only Mercedes.
"How're you feeling, hun. You look terrible." Kurt rolled his eyes at this, noticing the hurt look in Mercedes eyes as he had pouched her away.
"I could be better." Kurt whispered in reply. This was the truth. He still wasn't 100% sure he should even be here.
"Well, I hope what you got wasn't contagious because we can't perform with only a few members at regional's." Rachel said as she went to sit back down.
"It's not." Kurt told her. The group nodded before they all went to sit down. For a change, Kurt was thankful they had decided to ignore him. He went to sit a little away from the group as they started practicing a number they had been working on while Kurt was off. He sighed as none of the group even noticed he wasn't participating.

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When Blaine entered the hospital, only to find the boy had been let out, early, he was fuming. He couldn't understand how some people could be so heartless. Anyone who looked closely enough could tell Kurt wasn't alright. In fact Kurt was far from alright. Blaine felt like hitting his head on something hard but thought better of it. He knew where Kurt would have gone but he just hoped he was wrong. He hoped the boy hadn't gone back to the Glee Club as they seemed to not even care about him. He parked at William McKinley and made his way into the parking lot. He had been planning to take Kurt back to Dalton for the night but he couldn't do that if Kurt was missing. As he looked into the choir room he felt like punching every one of those people in the face. They were all laughing, dancing and singing and none of them seemed to notice Kurt. The beautiful, broken boy was sat in a corner with tears threatening to spill over his face, his arms hugging his body. Blaine, honestly, doubted it would have been any different if the teacher had even been in the room. Blaine sighed as he pushed open the door.

"SPY!" Rachel shouted to the room. Blaine sighed as he made his way over to Kurt. Kurt didn't even look up as Blaine entered the room.
"How'd you know I was here?" Kurt's voice was just loud enough for Blaine to hear as the room went quiet. He heard a few of the boys crack their knuckles and he felt like laughing at the irony of it all. They thought he had hurt Kurt, when he actually loved the boy.
"Because you'd either be here or getting coffee and I doubt you're in the mood for coffee right now." Blaine made it sound like a joke but Kurt knew differently.
"How'd you get to know me so well?" Blaine shrugged before taking a seat next to Kurt.
"You can't stay here. It is a closed practice and spies are not welcome." Blaine ignored the girl.
"Hey, I don't care if you're friends with Kurt or not but you can't be here." Someone else shouted at him.
"At least I care about him." This made the New Directions, and Kurt, turn to face him.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean."
"It means that none of you actually care about Kurt. None of you care enough to ask what's wrong with him. None of you care enough to even notice. I bet that none of you even know what..."
"SHUT UP!" Kurt shouted at them. He had stood up to say this and the New Directions were all giving him strange looks. Blaine looked at Kurt, curiously. "I don't want them to know, Blaine. In fact I don't want you to know." Kurt stood up, about to leave, but Blaine pulled him back. His eyes were full of hurt but Kurt couldn't bring himself to care. He was starting to crack. The gang rape had been the last straw. He was an emotional wreck and he couldn't stand the fact that Blaine had witnessed it all.
"What's up boo?" Mercedes asked him, nervously.
"Do not call me boo." Kurt laced as much venom as he possessed into those 5 words. "Blaine's right, none of you care about me. None of you ever have. You act like you're my friends but when I actually need you you just ignore me. Anyone else would have gotten the support of his friends. But you obviously don't care enough about me to do so." He was about to be interrupted but Kurt just sent them a loathing look. "I finally find someone who cares about me and all you lot can think about is that I'm going to tell him about our set list for regionals. And Blaine for fucks sake I can speak for myself." Kurt had turned on Blaine now. "I know you care and I'm thankful you do but I know you only care because you pity me. You know my little secret and you where about to blab it out. I don't want people to know. I don't want anyone getting involved. I just want..." Kurt couldn't finish this sentence because he didn't know what he wanted. He didn't want his life to go back to the way it had been. But he didn't want to lose Blaine. But he did want. "I just want a normal life." Kurt whispered before turning his back on the Glee Club. "And by the way, guys, I'm not coming back. I'm done here." And with this Kurt left the room. New Directions and Blaine stood, gobsmacked, before they turned on the Warbler.