Random drabble that came to me one day. Figured I'd write the idea of it out. Don't know if I'll ever actually go anywhere with it though...
Disclaimer: I do not own Kurt, or any other characters from Glee.
The first rule about Fight Club, is that you don't talk about Fight Club, right? Well this wasn't that kind of club. The only rule about this club, was that it didn't exist.
Those who knew of it, had they spoken to one another out in their everyday lives, if wanting to know if they were meeting up there later, would have simply said "Are you going tonight?" But they didn't. Because it didn't exist.
There are many different kinds of people who were members of this club. Some were domineering and commanding in life, and so were the same at the club. Some were passive, giving way to others, and they too were like that at the club.
Then there were people like Kurt Hummel.
Kurt Hummel, at 16 years of age, was skinny, feminine, and gay. At school he was bullied. He was pushed around, called names, all but tortured, while those around him turned a blind eye. But at the club, he was someone else.
Standing in his room at the club, leather pants resting low on his slim hips, the pale skin of his bare chest glistening in the candle light, his beautiful face hidden behind a black mask, here, he was in different.
The whip in his hand felt like an extension of his body. The crops and ropes on the table were all his friends, and he loved playing with his he was here, with his pet of the day masked and gagged so that he wouldn't know who they really were, he was in charge.
The club was Kurt's saving grace, because without it, without that place to escape to, that place where he was dominant, where he was the one inflicting the pain, where he was the one that everyone wanted, well without that place, Kurt Hummel would have killed everyone in his school by now.
But he didn't.
No, instead he left welts on bare backs, on bare asses, on thighs and on chests. He bruised them, and abused them, and they always came back for more, because that pain, that giving up of control, was what THEY needed, to make it through the day without going insane. And Kurt was the best at doling it out.