The windy mid-October evening found the Warblers scattered about Blaine's room doing various types of homework. The room was silent as they worked various papers scattered between Nick and Jeff as they worked on a Literature project. Kurt's notebook was open to a complicated formula for Physics that he was frowning at like it was something vile. David had finished his homework an hour ago, being head of their graduating class and a bit of an overachiever that added more to the throngs of people who disliked the black boy. He currently had Pride and Prejudice open, his chin resting in his palm as he read.

"David..." Blaize chuckled softly realizing finally that David was half way through the book. "We don't have to read that until next year."

"So, doesn't mean I cant get a head start. I've already read Anne of Green Gables and Little Women." He shrugged gently.

"Dude. That's chick Lit. You sure you're straight?" Nick asked, not looking up from the book he was writing definitions from.

"We wouldn't mind letting you in on some of our rendezvous~" Jeff froze, his eyes flying to Kurt's face. Talking about or engaging in any sort of sexual occurrences had become taboo amongst the group of 6 but Kurt seemed to pay the boys no heed as he frantically erased a problem and started over.

Kurt's mind, only half listening to the other boys in the room, was replaying, for the twelfth time that day, the events of the night exactly two weeks ago. "Ug!" He threw down his notebook and flung himself down on his back on the floor with a frustrated growl. "I wish I could just kill them!" He stated out loud at random.

Nick and Jeff froze in their work, David looking up from his book as Blaize set aside his Algebra notebook with a frown. "I mean I know that would be illegal and last time was an accident..."

"But now.." Nick stated looking at Jeff before turning his attention back to Kurt.

"But now," Jeff continued, "It'd be justified. To us it'd be justified anyways."

Kurt sighed and lifted up his notebook. "I can't concentrate. Come help me please?" Nick and Jeff looked delighted to abandon their project to help him, plopping themselves simultaneously on either side of him with bright grins.

Blaize looked over at Blaine, who had been silent the whole night. "Bro you okay?" David looked up from his book before setting it aside to stand and sit next to their "leader" draping a long dark skinned arm across his shoulders.

"He's kind of got that look Blaize."

"I most certainly do not have a look!" Blaine looked like a ruffled chicken as he tried to shove David off of him.

"Oh! You're right David." Blaize grabbed his younger brother's arm and tried looking him in the eye.

"He's got that bad-ass Blaine has a bad-ass idea look." David chuckled examining Blaine's face.

Frustrated, Blaine rolled his eyes and let the two chatter as he turned his attention to Jeff and Nick's attempts to help Kurt. The latter rolled his eyes and looked up, catching Blaine's gaze. One thing was evident in both sets of eyes. Plans were being churned for revenge.

Blaine Anderson was never one to brag but Kurt believed he had every right to watching him play baseball with some of the other boys on a Friday afternoon. It was two hours before they were permitted to leave Dalton and go home for the Halloween weekend and the Warblers, minus Kurt and plus a few others, had decided to play some ball. Included in this group were two of the men, Blaine instantly realized from the murderous look in Kurt's eyes, were there that night.

Blaine's form was perfect, his swing hard and powerful, sending two balls two hundred meters to the fence and beyond into the outlying forest. Kurt marveled at the way Blaine's arms flexed in a delicious motion every time he swung the bat, his shoulder muscles bunching as he readied himself for another swing. Kurt watched as the sweat from Blaine's tousled dark curls dripped down his neck, slithering it's way down between his shoulder blades to curl along his spine and down into the dip at his lower back. Kurt wanted to know where exactly the drop had gone when an image flashed in his mind.

The image came quicker than the time it took for the bat to connect with the ball and Kurt could see Blaine's powerful swing dropping one of the football sized boys, his body completely lifeless. Shaking himself from the idea he realized that gentle drops of rain had begun to fall, adding to the sweat on Blaine's neck and there was no way in hell that Kurt could not be turned on by the thick, toned muscle that moved with every motion. How in the hell Kurt was turned on was beyond him but he realized something; the longer he watched Blaine's rain and sweat drenched back the harder he got and fuck he needed to fix his problem before he headed home.

Running from the field Kurt slammed his way into his room and shut the door behind him. Moaning loudly he dropped to his knees and fuck why was he turned on by this? He shouldn't want sex at all after being violated the way he had been. Tugging off his shorts the evidence was there, Kurt was rock hard and damn it hurt like hell. Palming himself gently he stroked shaking fingers along his length a few times with a loud shuddered gasp.

