So Much Broken Glass
by: muaaimoi
The first time Kurt has sex, he likes to believe it's a choice. His choice. He chose to go. It was pretty obvious, really, in retrospect, what Eric had wanted from the start. Eric Chase was a senior, three years older than him at seventeen, and the social king of Mckinley High. He was rich, the star quarterback, and definitely dating the head cheerleader. If not for the last little detail, he would be everything Kurt has ever wanted in a guy, but had been so very sure he couldn't have.
That's why, when Eric corners him at a secluded spot by the bleachers at lunch, and kisses him full on the mouth, Kurt just goes with it. He tries to kiss back as best as he can, head rushing, heart pounding, because this amazing, movie star good looking guy, is kissing him. And it's like a dream come true. Kurt hasn't even come out of the closet yet, and he's just had his very first kiss. Plus the guy is really hot.
So what if he only knows Eric because everyone does? So what if it's not romantic, and he's pretty sure he hasn't said two words to the guy. It's his first kiss. It's special. So if Eric's hands go down too far and touch him in ways that make him both hot and extremely uncomfortable, Kurt can ignore it.
He gets really good at that; at ignoring it. Eric corners him at lunch a lot. And then he tells Kurt to wait after school for him under the bleachers. Kurt goes, the school is usually deserted after football practice. He thinks this might be what he's waiting for, a chance to talk, to ask Eric why he wants him, what he actually wants from Kurt. If he ever plans to take Kurt out on a real date... He's fourteen, he's allowed to hope.
Then Eric shows up. They don't talk.
But Kurt does moan, he moans a lot, completely overwhelmed. Eric comes prepared, he has lube, and a dildo that stretches Kurt wide open. Open enough that he has almost no trouble taking Eric's actual cock.
It's his first time. Eric doesn't even have the decency to kiss him after they're done.
Kurt limps home, grateful it's Friday and his Dad has a long day at the garage. He takes a shower. Hears his Dad come home, they have dinner. Then he takes another shower. He showers a lot that weekend. Come Monday Eric corners him at their regular spot. The kissing feels different this time, almost frantic. Then Eric pulls away from him and drops his pants.
His intention is perfectly clear.
Later, Kurt won't be able to figure out why he'd done it. He can't remember what he'd been thinking, why he had gone on his knees without protest. But he had.
Eric suddenly starts talking to him after that. He gives Kurt all sorts of hints and tips to refine his technique. Praises him whenever Kurt manages to get better at anything that has to do with sex. He actually leaves Kurt with a dildo and lube a few weeks later, so he can prepare himself before Eric gets there.
It's the first time Kurt has stretched himself out for him that Eric's girlfriend finds them. The tears of shame he'd managed to hold in while fucking himself with a dildo under the bleachers begin to fall at the sight of Heather Morris.
" Well what do we have here?" The cheerleader asks, snide.
Kurt want's to die, he's never been so ashamed in his life. He's not prepared to feel Eric laughing inside him. They shift and he finds himself straddling his lap. The new angle forces him in deeper, and it's all Kurt can do not to groan. Then Eric's large lube covered hand begins stroking his dick and that battle is lost. He doesn't understand why they're still fucking when Eric's girlfriend is right there.
" Just Kurt, Baby." Eric says. It barely registers, but it's the first time he's heard Eric say his name. He realizes then, with a sick lurch of his stomach, that he hadn't known that the football player actually knew it." We agreed I was gonna take him under my wing, remember?"
Kurt is finding it very hard to think. All he knows is that he's very confused.
" It really is such a shame Quinn's such a bible humper, She's so pretty. And that Finn kid, cute and tall, but he's just not hot."Heather sighs, " But I guess Kurt will do."
Kurt doesn't manage to actually process any of that before all hope of rational thought is stolen from him. There is a mouth on his dick. There is a pretty girls mouth on his dick, and Kurt doesn't care that it's a girl in the least, it doesn't matter that he's not actually attracted to the gender, because there is a mouth on his dick that is doing sinful things with it's tongue.
Eric gives a particularly hard thrust and Kurt can feel every inch of his cock in his ass and he's coming long before he's realized it. Kurt comes so hard that his vision swims and time loses all meaning.
