Dave clutched the steering wheel in front of him, his knuckles white like a corpse against it. His eyes were closed, sunk into himself, searching and feeling for his emotions. Was he afraid? Nervous? Guilty? He should've been, but he wasn't. He was restless with anticipation, eagerly awaiting what was to come, what he'd been fantasizing about for months.

The search for emotions was abandoned when images of Kurt flashed through his mind, memories of watching him walk down the hallway in his tight pants, of pretending to look at the female cheerleaders but eyeing him out instead, of just hearing his beautiful voice…

…Shaking in fear…

Dave turned off the ignition, staying with his hand on the key for a moment as he regained his composure. He inhaled deeply, faintly listening to the old country song on the radio, eyes closed and morals compressed. He opened his eyes. He swung open the car door and slammed it shut, locking it with the remote, just barely registering the beep-beep noise and the flashing lights. He'd parked in an alley near the back for an easier escape, but the door there was locked from the outside so he had to use the front entrance. He was fairly confident, though, that nobody saw him walk up the familiar sidewalk, up the cement stairs, and swing open the door to his old school. With determination, he walked steadily towards the choir room, trying to ignore the way the familiar hallways flooded his mind with images of Kurt, Kurt from the waist down, his jeans flush around him, gripping his legs, tight against his ass…

You're getting ahead of yourself.

Dave could hear the singing in the hallways now as he neared closer to the Glee room. It sounded like that Berry chic, as usual. Dave never undertood why she had to sing so much, why the let her sing so much when they had somebody like Kurt in their club. That voice could turn men gay. That was fact – Dave was pure, living, breathing proof of the power of a countertenor. Kurt's voice was so high and pure, with an old-fashioned vibrato felt out in the perfect places as if he sung by a formula, as if he used scientific, mathematical reasoning to ensure the perfection of his voice. Berry didn't have that. Nobody had that, except for Kurt.

Dave reached the choir room. The singing had stopped now. Checking his watch, he realized that he was right on time – their meeting should be over soon. He leaned in close to the door, listening for the familiar, beautiful voice that made his heart leap –

"…blue slushie stains on my Calvin Klein underwear."

There it was. The voice of an angel, fluttering effortlessly above everyone else's.

"I hate that!" Puck's voice sounded through the door.

"Oh, really?" Kurt's soft voice again. "Because I happen to recall several occasions where you were the one to ruin my designer clothing with your barbaric need to slushie all the talented kids."

Dave heard that black girl giggling. "Okay, guys, calm down. So, are you coming over tonight, Kurt? Rachel and Tina are coming over for a movie night. We're thinking of starting with The Wizard of Oz and going from there."

Dave vaguely heard Kurt sigh with an air of near-disappointment. "A girls' night! I haven't been to one of those in ages."

Somebody cleared their throat. Dave felt a twinge of anger just at the thought of who it could be. "But, unfortunately, Mercedes, he's already promised to me."

Dave felt a wave of fury roll through his body. He recognized that voice, the deep, fairy voice straight from Neverland. The perfect private school boyfriend who's name made him shudder to even just think it – Blaine.

Kurt giggled, and Dave's anger would have lifted if he hadn't remembered why he was laughing. He was laughing because his horny hobbit boyfriend had made him laugh.

Mercedes sighed loudly. "Seriously, guys, you've been dating for almost a year now, you don't have to go on a new romantic date every weekend."

"Now, now, Mercedes, don't get jealous now," Dave could hear Kurt's smile in his voice.

"I'm not. But Blaine, you're going to have to let him out at some point. His girls miss him."

Frodo laughed. "I'll think about it."

The conversation continued. Dave listened for Kurt's voice but didn't hear much of it. He did, however, hear his boyfriend's voice, probably telling Kurt a boring story that he was internally hating but pretending to love, which was why Dave could hear the occasional flirty, high-pitched giggle coming from his beautiful Kurt.

He looked down at his watch. They should be leaving soon.

As if reading his mind, he heard Finn. "Coming home with me, Kurt?"

