Name: Things That Are Broken Can Be Fixed
Rating: M for mentions of rape, boy/boy, and swearing
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warnings: Rape. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH BOY/BOY OR NON-CON
A/N: Yes! This is a new story because I'm a douche and start new stories before updating and not finishing old ones. Please bear with me :( I'll update my other ones soon enough..
Rough hands closed around his throat, silencing him.
No.
Chapped lips kissed at his mouth roughly, sucking hard on his neck. He felt teeth and squeaked in fear just before he bit him harshly.
Please, stop.
A hand enveloped his crotch through his jeans and palmed him crudely and roughly, squeezing.
It hurts.
Suddenly, he was being shoved down by his shoulders, his eyes coming in view with Karofsky's crotch. He turned his head to the side, trying to look away earning a slap across the cheek and a hand in his hair, forcing him to look.
Let me go.
He saw Karofsky begin to unzip his pants and pull them off along with his underwear, exposing his thick, angry red cock. Kurt whimpered in disgust and closed his eyes, clamping his lips shut.
"C'mon bitch, open your mouth." Karofsky ordered. Kurt kept his mouth clamped shut. He felt Karofsky pinch his nose, effectively stopping him from breathing until the need to breathe took over and he opened his mouth wide, gasping for air. Karofsky smirked and thrusted into Kurt's mouth, groaning.
Kurt gagged, his stomach churning as he felt the need to throw up.
Karofsky didn't register this and kept thrusting, moaning and holding Kurt's head still. "Fuck yeah, bitch. You whore I bet you love this.." he said in a hushed voice. "Fuck, m'gonna come.."
Kurt whimpered around Karofsky's dick, half in fear and half in repulsion. Karofsky took this as a positive response and thrusted faster. He groaned loudly and came down Kurt's throat. "Fuck yes bitch take it.." he muttered before pulling out and tucking his now flaccid dick in his pants throwing Kurt a crude wink before walking out of the locker room.
Kurt felt bile rise in his throat and hurried over to the trash can and throwing up, tears streaming down his face.
Kurt jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat as he looked around.
He was at Dalton.
Not McKinley.
Kurt couldn't shake the scared feeling he'd had since he left and walked to the bathroom, throwing up as quietly as he could before brushing his teeth and walking to bed. He cried himself to sleep. Something he'd done every night since he got there.
Heavy stuff..for me anyway..sorry! Um..the chapters will get better..sorry. It's 2:31 AM. Please review!
~Britney~