A/N: Well, this is the first chapter in what I'm planning on being a series. I hope you guys like it, and feel free to leave reviews! TW in this chapter: Abusive Relationship

Kurt Elizabeth walked down the hallway, faking a smile as he pulled the arms of his sleeves down so they covered the bruises his boyfriend Dave Karofsky had given him the night before. See, Kurt had been forced into the relationship and was too scared of his boyfriend to tell anyone.

Walking up to his boyfriend, he faked a wide smile. "Hey baby!" He said, faking excitement.

Dave turned, wrapping a protective and forceful arm around Kurt, pulling him closer to him. Ignoring the wince, he smirked slightly and started walking down the hallway. "Sleep well?" He asked, knowing Kurt couldn't have with all the bruises he had given the boy with the punches and slaps.

Kurt winced slightly as Dave pulled him close, tensing before forcing himself to relax and lean into the touch. Whimpering at the mention of the night before, he sighed. "Okay, I guess." He said, shrugging. Sighing in relief when they reached the choir room, he ducked out of Dave's tight hold.

Dave turned to him, pulling Kurt into a forceful kiss. Kurt forced himself to kiss back slightly, before pulling away and walking into the choir room before making his way to the back right corner where no one sat. He just wanted to be alone. Smiling as he checked his phone and was reminded it was Friday, he sighed in relief at the thought that he was away from Dave for the night since Burt insisted that Friday night family dinner wasn't for significant others.

Getting lost in his own thought, he startled up when the bell rang. Grabbing his bag, he headed for his locker and grabbed his keys and wallet. Trying to avoid Dave, he ran to his car and got in. Heading home, he walked in and smiled at his dad. Walking to the kitchen, he threw over his shoulder that he was going to start dinner.

Walking into the kitchen, he got out everything he would need to cook. Rolling up his sleeves, he washed his hands before starting to cook his personal favorite, eggplant lasagna. Calling Burt in after a while, he put the lasagna on the table with a smile, forgetting his sleeves were rolled up and the bruises, 'love marks' according were Dave, were out for the world to see.

Burt walked in, sitting and getting some lasagna. It wasn't until Kurt had gotten his own and sat that he noticed that Kurt's sleeves were rolled up and his son's arms were covered in bruises. "Kurt, what happen?"