"..asty" Heather is saying when Kurt finally becomes aware of his surroundings. There is a hand playing with his dick and he whimpers, sore and over sensitive. Somehow it doesn't keep him from getting hard. Eric is still thick and throbbing inside him." Man I really love virgins."
That's when he notices Heather pulling her underwear off.
' No', Kurt thinks, 'Please no'. He doesn't want to have sex with a girl. He never want's to have sex with a girl. The idea very idea of it kind of makes him want to hurl. But when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.
Heather sit's on his lap. That's how he thinks about it, the only way he can wrap his mind around it. Heather sit's on his lap and Kurt focuses on every inch of Eric he can feel pressed up against and inside him. At least that's familiar.
Kurt doesn't know how long they stay that way. Heather sit's and bounces in his lap, Eric thrusts up behind him, and Kurt goes a little numb to it all. It doesn't hurt. There's no reason for him to be crying. But he does. He cries until Heather's walls clamp forcefully around added feel of Eric going inside of him is what get's him to come with her.
Heather laughs once he slips out of her, breathless.
" Not bad" She says." I'm gonna teach you everything you need to know about how to make a woman cum. You know what, I'll teach you everything about sex, period. My legacy should live on."
Then she leans forward and kisses him. It's nothing like kissing Eric. Eric leads him, when they kiss. Eric set's the pace, and how long each kiss lasts. Heather isn't interested in anything other than plundering his mouth. Her tongue invaded his mouth like it' was marking it's territory. But something about the way it slides against his own surprises him into a moan. It's a great kiss, passionate, almost desperate, but skilled, too. Heather clearly knows what she's doing. It's better than his first, for all that she's not a boy. It leaves him dazed, kissing back.
Kurt manages to hate her a little more, just for that.
" You have potential." Heather breathes against his lips." This is gonna be fun. Let's go Jock- strap."
It's only then Kurt remembers that Eric's there too. His face is turned towards Heather, and there's something on it that's painfully familiar to Kurt. Even if he can't for the life of him figure out what it is.
Heather pulls up her panties and they leave.
It takes Kurt a while, but he manages to pull on his clothes. It takes three tries to lace his shoes to realize he's trembling. Kurt bites his lips. They're gone, maybe now, even if they're not there to hear it. If he could just say it aloud...
Kurt opens his mouth. He want's to cry, he want's to scream. He want's to tell them that they make him sick. Nothing comes out. His mouth clicks shut in defeat.
" What are you doing here?" A voice calls out. He doesn't even have it in him to jump at being startled.
" You smell like sex." The girl says around the cigarette in her mouth. She's eyeing him like a piece of meat. Kurt feels so unclean. He just want's a shower. But that means walking. And walking means feeling the burn Eric's cock left in his ass. Kurt can't deal with that right now. He doesn't want to deal with any of what just happened. Ever. The girl before him snorts." I'm Ronnie, and I like it."
Some part of Kurt deep inside that has preserved something like decency rears to the forefront. He has manners, the least he can do is introduce himself. He opens his mouth to do it, but he's still mute.
" Looks like you need one of these." Ronnie says, and waves a cigarette in his face. Kurt reaches for it reflexively.
Kurt has never smoked a day in his life. He'd never had any interest in cigarettes, he thought the habit unhygienic and disgusting. He tries not to think about why he's doing it as he brings the cigarette to his mouth anyway.
Ronnie lights him up." Don't get used to this. This is Skank territory."
Kurt wraps his arms around himself. Taking the smoke is easier than going down on Eric, and the taste of ash masks the taste Heather's tongue left in his mouth. It helps, a little, but it helps. It helps him think. He thinks about the boy he's been having sex with. Think's about Heather's words, the way they sounded like a promise. Thinks about his own immobility. His inability to say anything to either of the people he had sex with not a full twenty minutes ago. Even after they were gone.
" I think I might qualify." Kurt says. It's the first thing he's managed to say all day.
Ronnie smiles at him. There's something broken in it Kurt understands perfectly.
X
So it turns out Skank Kurt is pretty compelling. I felt like I had to give this a try, so here goes. Klain is not going to happen for a while. And just a general warning, Kurt will be the William Mckinley bike, pretty much everyone has had a ride. He will also have a sort of developed relationship with the Skanks. You guys are going to either hate or pity my OC's. Maybe a bit of both in some cases. Nothing else I can think of off the top of my head so that's it for now. I hope you like it!