Though I agreed to talk about it later, I sort of was trying to avoid the situation. I couldn�t keep blaming my mood on almost losing a job. Kurt knew that wasn�t like me. He knew me too well to believe that. So I avoided him. I stayed silent in the car like I did the night before, and I was even quiet when we stopped for lunch. I sat right across from him and didn�t say a word, just slowly picked at my food. He kept looking over at me when we were driving again but I pretended not to notice him. It hurt so much to not speak to him, to not look at him, to not hold his hand in mine like we usually did. I wanted to cry the entire time I was with him and couldn�t do anything without him questioning me about what was bothering me. I couldn�t tell him what Vince did to me.
I still didn�t talk to him when we got to the arena. I continued to ignore him and went right into the locker room, acting as if my only concern was getting ready for the show. It was actually the last thing on my mind, and I had this feeling Kurt could tell my heart wasn�t into it. I stood at my locker for the longest time, just staring at it, just wishing I didn�t have to go anywhere near Vince, but I knew I�d have to. I groaned quietly, afraid of hearing my own voice. I felt someone�s hands on my hips suddenly, and pain from the cuts and bruises shot through me. I yelped and spun around, shoving myself back against the lockers, looking up to see Kurt standing there. He looked at me oddly. I knew then that I couldn�t lie to him any longer. I knew he wouldn�t leave me alone about it. He came closer to me, looking me dead in the eyes.
He reached his hands to me again, one taking the very bottom of my tank top and pulling it up slightly. He immediately saw a cut and bruise fading down into my pants. He furthered his exploration by pulling on my jeans, tugging them down my hips to get a complete look at the wounds. I felt his hands trembling as they gently moved over my exposed flesh.
�Vince...Vince did this?� He questioned, his breathing ragged with rage. I tried not to cry but decided to just let go. Tears flooded my eyes and streaked down my cheeks. I allowed myself to fall into Kurt�s arms and I buried my face in his shoulder as I sobbed. He cradled me gently, lovingly, trying to calm me, but I could feel how furious he was. His body shook violently, he grit his teeth, his nostrils flared.
�I�m sorry, Kurt! I-I didn�t know what to do! He said he would fire you if I didn�t! K-Kurt, he r-raped me!� I stuttered and sobbed and gripped him tightly. �I�m sorry, I�m sorry, I�m sorry!�
�It�s okay, calm down. I�ll make it better. I promise, baby, I will.� Kurt told me, whispering in my ear. �You have no reason to be sorry, this isn�t your fault.� He kissed my ear softly and stroked my head. I still sobbed, only quieter. �Shhh, it�s all right. I�ll make it better.�

Kurt�s POV

I clenched my fists angrily. I growled low in my throat, not letting it completely out because of Brock crying on my shoulder. Vince raped him. Vince raped him. My body was flooded with rage. How dare he touch him like that?! I pulled away from Brock after a few moments of reassuring him I would make things right. I would do whatever it took to make it better. I would do anything.
�Shhh, babe...� I said, rubbing his back and kissing him on the forehead. He slowly gained control of himself and he pulled away slightly to look at me. He looked almost relieved for a moment, panic then taking over again. Just by looking at me he could tell what I was going to do.
�Kurt, no...� He started, almost bursting out with more tears. I eyed him with disbelief. I shook my head. �Please! Kurt, please don�t!� He begged. What he was asking of me was completely unreasonable. I kissed him softly on the lips and looked right into his beautiful, blue eyes.
�I love you.� I told him. He was rendered speechless, not sure of what I was going to do. Then I began to walk away, towards the locker room door, and he realized I was going to do what I intended to in the first place. He freaked out and ran after me, following me out the locker room door and grabbing onto my arm harshly, trying to pull me back. He was unsuccessful and I continued forward, pulling him along with me.
�Kurt!! Stop! You can�t do this!!� He screamed all the way down the hallway, not caring who stared at him. I still just ignored him, and as I approached Vince�s office door he jumped in front of me and held me away from the door. He was hysterical with fear.
�No! No! No!� He screamed at me. I grabbed him by the arms, squeezing tightly to get his attention. He stopped immediately, only sobbing and shaking.
�Y-you won�t do this if you love me!� He said, tears streaming down his face. His lips quivered. I looked at him with pity.
�If I didn�t love you I wouldn�t be doing this.� He just fell silent. I gently pushed him aside and he leaned against the wall, sliding down it slowly into a sitting position. He hugged his legs to his chest and hid his face. I had to do it. I took the door knob into my hand and turned it quickly, entering the room without knocking.

Part 6 - The Conclusion