"Nah, I'll walk. I'm going to stop at the library to do some homework. It's quieter there, and that way you and Rachel can have the house to yourselves."

"Okay." Finn answered a little too quickly.

"Ugh, I have to grab my shirt from my locker… poor thing. It was so pretty."

"It'll be pretty again, as soon as you put it on."

"Aw, Blaine, you're such a sweet little suck-up."

Dave couldn't help but smile despite the mention of his arch enemy's name, and not just at Kurt's characteristically witty reply. Kurt was walking to the library, not expected home for awhile, and had to go to his locker to pick up his shirt. Dave's only problem would be if the preppy boyfriend followed him like a stray dog. Either way, he'd hopefully be able to catch Kurt on his own at some point. He ducked under the window to the choir room and headed towards Kurt's locker.

Kurt and Blaine were last to leave the choir room. Everybody had already raced ahead to their cars, typical kids excited for the weekend, but Kurt had to pick up something from his locker. Not just something, actually, but rather an Alexander McQueen shirt that had been stained with a blue slushie that morning. Fortunately, he had a small wardrobe hanging in his locker, so he hadn't been forced to walk around in it all day. He was still upset that his outfit didn't match as perfectly as it had when he'd left his house, though.

"So, I'll pick you up at eight, then?"

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend. "Sounds good. Text me before you leave."

"Oh, Kurt, you know I can't stop texting you for more than five minutes."

Kurt laughed. "Yeah, I think you might have a problem."

"It gives me anxiety!"

"I think that's called separation anxiety, and is the sign of a needy boyfriend. We may have to prioritize dealing with this, Blaine."

"Sorry, babe, there's no fixing it. You're just going to have to deal with the fact that your boyfriend is completely obsessed with you."

"Hmm. Well, I suppose I can learn to cope with your creepiness. I'll just make sure we never stop communicating for more than five minutes."

"Agreed." Blaine leaned forward, lightly touching Kurt's hips with both hands and pulling him forwards. He kissed him gently, longer than he'd initially planned. "Bye, now."

Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's. "Our goodbyes needn't be so dramatic all the time." He kissed him lightly again.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." He squeezed Kurt's hips, trying not to let the memories of clutching him like this, only with a lot less clothes, a lot more sweat, and an amazingly sexy pretzel impersonation by Kurt, ruin the romance of the moment. "Bye, now."

"Bye."

"Love you!" Blaine said with a big smile.

Kurt giggled at his enthusiasm, then returned it. "Love you too!"

Blaine pulled away reluctantly, and with another smile, turned towards the door.

Kurt turned in the direction of his locker with a fluttering heart, happily anticipating their date. Little did Mercedes realize, their plans for the night were a little more than just a typical romantic date – after commemorating their relationship, they'd began a weekly dating ritual specifically so that they could have sex. Blaine had been looking forward to it all day, sending him sweet text messages like "I love you" and "you're beautiful" all morning. In the afternoon, he seemed to get more impatient, sending things like "I can't wait for tonight" and "OH MY GOD you're ass in those jeans" until finally last period, where they both disregarded the class lesson and spent an hour sexting each other instead. By the time Glee came around, Kurt felt like he'd already gotten laid. Now he was excited for round two.

Halfway down the hall, Kurt noticed a large figure standing near his locker. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make out who it was. It was definitely a familiar body tall and burly, a little chubby but mostly muscle with an intimidating posture. He was looking in the opposite direction, so Kurt couldn't see his face. As he neared closer, however, he noticed his jacket…

A letterman jacket.

"Karofsky?" He still wore that thing at his new school?

Dave turned around. When he saw Kurt, his stomach dropped and his heart leapt. He automatically forgot how to speak, just watching the perfect body in front of him and imagining what he was going to do to him, treasuring his pretty blue eyes, his perfect pale skin, his long legs and the gently curve of his hips. The moment his eyes found the slight bulge of his crotch, he forgot any preconceived thoughts of talking to him or comforting him. Almost subconsciously, he reached forward and grabbed Kurt's arm the moment he was close enough.

"Hey - !"

