I sighed as I checked my phone for messages. Two picture messages from Mercedes, asking which dress I liked best for her cousin's wedding. A text from Rachel, telling me how she'd found the perfect new song for her for Glee club. Some lame joke from Sam. And a text from Brittany – What's the difference between a moose and a deer? I'm really confused. Britt x Nothing from Blaine. I swallowed. Guess he was still pissed at me.

No, I wasn't going to get upset about this. I hadn't done anything wrong. It was just him overreacting. I mean... he didn't really overreact much. But he was definitely overreacting this time. I wasn't taking the blame for him being a total drama queen. I shivered. Damn, it was cold. But my car was out of gas and Finn wouldn't let me touch his baby. Dad and Carole were out of town on a romantic weekend (something I suggested to Dad, obviously – romance wasn't his forte) so I couldn't use either of their cars either. I'd been sent to the store by Finn, Sam and Mike. They were having a 'guy night' and were waiting for Puck to arrive. They'd run out of soda, and none of them wanted to leave the house to go to the store. I didn't want to either but Sam gave me a look...I always was a sucker for puppy-dog eyes.

An icy cold drop of water hit the top of my head suddenly and I cussed under my breath. It was starting to rain, and my jacket didn't have a hood. No way was I getting wet, not in this outfit. There was a short-cut back to my house from here. I bit my lip thoughtfully. I didn't like it very much. It involved a lot of dark alleyways and quiet back streets and I didn't feel safe. But if I didn't take it, I'd get soaking wet. And it was cold. I'd end up sick. Sighing, I turned and started down the short cut.

I stopped halfway down an alley when I heard footsteps, behind me. Oh crap, I thought. Just keep walking, Kurt, keep walking and pretend you don't know that they're there and they'll leave you alone. That seemed like a pretty good idea to me. Just keep walking. Then I heard them speak. "Hey, Lady, I need to talk to you."

True, Coach Sylvester had called me Lady while I was on the Cheerios, but she'd stopped when I asked her. The only other people who called me that were Karofsky and his friends. I swallowed. "I said I need to talk to you, Homo." Karofsky was right behind me. I turned round, swallowing.

"Um... h-hey, David," I said. "H-How are you?"

"I'm fucking pissed off, that's how I am," He spat. "I told you not to tell anybody!"

"I didn't tell anybody," I shook my head. "Well. Not anybody apart from Blaine. I told you that."

"Well you lied," He grabbed my collar and pushed me up against the wall.

"I didn't," I whispered, tears burning my eyes.

"Well, somebody told," He brought his face very close up to mine.

"M-Maybe it was Santana. She knows, right?" I mumbled. "We all know that she loves to gossip..."

"Nah, it wasn't Santana. She and I have a deal. She doesn't tell my secret and I won't tell anyone what I know about her," He said. "I think it was you, Homo."

"It wasn't..." I swallowed.

"It was!" He yelled. Then he took a deep breath and lowered his voice. "D'you remember what I said I'd do if you told anybody?"

I froze. No. Oh, God, no. He wouldn't. He couldn't. I swallowed again. My mouth was suddenly really dry. He shook me, banging my head against the brick wall behind me. "Well do you?" He snarled. I nodded. "Well?"

"Y-You said you'd kill me," My voice was too low to even be a whisper. "B-But... you said you didn't mean it. That-that it was j-just a figure of speech." He chuckled then put his lips very close to my ear.

"I lied," He whispered.

I tried to fight back. But he was so much bigger and stronger than I was. He easily had the fight beaten out of me in seconds. So I did all I could do – took a beating and screamed. It was so quiet, so cut off round here that nobody heard me. I'm going to die... It dawned on me when my knees hit the ground and his foot hit my stomach knocking all the wind out of me. I collapsed onto all fours, coughing and spluttering. A foot on my back got me flat on the ground. My vision blurred and the whole world went fuzzy. I choked out a sob. This was it. I was going to die now. I was actually going to die. I didn't want to die...

"What the fuck man?" A voice that I knew but I couldn't quite put my finger on. A large, warm hand was on my cheek. "Kurt? Kurt, can you hear me, man? It's Puck..."

"Mm..." I managed. The hand left my face and Puck jumped to his feet.

"I swear to God Karofsky, if you don't get out of here in three fucking seconds, I am gonna fuck you up so bad..." He growled. Karofsky ran off pretty quickly and Puck dropped onto his knees beside me again. "Kurt... buddy... I'm um... not really sure what to do, so I'm gonna take you home, okay? Can you walk?"

"I...don't... don't think so," My voice was weak.

"Okay. That's okay... if I hurt you more, just tell me?" He picked me up cautiously in his arms and wrapped my jacket tighter around me. Somewhere between the alleyway and my front door, I went unconscious.

A/N: I'm sorry if at any point I sounded un-American. Mostly because I am un-American. I'm British. If I am awful at American-ness, feel free to help me. Still, I try :D. -.-