I'm Strong But Lost In This Vulnerability

Things go wrong when Blaine accuses Kurt of cheating, and then Kurt suddenly finds himself alone, beaten and lost on a pavement in Westerville, Ohio.

Authors Note: This is my new story, I'm not sure how long it will be but I think only a couple of chapters because that is all I am capable of, it seems to be anyway. This is a Kurbastian story – again – which runs almost in the same vein of The Consequences Of Your Rage but has a different sub-plot and different reasoning as well as different content. I hope you enjoy.I enjoy making Blaine the villain.

Please note I will not allow Blaine Anderson to be the star in The Unusual Case Of Benjamin Button. He is a senior and is three months older than Kurt.

Don't like it? Don't read it.

Authors Note 2: The attempted rape is not graphic and I hope you read the warnings before you read and than go off on one because I sufficiently warned you before hand. Also, please note that I don't condone abuse - any form - nor anything remotely connected to it, and I hope that if you find yourself in a situation like that, please get help.

Warnings: Slash. Het. Graphic Violence. Domestic Abuse. Attempted-Rape. Swearing. Blaine-bashing. Klaine-bashing. Rachel-bashing. Graphic Non-Consensual Sexual Content. Quite dark really.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Glee. I will never obtain such a thing and any plots or characters that one may recognise from the original author is not mine.

I'm Strong But Lost In This Vulnerability

Chapter One: All I See Is Rage

"It's cheating Kurt,"

Blaines voice was quiet, with something almost like hurt lacing it with a double edged sword. Kurt felt his heart ache as he hugged himself, arms wrapped tightly around him waist as he watched Blaine with fearful eyes and an upset stomach, his eyes kept glancing to his phone, trapped and creaking in Blaines slowly tightening hands. Fear gripped his throat, making him speechless as he only stared at the elder boy.

How had it gotten to this point?

How had it gotten so bad that Blaine didn't trust Kurt and Kurt was scared of Blaine? How had it gotten to the point of where Blaine was constantly checking Kurts phone, an ugly scowl marring his face as Kurt watched him, terror running unchecked through his veins, his boyfriends horrid expression replacing the blood in his veins with something that felt distinctly like ice, cold and unforgiving as it became frigid, forcing his veins and arteries and capillaries to expand as his heart froze, clasped in the tight steel fist of fear as he slumped in front of Blaines horrible anger.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Blaine exclaimed, voice trembling with fury and Kurt watched his hands tighten with something akin to horror. Blaine did not turn to face him, rather he turned his head away from him, the lights shining on his gelled hair as Blaine avoided looking upwards.

When he next spoke, his words trembled with anger, his words trembling as Blaine tried to keep his anger from spilling over;

"You're just plain oblivious! Useless and oblivious and undeserving because you can't see how much you're hurting me!" Blaine span around, face contorted into an ugly snarl as his hands was thrown up in frustration. "What do I have to do to make you see?" His hand grasped a fragile glass vase from Kurts bedside table.

Kurt flinched as it hit the wall with an audible thud, shattering into a thousand pieces. They littered Kurts navy carpet like ice, frigid and glittering beautifully in the days sun which shone through Kurts half-closed blinds.

Kurt choked back a sob, a hand clasped over his mouth.

"Oh don't start!" Blaine spat at him, feet heavy and hurried as he paced, hands making wild gestures to get his anger across. "You look ugly when you cry," Kurt couldn't stop the sob that tumbled fro his mouth then. It was followed by a growl of rage and than a whimper as Blaine thrust himself forward, invading Kurts personal space and gripping him tightly.

Kurt let out a whimper when he felt – more than saw – Blaines strong hands encircle his wrists in a grip tight enough the bruise, even more so on Kurts pale skin. He felt himself being jerked forward, his eyes clenched shut to try and futilely stop his tears from falling. His body was forced to collapse, heavy and unwilling onto to Blaines heaving torso.

He stiffened when he felt a strong hand move from his wrist, to his chest to his throat, grasping it and pushing the larynx and trachea together, forcing friction that Kurt couldn't but give a terrified shiver at as his breath became sparse, voice hoarse and reedy before he was being forcibly thrust backwards, landing and bouncing on his bed before Blaine was on him again, heavy and forceful as he straddled Kurts waist, a horrible pressure on his lower ribcage that Kurt fought with all his might to escape.

But it was futile, Kurt was tall and lean, but Blaine was broader and stronger, with muscles built from boxing and sports and football whilst Kurt was lean and pale and thin.

The hand was back at his throat again, forcing his breath from him as the hand crushed his neck even more, Kurt swallowed even as he fought to scream, breath sparse and futile to gather as he felt his head grow dizzy, his eyes popped as his tongue felt dry. Blackness invaded his vision as it encroached upon him, making his kicking legs fall limp and his flailing arms droop from where they had been scratching at Blaines wrists and shoulders.

Then, blessed oxygen.

"Can't have you passing out on me now, can it?" Blaine smirked, face ugly as he loomed over Kurt. He was still straddling him, his hand around Kurts throat as he applied a gentle pressure that only caused Kurts breath to become sparse rather than cut it off completely.

Kurt froze when he heard the tinkle of a belt buckle.

Blaine, still with a hand around Kurts throat and still straddling his wiast, had taken a hand to his own jeans, skilfully unbuckling his belt and reaching inside.

"Why did you cheat, Kurt?" Blaine asked casually, as if he didn't have his own hand down his pants and a hand around a terrified Kurts throat. "Was it because I wasn't good enough?" He questtioned, voice rough and harsh as he lent forward a little, breath staining Kurts skin, making it erupt into goosebumps as though a cool breeze had over took them.

Blaine let out a chuckle as he heard Kurts terrified whimper, his hand clenching and than loosening as he smirked down at Kurt, voice dark.

"I'll show you who isn't good enough,"