A/N- So this story was written from a prompt made by "Yuna Nohako" so I'd like to thank her for this wonderful idea. Please, if you don't like the story line don't read it, OH and I am totally pro-gay, I love gay people just saying. And no flames, only criticisms please :D Best Wishes ~ Meghan~

PS- I had posted this chapter on here a few months ago, but for personal reasons I sort of vanished from the writing world for a while, I am very very sorry for discontinuing it but I felt like I had to. This is my new account and I am back and ready for business and I have the first 3 chapters' ready and edited Thank you for your understanding. My old account name was: Float-Flutter-Fly

Chapter 1: ~In All Actuality~

Kurt Hummel had always prided himself on his insanely accurate judge of character. He'd known from the very beginning that his step-brother Finn was goodhearted, even when it seemed exactly the opposite; and he'd seen right through the "caring" façade that Mr. Shue had put up over the past few years. In all honesty, Kurt never would have suspected someone to slip past his radar like this. At first, in his time of need Blaine had taken the older boy under his wing, he had acted as a mentor, a teacher and above all a wonderful first boyfriend; oh god he was so stupid, how could he not see it? People like him, freaks of nature; homosexuals should never ever be allowed love; they were just too different.

It had been a highly eventful evening for the pair that night; Sebastian Smythe a new friend of Blaine's had invited them both for a wild rendezvous in the local gay bar "Scandals". This in itself had been a life changing event; it was a metaphor for the selflessness that Kurt so desired. See naturally, Kurt never would have been comfortable watching Blaine dance the night away with some strange guy drunk, in a bar, yet it made his boyfriend very happy; and when Blaine was happy, Kurt was happy. Right? So why did it feel so wretched?

The near excruciating night had come to a close as Blaine leant on Kurt's shoulders, stumbling back to the navigator mumbling some nonsensical dreams about "Art". An intoxicated Blaine was never fun and in a moment of sweet vengeance Kurt imagined the headache his boyfriend might have the next morning with a smile.

Kurt opened the back seat door of his car and attempted to push Blaine onto the leather seat. His boyfriend went willingly enough but on the way down he grasped tightly onto Kurt's front and pulled the countertenor on top of him feeling the path into his shirt and caressing his stomach.

"Blaine! Cold hands! Cold hands!" He cried, feeling agitated.

"Kurt...Kurt...Kurt, let's just do it. I want you so badly, please?" Blaine pleaded.

"No! Blaine, not here! Not in the back of my car…"

"Kurt look, I know you want romance and rose petals with music and stuff, but as long as were together it will be special! I promise." Blaine begged grasping tightly onto his boyfriend's coat.

Now Kurt was nervous. What was Blaine doing? This wasn't like him at all, he had a lot to drink that night, Kurt recalled…Yes he assured himself; Blaine was just a terrible drunk.

"Blaine you need to let go of me, were done here, I'm taking you home."

When Blaine hands didn't cease their wandering Kurt began to struggle slightly.

"That is enough! Blaine please stop it! You're scaring me."

"Hey, Hey, Hey I'll take care of you Kurt baby no worries, you'll like it. You'll like it."

With that, Blaine's facial expression became glazed; his hands snaked over Kurt's stomach and lower back pulling the older boy closer to himself. Kurt jerked himself back violently smacking his head on the car door which was in fact still wide open. Pain coursed through his head leaving him momentarily dazed.

"Ow, oh my gods Blaine stop it! Please!"

"I can't Kurt, I can't I love you too much…"

Kurt began to cry, tears poured smoothly down his now pasty white face. He whimpered softly as Blaine reached down and began to open the belt buckle on his boyfriend's pants the zipper sliding down painfully slow.

"Blaine stop it! Please, please no, not like this!"

"Just shut up Kurt!"

Blaine forcefully slammed the countertenor against the floor of his navigator removing the bottom half of Kurt's clothing. Thrashing and kicking only spurred him on that much more. Pinning his boyfriend to the floor, Blaine reached forward and palmed the front of Kurt's boxers causing the boy underneath him to sob quietly;

"Stop, Blaine stop, stop, stop." He mumbled incoherently shaking his head in distress.

Blaine then proceeded to pin Kurt down awkwardly with his knee while undressing himself from the waist down. Finally, finishing and tossing his bottoms off to the side Blaine stood above his boyfriend's shaking body, eyes devoid of all emotion aside from lust.

"Get on your knees Kurt."

When the countertenor resisted, Blaine latched onto a fistful of his chestnut coiffed hair and tugged harshly causing his boyfriend to shriek in pain and snivel pitifully. Now full out sobbing Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as his mouth was forcefully directed onto Blaine's ready member choking him slightly at the sudden intrusion. Still clutching wads of his boyfriend's hair Blaine began to move Kurt's head back and forth causing the young boy to emit a muffled scream of horror.

"Come on Kurt, you know what to do."

The boy in question groaned in pain as Blaine shoved his member deeper into Kurt's throat, the ache of the obstructing object almost too much.

"You like that don't you Kurt? It feels good doesn't it?"

