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Chapter: A Bloody Good Party

Date: January 27, 2016

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It was two weeks before graduation and Kurt was over the moon as the day came ever closer. He was accepted into four of his schools of choice and just the week prior he had returned his acceptance to the New York School of Fashion and Design. It was not NYADA, but he was still happy that he got into one of his top choices. He had applied to over thirteen schools that had various focuses for him to study whilst there ranging from Business Administration to Mechanical Engineering, Design or Performing Arts. He made sure that he had at least one favored school and one back up for each so that he was ensured a ticket out of Lima, Ohio. He even applied to schools outside of New York in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. He definitely spent more time on his schooling than Rachel. She had taken to literally harassing Madam Tibideaux for a second audition after she choked on her first.

The woman was infamous for being a hardass and taking no crap from anyone. He did not understand why Rachel thought thought that she would be the exception to the rule. Madam Tibideaux had given them critics and invited them both to reapply next year, which was more than could be said for other applicants, so he had was truly dumbfounded as to Rachel's behavior. She was so arrogant as to only apply to NYADA rather than sending in multiple applications to the surrounding schools as well and thus, the fault lie with no one but her. In true Rachel fashion, she refused to see beyond her own overblown ego. In addition to the tiny diva's drama, Finn had become desperate to capture his last moments as a high school student. His latest idea was a joint effort with Puckerman, in that they wanted to host the most 'epic, senior, high school party ever.'

They wanted to host it at the Hudmel residence since Burt and Carol were finally going on their honeymoon that they had been delaying for well over a year, so the house would be with adult supervision. They were totally stoked over the idea of having a blow out party that would set the mood and hopefully, leave behind an untouchable legacy for the years and students to follow them. The details of the party had already been planned down to the last bottle of booze, however the point of contention that remained was when to hold the party. It was almost three hours of debating before the two teens could agree when to have it. There was a three day weekend coming up which would give them just enough time to set everything up, but also give everyone enough time to recover from the alcohol before returning to school for the last week before graduation.

Kurt was, of course, less than enthusiastic. While he had not been harassed all that much since his wardrobe change, he was still a favored target and those neanderthals were the ones that had nearly beaten him to death. How on Earth Finn got the idea that it would even remotely be okay to invite Kurt's abusers into his only sanctuary, the youngest Hummel would never know. He was not too happy with Puck either, considering how they had gotten to know each other over the past few months. They both should have known better, but Finn was insistent and absolutely refused to take the effeminate teen's protests into consideration. After all, it was just a party and both Finn and Puck would be there. It was not like the jocks would do anything with them there as they would supposedly not want to be kicked out of the party. Knowing that he would not be able to get his mulish, taller step-brother to let go of the idea of having at the Hudmel Residence, Kurt demanded to know when the party was going to be and planned to spend that time, possibly the whole night, elsewhere. However, like with all things where Finn is involved, the Frankenteen had mixed up the dates.

Kurt became caught in the middle of a jock party after arriving home from work sweaty, tired and wanting nothing more than a hot shower and early night. He had heard the thumping of the bass from down the street, but he had been hoping against hope that the sinking feeling in his stomach was nothing more than a reaction to his exhaustion. When he pulled into the drive, the music was clear whilst the lyrics were no more than a screech and all at ear bleeding levels of sound. He really wanted to back out of the drive way and just disappear, but he had no recourse. His extra cash was in his room and his emergency credit card did not have a high enough limit to allow him survive throughout the night and most likely a good portion of the next day. Even if he wanted to cut down on his costs, he would still have to go inside the house in order to get a set of clothing, his basic toiletries and of course, his travel sized skin routine items. It was with great reluctance that he pulled into his spot in the garage, turned off the ignition and got out of his baby. He had to stand for several long minutes, breathing carefully as he braced himself for the war that was masquerading as a party inside his house.

With barely contained fear, Kurt entered the house into the slam packed kitchen that boasted a sea of red, over sized, hormone riddled teenagers. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, Kurt was vigorously bounced around the room like a pinball as he attempted to make his way four feet to the basement door that led to his room. Each time he nearly made contact with his door, it seemed as though yet another red painted neanderthal would push, pull, bump him away and he would have to start all over again. It was not until one of the Cheerios entered, that the youngest Hummel was able to sweep beneath their notice long enough to unlock the door and enter his room. He was only going to grab a few things and his extra cash before making a hasty exit, however his speedy getaway was blocked by the hulking form of one David Karofsky looking down on him from halfway up the basement stairs.

