Warning: Mentions of rape.
A locker closed next to Blaine and he jumped. He quickly shoved his books into his locker before heading to glee club. He sat through the whole lesson not paying attention. He just wanted to go home. Mr. Schue ended glee and Blaine practically ran out of the choir room, down the hallway, out to the parking lot and to his car. He drove home, quickly. He got home and layed down on his bed. He didn't want to sleep because he knew he would have nightmares, but he was just so tired. His eyes drooped shut and he fell asleep.
There was a pair of lips on his. Not good. He tired pushing Eli off, but Eli pushed Blaine backwards and onto the bed. He grabbed Blaine's wrists and held them above his head, not allowing him to move. "Stop! No! I don't want this!" Eli grabbed the hem of Blaine's shirt, grabbing it and pulling it over the younger boy's head. He sucked and locked his way down the younger boy's chest, holding his arms above his head with one hand, using the other to pull down his pants and boxers. "STOP!"
Blaine, jumped away, sweating and shaking, tears in his eyes. Don't feel sorry for yourself. It's your fault. Blaine knew he couldn't go back to sleep so he just grabbed his laptop and learned the new song for glee club.
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The next day at school Brittany kept watching Blaine, like she had been since he came back from New York the week before. She knew something was wrong since he got back and the night before she decided to search up the symptoms.
She knew what was wrong with him and now she just needed him to admit it. Then she would call her Unicorn. She knew that if Kurt knew the truth that he would come back.
She walked over to Blaine, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. He flinched so badly he fell back into the lockers. She looked at him, concerned. She grabbed his hand, he flinched, but then calmed down. She led him to an empty classroom and closed the door.
"Blaine Warbler, I've noticed that something has been wrong ever since you came back from New York. I've noticed that you flinch whenever someone catches you off guard or touches you. I've noticed how if a locker slams you jump. I've noticed how you always look down the hallway whenever your there, as if your scared someone is gonna come and hurt you. So, last night I decided to search up your symptoms."
No, she can't know. She can't know what's wrong.
"I searched up everything and what came up was not good. It makes me sad knowing that this happened to you and you didn't tell anyone, Blainey. But, you can tell me. I already know."
Tears stung Blaine's eyes and spilled down his cheeks. A broken sob escaped his lips and Brittany asked him a question. "Were you raped?"
Blaine looked at her. "I-it's my f-fault. I w-went t-to his house."
"No, Blaine Warbler, if you said no, then he raped you. I looked that up too." Blaine nodded and continued crying and Brittany pulled him in for hug.
The late bell had already rang and so Brittany led him out of the classroom, down the hallway, to the parking lot, and into her car. She placed him in the passenger seat and got into the driver side.
Within a few minutes Blaine was asleep. She drove out of the parking lot and to a familiar house. She had only been here a few times, but she knew that Blaine had been here many times. She parked the car and got out, walking to the front door. She knocked, waiting for the door to open.
