Notes: It's been a while since I've written anything for Glee. Honestly, I don't even know where this idea came from. I just started writing, and then... this happened. Trigger warning for rape. There's nothing graphic in this chapter, though.

Also, sorry Kurt...

Chapter 1

It felt good to get out. The air was frigid, car horns were blaring at every street corner, and there was almost a one-hundred percent chance he had witnessed three illegal activities while walking that night, but Kurt was happy. He had a warm meal inside his stomach, a fine man latched onto his arm, and a tune in his head that he couldn't stop humming.

Beside him, Adam chuckled.

"What?" Kurt asked, turning his head to the other man. They were walking to Adam's apartment after dinner and a movie, a date that Kurt had labeled as sweet and romantic, yet excruciatingly cliché. Still, he had fun.

"You're humming again," Adam purred, not even bothering to hide the amused smile from taking over his face. Kurt hugged his arm tightly before releasing it so he could unlock his apartment door. Adam swiftly jammed his keys into the lock and turned, opening the door and letting Kurt have the first entrance.

"You should be relieved," he commented, leisurely making his way to the living room. "Back in Ohio, I would have sung and danced a whole number by now. Back up dancers in leotards, flashy lights, all that jazz." Kurt grinned and handed over his coat when Adam offered to take it.

"Oh? You ever wear one of those leotards?" Adam joined Kurt in the living room, pulling him into an embrace by grabbing his hips.

"You would be so lucky," Kurt breathed, a little surprised by the sudden closeness. Their noses brushed against one another, and, perhaps unintentionally, their hips came even closer. Adam was silent, his eyes raking over the other's face. Kurt swallowed hard and pulled away, forcing a small laugh. "I actually did once." He crossed his arms and studied the area around him, relieved that there seemed to be a semblance of at least a vague amount of taste with the decor.

"Did what?" Adam asked, close at his heels.

"Wear a leotard." At the look he got from Adam, Kurt held up his hands in defense, even though he knew he had none. After a moment, he shrugged and simply said, "Beyoncé." The other man laughed and took a step back, looking as if he just found a fifty dollar bill lying on the sidewalk.

"Wait, wait, wait," he insisted, leaning over. "Don't tell me it was Single Ladies. Do not tell me it was…" His eyebrows skyrocketed and he laughed even louder. Kurt held back a grin as he watched the other man lose it, any shame melting away from his mind.

"I'm not going to apologize for wanting to resemble someone as fabulous as Beyoncé," he nearly yelled over Adam's laughter. "If everyone slipped on black tights and sang about the freedom of being a single and proud woman, the world would be a better place." Kurt nodded once and made his way around a coffee table to collapse on the couch, which sank underneath his weight.

"If that means there's ever a chance I get to see you in that leotard," Adam mused, grinning over at him, "then I will second that notion." He left Kurt on the couch and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with two glasses and a bottle of something pink. The glasses made a soft plink as they hit the table, and Adam worked on getting the cork from the bottle of wine. He grunted with the effort, but eventually it gave way with a definitive pop.

Beside him on the couch, Kurt adjusted in his seat uncomfortably. He watched as Adam poured two glasses of wine, the pink liquid quiet and smooth as it fell into the cups. He smiled awkwardly as he was given a glass. "I'm actually pretty far from the legal drinking age," he jested, trying to recall any time when he had ever drank. He had always been the designated driver, so it was water for him, most of the time.

"Well," Adam replied, "I won't tell if you won't tell." He raised the glass to his mouth and took a long sip, his lips gentle on the rim of the cup and his eyes on Kurt the whole time. Kurt gulped and raised his own glass in mock toast before he brought it to his own lips.

"To living on the edge," he offered meekly, tasting the pink with his tongue before taking a small sip. It was a little bittersweet, and he was sure it was a very cheap wine, but he could live with it. He just decided not to have more than one glass; he'd drink it slow enough that Adam wouldn't even notice.

Three glasses of cheap wine later, Adam was pouring the very last of the wine into Kurt's cup, though there couldn't have been more than two gulps left. The taste had stayed on his tongue like a film and it tingled in his throat, and to be completely honest, it smelled vile. But somehow, after the second glass, it had started to taste much better. Kurt swirled the liquid in his glass before downing it and turning his attention to the other man.

"That was the last of it," Adam commented, setting down the empty bottle. Their empty glasses were perched next to it, and together they looked like a sad, see-through memory of a drunkard after sobering up. Kurt giggled. "You don't drink very often, do you?"

"No, no, I drink all the time," Kurt said, then bit his lip hard. "I drink water, and soda, and milk…" Amused by his own joke, he cracked up, throwing his head back against the back of the couch. Adam waited for him to stop laughing before continuing.

"You're drunk," he said simply, coughing out a small laugh.