"It's okay." He pulled Kurt into his chest, putting a hand over his mouth. Kurt screamed. "Just … quiet, okay? I won't hurt you…"

Kurt squeaked adorably, struggling, then screamed again when he realized how much stronger Dave was than him. Dave could vaguely make out his muffled cries of "what are you doing" and "let me go".

Kurt's struggling was more difficult to restrain than Dave had thought it would be. It was nothing that he couldn't handle, of course, but it was taking a lot of energy to keep him still and quiet at the same time. His cries were echoing down the hallway. Afraid of somebody hearing him, he hoisted Kurt off the ground, using only one arm to try and restrain his kicking legs and prying arms similtaneously. The other he left clamped over Kurt's mouth. Laboredly, he half-carried, half-dragged Kurt into the closest unlocked room in the hallway, dropping him to his feet and locking the door behind him.

Kurt squeaked again.

"Shh…" Dave shushed in his ear. "It's okay." He loosened his grip on his face slightly, aware of the skin around his hand going white from the pressure. He could hear Kurt's heavy exhales against his fingers and hear the short, shaky inhales that followed them. His heart was beating hard against Dave's arm around his chest.

Rustling in the hallway caught his attention – Schuester. His grip around Kurt's waist tightened possessively. Kurt whimpered in response, his hands prying at Dave's as he struggled to escape. An arm flew free temporarily and reached for the door handle, but Dave grabbed it quickly and hugged it back in place.

Schuester cleared his throat in the hallway and Kurt froze, suddenly aware of the other's presence. In a split second, his sudden loud cries, muffled by Dave's hand, were projecting through the room. The footsteps in the hallway increased in volume as the teacher grew closer. Panicking, Dave tightened his grip on his captive and muttered for him to be quiet. Kurt ignored him, instead raising his voice so his muffled cries of "help" were almost audible.

Frustration overwhelmed Dave. He lifted him off the ground roughly, Kurt's legs falling sidways at a painfully awkward angle and his neck thrust dangerously quickly to the side. Dave's dark eyes met Kurt's blue ones, bright and icy in the light. "Quiet. Now."

Despite Dave's clear anger, Kurt didn't listen to him. Instead he struggled even more, screaming at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed defiantly through the room and out the door to the hallway.

Dave panicked. Schuester would definitely hear his cries for help. China could probably hear his cries for help. His grip tightened more, bruising Kurt's narrow hip and pale face. The footsteps continued in the hallway. Dave looked around frantically for a place to hide him, or something to do to shut him up, but the adrenaline was pounding in his head and his panic was taking over his mind. He couldn't think.

As the footsteps grew louder, loud enough to be just outside the door and Kurt continued to scream at the top of his lungs, Dave prepared to be caught. But Schuester didn't seem to hear anything. He was humming a song in the hallway, the spiratic sounds of footsteps and the occasional streaking noise of a dragged foot made Dave swear he was dancing. Cautiously, he pressed his ear against the door, listening. Schuester was definitely right outside, walking closer, completely oblivious to Kurt's screams, and then the footsteps and the humming began to die down, steadily quietening until finally fading into nothing.

Dave loosened his grip on Kurt slightly. "When did Schuester get an iPod, Fancy?"

Kurt went limp. He squeezed his eyes shut and his breath sped up. Dave set him on his feet, but he just slumped to the ground, Dave's handing slipping from his face.

Free to speak, he weakly looked up at his captor. "What do you want?" His arms were inches from covering his head.

Dave looked down at him, cowering on his knees. His eyes scanned over his body, rolling over the sweater that fit tight over his back and down to the sweet curve of his ass in his painted-on designer jeans. His crotch throbbed, eyes glued to the little form at his feet.

Kurt continued when Dave didn't answer. "I thought we were friends, now, Dave. What happened? I though you were accepting yourself!"

Dave still didn't answer. His eyes were now unclothing Kurt, imagining seeing his tight sweater falling to the floor, his jeans unzipping and pulling off of him with his underwear falling right after, leaving him naked and vulnerable on the floor, so beautiful and angelic even in the harsh flourescent lights of the classroom.

