Fallout

Summary: Karofsky's pled guilty but the fallout of his conviction sends tidal waves through McKinley High. It's hard enough to deal with the fallout, but it's even harder when no one knows just how far Karofsky's friends will go for revenge. Sequel to Invisible.

Disclaimer: This disclaimer applies to all subsequent chapters as well. I do not own Glee. Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy. All I know is a bachelor apartment, a laptop, and a cat... so yeah, not much.

Warning: For this chapter and all subsequent chapters, there will be mentions of non-con. It may not always be a scene of some sort, but it's mentioned alot.

A/N: This story is the sequel to my story 'Invisible', if you haven't read it, you should. However it's not totally necessary. A lot of the events that are referred to in this story are also somewhat explained in it. But seriously, you should read it .

Alright, as for a posting schedule I'll be posting every Friday. I may post more often if I write more than expected that week, however I am in the midst of moving to a new city so it will probably end up just being once a week. Enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter 1: Changes

Blaine's eyes took a quick peek around the coffee shop before he slipped into his chair and stared over at his two (former?) best friends, "Okay, what's going on? I thought you guys were pissed at me for leaving the Warblers? Now suddenly I get a text saying I need to meet you guys here and it's urgent?"

David's head looked downward and Blaine noticed that the other boy was drawing circles on the table with his finger. "Wes and I heard some things."

"Oh," Blaine nodded in sudden understanding. There had been somewhat of a media blackout during the trial, but now that Karofsky had confessed and the trial was over, the blackout was also over. Of course his, Kurt's and Finn's names were all still withheld since they were minors, but all of Ohio now knew that a football jock had raped the only (well formerly only) out gay kid at William McKinley High.

It wouldn't be difficult for Wes and David to figure out just who that was. It wouldn't be difficult for anyone who lived in Lima and the surrounding area to figure out who it was.

"We wanted to apologize," Wes added in a quiet voice, "We didn't know that was why you transferred. We just thought-"

"I know what you thought," Blaine reminded him, letting his eyes flicker around the room once again out of habit. "You made it quite clear that I was and I quote 'following Kurt around like some kind of lovesick puppy'."

Their faces both fell as they spoke in quiet unison, "We're sorry."

David's eyes flickered upward, "We want to tell Kurt we're sorry too, for not being around for him… and for what happened."

Blaine's lips pursed together tightly before he spoke, "Kurt doesn't like it when people who weren't involved talk about it. Now that it's over, he wants it to be over." He took in a breath, "He pretty much only lets Finn and I talk about it with him; us and his counselor. So I don't think that's a good idea."

"Oh," David murmured, then he looked to Wes, before returning his gaze to Blaine, "Well, what we really wanted to say… was we missed our Blainey-boy and-"

Blaine's whole body stiffened silently as David spoke. 'Blainey-boy.' It was still David's voice, but in his head a very different David was blowing in his ears.

"-even though you live in Lima now, we still want to hang out and be friends."

"Blaine?" Wes cut in softly, waving his hand lightly before his friend's face.

Blaine didn't even flinch. He wasn't seeing either of them. Instead there was a bulky footballer in front of him and a hand under his clothing. He could feel lips touching his neck and the firm grip of a hand pulling his hair.

He let out a soft whimper as the memory of the hand deepened into something more than a mere memory. Instead of a voice calling out and breaking the two boys apart, the hand slid around to his back and slid through the waistband on his Levi's.

"Blaine?" Wes raised his voice softly, taking in the other boy's wide, glassy eyes. "Blaine, snap out of it."

There was no reaction from the young former Warbler.

"He better forgive me for this," Wes mumbled to himself, bringing out a hand and swiftly sending it across Blaine's face.

Blaine's eyes slid into focus and he blinked heavily. His eyes looked startlingly at the two Warblers. Carefully a hand rose up to his face, pressing against his stinging cheek.

"What the hell was that?" David asked, peering nervously at his younger friend.

Blaine shook his head to try and shake off the images that still lingered in his mind, "What was what? Wes slapped me!"

"Because you were freaking out!" David added in a loud whisper. He reached out to touch Blaine's arm and watched as Blaine immediately flinched backward, pulling the arm out of his reach. "What's going on?" His eyes widened, then darkened sadly, "Blaine no."

Blaine's eyes widened as he shook his head vigorously, "No! No, that didn't happen." He forced a smile onto his face, "I'm fine."