Collapsing with a loud swear on to his bed he reached for the bedside drawer where he kept his lotion and a wash cloth for these reasons. Slicking his hands he sighed at the change in friction that made his dick twitch. Chewing his bottom lip gently Kurt stroked himself a bit faster moaning softly.

Preoccupied by his actions Kurt didn't hear the door open. Covering his mouth with his hand Jeff tried not to laugh as he elbowed Nick in the side. "Lets assist him, yeah?" Nick nodded and they both moved over to sit on the bed, one on each side of the oblivious third party. "Want some help?"

Kurt's eyes flew open as his actions stopped. Registering the two faces peering down at him Kurt blushed, scrambling to cover himself. The instant he had moved his hands they were pinned, one by Jeff's rough calloused bass player hand and the other by Nick's smooth perfect manicure. Jeff ruffled his nose into Kurt's hair breathing softly. "Let us help?"

Nick's breath was warm against Kurt's neck as he placed tender open mouthed kisses down the lean expanse of neck, his hair brushing Kurt's chin, causing him to shiver. "I- Yeah." Kurt's mind had shut down at the sensations running through him. Hands snaked their way up his shirt in an identical motion, like Nick and Jeff were on the same brain wavelength. Thumbs brushed sensitive nipples into hard erect nubs, hands tracing hard planes of his chest, dipping into his belly button, tracing the delicate flesh of his jutting hip bones. Each action caused small whines to escape Kurt's lips as his body twisted beneath the teasing hands.

One hand, Jeff's, pulled away from his hips to trail blunt nails up his thigh gently. The moan that escaped Kurt's lips fueled their actions, Nicks lips returning to Kurt's neck as Jeff's hand trailed higher, warm fingers running through the neatly trimmed pubic hair. Nips to the sensitive area below his ear had Kurt moaning louder as Jeff stroked the base of his erection slowly.

"Guys..." Kurt whimpered as Jeff's hand worked him over.

"Relax." Nick murmured stroking a hand down Kurt's chest. "Let us take care of you" His mouth flicked over one of Kurt's nipples. With a few quick strokes of Jeff's hand an a few well placed nips from Nick a white hot fire curled itself in Kurt's groin.

"Let go for us." the two trouble makers cooed. Moaning loudly Kurt felt his body contort in ways he didn't even know was possible as his orgasm washed over him, white light flashing behind his eyelids, fingers clawing at the bed spread beneath him. What happened next shocked Kurt beyond words.

Jeff, smirking, lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the pooled semen from his hand. Nick, catching the stunned on Kurt's face, leaned forward to kiss Jeff. Kurt watched with wide amazed eyes as the two swapped the sticky white substance between their lips, a dribble of it being licked away from Nick's chin.

Clearing his throat Kurt made to get up causing Jeff and Nick to chuckle. A knock at the door had Kurt scrambling for his jeans and doing them up hastily as Nick laughed hard, rolling on the floor and Jeff went to answer the door.

"There's some monster of a kid at the front for Hummel." the voice stated. Kurt grabbed his bag and smiled heading out the door with a wave to his roommates. The brunette, with a bright green badge reading 'Mediator' pinned to his shirt, held out his hand. "Mitchel Langley" He smiled gently as Kurt shook the offered hand.

Flinching as four of the guys that had been there that night walked past, Kurt laughed nervously and followed Mitchel to the front office. Finn sat, waiting with Rachel talking animatedly to the clerk at the check out counter.

"Kurt and I sang Defying Gravity for a charity event last year too! It was amazing, he's amazing!" Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling fondly at the diva. "Kurt!" She squealed as Mitchel opened the door, throwing herself at the taller male with evident fondness. "We've all missed you so much!"

"You're all checked out and ready to go Mr. Hummel. Mr. Hudson, he needs to be back before noon Tuesday. They have late classes scheduled to start then." Finn nodded unsure really of what the woman was talking about but signed the form.

Pulling Kurt into a quick hug Finn chuckled gently. "Good to see you bro. Lets get out of this place before we get mugged."

"It's not so bad, Finn. There are some actually decent guys here."