Kurt looked down, hurt in his eyes. "If you're going to beat me up, just please try to avoid my face so my dad doesn't get worked up."

"I won't hurt you."

Kurt froze. Even his breathing stopped. Dave didn't understand why at first, but on reflection had to rethink his tone. He'd spoken gently, breathily, his desire showing through in his voice. Kurt had never heard Dave talk like that. Actually, the only person that had ever talked to Kurt like that was his boyfriend. The boyfriend, whom Dave refused to think about now.

Kurt looked up slowly, his arms still instinctually getting ready to shield his face. "Then… what?" He asked. "Is this about Valentine's Day?"

Dave couldn't help but smile. He was so beautiful, looking up at him with big eyes, his perfect pale skin vibrant as always, the adorable flush in his cheeks and his brown hair messy, sexy. His soft lips were just inches away from his crotch. Dave couldn't resist stepping forward and weaving his hands through Kurt's hair, messing it up more. Kurt winced and recoiled at the touch, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion and something like disgust. Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror.

"Oh God. Oh God, no, please don't shave my head!"

Dave actually laughed out loud at that, but he felt the tightness in his crotch increase at the sound of Kurt's high, angelic voice. Kurt recoiled more at the sound of Dave's laughter, unsure of how to react. Was he laughing because he was going to do something much worse? Dave gazed down at him awhile longer, watching as his face slowly lost the fear and returned to confusion. As Dave's stare intensified, the fear returned again.

"What do you want?" He said finally. He seemed to be gaging the seriousness of the situation now, beginning to understand that this wasn't the typical abuse that he was used to taking on a daily basis. This was something much different, something worse that he needed to be afraid of.

Then his eyes dropped down, double-taking at Dave's half-erection that was beginning to show through his jeans. Kurt hesitated for a moment, the situation finally sinking in. He gasped and jumped back on his hands, his eyes still watching Dave's crotch in a horrified look of disbelief.

"Karofsky," he said, the growing panic becoming apparent in his voice. "What… what are you doing?"

Dave bit his lip now, watching the angel in front of him. His erection was straining against his jeans now just from having Kurt's mouth that close to it. His hands were flexing at his side, anticipation eating away at him.

Tears gathered in Kurt's eyes, and when he spoke, his voice broke. "Dave?" He tried. "Please. What are you doing?"

"Just looking." He paused.

Kurt met his gaze only a few moments more before he looked away in humiliation.

"For now."

Kurt inhaled shakily.

"Are you crying?"

Kurt bit his lip and looked up, the tears starting to overfill his eyes. He tried to contain them, embarassed, but one leaked through despite his efforts, rolling down his perfect pale skin, over his cheek and the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away quickly and sniffled quietly.

Dave stepped forward. Kurt jumped and quickly pulled himself backward, eyes swinging up to meet Dave's intense gaze. Dave watched as Kurt's chest heaved up and down with his breaths. His sweater was very tight, defining his little but broad shoulders, the narrowness of his hips, and the flatness of his stomach, and his jeans always killed, hugging his hips and defining his thighs. Kurt shivered as Dave shamelessly eyed him out. Another tear fell down his cheek.

Dave stepped forward again and Kurt backed up until he hit against the wall, clutching the ground as if it would save him. Dave kneeled down beside him. He licked his lips.

"Dave." Kurt breathed.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice still gentle.

Kurt just shook his head, eyes never leaving his captor as tears spilled out of them. "You can't do this. Please just let me go." Dave didn't answer. "Please. You're scaring me."

"I always scare you."

Kurt inhaled shakily. "Not like this." His arms were visibly shaking now.

Dave smiled again. "Well, then I guess we'd better get this over with so I can let you go."

"Get what over with?" Kurt cried. Panic was starting to overtake him, his voice shaking and the tears falling freely down his face.

Dave reached down and undid his zipper. The sound made Kurt whimper and press back against the wall, refusing to as much as look. Dave pulled his pants down and then his boxers, his hands finding their way to his pulsing erection. His breathing became almost as irregular as Kurt's as he stroked it, listening to the little noises Kurt was making and eyeing out his heaving chest.