"Yeah and Wes is a unicorn," David muttered sarcastically. "You're definitely not fine. You look around every few seconds like you expect someone to attack you; you're flinching and you just had what had to be some kind of flashback. You weren't even this bad when you first transferred to Dalton. I mean yeah you looked around a lot and tended to flinch when you were startled, but not like this."

"I'm fine," Blaine repeated stubbornly, "If you just brought me here to interrogate me, I'm going to leave."

"We're just worried about you," Wes said in a soft voice. "And we know you. We're your friends." He paused, "You know we saw on the news the charges that were listed. There were a few weren't there; sexual assault, assault, and unlawful sexual conduct with a minor?" Wes swallowed softly, "We thought you just saw stuff, but that last one, that was you, wasn't it?"

Blaine didn't look at his friends, just let out a bitter laugh as it bubbled up in his throat, "Unlawful sexual conduct with a minor. It's stupid, isn't it? It makes it sound like I wanted him to do that, since you know, they also use it to classify statutory rape."

"I'm sure that's not how it was meant when they let him plead down," Wes told him as he bit his lip. He peered at his friend cautiously, "Are you okay?"

"Like I said, I'm fine. It was nothing, nothing compared to what Kurt went through," he reminded them both firmly. "Can we just drop it now, please?"

Wes and David shared a look, before reluctantly nodding their heads.

"Everybody stares at me," Kurt growled as he paced around in front of the therapist. "It drives me crazy. I mean, either it's these pitying looks, or some creepy kind of morbid curiosity or they're glaring at me like I'm some kind of liar."

Dr. MacLeod motioned to the comfortable looking armchair across from her, gesturing for him to take a seat if he needed to, "These looks, they bother you?"

He rolled his eyes and flopped down into the seat, "If everywhere you went people were staring at you, wouldn't it bother you?"

"This isn't about me," she reminded him in a soft voice, "This is about you." She stopped for a moment and seemed to mull things over, "Which is worse?" She asked him after a moment, "Which stares seems worse to you?"

"I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders, "The pity I guess. I'm used to being glared at."

"So," she said quietly, "The pity is worse than people believing you lied about the rape?"

His eyes flitted downward, "I wouldn't put it that way. I just- I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders as he curled up on the seat, tucking his legs underneath him. "People look at me differently. I'm- I'm that kid. I'm not just Kurt Hummel, the gay kid, anymore. I'm the kid who was raped. I hate it. I just want to be me again."

The woman tilted her head to the side slightly, "So you feel like you're a different person now?"

He nodded his head, "I don't know who I am anymore."

She nodded sympathetically, "Why don't you tell me a bit about who you used to be then?"

His eyes flickered up to meet her, "I was a diva," he told her with a small smile. "I- I was confident in who I was, you know? I was out and proud and in love."

"You're not anymore?"

He froze slightly, "I still out and in love and stuff," he said in a soft voice, "I'm just… less confident and proud, I guess." He shook his head and tried to amend, "I'm confident that I'm gay and everything. I just- I don't have the same self-confidence, I guess. Maybe I'm a little less proud of being gay too. I just feel- like if I wasn't gay it wouldn't have happened."

"And would that be worth it?" She asked him in a gentle voice.

He frowned, "I don't know. If I wasn't gay I wouldn't have Blaine, so I guess not." He let out a growl of frustration, "I don't know. I'm just- so confused. I don't know how I feel. I just wish- I just wish it would all go away."

He paused and looked up at her nervously, "I thought about trying to do that once, making it all go away, but I couldn't go through with it." He swallowed thickly, "Finn found out and he got really pissed off then upset." He bit his lip, "He made me promise not to do it again and to go to him if I felt overwhelmed like that again. It was the first time he said he loved me."

"It sounds like your step-brother means a lot to you," she said with a small smile, "and that you mean a lot to him."

Kurt returned the smile weakly, "Yeah. Finn's great. I mean, there was a time when I wanted him to love me differently, but now- I wouldn't have it any other way." His nose twitched suddenly as he felt himself tearing up slightly, "I don't think I could have done it without him, telling people, going through the trial. Most of it was because he pushed me and simultaneous was there for me." He paused, "He was the one who told Blaine and I couldn't have done it without him either."

"So you have a good support system," she summed up succinctly, before changing the subject somewhat, "However I do want to delve into the emotions that made you consider taking your life. That's very serious, I hope you know Kurt. It would have hurt a lot of people."

He hung his head slightly, "I know."

"Let's talk about it," she prompted again when he was silent. "This is a place where you can talk about anything Kurt, so please, tell me about it."

