Never Let You Go
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: 3x05 Spoilers, Rape Victim!Kurt, Non-Con, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: (Prompt) After being raped by Blaine (The First Time), Kurt finds a comfort from a reassuring and protective Sebastian. Kurt can't help but needing to be by Sebastian's side 24/7 and Sebastian struggles to fight any feelings for Kurt.
Prologue
Kurt is squirming underneath Blaine, horrified and about to surrender. The own sound of his muffled crying confirms that this is not a violet, improbable nightmare but a horrifying reality. Blaine has him pinned to the backseat of the Navigator and is blatantly ignoring Kurt's pleads to stop. Kurt finds that screaming is useless because the lot is empty by this time, but cannot control it when Blaine begins his assault.
Wake up, Kurt urges himself. This is a nightmare and it will be over.
The pain is unbearable but Blaine is overcome by lost and ferocity, not listening to what have transformed into full out sobs from Kurt. No amount of begging changes anything and any struggling makes Blaine open to further aggressive actions.
No, Blaine would never do this to me, Kurt convinces himself as another pained scream escapes his lips. It sounds unfamiliar and screechy, but is covered by the roughness of Blaine's once familiar lips.
"Please," Kurt manages to breathe out, unsure that Blaine will hear or care. "Please, stop it."
There is a flash of blinding light and Kurt is momentarily at a loss for words as his head and heart continue to pound in tandem. A sudden screech of tires and an enraged yell sound in what seems to be miles from the backseat. All Kurt can think is I need to be saved. And that's when it hits him that his once Prince Charming is becoming the villain of the story. This has to be a nightmare, of course. There is no other plausible explanation. But Kurt dares himself to take another look at Blaine who is consumed by alcohol and lust and fury - It frightens Kurt.
All he can manage to think in between the pain is I'm gonna die here until the weight is lifted from his own body. There is a frigid feeling of relief to see that Blaine is no longer on top of him, but Kurt's head is spinning and the tears still run down his face, stinging his cheeks. In fear of his life, Kurt does not move and comes to a conclusion that he probably cannot anyway judging by the pain still instilled in his limbs, a strange feeling that everything is on fire.
In a world that is far away, Kurt can hear the distorted echoes of a person grunting, but not in a sexual manner. It feels surreal and Kurt cannot trust his judgment, but it sounds of a brutal fight. What's happening is all that can run through Kurt's hazy mind what seems a thousand times. And all of the sudden the light is covered by a figure standing over him. Kurt's heart stops and constricts into a feeling of panic and fear and anxiety and holy shit is that Blaine? But instead of being crowded on top of, there is a hesitant but gentle hand reaching out to him. Kurt doesn't flinch at its touch but feels the warmth of it melt into his skin.
There is a sound approaching, but Kurt cannot place it. It's almost whiny and deafening and Kurt cannot shut it out no matter how hard he tries. It causes Kurt to leave any sense of momentary sanctuary and begins to shudder and turn into a sobbing mess. There is a moment when the figure leans over him and Kurt wants to recoil, but there is only a comforting but raspy voice that whispers into his ear, "It's okay; I'm here."
Kurt doesn't resist, but can't stop crying and trembling and feeling helpless and hopeless and fucking lost. The events of the night at Scandals seem eons ago, a friendly memory that Kurt cannot hardly recall. The figure seems hesitant once more, but gently pulls Kurt up to a sitting position, taking him into a warm embrace and continuing to whisper reassurances into his ear. There is a tiny voice inside Kurt's head urging him to push away and keep a distance, but at this point that anyone or anything that isn't Blaine and is harmless is more than welcome to wrap arms around Kurt.
The sounds continue to whine and Kurt is aware of what must be sirens and slamming of doors and shuffles of feet and a thousand voices. Kurt wants it to all be over, but is taken into the flurry and pulled away from those comforting arms and enters full-blown panic mode.
The sound is palpable as Kurt is removed from the backseat, but cannot grasp what is happening and begins to fight anyone who even touches him. Where are you? Kurt wonders, needing the safeness and warmth back. I need you.
And it's almost as if Kurt has said these words aloud because there is gentle hand touching his face and soothing him once again. Kurt doesn't know what's happening; He's frightened and dismayed and confused and horror-struck and lost, but that placating hand is calming and comforting and everything he needs.