AN: Hey lovely people. Right first of all this is my first FF I've ever posted, not the first one I've ever written mind just the first one I've posted but constructive criticism is more than welcome. This Fic is slightly AU and Blaine's Character is very OFC I just felt that most people like to portray Dave as the bad guy so I thought it would be interesting to turn the tables a bit cause that how I roll.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee but if I did I'd have enough money to buy a reliable car for a change.

There is a rape warning for this chapter.

Chapter 1

Dave sighed absentmindedly tapping his fingers against the wood of the table. He checked his watch realising it had only been 4 minutes since he last checked. He knew Kurt had a reputation for being fashionably late but 40 minutes did not class as fashionably in his book.

This would have been their second date this week, even if Kurt had clearly pointed out that it was not a date and had only agree to go as friends and nothing more. For the first 'date' he had taken Kurt on a picnic. It felt amazing to be near to the person he'd had feeling for since sophomore year even if he knew he didn't deserve for Kurt to reciprocate his feelings anyway. Hell, he'd made Kurt's life at McKinley a misery, pushed him to move to a school miles away from where he lived and all because Dave was scared, scared of his feelings towards Kurt, scared of admitting to himself that he was gay. But everything was different now Kurt had forgiven him after many persistent apologies on David's part and Kurt had even agreed to go out with him, strictly as friends of course.

Dave looked at his watch again and stared at the door of the restaurant, hoping Kurt would saunter in, in that confident manner that David so envied. He wished he could be more like Kurt, comfortable with who he is, confident in his own body.

"Excuse me can I get you anything else... another drink perhaps?"

Dave snapped out of his train of thought and glanced up at the young waitress. He instantly noticed how pretty she was. She was tall and slim with her long blonde hair scraped back into a ponytail. Her eyes were piercing blue in colour and her natural looking make-up complimented her lightly tanned skin perfectly.

'Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't appreciate beauty,' Dave thought.

"No thank you." Dave smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry but we are extremely busy on Friday night, as you can see... and well... if your friend's not coming then we could do with this table..."

Dave bit his bottom lip as he tried to come up with some kind of excuse.

"It's okay he just called to say his running late, traffic through Westerville is a nightmare apparently. He'll be here any minute now," Dave lied.

"Well okay then give us the heads up if you need anything else." She sighed and walked hurriedly back towards the kitchens.

He glanced around the restaurant. The couple on the table next to him were looking at him with expressions of concern on their faces. He smiled at them and returned his gaze to the door.

'I must look like a loser to them' he thought, 'what an absolute joke. 5 more minutes and I'm gone'

After 5 minutes he pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapped a few keys and hit send. He hastily grabbed his coat and walked hurriedly towards the door.

...

Kurt groaned. He had 2 outfits laid out on his bed and he couldn't for the life of him decide which one to wear. 'It's not a date. We're just friends, stop stressing,' he reassured himself.

He walked over to the full length mirror, holding each one up against his body trying to decide which one looked the best. He heard the door open and close behind him and he spun round to see Blaine leaning against the door frame, an unreadable expression in his face.

"Oh am I glad to see you. I am having a nightmare deciding which one of these to wear. Come here you can help me choose." He beckoned for Blaine to come closer. Blaine strode over to where Kurt was stood and Kurt smiled as he saw Blaine's reflection appear next to his in the mirror.

"You're going on a date with him? Why are you taking such an interest in him anyway?"

"It's not a date we're just friends and I'm just worried about him that's all. Ever since he came out, people have been giving him grief especially some of the people he used to be friends with... and I'm not just talking about slushy facials."

"It's less than what he deserves."

Kurt turned to face Blaine, a frown painted on his face. "I can't believe you just said that. I thought you of all people would understand seeing as you left your first High School because of homophobic bullying."

"Yeah and you left yours because your new fuck-buddy used to scare you senseless."

"Number 1, he's not my 'fuck-buddy' as you so put it and 2, people can change. Look, Dave just really needs a friend right now. In a way it's easier for guys like us to come out, the world just assumes we're gay before we even realise it ourselves. For people like Dave it's difficult. He had a reputation for being the tough guy when secretly he was tearing himself up on the inside just trying to keep up the whole facade."

"He's a bully, Kurt, don't delude yourself into thinking otherwise."

Kurt let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. He couldn't believe Blaine was being so unsupportive. Even if Dave had been a jerk in the past he was a different person now. He didn't deserve to be bullied just because he had the courage to admit who he was.

"The person he's been friends with since Kindergarten and some other old friends smashed his car up the other day and scraped 'fag' into the paintwork. Are you saying he deserved that?"

"I guess it's just Karma."

"When I was struggling you supported me, I'm only doing the same for Dave. I think I'll go with the blue shirt, it brings out the colouring in my eyes."

Kurt walked over to the wardrobe and placed the other outfit back on the hanger, grateful he had a distraction to save him from hitting Blaine to try and make him see sense.

Blaine was quick to move, he had Kurt trapped up against the wardrobe doors, pinning Kurt's arms above his head.

"Blaine, what the hell are you doing?" Kurt struggled under Blaine's iron grip trying to push him away but failing miserably. Kurt's question was quickly answered however when Blaine crashed their lips together. 'Great' thought Kurt, 'I've only had 2 kisses in my life and both were unwanted.' Blaine bit down hard on Kurt's bottom lip and Kurt could taste a mixture of blood and alcohol on his tongue. Kurt began to panic at the sudden stinging in his mouth and he turned his face away.

"Stop, have you been drinking?"

"You know what your problem is Kurt you always assume the best in people...me included. You should really learn to be more objective."