He shrugged, "I just- I got so tempted to take all my antibiotics and just melt away."

"First of all," she told him firmly when he stopped, "I want to let you know that an overdose on antibiotics is anything but peaceful. You'd suffer severe stomach cramping, diarrhea and nausea and unless you were alone chances are you wouldn't succeed. I suppose you could have died of dehydration after some time; however your parents would have taken you to the ER once they saw the state you'd be in."

"Oh," he looked slightly taken aback. "I didn't know that."

"Second of all," she said in a softer voice, "I want you to tell me about the emotions Kurt, not just what happened."

"Yeah," he mumbled uncomfortably, "I don't like thinking about it. I just- I felt so alone. I know now that I'm not, but I felt so alone, and dirty and like I didn't even deserve to live anyways." He shrugged his shoulders, "I knew people cared about me, that's why I didn't do it. I just don't understand why they care about me."

The therapist frowned at him.

"I mean," he continued suddenly. "Finn's always getting shit for being my step-brother, my dad gets harassing phone calls and I nearly got Blaine raped too. I feel like I cause so much trouble and now I'm just- I'm not even whole anymore. I've been, like damaged. So even- even if they cared about me before, why should they now? I'm not even that person anymore." He shook his head, desperately blinking back the wetness in his eyes.

The doctor looked like she wanted to embrace him for a split second, but she didn't move. Instead she said in a quiet voice, "Maybe you need to figure out who you are now; in terms of the parts of you that have, in your opinion, changed. It's obvious that your family and friends think you're worth caring about, so you need to learn to see yourself through their eyes and accept those things about you that make you worth caring about."

"What if there aren't any?" He asked plaintively, his eyes rising up to meet hers, shining with sudden fear.

Finn's thumbs tapped urgently on the buttons of his Xbox controller, shooting at whatever character appeared in front of his screen. He wasn't even really paying attention, but rather killing time while he waited for Kurt to get home from his therapy session.

He definitely wanted to know how that went.

He frowned as his character's blood splattered in his screenshot and threw down the controller irritably. Video games, no matter how violent, didn't hold his attention that much anymore.

All he wanted to do was punch something (or rather someone) real.

That and he was still trying to figure out how to get Rachel to love him again. Coach Sylvester's sister's funeral, in conjunction with everything that had happened with Kurt lately, had made him realized that his feelings for Quinn were more obligatory than real. He'd thought he loved her because he thought he was supposed to.

Hearing about how the cheerleading coach felt tethered to her sister, made him realize how tethered he felt to Rachel while Quinn just made him feel tethered down.

The ordeal with Kurt was different. It made him realize how dangerous it was to do things because you felt you were supposed to, or you were afraid. Kurt had told him; straight out, that he'd kept the harassment a secret because he felt he had to. That he felt like there was no other option.

That and seeing how Blaine and Kurt interacted made him realize he wanted what those two boys had, real love. He just wanted it with a girl; the girl; Rachel.

His feelings for Rachel, his love for her, that was real.

He groaned. Life was way too confusing nowadays. He missed the days when things were easy, or at least easier.

The phone rang and he growled louder, his hand reaching for the cordless phone lying on his desk. He pressed talk and put it to his ear, "Hello?"

"Shit," the voice on the other end said; a voice he certainly couldn't forget.

"What the fuck?" Finn snapped into the phone, "How the hell are you calling here?"

"Traded some guy some cigarettes to use his cell phone," Karofsky told him in a soft voice. "Of course who knows how long he'll let me use it for." There was a pause, "Look, is Kurt home?"

"Like I'd let him talk to you," Finn snapped, "I'm hanging up now. Don't even think about calling here again."

"Don't! I want to apologize, not harass him or anything."

"Trust me," Finn growled, his hands tightening around the phone until his knuckles turned white, "He doesn't want to hear it. Just- serve your damn time and leave us alone!"

He hung up the phone, before setting it down shakily. Rising to his feet he grabbed the keys to the car Burt had bought and fixed up for him in gratitude for helping Kurt.

He desperately needed to punch something and he knew the gym at the school had a bag specifically for that purpose.

Afterwards he'd call Burt and tell him about the phone call. His step-father had been complaining about the amount of harassing phone calls about Kurt increasing and the constant calls from reporters. It really was about time they changed their phone number.

TBC...

A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter. Please leave me a review with your thoughts, suggestions or whatever. I've got a bit pre-written, but I'm open to make changes if I get any super awesome suggestions.