Kurt had been on edge all week. The fight he'd had with Finn concerning Carole had left him feeling extraordinarily weary. He couldn't sleep, not with Carole starting to get increasingly worse by the day. Knowing that Finn had to be the one to decide when to let his mother get the help she needed was weighing on him since he hated to see people suffer. He knew that Carole needed to go and seek professional help or, worst-case scenario, be admitted for constant care. Finn would never stand for that, and truth be told, he understood his hesitancy. But Finn's feelings on the matter shouldn't hold his mom back from getting treatment seeing as she wasn't going to seek help for herself.
So with a home life worse than ever, Kurt had to work extra hard at keeping his emotions at bay. But with him getting less sleep, worrying about his stepmother and caring for her as well, it was harder for him to keep his façade going.
Unfortunately, bad people tended to notice when you were weak, at your lowest, so that they could take advantage of you. And of course Karofsky was able to sniff him out from a mile away.
Blaine wasn't at school that day. He'd gone to his mother's house while she was at work and was working on moving the rest of his things out. Kurt had offered to skip as well to help him out and he wished that he had when he caught Karofsky's predatory gaze from down the hall.
He'd made the rookie mistake of leaving the relative safety of the classroom to grab his forgotten homework from his locker. Kurt felt frozen, staring right back at Karofsky as if he were a bull about to charge. One step forward from Karofsky thawed him immediately and he turned on his heel, running towards the exit.
A combination of sleep deprivation and malnutrition hindered his getaway and a large meaty hand was clapped down on his shoulder, fingers digging in painfully as he was dragged into the locker room that seemed to be so inconveniently placed.
Karofsky tossed him in, causing Kurt to tumble and flip over the low bench that pulled his legs out from under him, his head colliding with the unforgiving tile floor. His eyes blurred, showing the distorted image of Karofsky, leaning over him menacingly. How had he managed to get himself into this exact same position once again?
"You and Anderson fuck-buddies?" Karofsky sneered, squatting down and placing his knees on either side of Kurt's legs, holding him in place. He then snatched Kurt's wrists and pinned them to the cold floor. "Answer me!" He growled, his face too close.
"N-no." Kurt sputtered, closing his eyes and wishing himself out of the situation.
Karofsky spoke again, this time his voice was much closer, "Somehow, I don't believe you. Not when I saw you two going at it when he freed you from the janitor's closet a couple weeks ago." Kurt opened his eyes, seeing Karofsky's lust blown pupils staring down at him, "I was coming back to let you out, accept my reward from you for being nice enough to give you your freedom when fucking Anderson and Puckerman showed up."
"Karofsky-" Kurt struggled to get away, but he was pinned securely to the floor, "Let me go." He pleaded, wondering why no one was coming into the locker rooms.
"Ah, ah, ah, Hummel." He shook his head, "I'm not letting you go so you can go back to your little boyfriend. Not until you know what a real man feels like." Karofsky's sick grin caused Kurt's stomach to sink in trepidation. The larger boy leaned in and put his mouth onto Kurt's once again and that is when Kurt lost it completely. Adrenaline was pulsing through his veins as he jammed his knee up and into Karofsky's groin. The other boy gasped and fell to the side, giving Kurt an open opportunity to escape. He scrambled to his feet and bolted out the door, his heart going a mile a minute.
Without even thinking where he was going, he ran to his car and immediately sped away from the school, heading out of the area until he reached the shabby motel building that had turned into a second home for him. He let out a shaky breath when he saw the familiar motorcycle propped up outside one of the rooms.
He barely took the time to shut off the engine before he was jumping out of his car and rushing towards the room. Kurt banged on the door, feeling his lungs stretch with his panicked breaths, his eyes burning in a foreign way.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." Blaine's voice filtered through the door. After a moment, the door opened and Blaine's annoyed face morphed into one of concern, "Kurt?"
Kurt felt as if he were having an out of body experience as he fell forward into Blaine's arms, reveling in the warmth and the safety that his embrace promised, "Blaine." He let out an embarrassing whimper as the first tears fell from his eyes. Kurt was too distraught to be shocked about that, his walls had been knocked down completely and it physically hurt to try and hold back the flowing tears.
"Shit, fuck," Blaine cursed, slamming the door shut and pulling Kurt over to the rickety bed in the corner of the room, "Baby, what happened?" He asked, tucking Kurt into his side, "Talk to me, Kurt." His voice was tense, but to his credit, he was being very gentle as well.
Kurt couldn't speak. He couldn't formulate any words for what had just happened and what could have happened. The first time… Kurt had been able to squash any and all feelings regarding the kiss, but for some reason, this was different. The implications of more happening were heavy in that moment and he also had Blaine this time. He had him as more than just a friend, not that he knew what they were supposed to be exactly. But the thought of Karofsky taking the one thing that he could never get back…
The tears just wouldn't stop falling and he could tell that Blaine was worried, scared even, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stop crying. Somehow, the two ended up lying down on Blaine's bed, Kurt curled into Blaine's side while Blaine rubbed Kurt's back and soothingly ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, "Just sleep it off, baby. You'll feel better when you wake up, I promise." Blaine breathed, holding Kurt closer, "I don't know what happened, but I'll be here when you wake up and we'll figure this shit out together."
Kurt nodded, closing his eyes and snuggling his head into the crook of Blaine's neck, breathing in his scent to forget Karofsky's odor, held him tight to banish the feeling of Karofsky's body against his. Without thinking, he spoke three little words before he promptly passed out from emotional and physical exhaustion.
"I love you."
"It's been 84 years…"
Sorry for taking so long in updating this! I hope that everyone is still with me! I'm not abandoning this story! I know this chapter is short, but I hope to get my updates out more regularly. I have three stories that I'm working on, this one included, so it might take a bit for me to update, but I will!
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