A/N: Okay, here's part 2 - hope it's not to off putting that it was broken up the way it is.

"Why..Jake, why are you bruised?" Kurt whispered, his eyes moving across the body in front of him, steadily fixated on the slight yellow and purple patches against the other boy's skin.

"I - they aren't bad bruises. They're just from my Dad, it's not a big deal, I'm sure you have some too." Jake said with a small laugh, brushing off Kurt's hands. Kurt's eyes snapped to his.

"From your Dad? Why would I have bruises? Jake, does your Dad...does he hurt you?" Kurt stuttered out carefully, afraid of Jake's answer.

"Hurt me? Of course not! He loves me Kurt, they're there because he loves me." Jake said, getting off of Kurt and grabbing his shirt from the floor. He was pulling it on and haphazardly buttoning it back up while Kurt slowly sat up on the bed.

"Jake, you shouldn't have bruises if he loves you. They aren't in...normal places. Are...are you a virgin?" Kurt asked, gently taking Jake's hand in his own.

"They are normal, Kurt. That's normal. Me and my Dad are NORMAL. And why does that matter?" Jake snapped, pulled his hand away as he finished with his shirt. He walked across the room to his desk and sat in the chair, staring at Kurt.

"Jake, you can tell me anything, you know that. Just, please tell me. How does your dad show you that he loves you? I won't judge you, no matter what you say, just be honest."

"He just...he loves me. Does your Dad not love you?" Jake whispered.

"He can't love me, he's dead now." Kurt replied stiffly, standing up quickly from the bed. "I think maybe I should go home."

"What? Kurt, when?" Jake spoke with a shocked tone. It couldn't be true, Kurt's dad had came to the school last week and visited the two Dalton bound Hummels, he'd only been introduced to Burt quickly one day before class and immediately liked the man. He was perfectly healthy, he couldn't possibly be gone. Things like that didn't happen to good people.

"Tuesday night. I was going to tell you about his heart attack, but I didn't want to bother you." Kurt whispered as he wiped away a stray tear on his quickly stood and crossed the room to stand in front of Kurt.

"I'm so sorry, you wouldn't have bothered me, you're my best friend. Kurt, I - I didn't mean to hurt you, please don't cry. " Jake pleaded, wiping as more tears fell from Kurt's eyes.

"I'm sorry for not telling y-you. I - I just..I just couldn't." Kurt hiccuped as Jake tugged him down to rest on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the crying boy.

"I miss him so much." Kurt whispered against Jake's neck, pulling him closer as he cried harder.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay. You're going to be okay, I promise. I know you don't believe in God or heaven, but if it does exist, your Dad is there. I didn't know him for along time or all that well, but he was a good guy and a great dad." Jake said, rubbing his hands down Kurt's spine, trying to give him any possible comfort. Jake led them back down to sit on the bed and held Kurt as he cried, when the small sobs died down Kurt pulled away from his shoulder, wiping at the tear streaks that were now dry on his face.

"Thank you." Kurt whispered with a chaste kiss to Jake's jaw.

You don't need to thank me for anything. Come here." Jake said, pulling Kurt's face closer so their lips were barely touching.

"I don't want to see you upset, even though you're still gorgeous when you cry." He continued with a smile, causing a small grin to form on Kurt's face.

"I would do anything for you, Kurt. I don't know why, we've only been friends for a few weeks, but I would."

"Then be honest with me, what do you and your dad do?" Kurt asked, fear rising in his stomach over the potential answers he could hear.

"My Dad loves me, he says he loves me so much he can't describe with words, that he needs to show me. I, um, I'm not a virgin." Jake spoke quietly, barely loud enough to hear. Kurt's fingers tightened their grasp on Jake, his head shaking.

"He can't do that to you. That's illegal, Jake. It's wrong. HE is wrong. Oh my god, J. The things you've probably had to do to him, ugh. Does he force you? Is that's why there's bruises?" Kurt gritted through his teeth, the anger was boiling underneath his skin, he was almost shaking with it.

"Sometimes when I'm out of line, but he makes me feel good most of the time too. He loves me, it's normal to show people you love them."

"Fathers and sons don't have sex to show love, Jake! That's what..couples do! Did he tell you it was normal?" Kurt exclaimed, unbelieving that a father could manipulate his son this much. Jake paused, his thoughts drifted back to the first time George had ever touched him. He always told him that it was normal to do what they had, normal to touch someone so intimately, then the incident with Alex. Did his father lie to him all these years, just to have Jake all for himself?

"Kurt, did he lie to me?" Jake whispered brokenly, staring into the piercing blue eyes in front of him.

"We can get you help, J. We'll call the cops, they'll take you away from here. You don't deserve this. You don't." Kurt replied, grabbing Jake's hands in his own.

"My mom may even let you stay at Dalton, board there for the rest of the year. Or maybe you could stay with us, just as long as you're not here with him."

"Kurt, he's my Dad. I love him, he lo-"

"Don't say that he loves you. He obviously doesn't, or he wouldn't be fucking you. He'd be acting like a normal father and trying to protect you from creeps like him. I know he's your Dad, but please. You can't stay here, he already keeps you locked up like a little house pet. What if he stops letting you go to school? Then I won't know if you're okay, I can't do that J. I care about you, a lot."

"I care about you too, Kurt." Jake whispered.

"Then humor me, a little at least? One meeting with a cop, my mom knows a detective. We could just ask what to do, say it's a friend of ours and that we're concerned. Okay? Please, Jake." Kurt pleaded, tugging Jake even closer to rest their foreheads together again. Jake's eyes shifted up to Kurt's. He rolled his lips into his mouth, a nervous habit of his.

"Just one?"

"At least, yeah. Just so you understand how serious this is." After Kurt finished speaking, a long paused silence sat in the room.

"Fine, one meeting."

"Really? Thank you!" Kurt exclaimed, claiming Jake's lips with his own.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He punctuated with a kiss with every word. Jake smiled lightly into the kisses.

"You're my best friend."

"You're mine too." They spoke between kisses.

"Have I ever told you about Blaine?"

Another A/N: So, I appreciate anyone telling me what they thought or any pointers that any of you have. Sorry for killing off Burt, but there was sacrifices made for the plot of the story. I already have chapter 8 written and finished, it isn't as long as chapter 7, but I'm waiting until next week to post to give me some time to catch up on school and writing this fic. School has just been hectic and sorry for not updating sooner - thanks for all of you who've decided to keep reading this fic even though it contains graphic material. I appreciate it, but understand if you can't read any longer for your own reasons. Thanks :)