The best thing that happened to Kurt Hummel was Blaine. Everything about Blaine was perfect; his hazel eyes, his dark curly hair, his charming smile, his voice- damn, the boy could sing. His hands were soft, he wasn't too tall, in fact the perfect height, in Kurt's opinion. Of course, Kurt knew nothing about his fashion sense yet, due to the fact that he was always in his Dalton Academy uniform.

The best thing about Blaine really was that he made Kurt feel good. Each time they'd been near each other, Kurt's heart beat faster in a good way. He found himself smiling more than he'd been lately. Every time he received a text from Blaine, he felt a rush of excitement and couldn't help grinning.

Although, a problem existed in Kurt's life that kept him from being happy for too long: Dave Karofsky. This idiotic football player seemed to have made it his mission to make Kurt's life a living hell. It was so hard to deal with every single day. The attacks were more vicious and violent than before. He felt like an outsider. Blaine had told Kurt to be strong, stand up to the bully. It didn't seem easy.

Inside of his locker, Kurt hung Blaine's school photo. It made him feel good just to see Blaine's face. Each time he opened his locker, a smile spread across his face.

Courage

Without the slightest warning, Kurt felt a hard shove, then the metal of the lockers against his face. He didn't even have to look to know it was Karofsky. It had become so redundant it was hardly unexpected.

He swallowed and thought of Blaine.

"Stand up to him. Let him know he can't push you around."

"Hey!" Kurt yelled. He ran down the hall after Dave Karofsky all the way to the boy's locker room. He shoved the door opened. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

"The girl's locker room is across the hall," Karofsky said.

"What is your problem!" Kurt took a step closer to the much large football player.

"I don't want you in here trying to look at my junk," Karofsky spat.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, every straight man's nightmare."

"I'm warning you, homo," Karofsky said, snarling.

"Hit me!" Kurt exclaimed, "You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"

"Do NOT push me!"

Kurt put his face inches from Karofsky's, pointing his index finger and nearly touching the football player, "Your just a scared little boy who can't face how exceptionally ordinary you are!"

Karofsky grabbed Kurt's face with both his hands. Kurt expected pain, he clenched his eyes shut tight. But instead, he felt Karofsky's lips on his. Without meaning to, or even thinking about it, Kurt's mouth gaped open in shock. Hardly hesitating, Karofsky shoved his tongue in Kurt's mouth. Kurt tried to jerk away.

Finally, Karofsky pulled away. He stared at Kurt.

Still shocked, scared, and disgusted, Kurt held his hands tight close to his chest.

Then, Karofsky tried to kiss him again, but Kurt shoved him away. For a moment, Karofsky looked hurt. He slammed his fists into the lockers and faced Kurt again. Kurt was just thankful Karofsky hadn't hit him yet.

He was still paralyzed with fear, stuck on the spot, as Karofsky looked at him and stepped forward again. He forced Kurt against the locker. Tears escaped Kurt's eyes as Karofsky kissed him again; this time harder, more lust filled.

Karofsky tore away. "I thought you'd enjoy this, fag," Karofsky said roughly.

"Please, just…" Kurt whimpered. He turned his head away from Karofsky, "stop."

Karofsky shook his head. "No, Hummel," he leaned close to Kurt's neck, "I just think you're too pretty."

More tears leaked out of Kurt's eyes. He was trembling, eyes clenched tightly shut.

"Glee Club…" Kurt mumbled, "I'll be late. They'll come looking for me…"

"No one will ever think you're in here," Karofsky said, smirking just a little. He shook Kurt. "Why don't you look at me when I talk to you?"

"Why are you doing this?" Kurt cried.

"I like you, Hummel," Karofsky said.

"This isn't the way to let someone know," Kurt said, before he could stop himself. He suppressed a sob.

"You're not in the position to tell me what to do," Karofsky said. "I still seem to have you exactly where I'd like you. I'll let you go, Hummel, if you do one little thing for me."

Kurt didn't speak.

"You kiss me and I'll let you go," Karofsky whispered.

What if he refused? What worse could happen? Kurt thought of at least three things that were much scarier than just…

"Okay," Kurt murmured.

Karofsky let go of Kurt.

For some horrific reason. Kurt didn't run for it. He slowly, very slowly, still arguing with himself, pressed his lips to Karofsky's. He quickly pulled away. He avoided eye contact, feeling entirely disgusted with himself.

Karofsky didn't give a verbal, nor a physical response. He simply turned and left, leaving Kurt horrified.

"Hi, Kurt," Blaine smiled, meeting him at the doors of McKinley High. Door that were beginning to be too much for Kurt to bear.

"Thank you for coming," Kurt said in a small voice. It had been nearly thirty minutes since his encounter with Karofsky. He had sank to the floor of the locker room and cried.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, concern all over his beautiful features.

"I-I stood up to the bully," Kurt said.

"What happened?" Blaine said quietly.

"He...shoved me like usual," Kurt whispered. "I went after him and yelled at him. Then, he…kissed me. He tried to do it again, but I pushed him away. He pinned me against the locker and kissed me again. I was scared… He told me…he said he liked me and that…that I was pretty. He asked me to kiss him…"

"You didn't…did you?" Blaine asked, looking heart broken.

"I had to," Kurt said, tears back in his eyes. "I was terrified that he was going to do something much worse if I didn't…"

"This is my fault," Blaine said, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I had no idea…"

"Blaine, please," Kurt said quietly. He shut his eyes, "Just…"

Without hesitation, Blaine put his arms tight around Kurt. Tears streaming down his face, Kurt hugged Blaine back.

Even a hot, hot shower couldn't wash away the disgust. He felt dirty; not the good kind of dirty that made him blush- the filthy, nasty dirty. Karofsky had stolen his first real, meaningful kiss. Then, forced him to give away his first kiss to someone to him. He had been afraid for everything else that could be stolen, even for his life. It was all so wrong.

No difference could be told between the tears and the water. He let himself cry his heart out. He wasn't going to cry in front of his father. His father was going for enough. He didn't want to burden him with another problem that was caused by his son being gay.

The water began to go cold. He knew he'd been in the shower to long, even for him. He hadn't washed and conditioned his hair nor used his usual rose-scented body wash. He'd stood there for nearly an hour, crying.

It was time to straighten up. He shut off the water and dressed quickly. He went down to his room, soon to be his and Finn's room. For now, he enjoyed the privacy. He sat on his bed with his legs pinned to his chest, feeling sick and vulnerable.

"Kurt?" his father called.

"Yes," Kurt replied.

"Can I come down?"

"Of course, Dad," Kurt said softly.

"I just wanted to tell you goodnight," his father poked his head in the door. "I love you, Kurt."

"Dad…" Kurt began, "I…I love you too…"

As soon as the door clicked shut, Kurt buried his face in his hands.

"Why weren't you at Glee?"

Kurt moved his locker back to see Mercedes looking very un-amused.

He shook his head, "I got really sick. I didn't feel up to it."

She clearly didn't buy it, but decided, since Kurt was wearing the same shoes he'd worn the day before something was clearly wrong and she wouldn't push it. "Well, don't let me catch you skippin' out again, okay?"

Kurt nodded.

"See you at lunch," she smiled.

He returned the smile with much force. Before shutting his locker and turning away, he looked at Blaine's picture and felt his heart warm just a little bit.

Then, the familiar sensation of slamming into metal filled him. Karofsky was staring at Kurt as he walked away. Tears filled his eyes. Had he honestly expected any different?