A note from the last chapter. David always seems quieter than Wes, so I thought that I'd bring that into the light, giving him a reason, and showing the awesome bromance of Wevid.

"Please!" Coach Beiste exclaimed. "My only kicker is out for the rest of the season, and I've been told that you can make it every time. Please, Kurt."

Kurt shifted uncomfortably. He really wanted to help Beiste out, and Coach Sue had said that she would allow him to be on the football team while remaining on the Cheerios (Something about showing off the newly elected head cheerleader in every light). He was just scared.

"Look," Beiste said in a tone of compromise, "I'm not going to let the other guys mess with you. Sue would kill me if anything happened anyway; heaven forbid something happen to the head cheerleader before nationals, congrats on the promotion by the way. You don't have to change or shower with the boys. I'll give you a key to the locker rooms; you can come in before and leave after, just lock up. Please, we have a shot at winning our own nationals, but only with you."

"Well," Kurt started slowly, "It would give people less of a reason to hate me. Okay."

"Okay?" Beiste was shocked that this hail mary plan actually worked.

"Okay. I will do it, but only if you give me your word that I can have a key. You have to shake on it."

"It's a deal," Beiste replied immediately, extending her had to meet his in a firm shake.

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Everyone was cheering as they entered the locker room. They had won the national game by one point, a field goal kicked by Kurt. The team even seemed to appreciate Kurt for once. They didn't give him a friendly slap on the shoulder like they did to each other; 'wouldn't want to catch the gay,' Kurt thought, slightly annoyed; but they did give him friendly smiles without anger behind them.

Kurt entered the lone cubical in the locker room that still had its door on the hinges, locking it behind him. It was habit, and he preferred it this way. The guys would shower and change, and when they left, Kurt would take his turn. The guys preferred it because they knew Kurt wasn't going to "check them out." Kurt liked it because if he waited in the cubical, he could escape the hurtful words that were still thrown at him, despite Beiste's assurances.

Kurt unlocked the stall and started the shower as he heard the last set of footsteps leave the locker room. He closed his eyes as he rinsed the sweat and grime off of his body. Nationals for Cheerios were in three weeks, and Kurt visualized the routine as he washed. When the routine in his head was complete, he turned off the water and put a towel around his waist.

He nearly screamed when he turned around. Karofsky was there, digging in his locker. 'Okay,' Kurt thought, 'maybe I can make it back to the stall and he won't see me.' His hopes were dashed as Karofsky turned his way, eyes growing wide.

"Hummel…Kurt." Dave spoke softly, eyes not leaving Kurt.

Kurt was scared. If something happened, there would be no one to help; the point of the key was to let Kurt be alone. Kurt didn't even pretend to be brave. He knew from experience that that only led to bigger bruises. Instead, he skipped right to pleading. "Please, please don't come near me! Don't touch me. Beat me up, cut me, I don't care, but please don't touch me! Please." He chanced a glance at Karofsky, and couldn't believe his eyes.

Karofsky was sitting against the lockers with tears in his eyes. "Hummel, I'm so, so sorry for what I did to you. I know you hate me, and you have every right to, but just know that I'm sorry, and that I'm not who I used to be. I never thought that what I did would scar you like that; I thought it would go away."

At this moment, Kurt looked down to see his chest still revealed. Quickly, he threw a towel over himself. "These cuts didn't hurt nearly as badly as…as the other things." Kurt looked away from Karofsky's eyes, afraid to find them filled with lust again.

Karofsky, however, just cried harder. "Is there anything that I can do? Anything to make it right?" He was pleading with his eyes, but Kurt didn't care.

"No. There is nothing that you can do that can fix this. You physically and sexually assaulted me multiple times, and nothing you can say or do could possibly fix that." On that note, Kurt dressed in the stall, gathered his things, and left, leaving Karofsky to cry.

There is going to be more, I promise, but I need reviews for ideas because I'm slowly running out. I really like this little universe that I created, so please help me continue it.