"It's okay, Kurt." He said a little laboredly. He wrapped his hand around his dick and started pumping it, his thoughts stuck on the boy in front of him. He spoke slowly. "Just… just enjoy it, baby. You could like this. Really like this. But you have to let yourself... let yourself enjoy it." He let go of his erection, hand wet with pre-come.

Kurt was unashamedly crying now, his eyes squeezed shut, refusing to look. He seemed to be ignoring him, pretending to be somewhere else.

Dave inched towards him, causing Kurt to let out a deep, growled whimper of dread. He grabbed Kurt by the shoulders and pulled him forward. Kurt gasped at the contact, and pulled back, turning to look at Dave's face but not looking down. Dave pulled him close into his arms despite Kurt's clear reluctance. He grabbed the back of his neck and tried to angle his head down. "Just look, baby… just look…"

Kurt shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "No… let me go, Dave, this is… this is bad, Dave, this is wrong."

"Just look…"

"No!"

Dave grew impatient. "Come on, baby. Put it in your mouth." He pushed Kurt's head down a little more roughly than he'd intended. "Just – "

"Ugh!" Kurt cried, struggling to get away. His eyes finally opened, and they widened in horror when they finally saw Dave's penis. He tried to shake his head away from Dave's grip. "No, Dave, no, no!" He cried. Dave held on through his struggling, shushing him the entire time.

"It's okay… it's okay…" He cooed. Kurt's hands were on Dave's, trying to pry them off of him, the tears pouring out of him and the sobs choking him mercilessly. It became clear to Dave that he wasn't going to calm down anytime soon, so he reluctantly pulled him up and back into his arms, shoving his head into his chest with a hand weaved in his hair holding him still. "Shh…" He said. Kurt just cried harder, his thigh pressed against Dave's erection.

He held him like that until his breathing slowed down, though the tears continued. Dave whispered in his ear quietly, trying to calm him.

"You're so beautiful. You know that? That's why I want you, because you're so beautiful." He let go of his head as he relaxed, and his hand lowered to his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly while still feeling the shape of it, how small it was in his hands even through the thick fabric of his sweater. "Everything's okay, baby. Everything's okay."

As his breathing slowed, Dave allowed his mind to return to his previous request. "Are you ready now?"

At these words, Kurt automatically started panicking again, his eyes widening and the tears building up more forcefully than before. "No, Dave, please don't make me do this. This is too far, Dave, this is illegal! This is rape!"

Dave just shushed him and gripped his head in his hands. Kurt's own hands flew over top of Dave's again. His legs kicked out, his entire body shuddering and pulling away as Dave guided him down. His head was an inch from Dave's throbbing member, but his lips were sealed tightly shut through his high-pitched whimpering. He was having trouble breathing through his nose that was plugged from the crying, but he kept his mouth shut regardless, tossing his head in every direction that wasn't forward.

"Open up, baby." Dave said. The excitement grew in the pit of his stomach at the sight of Kurt's perfect mouth so close to his cock, the anticipation nearly overwhelming him. He grew impatient with Kurt's refusal, and his voice deepened in anger. "Don't make me hurt you."

Kurt sobbed, but kept struggling. "Mm-mm. Mm-mm." He shook his head frantically.

Dave pushed his cock against Kurt's lips, and Kurt squealed loudly, his eyes squeezing shut. He screamed and struggled as much as he could with Dave's hands holding his head still. He thrust forward, against his lips, making them part slightly, and the very tip of his dick was flooded with sensation, the warmth and the wet of Kurt's beautiful mouth. Kurt screamed and struggled frantically when Dave pushed forward more, his lips too weak to hold back the strength of Dave's hips, and with the slightest movement, his mouth was full of cock.

Dave didn't know how long he'd waited for this, the feeling of Kurt's mouth on him, so narrow and tight. His breath came in quick bursts, swift inhalations and elongated exhalations. Kurt whimpered and shivered underneath him, tears pouring out of his tightly shut eyes as Dave thrust into him. Dave felt him out, clutching his face, feeling the impossible warmth of his mouth and the saliva clinging to him, making him feel a rush of cold on the wet part of his dick when he pulled back. He felt himself getting close, the burning feeling growing in his stomach and he was so close, so close… when Kurt bit down, hard.