'Now I know what this is about. He's just trying to prove a point about trust.'

"Okay Blaine, you've made your point, now if you'd kindly let me go, you're hurting me.' Kurt didn't like the look in Blaine's eyes. It was lustful, predatory even. Blaine began nipping at the sensitive part of Kurt's neck, biting hard enough to draw tiny droplets of blood to the surface, marking Kurt's smooth porcelain skin.

Kurt seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. He didn't have the strength to push Blaine away, who, for a small guy seemed incredibly strong despite his stature.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Okay Kurt relax he's just trying to prove a point about trusting Dave, he's not going to go any further. He's still just Blaine the friend who taught you how to have courage."

"You know ever since I met you Kurt I've wanted to do this. I tried to make you jealous with that Jeremiah guy, but you were to fucking stupid to see it. I guess playing hard to get has its drawbacks."

"Blaine, DaveswaitingformeI'mgoingtobelate"

"Sorry... didn't catch that."

"I said Dave's waiting for me I'm going to be late. Let me go now!" Kurt cried out as Blaine's hand came down to strike him across the face.

"Forget about him," Blaine spat. He began rubbing at the red mark forming on Kurt's face. "He doesn't deserve you."

Kurt saw his opportunity. Blaine's one handed grip on him wasn't as strong as it had been previously and Kurt used all his strength to push Blaine down to the ground.

He started towards the door but Blaine was quicker and grabbed Kurt around the ankle sending him crashing towards the floor. Kurt suddenly felt an unfamiliar weight on his back as Blaine straddled him trapping Kurt's shaking form beneath him.

"Blaine, please don't do this. You've gone too far," he sobbed as white hot tears began to fall down his face.

Blaine grunted pulling at Kurt's trousers. "He stole your first kiss now it's my turn. You're going to remember forever that I was your first... Besides when you beg, it just turns me on even more."

Kurt clamped his eyes shut and thought of Dave sitting on his own at Breadstix waiting for him to arrive. 'He thinks you've stood him up,' Kurt thought, even more tears threatening to spill down his face. He suddenly felt cold and he realised that Blaine had succeeded in pulling down his trousers. He was mortified when his trousers quickly followed suit.

'Looks like you're enjoying this almost as much as I am,' Blaine sneered eyeing up Kurt's hardening member. Kurt felt sick to the stomach by the betrayal of his own body. "Now I know why you're so eager to date your bully. Kurt Hummel, the slut that enjoys being fucked around with," he laughed, his fingernails digging into Kurt's wrists enough to cut them, leaving behind bloody, crescent shapes.

Kurt's eyes widened in terror as Blaine grabbed his legs pulling them as far apart as they would go. Kurt wanted to fight, lash out with all the strength he could muster. But he couldn't for the life of him make his body obey. He was physically weak. He tried once more to shift Blaine's weight off him, to break free of his bruising hold.

"Don't pretend you don't want me. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes, you're practically gagging for it."

All he could do was lie there helpless. Hoping someone would burst in at any minute and save him like he was in a movie or a bad dream.

Kurt could feel Blaine's fingers stretching his entrance. 'No. No. No. My first time shouldn't be like this. It should be romantic and gentle not painful and humiliating on a cold dormitory floor.

Blaine slammed into him with no further preparation, literally tearing Kurt apart on the inside. Both boys cried out, Kurt in excruciating pain, Blaine in pleasure as Blaine began his thrusts.

Kurt pressed his face into the floor desperately trying to ignore the excruciating pain exploding inside him. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was back on his picnic with Dave, listening intently as Dave tried to teach him the names of the constellations but it was no good he was distracted by Blaine's cries of pleasure. He could already feel the blood running down his thighs. He'd never felt so much physical pain in his life.

He tried to scream in the hope someone would hear him but his cries became muffled sobs as Blaine's hand covered his mouth prevents his screams of agony. How much longer is this going to last? How much longer was he meant to endure this torture?

Kurt winced as Blaine pulled at his hair up roughly, so he could whisper in his ear. "You're. So. Fucking. Tight."

Kurt knew Blaine was on the edge of his release as his thrusts became faster and more erratic. Blaine let Kurt's head fall to the ground, smacking his forehead on the polished, wooden floor.

Kurt heard Blaine moan and gasp as he came inside of him. Blaine collapsed onto him trying to catch his breath. Kurt didn't even attempt to move. His whole body stung and ached. He just wanted Blaine to leave him be. He'd never felt so used and so humiliated in his life.

After what seemed like an age Blaine finally got off him pulling his trousers back up.

"You can't tell anyone what happened."

Kurt ignored him he was still in shock. The person who had just done this to him was his friend. He had trusted him.

Kurt screamed as Blaine kicked him hard, a cracking sound filling the room as the pain exploded in his side.

"I said you can't tell anyone." Kurt felling a mixture of panic and agony nodded in agreement. "Not that they'd believe it was me in a million years but still..." Blaine sneered as he made his way out of Kurt's dormitory.

It was only when he heard the door close that he allowed himself to cry once more only to be interrupted by the feel of his phone vibrating against his leg. He pushed himself into a sitting position crying out as he did so from the pain in his side. He pulled his trousers up and fished his phone out of his pocket. He glanced at the screen, the light stinging his eyes.

1 Message received

Thanks for nothing Fancy. D

'Dave,' Kurt thought, 'I need to call Dave.'

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AN: Bloody Hell that was a long chapter. I was gunna split it into 2 to make it easier to read but one chapter would have been really short. It's made me feel depressed though I might go and make some shortbread. Hey if you review I might even send you some xx