With a few more strokes Blaine emptied himself thoroughly into the very back corners of Kurt's raw throat throwing his head back with undulated pleasure.

Grasping hold of Kurt's neck to prevent him from running Blaine bent down and whispered breathily in his ear;

"Your turn now baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good."

Without hesitation, Blaine pulled down the front of his boyfriend's boxers and latched his own mouth onto his boyfriend's flaccid member roughly. Kurt's tears continued as his body responded to the torture in a way he had never anticipated, standing tall in eagerness. As Blaine's mouth worked itself in overdrive Kurt felt an emotion almost akin to pleasure…almost. The sensation was, well, good…but it felt terribly wrong at the same time, sick and disgusting; like he was some sort of toy used for the twisted desire of the master in charge. The dominant. Kurt had never felt less like a man than he did at that moment, a real man would never give himself over to such feeble, perverse pleasure. A slight, yet weak responsiveness exploded from Kurt as the short lived experience came to an end. Sobbing worse than before, he pleaded desperately with Blaine to just let him go, that he wouldn't tell, but to no avail.

"I knew you'd like it baby, I knew it, I love you so much Kurt!"

Kurt's scream pierced the night as Blaine attempted to move his member into Kurt's resistant entrance, the tip just barely penetrating; Blaine moaned loudly in expectancy. Before the throbbing could intensify tenfold, Blaine was yanked forcefully off of his boyfriend thanks to an intruding spy.

As Kurt pried open his weepy eyes for the first time in what seemed like hours, he gaped, astonishingly into the face of his rescuer.

~GLEE~

Sebastian Smythe was not a nice guy. He was a forceful, manipulative player and his latest naughty scheme was going quite swimmingly if he did say so himself. Blaine was, everything he had ever dreamed of in a guy; he was intelligent, good looking, talented and most of all an expert in all things entertainment. Now, Sebastian was on the verge of a personal breakthrough; he was ready to become the person he'd always wanted to be, but the picture; in order to be perfect, required Blaine Anderson. That boy was so willing it was almost comical, soon enough they could be together if only that sickeningly sweet gay face boyfriend of his would step out of the picture. Kurt Hummel, an average, run of the mill walking gay stereotype. Obviously, more girl that man, and entirely unappealing to any clever, gay male with a dick.

That night, the plan had been to lure Blaine and his boy toy to "Scandals", get his desired target piss drunk, and then ditch the Cheshire cat and proceed to have sex in the back of his car…Unfortunately, it had not worked out quite in his favour, and the curly haired boy had ended up stumbling out with his irritating boyfriend at arm's reach. Sebastian didn't know where the pair had ended off; he had assumed that they most likely had headed home, thanks to that stupid, smiley, no good, sober Kurt Freakin Hummel! So when he noticed the offending boy's navigator still idling in the parking lot, door wide open and bodies tangling together he had to give Kurt props. Originally, he had expected the Hummel was a virgin, but the scene in front of him proved that theory wrong…maybe.

The boy underneath his Blaine didn't seem to be having much fun, in fact tears were pouring down his cheeks, he was whining softly and seemed to be resisting against a tight hold. Shocked and confused, Sebastian did a double take, upon second glance it appeared that the kind gentle boy that he thought Blaine had been was instead about to…rape…the boy he had proclaimed to love only moments before. He didn't want to believe it! It was supposed to be the other way around; Kurt would be the bad guy always making Blaine feel useless, but according to his eyes…which weren't usually mistaken it was the exact opposite.

Deciding to intervene before the boy lost his precious innocence, Sebastian jogged forward towards the writhing pair grabbing onto the back of Blaine's shirt firmly and giving it a sharp tug.

"Get the hell off of him!" His voice reverberating across the parking lot.

"Sebastian…?" Kurt stuttered softly, staring him full in the face.

Blaine's legs gave out and he stumbled around aimlessly muttering silly, ludicrous proclamations of love. The sight sickened him, it was absolutely repulsive; Kurt's boxers had snapped back and were now covering him from any further humiliation as he struggled shakily to pull the rest of his clothes back on. When the younger boy had dressed himself properly, Sebastian unfolded his arms and reached a hand out to him;

"C'mon kid, I'll take you home."

Kurt winced at the sound of his voice but gradually accepted the offering and took his saviour's hand. As he climbed into the driver's seat, he could see the now messy boy shivering and crying delicately beside him, his breathing coming and going in heavy gasps.

Kurt whispered his address almost inaudibly and Sebastian nodded as he began to drive the traumatized boy home. As they arrived, Kurt turned to Sebastian and murmured a quiet thank you, opening the jeep's door and hurrying inside. Not wanting to steal the poor boy's car; Sebastian leapt out of the driver's seat and began the lengthy walk back to his house in Westerville, he'd catch a bus or something along the way.

"There." The boy told himself confidently. His daily good deed was done.

Somewhere, a few blocks from Lima's local gay bar, quiet sobbing could be heard from the streets as a curly haired teenager ambled back home drunkly, from a night that would haunt him for the rest of his life.