Dave gasped and then cried out, pulling out of Kurt and pushing his head away. Kurt recovered from the push quickly, jumping up and scrambling towards the door. Dave watched him clutch the doorknob and swing it open, revealing the deserted hallway before he switched into gear despite the shock and the pain. He dove forward towards the door, grabbing Kurt's little ankle and yanking. Kurt tumbled to the ground with a scream, but then rolled onto his back and kicked at Dave mercilessly, yelling for help.

"Shh!" Dave cried. He clutched Kurt's ankle and pulled him easily towards him, grabbing his waist and lifting him up over his shoulder. He stood, slammed the door shut, ignoring the sharp stabs of pain all over his torso from Kurt's relentless kicking and punching.

"Put me down! Help! Oh God, FUCK!"

Dave had never heard Kurt swear before, and the word sounded somehow unnatural having been formed with his perfect lips, made with his beautiful voice. And yet at the same time, it was hot, and sent a rush of want to Dave's still pulsing erection, newly adorned with pretty little bite marks. He dropped Kurt roughly on the ground and grabbed his face. He pulled him towards his crotch again, muttering something that he barely remembered saying, something angry that warned Kurt to be nice this time. Kurt sobbed and struggled, kicking and screaming through his tightly closed lips. Soaked in need, Dave was furious. "Stay still, you little bitch!"

Kurt swung an arm forward, punching Dave right in the jaw. Dave gasped and pulled back with a hand on his face. He tasted blood on the inside of his cheek where it had knocked into his tooth. When he regained his vision back from black, Kurt was running to the door again. Fury flooded him. "That's it," he said to himself.

In three steps, he was behind Kurt, the door just open, Kurt's foot just stepping outside, and then Dave's arms were around his waist. He lifted him up roughly again, causing him to scream loudly. Dave hoped to God there weren't any janitors within hearing distance. He slammed the door shut, and in one swift motion, thrust Kurt hard against the wall, watching his head ricochet off of it.

He almost felt the vibration from the impact in his hands, and the cracking sound that lit up the room was unnerving. Kurt grew still for a moment. His eyes closed and his mouth automatically opened, letting out a sort of gurgled moan of pain. Dave took that as an opportunity. He sat down and pulled Kurt's face to his lap, shoving the crown of his dick into his whimpering mouth. Dave exhaled in relief, moving Kurt's head back and forth and feeling the pleasure pulsing all over him. His throat was so relaxed from the head trauma that Dave slid in easily, moaning through every inch that went inside.

In a few moments, Kurt had recovered slightly from the shock of the impact. He screamed loudly when he realized what was inside of him. He struggled and cried weakly as Dave moved and forced him to move. After a few thrusts he started to reluctantly give into the act, calming down his struggling and resorting in just holding his aching head, whimpering and trying to breathe through the obstruction inside him. Dave moaned as he worked, his movement getting more and more violent as he grew closer to orgasm. His hips jerked forward roughly, pounding against Kurt and forcing him to deepthroat him farther than was probably safe. Dave groaned, moving Kurt's head heavily with his hips.

Kurt was crying underneath him now, dizzy from being slammed against the wall and now repeatedly slammed against Dave's crotch, gasping for breath whenever possible. His throat became raw and sore as Dave worked him, and all he could do was groan in pain and faintly struggle through it.

Dave came hard down his throat, clutching Kurt's jaw around his dick and forcing him to swallow it. When he came down from his orgasm, he pulled his sensitive dick from Kurt's mouth and held his head gently. Kurt breathed deeply, eyes tightly shut.

Dave's recovery period wasn't very long. In a few minutes, he was hard again and pushing back into Kurt's near-unconscious body.

