My phone rang loud and insistent, it was Kurt's ring tone. I had been waiting for him to call me all day. Ever since he transferred to Dalton I rarely saw him.

"Carsey," he sobbed into the phone. He sounded broken and lost making me very worried.

"Kurt what is it? What's wrong?"

"'Blaine. He... he raped me Carsey! I told him I didn't love him and he..." A fresh wave of sobs met my ears and I saw red. That Bobby... Blake...whatever was going to get it.

A new voice began to speak. "Mr. Hummel, this is Headmaster Lyndon, your brother is going to Westerville Hospital for exams and questioning if you want to..."

"I'll be there." I interrupted him and hung up. Oh, I was overly pissed off. No one hurts my baby brother/ boyfriend and gets away with it. We had been dating since his first weekend back from Dalton. After a year of feelings I had kissed him, he kissed back just as hard. So far our relationship had been a secret. And I know it's only been three months but I was already looking for an engagement ring. It had to be perfect.

KCKCKCKC

"No, no I won't answer anything without my brother here," I told the detectives for the umpteenth time. I tried to get up but the stinging in my backside stopped me. "Carson where are you?"

Suddenly the door burst open and in stormed my personal angel. Carson laid on the bed next to me and pulled me to him. "I'm here Kurtie," he whispered.

"Are you ready to tell us what happened Mr Hummel?" asked one of the detectives, Ryder, I think.

"Yes," I said trying to steady myself. I told them how I had been decorating Pavorotti's casket when Blaine came in. How he had confessed his love and tried to kiss me, and how I had refused him. And finally how he had pinned me to the table and taken me. By the end I was sobbing into Carson's shirt, barely noticing everyone else leave us alone.

"It was supposed to be you." I sobbed. " I was almost ready to give myself to you but now..."

His hands stroked my back. "Shhh Kurtsie you still can. You are a virgin until you say you're not. You can give me your heart and soul, that's all I need."

I looked up at him and blushed; his word skills always managed to make me do that. " I love you," I said.

"You, Kurt Elijah Hummel are my heart. You make me feel things I never thought I could feel. I love you. And I would love your presence at Breadstix tomorrow night then a quiet movie night in our room."

"Yes, Carson Phillip Hummel, my love. I accept."

KCKCKC

"Kurt...Kurt." Jeff and Nick called as they ran to my locker.

"Oh, hey Niff," I said. I put away my books and headed to my dorm. Once there I began to thumb through my closet. For once in my life I had no idea what to wear.

"If the love of your life asked you to dinner what would you wear?" I asked them as they came in.

"Oooooh, spill Hummel. Who's the hunk?" Jeff said. He sat on my bed and kicked off his shoes. Nick followed suit. "Oh, and wear your black tux and a bow tie," he added.

Knowing they would not leave me alone until I gave the details. I told them everything ( leaving out certain facts of course.) I even told them that I felt something big was going to happen tonight.

"Do you think he'll propose?" Nick asked, well more like squealed.

" We're only 17," I pointed out. But hey a guy could hope couldn't he?

"Long engagement," Jeff offered.

I looked at the clock. "Oh Gaga. I only have four hours to get ready!"

"Go to it," they said in unison and left.

Looking in my mirror I took a deep breath. What if Carson did propose? How would we hide that?