He stumbled forward, tripping and almost tumbling to the ground, but catching himself on a bar. He ducked under to hide himself from view. Kurt took shallow breathes as to not hurt his ribs. He dropped down behind the football bleachers, not even caring about the mud he was getting on his jeans.

"Come on, faggy boy. Since we don't want you to infect the hockey team, let's bring you to the football field."

Dragging, his already sore limbs dragging against the ground as they pulled him by the collar to the field. Somehow, someway, His luck continued to be bad as no teachers appeared. They had hurt him, badly. Punches, and once he couldn't stand anymore and dropped to the ground, kicks. He tried to fight back. He felt like he caused at least one of them infertility when he kicked him, and another had at least the beginning of a black eye from the punch Kurt threw.

Laughter, laughter filled his ears as he banged into a locker when they turned the corner. Pain erupted on the shoulder blade where he hit, leaving another bruise. He whimpered, the first noise he had made during the entire ordeal. He felt the grass of the field under him. More pain. More punching. More kicking. He didn't know how long it happened. He was somewhere else. He felt the addition of pain stop and he opened his eyes.

Alone. He was alone now. He couldn't let his friends see him. It would kill them. Makeup. But first, hide from view.

So now he was under the bleachers, but he wasn't hidden enough.

"Oh my god."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. He begged and pleaded in his mind for it not to be any of his friends. No homophobes either. Not a teacher. He fliched as a heavy hand was placed on his shoulder, and the weight disapearred as the person noticed. He opened his eyes. He recognized the man, slightly.

Anthony Rashad. Mercede's one date beau. He had tried to convince her to go out with him again, but she insisted that although it was fun, she didn't need a man in her life right now. He let it go. How ironic. Hopefully this man was not homophobic. He doubted it though. Mercedes would have told him so.

"Come on. Let's get you to the nurse." Rashad slipped his arm around the middle of Kurt's back, forcing him to his feet. Kurt groaned. "I know, I'm sorry. The nurse will give you painkillers." Rashad muttered.

"No nurse." he croaked out, throat dry for some reason. Anthony blinked.

"Kurt, you should see yourself. You can barely stand, and your face and neck are covered in bruise, not to mention your arms, and your lip is bleeding. We need to get you to the nurse." Anthony forced him to move forward, ignoring his protests, "I've never seen anything like this." he whispered, probably not meaning for Kurt to hear. Kurt stumbled forward, but Anthony caught him.

"No nurse." Kurt repeated, planting his feet on the ground. Anthony attempted to move him, but when he realized it was just hurting him more, he stopped.

"Then what do you want to do? The ER?" Anthony asked skeptically.

"Nothing, I just want to go home." Kurt leveled him with a death glare that was extraordinarily weak compared to his normal glare.

"Well, I would, but I've had football injuries and it looks like atleast one of your ribs are broken." Rashad gave him a look that informed him he should tell the truth, "Does it hurt to inhale fully?" Kurt avoided his gaze, "Thought so. Come on." he swung Kurt up into his arms as the other boy yelped from both surprise and pain.

"Rashad! What the hell! You just said he could have had a broken rib and you swing him around like that!" Azimio appeared from the shadows, "Put him down and let him walk. We can support him." Rashad looked embarresed for a moment at realizing his mistake, but complied to Azimio's demand.

"We need to take him to the nurse." Rashad told to Azimio who agreed.

"No!" Kurt objected futiely. "I'm fine!"

"Please, your girl will kill me if I don't bring you to the nurse." Azimio started leading him back to school with Rashad's help. "Crazy woman." he mumbled under his breath.

"Mercedes?" Rashad questioned, catching on to what he was talking about, he looked to Kurt. What a good way to distract him. "How is she?"

"Fine." Azimio cut in before Kurt could answer, throwing daggers with his eyes at Rashad. "You two went out at one point, right?"

"Well, I'd barely call what they had dating. Merci didn't need a man in her life then." Kurt intervened, sensing some anger going between the two boys, not to mention a lot of jealousy. Plus, hey, maybe if he distracted them, they would forget about the whole crazy nurse idea.

"Kurt!"

Well there goes that plan. Quinn spotted him from the parking lot as they came around the front of the school. She ran over to them, Artie wheeling in behind her.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Quinn breathed, reaching a hand out towards Kurt's face, but stopping herself from touching him.

"Don't know, I found him under the bleachers like this." Anthony explained.

"What happened?" Artie asked the question they were all thinking.

"Some stupid neanderthals caught me alone in the hallway." And that's all he had to say.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you." Blaine mumbled, running his hand through Kurt's hair. They (and the entirety of the New Directions, Wes, David, Rashad, Azimio, Dave, Burt, Carole, and surprisingly enough, two very livid Dads of Rachel Berry) were sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting for the results of Kurt's x-ray to return.

"It's okay." Kurt assured him.

"No it's not." Burt grunted from across the room, but having already been begged by Kurt to wait until they were out of the hospital to talk about it, shut up.

"Well, probably thanks to Anthony it is." Kurt nodded to the boy across the room, who nodded back.

"Yeah, we're so lucky you found him Anthony." Mercedes, next to him, grinned at him. Sam and Kurt shared a panicked look from across the room, still on the same team. Both wanting Mercedes to be happy, and Azimio turned into a whipped puppy that wouldn't be rude anymore.

"Yeah, but I also have to thank Azimio, who distracted me from the pain." Kurt blurted, while the other guy turned his surprised face to him.

"No problem man." Azimio stated unsurely. That just added to the awkward feel of the room. The problems?

Mercedes sat between Azimio and Anthony, while both boys glared at each other.

Kurt lay sprawled across Blaine's lap in a way that made Blaine slightly...uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to tell his boyfriend about that, especially when he was injured, but comfortable.

Sam and Dave sat directly across from one another, staring holes into each other's shoes.

Brittany fawned over Kurt, while Santana got increasingly jealous next to her.

Leroy, Hiram, Burt, and Puck all looked like they were about to murder someone.

Wes and David awkwardly sat next to Blaine, basically the only person they knew in the room.

Mike stared at Tina, who stared at Artie, who stared at Quinn, who stared out the window.

Rachel and Finn stared googly eyes at each other, then stared guiltly back at Kurt, switching between the two every few seconds.

Carole bawled her eyes out, clutching on to Burt for comfort.

Lauren was, well, basically the only one who was just doing something normal, picking at her nails and waiting for the results of the x-ray.

Yeah, it was about as fun as you'd expect it to be.

"This sucks." Kurt moaned. It turned out Anthony was right when he said he had a broken rib, only one though. That meant no dancing in Glee for a few weeks, wearing a really tight bandage across his chest, and taking pain medicine when necessary. Other than that though, he was a little bruised and scratched, but ultimatley unscathed.

"You just have to be careful." Blaine soothed, helping his boyfriend into bed. Kurt grumbled something unintelligable. He had already given his Dad the names of the guys who attacked him, and his Dad was calling the school.

They would be expelled tomorrow.

At least one good thing came out of this.

R & R. Sorry, I'm not one for really bad fight scenes. No gory or pain for me. So, Mercimio or erm...Anthocedes...? Rashones? And some of you commented on it. I don't like Tike, but I do have plans for Mike. I just can't decide whether I want Artina or Quartie...Tina/Artie or Quinn/Artie, so for those of you who commented on it, yeah, there was a little somethin' somethin' going on there last chapter, so I'm letting you decide, Mercimio or Anthocedes? Artina or Quartie? Check out the poll on my profile. P.S. Thanks to Kaileychicago who let me know about the very obvious divider things I was missing when I edited my document online.