A/N:
I saw another mpreg story with Kurt and Finn and I knew I had to write my own. Recently my grandfather has passed away and I have been spending a lot of time with my grandma. She and my grandpa always listened to country music, lots and lots of it. So I was listening to a few songs and the idea just came to me and it was perfect. So this story is for my grandpa, I don't plan on it being too long, just something to ramble in. This one isn't a country song but it's only the beginning and I needed something moreangry.
This chapter is all in Finn's POV.
I own nothing; if I did then the opening scene of glee would have been of Kurt and Finn making out instead of those cheerios girls.
SONG: Pain
BY: Three days grace
Thanks so much to my beta xxXAngelDreamerXxx, you've done too much for me.
Without further ado
~*~*~*~*Finn~*~*~*~*
I crossed my arms and leaned back against the frame of the door, waiting for Kurt to come out of the bathroom. I kept telling him things like 'this is stupid' and 'it's not possible, you're wasting your time' but in truth I was seriously freaking out. I'd been through the sexual education classes and I knew that it was impossible, but still, something inside me was sending up flares and red flags, telling me that something was about to change my life for the worst all over again.
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Quinn Fabray, my ex-girlfriend, just had her baby, Beth. That baby was supposed to be mine, but of course she had cheated on me with my best friend and the baby was his, because everything just had to go wrong in my life. It was almost a given that anything that could go wrong would go wrong. I straightened up again as Kurt came out of the bathroom. I didn't like the feeling he brought out with him. One hand was clutched over his stomach, and the other held a small stick that I'd just gotten from the store when this irrational fear hit him. His eyes were glued to the test for a few more seconds before he looked up at me, slowly turning it so I could read it as well.
You're sick, of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world you can understand
"Positive." He spoke the word with no sound, but I still understood. My eyes widened and Kurt fell to the ground, crying out in agony and holding his knees to his chest. It was still a mystery to me how he managed to move so well when he was wearing skinny jeans. I tried to move closer to him, give some sort of comfort and receive some of my own for my own mental freak out, but the smaller male just scooted away from me, sinking into a corner and bawling and screaming as hard and loud as he could.
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand
That day just wasn't my day; I'd never meant to take it out on Kurt. I slammed the door closed as I made my way into the Hudson-Hummel household. Rachel and I had just broken up because Jesse had managed to worm his way back into our lives.
I'm not sure why she decided to tell me on our two month anniversary that she'd been screwing him behind my back for about two weeks now, but she had, and now all I could think about was doing something, anything, to get my mind off of the mental picture of the two of them together.
"Finn, is that you?" Kurt's voice rang through the halls of the house and I remembered that Burt and my mom were out on a date tonight, leaving Kurt and I at home. I followed the sound of his voice into the living room.
Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
He did a double take from the TV to me. He was watching some sort of home design show thingy, but apparently my rain-soaked form was much more important to him. Kurt hopped off the couch, asking me questions that all revolved around if I was okay or not, and racing to get me towels. He kept blubbering as he reached up to dry out my rained-on hair, but I grabbed his wrist, stopping the flood of words coming from his mouth. He looked at me in confusion with those big blue eyes of his, and I leaned in.
Pain, with out love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
I honestly forgot everything in that moment. I was on a mission to make myself feel better, and I didn't care who I hurt in the process. That included Kurt or Kurt's steady boyfriend, Sam. I only thought of myself, and a way to release myself from all of this pain, which in my mind seemed to be getting a good fuck out of the closest person around. Kurt was just the fallen victim to my trap. If I had known all the consequences then I still probably wouldn't have stopped, so what difference did knowing make?
I trailed fast nips and kisses down Kurt's jaw and neck, walking us backwards until Kurt's legs hit the couch and sent him sinking down into it. I didn't waste any time and tore off my own shirt before climbing onto him and kissing him thoroughly. Everything was a giant blur of kissing and tongues and licks for a while until Kurt and I were seated naked, and the reality of the situation hit me. We couldn't do thison the couch.
Okay, so maybe the entire reality hadn't hit me but it was a start, plus I knew Burt would kill me if he found out what we were doing. I grabbed onto Kurt's upper arms and pulled him up with me as I stood, locking his legs around my waist and leaving our clothes behind as I kissed him and went in search of a new place to commit our acts of sin.
Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand
I didn't have to search long, because the first stop was the kitchen and after setting Kurt on the edge of the dining room table and doing a sweepy motion to clear it of anything else that could get in my way, it seemed like the perfect place. I got back on top of Kurt, who moaned longingly up at me, and bit down on his ear, whispering dirty details to him and making him shudder in anticipation. I made my way down his neck again and sucked roughly on his collar bone, leaving a mark that would later ruin us. I licked down his hairless chest and made my way gently over to a nipple, taking hold and biting down as gently as I could muster up, relishing in the tight and choked mix of a sigh and a moan.
The tables were turned, not literally of course, for a while Kurt went down; letting is lips wrap around the head of my member. I groaned and tried to buck upwards but he already had a handle on that by holding my hips down so they couldn't move. I felt him use his lips to cover over his teeth, moving his head further down and then slightly back up before down again as he tried to suck me off. It was weird feeling this needy for Kurt, but at the same time it felt right in a way.
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
I let my hand travel into the forbidden zone and clutch onto Kurt's beautiful locks of shining brunette. He moved positions to get more comfortable over me on the table. He gave an experimental lick to my fully-engulfed member that made me let out a deep and throaty groan, along with a feeling that sex with Santana never did make me feel. Along with my groan, Kurt added his own moan. The vibration of the sound against my member was too good not to voice out loud to him.
