Ok, I don't know how long this will be because I'm not completely sure what I'm putting in this chapter, but I am starting some of the drama I told you was coming last chapter.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own Glee

(Kurt POV)

It was a few days of no progress in my memory before the nightmares hit me. I never saw it coming. No one did.

It was simple. One night I went to bed in my dorm I shared with David, just like any other night. I fell into a peaceful sleep, just like the night before. Next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake by David. All I knew was that I was screaming and fighting him. Once I was sitting up, now fully awake, and my mind caught up, I realized that I was surrounded by David, Wes, Blaine, and most of the Warblers that had heard my desperate screams for help. I was desperately trying to slow down my breathing when David backed away from my side and Blaine came forward, kneeling by my bed and taking my hand. Most of the Warblers filed out of the room then, with the exception of David, it was his room too after all, and Wes, he always had to know what was going on with all the Warblers.

"Kurt, what happened?"

"I-I don't remember. Bad dream?" I shrugged, trying to pass it off as nothing more than a simple bad dream, but Blaine could see past that.

"I think we both know it was more than that, Kurt."

"Can we not talk about it now? I can't remember what it was about anyway." Blaine nodded before kissing my forehead and going back to the room he shared with Wes, dragging said boy out of the room. I had just lay back down to try to sleep again when David spoke up.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I could tell he didn't believe me, but he let it go for now.

The next night, it happened again. This time, I could remember parts of it.

One minute I was safely in my bed, the next, I was standing somewhere, but where was unclear. My vision was foggy. Sounds were the only things that were clear. I could hear sounds. Were those cars? I don't know. But there was also voice, a taunting voice, calling me names, bad names. I hadn't had anyone call me these things since I came to Dalton. The voice was muddy sounding and I could only understand the words, but I couldn't put a face or name to the sound.

The next thing I know, I'm waking up in my room with a scream. The lights flick on, and David is immediately at my side. I'm breathing heavily and my broken arm suddenly seems to hurt more. I was probably thrashing around in my sleep and hit it on something. David has his hand on my shoulder in a comforting way and, thankfully, he isn't saying anything, just waiting for me to catch my breath, giving me the option to tell him about it this time. After I catch my breath, I decide to say something to him.

"I could hear it. I couldn't see, but I could hear."

"What did you hear?"

"A voice. And cars."

"Whose voice?"

"I-I don't know. But it was saying things to me. Bad things. Calling me names." He pulled me into a tight, comforting hug as a few tears trickled out of my eyes.

"It'll be okay, Kurt." I sure hope so.

It was more than a week before it happened again. I had just started to hope that it wouldn't happen again at all, so this time it caught me even more off guard. It was worse this time, much worse.

I could feel it this time, the pain, the terribly excruciating pain that I didn't experience when it happened. I had been knocked unconscious and my memory wiped, leaving me with no recollection whatsoever of the event or the pain it brought me. Of course, people had told me I was hit by a car, but I could never really imagine myself being hit, since I didn't really remember it. Now in this dream, it's all too real and absolutely believable. I screamed in the dream and in my sleep. That's all I knew. I felt someone shove me, hard. I could feel the impact of my body with the road and the bones of my broken arm snapping and crunching in my body as the car ran over the limb. I was helpless; I couldn't wake up from this horrible nightmare. This time, there was no sound, and still nothing that I could see. I could only feel, and I wish I couldn't. I've never had a dream before that I wished for so much to stop, but I couldn't stop it, I couldn't wake up. It just kept replaying with seemingly no end.

"Kurt! Kurt! Wake up!" I jumped straight up in my bed with a scream to find Blaine and David both standing over me, Blaine with his hands on my shoulders, apparently having shook me awake. I was breathing heavily and I could still feel the slight throbbing where I had been hurt in my nightmare. I pulled my knees to my chest and tried to calm my breathing and keep from crying, telling myself it was only a dream, but of course, I knew that wasn't true. All of that had really happened to me.

Blaine sat down on my bed next to me and wrapped his arms tightly around me, not asking me to say anything, and honestly, I don't think I could say anything about it right now. I knew I would have to answer the questions he was sure to have eventually though, and I would when he asked me.

"Kurt, what happened?" Looked like those questions were closer to having to be answered than I thought they were.

"I-I could feel everything, Blaine. The pain, all of it was so r-real." Now the tears were beginning to stream down my face as Blaine held me tighter. "Blaine, someone pushed me. W-what happened? Who was it?"

"I… I don't know, Kurt. I could hear everything that happened over your phone, but I didn't recognize the voice. Sorry, Kurt." He held me tighter as he told me this and I wiped the tears from my face and pulled back a bit to look him in the eyes.

"It's ok. I think I know who it was. I remember hearing a voice in one of my dreams, or nightmares more like." Blaine's eyes widened in shock and surprise.

"Who?" I swallowed the lump in my throat before responding.

"His name is David Karofsky and he made my life a living hell before I transferred to Dalton." And honestly, I thought, or hoped I guess, that I'd never have to deal with him again in my life. Look who proved me wrong.

That's the end of this chapter!

Please review, even if you hated it. Reviews bring Klaine love, and you all know we all want more of that!

'Til next time!

-Chloe