Kurt's breath left him in shocked fear for two, utterly important reasons: a) Karofsky was in his house rather than out of state like he was supposed to be and b) they were completely alone in the soundproofed basement. Kurt's first thought was that no one would even be able to hear him scream. His second was to know that even if he did, it was very unlikely that anyone would actually care. They had let him into the house, probably welcomed him with open arms and Kurt was still the resident gay. His brain finally kick started as he sucked in a deep breath of oxygen to his burning, starving lungs. The smaller teen began to inch his way backward as inconspicuously as possible in order to attempt getting to his phone, in his messenger bag on the desk behind him. For one so large, Karofsky was on him before Kurt recognized that he had even needed to react to the possible threat.

The first blow saw blood dripping from his nose and smearing onto the Dior Gray carpet that covered the room. A whimper broke from pale lips at the pain that was coursing through his face before turning into a breathless moan as the male above him slammed his heavy, booted foot into the soft, tender flesh of Kurt's stomach. The effeminate teen curled into himself as new agony blossomed in his abdomen, only to jerk violently as that same foot planted itself mercilessly into his exposed ribcage. The torture continued until the smaller teen was nothing more than a solid mass of pain. From the tips of his disheveled hair to the ends of his pedicured toenails was nothing but a uniform, throbbing nerve of agony for the youngest Hummel. Blood covered the floor from Kurt's nose and mouth where the pain in his stomach had become too much. However, his torment was not done.

In true McKinley style, Karofsky was joined by the other top tier jocks excluding the Cheerios and Puckerman. It seemed that the Jewish jock had made it a point to drive the ladies home since most of them were beyond intoxicated and no one had any desire for another Babygate scandal to finish off their senior year. As for one Finn Hudson, he was once more acting as a sheep and simply following the herd. He was disgusted with what they were doing to Kurt, but just as always, he said nothing because he did not want to be viewed at the same level as the 'Fairy.' He stood by as they stripped Kurt bare, as they tied his hands and feet together before carrying him out of the house to the backyard. From there, he watched as they found a ladder, some more rope and a few tools with which they hung Kurt from a tree in the chilled night air. Blood dripped slowly, steadily from the 'accidental' wounds that had appeared during the short distance from the basement to the back yard.

As Kurt hung, slowly bleeding out in near unconsciousness and agony, the jocks that had gathered began to disperse in order to continue their party. The alcohol flowed even more freely as teens rode the high of their conquest and final retaliation against the disgusting boylover. As to Finn Hudson, once Kurt was out of sight as he returned to the house with the others, the younger teen was also out of mind. He left his stepbrother outside, unknowing and uncaring of the fact that he was dying. With every crimson drop that stained the slowly, greening grass and rich earth beneath, Kurt was one step closer to death's door. With every hour that crept on, the shivers of cold became nonexistent as the Hummel teen began to freeze into hypothermia. With every student that left, Finn became less and less concerned about freeing his younger sibling. By the time morning arrived, Kurt was...

Mrs. Shule whom shared the tree with the Hudmels screamed as she stepped outside her sliding glass door, dropping her cup of scalding hot coffee and uncaring of the burns that came from the hot liquid. The horror before her would remain with her for the rest of her life. Her husband ran around the side of the house, his file bag left in the driveway next to the still locked car as he responded to his wife's terror filled shrieks. He missed the sight at first, his concern for his wife overriding everything else. As soon as he was assured that she was in no immediate danger, he followed her line of sight and felt an instantaneous need to be sick to his stomach as he looked upon the scene of death himself. Once he was able to regain himself enough, he quickly dialed for help, cursing when his shaking fingers made it harder to press the right buttons. The Shules would forever be haunted by the gruesome sight that marred the otherwise perfectly normal, Friday morning.

In the house, a phone rang shrilly with no effect on the blackout drunks that remained. It rang, rang, rang, rang, rang into alcohol deaf ears before falling eerily, finally quiet. The house was silent, the street was silent, and the backyard had returned to solemn, horror filled silence. Silence blanketed it all. Silence. Silent. Silence. Silent.

Sirens.

A/N: I know it been awhile since I have updated this story, but I promise it was never forgotten. I actually rewrote it several times and nothing quite fit the omen I left in the last chapter. I hope this one does it justice as I liked this one the best of them all. Let me know what you all think.

Cheers!

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