"Guys? As in plural? Kurt! Dish!" Rachel attached herself to Kurt's arm. Rolling his eyes he let himself be lead out to his brother's truck, glad to be heading home.

Halloween night came quickly. Kurt's friend's from McKinley were all attending a Halloween party hosted by the school in hopes to prevent kids from being out on the streets and drinking. Like that would work. Kurt decided that he would rather spend time alone in the park rather than sit at home alone with Burt and Carol handing out candy.

The sun had just set casting a dark orange glow across the playground, the swing Kurt sat on emitting an eery high pitched whine every time he moved. "Perfect setting for a murder." He commented aloud. No sooner had the words slipped from his lips when a hand clasped itself tightly over Kurt's mouth and a strong arm wrapped around his waist.

"Trick or Treat..." A voice whispered darkly into his ear. His assailant easily pulled him from the swing. Another figure, cloaked in darkness with a dark, ghoulish Halloween mask grabbed his feet and the two carried him to the abandoned underpass near by.

Struggling Kurt was finally let loose, dropped to the ground in a rather indignant manner, causing the diva's feather's to get ruffled. "Now you see here!" He started to reprimand the two before realizing there were six people in the small area. Two were holding a struggling third party between them, almost frog marching him over to their secluded area away from prying eyes.

"Kurt. Kurt man... calm down." Blaize pulled his mask off with a chuckle. Kurt froze mid swing and laughed. Looking around the clearing he began to notice minor details in the minimal light. Jeff and Nick were the one's holding a struggling August Hanson, one of the guys staying in the room next to theirs at Dalton.

"He told us names," Jeff stated with a broad grin.

"We have a list of everyone who was there that night. The two in the room and the four guards. August here was one of the guards." Blaine pulled off his mask with a smile leaning over to rest his chin on Kurt's shoulder, startling him more.

" Were you serious about them dieing?" Nick asked with a somewhat sad expression.

"Cos if not we'll let him go." David gestured to August's panicked face.

"But we'd really like to see him suffer." Jeff commented stroking his free hand down August's face gently. The red head pinned between Jeff and Nick whimpered.

Kurt's gaze landed on Blaine who held a wooden bat against his own shoulder smiling at Kurt in encouragement. Smiling Kurt nodded, after all this is what he had wanted. Blaine offered the bat but Kurt shook his head. "I don't have the nerve. I wanna watch you do it." Blaine nodded and offered up the bat to anyone else who wanted it.

"All yours bro. You get to take the first lick of revenge." Blaize chuckled at the feral almost deadly look in his brother's eyes.

"Alright. Nick, Jeff, bring him over here." The two nodded and marched August over and up onto a thin brick ledge that enabled them to stand on lower ground to avoid getting hit by the bat but still hold onto the struggling boy's arms. The look of pure terror in his eyes made Kurt even more thirsty for the revenge he craved.

"Ready everyone?" After reviving the collected votes of affirmation Blaine stood into stance and grinned a dark feral grin. "Here we go."

"One." Nick started.

"Two." David and Jeff jumped into the count down.

"Three." Blaize and Kurt chimed in.

"Off with your head." Blaine Stated in a calm almost serene voice before swinging the bat as hard as he could.

The loud crack that resulted from the bat connecting with hard bone and soft flesh resounded through out their little area, followed by the sickening thud of the body falling and hitting the concrete below. Blaine jumped down and landed a few more quick blows scattering thick crimson blood across Kurt's face and neck, as well as Blaize and David who moved to stand beside him lest he pass out from the extremity of the actions being preformed.

Kurt stood tall watching the scene before him. Blaine had finally stopped swinging the bat and turned to look at Kurt. His face was covered sweat and blood mingling on his face creating blood red rivets down his neck. Mesmerized, Kurt stepped forward. Blaine dropped the bat, which nick scooped up in a bag they had brought, and watched Kurt's movements.

When Kurt reached Blaine he did something that no one expected him to do. Leaning forward Kurt darted out his tongue and stroked a clean line up along Blaine's jaw with his tongue. Swallowing the bitter liquid down Kurt looked up, into Blaine's eyes. "That was hot." He whispered.

Blaine looked stunned at Kurt, the taller male's face splattered and lips stained with blood, unable to resist himself he pulled Kurt forward by the back of his neck and kissed him hard.