I wondered how he knew so much about this, but never got a chance to question it. He lightly dragged his teeth over me, letting them barely graze my skin as he moved up, and it made me cum right then and there. I'd tried to get a better handle on my 'mailman problem,' but I just hadn't been able to make that much work of it. Kurt didn't seem to mind though as he sat up, licking his lips once and wiping his chin. I smirked and pulled him up by the shoulder, demanding attention from his lips.
The taste of myself mixed with the warm vanilla flavor of Kurt made me quickly flip us over. I wondered why Kurt wasn't making any complaints about any of this, especially since he was dating Sam, who really was a good guy and wouldn't ever do anything to hurt him. When I tried asking though, he said something about waiting too long for this and then begged me to do something.
I let my calloused hand close around his member, hearing a soft squeak come from within him. It was so cute, just like Kurt. When I moved my hand up and down, stroking him, he threw his head back and moaned almost like I had groaned earlier. I sucked on certain places all over his body, leaving little red marks adorning his upper and lower neck and all over his chest, plus one bright red bite mark on his shoulder.
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain!
When I finally decided that I wanted more, I looked around for something, anything we could use for lubrication. Kurt seemed to know what I was looking for, and sighed out something about the top drawer next to the stove. That's where I found cooking oil. It might have been gross to use but it would work, right? I returned to Kurt, already coated messily in the cooking oil. I waited for him to give the okay before I pressed a finger lightly inside of him, watching his face scrunch up the further I went. At first he said it had just felt weird but with every new finger I added came a cry of pain. At one point he told me to stop all together and told me to take them out but I couldn't stop there. It was only a short period of time before I was able to take my fingers out, declaring him as prepared as he would be getting.
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
That you are wounded
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
That I'm here to save you
You know (You know)
You know (you know)
I'm always here for you
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
That you'll thank me later
I used my hands to support my weight as I loomed over his tiny body. We both breathed heavily but it was good, the kind that said you were doing something good. I move my arms down to lower me, almost as if I were doing a push up, and met Kurt's kiss-swollen lips with my own, biting down on his bottom lip and sucking on it gently. I felt his hands move over my chest, his fingers tweaking at one of my nipples. I used only one hand and my knees to support my weight as I moved one hand down to start gently stroking him again as I moved my hips forward.
He hissed slightly as I began my entrance. I felt myself slowly disappearing inside of him, slowly being used heavily. Soon the head of my member was in; I paused to give Kurt time to adjust. His eyes closed and he was biting his lip, but sure enough, he gave me a nod to continue, so I did.
I moved with care until I was fully inside of him and both of our breathing was labored. I gave an experimental thrust and he gave a sort and hitched exhale of pleasure. I moved out a bit and back in, getting another moan. Soon we had come to a rhythm where I pulled out most of the way and moved back in quickly, causing him to cry out some and give a few of those adorable squeaky sounds. Then I hit it, that one spot inside of him that I'd learned chicks didn't have. He tossed his head back and called out my name for more. Each time I hit that same spot, he'd get louder and louder.
Pain, with out love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Sweat rolled off my brow and I could see it forming on his face as well as I continued to move, and he continued to writhe under me with immense pleasure. I could feel that ball of fire in my stomach building, I was going to cum, and by the looks of it so was Kurt. I moved in and out a few more times, trying to remember and savor this time before it was over and we had to go back to reality. Kurt gripped onto my shoulders, digging his nails in my skin. He curled up slightly and I arched my back as the sweet feeling of bliss took over us both. I rode my orgasm out calling out Kurt's name, as I heard his voice reciprocate my call with my own name somewhere in the back of my mind.
I dropped over him, my orgasm over and done with, just leaving the after glow. His legs fell from around my waist and onto the table below him, while mine just hung over the edge. We paused for a minute, coming down off our high on cloud nine. With only slightly ragged breath, I moved off of him, sweaty bodies untangling. I caught him shiver from the cold of not having my warmth over him, but I wasn't going to leave him. I found a cloth of some sort and wet it, making quick work of our mess and cleaning off both of our stomachs before tossing the cloth aside. Kurt looked drop dead tired as he still lay on the table, and truth be told, I was as well.
Pain, without love
Pain, Can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
I slunk one arm under his shoulders and just underneath his legs, carrying him bridal-style to our room in the basement. Kurt looked up at me sleepily, and released his hands from around my neck as I let him down on my bed. He didn't question me when I went back upstairs, grabbing the cloth and our clothes and bringing them all downstairs to throw them into a hamper. I could see Kurt's eyes drooping closed as I moved around the room, using the last of my energy to find nighttime clothing and dress myself and Kurt, before falling into the bed next to him. He curled into my side under the blanket, and I snuggled into him as well. Kurt made me swear it was a one time thing, and would forever be a secret between us before mumbling my name one last time and falling asleep, me following directly behind him.
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain!
That's how it had all started, so sweet and amazing. Yet now here I was, paying the consequences for my actions. If I had just kept it in my pants then none of this would have happened. Kurt wouldn't be, somehow, pregnant and we'd still be repressing that magical night two weeks ago. I couldn't help it anymore, I sat down and leaned against the wall and started to cry, not caring at that point that it was unmanly. My life was a living hell and it was never ending, Azimio and Karofsky would never understand, because they still get to be twelve. I was forced out of my childhood and forced to become a man. I wasn't ready and it wasn't fair, but this is where I am, and this is how I was choosing to deal with my struggles. Kurt was crying, so why couldn't I?
A/N:
A sort of prologue if you will. If you like then review and I'll continue, if not then please go away, you're not welcome here. If you have any advice then don't be afraid, I only bite on Thursdays.
