A/N: Hello everyone! Here is the sequel to Don't Ever Look Back! I know the first chapter is short, but hopefully the rest will be longer! Please let me know what you think of it!

A/N2: A very big thank you to Emberwillow14 who betaed this for me! You are the best!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Chapter One

It was pitch-black. He couldn't see anything.

He couldn't breathe.

He started to claw and scratch frantically at the force that was steadily pressing into his throat, but there was no relief.

He could feel the body, the erection, pressing against him. He could feel the other's hot breath on his ear and neck.

He distantly realized that he was crying; he could feel dampness flowing down his cheeks.

The other spoke. "Are you going to be a good boy?" It was a low growl that was filled with lust and power.

He had no choice. If he didn't agree, he would die.

He really didn't want to die. Not here, not now.

Not like this.

He nodded. Immediately the pressure on his throat disappeared. He gasped desperately for breath, trying to get the much needed oxygen into his lungs past the loud sobs that were now spilling from his lips.

"Please no, please, please, please . . ." he didn't even realize that his gasping sobs had turned into words until he felt a hard smack to his face.

"Shut up!" the other hissed into his ear. "Do not speak unless I say you can!"

He whimpered in response, but otherwise managed to fall into silence.

A large, rough hand was slid inside his pants, touching him, stroking him, groping him. It all felt deceptively gentle.

He was deeply ashamed when he felt his body start to respond to the attention.

"Please stop." It slipped out in a whispered plea before he could reel it in.

The other paused briefly before giving him a painfully tight squeeze.

He cried out in agony before he could contain it.

"What did I tell you about talking?"

He didn't reply, and there was another squeeze.

"Answer me! Kurt!"

He shook his head in fear, whimpers and sobs spilling out of him.

"Kurt!" The other squeezed even harder.

There were hands on his shoulders now, shaking him frantically. But how was that possible, when that huge hand was still in his pants groping him painfully?

"Stop it, Karofsky, please," he managed to gasp out past the pain.


Kurt's eyes snapped open instantly. There was a dark figure looming over him, shaking him.

He screamed, and the figure pulled away.

Kurt sat up and glanced around rapidly, taking in his surroundings. He was in his own bed, in his own dark room; not in some dirty janitor's closet at McKinley High School. The figure was his own father, who was now sitting at the foot of his bed with an expression that was a mixture of fear and worry. It wasn't Karofsky.

He was safe.

A quick glance at the clock on the table beside his bed told Kurt that it was just a little past two in the morning.

"What are you doing down here?" he asked his father softly to break the now awkward silence that filled the air. "It's too early for you to be up still."

Burt moved over closer to his son. "I had to go to the bathroom and heard you crying."

Kurt flushed in embarrassment. "I'm fine, Dad. It was just a bad dream."

"Bullshit, Kurt." His father sounded a little angry, and Kurt winced at the vulgar language. "You were crying and sobbing pretty hard, and begging for someone to stop. For that asshole, Karofsky, to stop."

Kurt wiped at his tear stained cheeks furiously. "It was just a nightmare, Dad. I'll be fine. I'm pretty sure it's normal to have nightmares when . . . this kind of thing happens."

He couldn't even say it out loud.


"Dad, please," Kurt cut his father off wearily. "I'm fine; I'm awake now. Everything is fine. Don't worry, okay? I don't want you to worry."

"I always worry about you kiddo." Burt stood and leaned down to give his trembling son a hug. "Especially after what that guy did to you. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes." Kurt took a deep breath as he hugged his father back. "You should go back to bed; I'm probably just going to go back to sleep."

"I don't know, Kurt. Maybe I should stay down here with you."

"Dad!" Kurt whined softly. "I'm seventeen years old; I do not need you to protect me from nightmares! I'll be fine on my own!"

"If you're sure," Burt still looked doubtful about leaving his son alone, but the glare that Kurt was shooting at him clearly was saying "get out". "I'll just be upstairs if you need me."

"I know." Kurt forced a smile onto his face. "Goodnight, Dad."

"Night, Kurt." Burt slowly made his way back upstairs to his own bedroom.

Once he was sure that his father was back in his own room, Kurt slid out of his bed. It was dark in his bedroom; not as dark as the room in his nightmare, but he still needed to turn on his bedside lamp to be able to make his way across the cold basement. He opened the door to his walk-in closet and turned on the light in there. The jacket he was wearing earlier that day was right where he hung it; the note was still in the pocket.



It had been left in his pocket while New Directions had been performing at Sectionals. He knew who it was from, of course. There was only one person it could be from.


It had scared Kurt, the fact that Karofsky had apparently been at the competition, had been in their green room, had gone through his stuff to leave a note. The content of the note terrified him.

After all, Karofsky had threatened to kill him if he told anyone about the kiss. And after the bullying had escalated to include sexual harassment, Kurt had gone to the principal. Fathers were called, and the whole thing came out in the open. Even his friends knew that it had become sexual.

But that had been a few weeks ago, and this was the first Kurt has heard anything about or from Karofsky since the bully had been expelled.

He read the note again. Of course Karofsky would find a way to ruin one of the happiest days of his life so far.

"I don't want you to worry." He repeated the words he had just spoken to his father. "I don't want anyone to worry."

He hadn't told anyone about the note. Not Mr. Shuester, one of the first people he had told about the harassment. Not any of New Directions. Not his father. Not even Blaine, his new boyfriend. He didn't want to worry any of them. He could take care of himself.

Kurt folded the note up gently and stuck it in his desk. He didn't really think Karofsky would do anything; he thought the other boy was just trying to scare him. But if anything did happen, it was probably best that he keep the note as evidence. Otherwise the note would have been burnt.

He turned off the closet light and slid back into bed with the latest issue of Vogue magazine.

There was no way he was going to fall back asleep again tonight.