Kurt coughed and gasped for air, holding Dave's hand weakly, his eyes flickering open and closed. He groaned when he found his voice, then sobbed, and the tears continued. He stayed almost limp in Dave's hands. Dave just watched him, breathing heavily, thinking back to what he'd just done and feeling the satisfaction in his body. Finally, deciding five times was enough for now, he lifted Kurt gently up onto his knees, holding him by the shoulders. His head lolled to the side as he whimpered pitifully. His lips were swollen and spit was running down his chin, and his eyes were only half-opened, definitely concussed and basically out of it. Yet somehow, despite the dazed look, the drooling and the crying, he managed to look just as beautiful as ever. Dave felt another twitch in his crotch, but he forced himself to calm down, holding onto Kurt's shoulders tenderly.

"Hummel?" He said, shaking him gently.

"Unng…" Kurt grunted in a voice raspy from his undoubtedly sore throat. His head fell forward and his eyes closed.

"Stay with me." Dave said, clutching his shoulder tighter. He lifted him up slightly so they were at eye level, his thighs lifting off the ground. "Hey, stay with me."

Kurt squeaked and jerked his head up just to collapse back down. He let out a weak cough and a string of saliva dripped from his mouth, falling in a steady line down to his sweater. His eyebrows furrowed.

"You okay?"

"D-… daa… unng…"

Dave shook him again. "What was that?" Kurt's head rolled to the other side.

Kurt sobbed. "Dad..."

"Oh." Dave set him down again, looking down at the floor for any fluids that might have escaped Kurt's mouth. A little bit of blood and drool had fallen to the ground between them, but other than that, it seemed okay. He'd swallowed anything from Dave. He pulled up his underwear and his pants with one hand, pinning Kurt against his chest.

"D- ... daddy…" Kurt moaned again, his voice breaking and a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Shh…" Dave clutched his shoulders tighter and brought them both to standing. He tried to steady Kurt on his feet, shaking him again and repeating his name, but he was completely gone, crying for his father pathetically. Dave slid an arm around his thighs and lifted him, using his free hand to grab a tissue off the teacher's desk and wipe up the spit and the little bit of blood from the ground. He looked around for anymore evidence. When there was none, he pocketed the tissue and moved towards the door.

"D- … Dave…"

"Shh, baby, it's okay."

"I… unng… n- … need…"

Dave brought a hand to Kurt's back and rubbed it comfortingly, as gentle as possible. He had Kurt lifted too high for his head to fall onto his shoulder, so instead it just slumped forward, his back hunched with one arm around Dave's neck and the other pinned between both of their chests. "You're okay, beautiful."

"I w-… want… my… d-… dad… please…"

Dave pressed his ear against the door, listening for any signs of life in the hallways.

"Daddy…" Kurt sobbed. Dave could hear the tears in his voice and his breathing was irregular again, coming in short gasps.

"Shh…" He rubbed Kurt's back again.

"Daddy, help me.."

"You're okay."

"Help!"

He couldn't hear any sounds besides Kurt, so he opened the door a crack, peeking through while hiding Kurt in his arms. Nobody was there. He poked his head through the door, looking around and, not seeing anyone, snuck through it and closed it behind him. He gripped Kurt tightly in his arms as he sobbed.

"It… hurts…"

Dave gripped Kurt's legs with his other arm and swung him down, cradling him in his arms. Kurt's head fell against Dave's chest. His entire body was shaking, and Dave hugged him closer protectively.

"W-… water."

"You want some water?"

"Unng…"

"Hey," he said, "you want water?"

Kurt groaned, clearly having trouble staying conscious. "Unng… y-… yes."

"Okay, I'll get you some water," Dave said, "but you have to be quiet, okay?"

"Dad… please…"

Dave shook him a little in his arms to get his attention. "Hey, Kurt, you listening to me? You gotta be quiet, okay?"

"Home… wanna go home…"

Dave sighed impatiently. He pulled Kurt closer to his face, talking right into his ear. "I'll take you home, but you have to be quiet."

"My dad…"

"I'll bring you to your dad."

"O-… okay…"

"But you have to be quiet though, right?"

"Ngnn… y-… yeah…"

"Good boy."