"You went tattling to your boyfriend, but I'm going to make sure that you don't tell anyone else," Karofsky said, his voiced laced with anger as he kicked Kurt in the side repeatedly.

"I won't tell anyone," Kurt managed to plead in between kicks. He tried to move his hands to protect himself. He felt pain shoot through his arm as Karofsky's kick landed there instead. He started to beg for the bully to stop, but the next kick landed on his ribs behind his arm knocking the breath from him.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" came a shout.

To Kurt's relief, the kicking came to an end as Karofsky ran off. Kurt curled up in a ball, still moaning with pain. He just wanted the pain to end. And then he felt hands on him and he stiffened up, expecting the worse.

"Please don't," he pleaded, still curled in a ball. "I won't tell anyone."

"Kurt it's okay. It's just me," Finn said softly to Kurt before looking over his shoulder. "Go get a teacher or someone and call for an ambulance," he called to Puck who was hurrying toward him.

"I won't tell anyone. Please, just stop," Kurt continued to plead, tears starting to roll down his pale cheeks.

"Kurt, it's Finn. You're safe," Finn said again, lowering his voice again as he turned his attention back to Kurt.

Wanting to do something to comfort his hurting classmate, Finn reached out and carefully pulled him into his arms. "You're safe," he said again, Kurt's head now against his chest as he supported his neck with his arm. He could hear the short, shallow breaths his classmate was taking as well as the wince of pain with everyone. "Just relax," Finn said, still trying to calm him.

"Finn?" Kurt asked, as if realizing the quarterback was there for the first time.

"Yeah. I've got you Kurt, and help is on the way," Finn assured him.

"Tell my Dad I love him," Kurt requested, getting the words out around his labored breathing.

"You can tell him that yourself."

"If I can't, I need you to," Kurt insisted.

"Hey, no talking like that," Finn said, placing the hand he wasn't using to support the other teen against Kurt's pale cheek as he felt Kurt relaxing against him even as he struggled to breath.

"I'm tired of everything. I just want some peace," Kurt said, his voice lower than before. "I just wish Karofsky wasn't the only guy who ever kissed me," he managed to get out as his eyes closed.

"Kurt, keep your eyes open for me," Finn pleaded, scared that if Kurt closed his eyes he wouldn't open them again. Though he wanted to ask what Kurt had meant about Karofsky he knew that now wasn't the time. "Kurt, come on. You need to fight."

Kurt slowly opened his eyes again. "You'll stay with me?"

"I will but you need to hang on until the paramedics get here, okay?"

"I'll try," Kurt promised.

Wanting to give Kurt something to focus on Finn started talking about his school day, his anxious gaze never leaving the smaller teen's face.