"I am not!" Kurt wailed, leaving his mouth open as if he was shocked by the accusation.

"You drank over half the bottle." Adam gestured to the glasses on the table. "Who would've know you're such a lightweight."

"Ok, fine," Kurt admitted with a dramatic sigh, "I never drink. You know, I always have to be the loser that sits in the corner while everybody else has fun and gets drunk. I'm always the one who has to sit behind the wheel of someone's shitty car as I take them home because they're passed out in the back. I am always the sober buzz kill." He moved closer to Adam on the couch, leaning forward for emphasis. "Mhm. And you want to know something else?"

"What?" Adam tilted his head, his eyes squinting slightly as he stared at Kurt.

"I started off tonight not wanting to drink anything, but I think I drank more because I wanted to impress you." He nodded sincerely and leaned his head sorrowfully on Adam's shoulder. "I wanted to show you that I wasn't the loser that I really am by compensating and drinking more than I should have. Is that sad?" His head snapped up and he moved his face incredibly close to Adam's. "That's really sad, isn't it?"

"No, it's not," Adam insisted, taking his face in his hands. He ran his fingers over Kurt's cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. "I think it was sweet." He pressed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, then another one to the left of his mouth, then one to the right. Kurt blinked and breathed in deeply, trying and failing to think of something to say. All he could focus on was that Adam smelled like that wine, which suddenly didn't smell as vile as before. The only thing he could think of was that he wanted Adam to kiss him, not on the nose or cheeks, but on the lips. Not waiting for Adam to get there on his own, Kurt leaned in, perhaps a little too fiercely, and kissed him on the lips.

Maybe it was the wine clouding his mind, or maybe Kurt was just too busy focusing on how Adam tasted, but either way, he wasn't sure how or when they ended up sprawled out on the couch. Kurt was underneath the other man, happily tugging him closer and reveling in the warmth he was providing. His mouth was bubbly and sweet, and Kurt tried to taste every available part of it, inside and out.

It was only when a warm hand pressed against his stomach, which had been covered just a second ago by a buttoned and tucked-in shirt, that Kurt began to hesitate and think properly. He pulled his mouth away, a little sadly, and grabbed Adam's wrist. "Wait," he whispered, breathing heavily. His mind still whirled uneasily, and he was having an admittedly difficult time focusing on stopping rather than chugging along full-speed ahead like his body wanted to.

"What?" Adam breathed, mere inches from his face. The warm, wine-scented breath that wafted over Kurt's face made him shudder, but he bit his lip and focused harder on actually thinking.

"This is all just… moving a little fast for me," he admitted, trying to push himself up. Adam's body refused to budge, and pressing against his chest didn't really help Kurt in his efforts, because damn, he was pretty firm… No. No. He needed to get up.

"Come on," he chuckled, moving his mouth to Kurt's throat. Kurt gaped and let his head fall back to the couch, and he was a little ashamed at the moan that escaped his mouth in response to Adam's actions.

Dammit. No.

Kurt shoved Adam away, and his mouth made a small smacking noise as it left the skin at his neck. "I'm sorry," he said with great effort, finally seeing through the thick haze that the wine had left, "but I'd really rather not do this right now." He stood from the couch, swaying slightly. "I'd like to go home." Kurt started to walk off, but a hand wrapped tightly around his wrist.

"You can't walk home when you're drunk," Adam insisted, though he didn't sound too worried about him.

"I'll get a cab." He snatched his wrist away and walked around the hallway, searching for a coat closet so he could retrieve his coat from earlier. Just when he decided it wasn't worth it and he could leave without the coat, a strong hand spun him around, and suddenly Kurt was trapped against a wall.

"You can't just leave me here," Adam growled, pinning Kurt's arms against the wall. He ground his hips against the other man's, eliciting a reluctant whimper. "You owe me, Kurt."

"I don't owe you any—"

"Shut up." Adam squeezed harder on Kurt, who looked away and closed his eyes tightly. "You have been flirty all night, leading me on, getting drunk…" His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth, and Adam tensed before reaching around and pinning Kurt's arms to his middle as he dragged the younger man back to the living room. "You owe me."

"Please," Kurt sobbed, kicking his legs out in hope to catch on something, anything. The most he did was nick a lamp before being thrown onto the floor, quickly covered by Adam's body. Realizing he wasn't going to stop, and there was no chance he could overpower him, Kurt drew in a deep breath, hoping to call for help. Before a sound could escape, a hand clamped over his mouth, muting his cries.

"If you know what's good for you, you will shut the hell up and take it like a man," Adam hissed into his ear, his breath hot and wet and nothing like it had been earlier. Suddenly the smell of the wine was sour and bitter to Kurt, making his stomach turn with nausea. His eyes stung with tears, and his throat was knotting up painfully. After another minute of futile struggle, Kurt turned his head away and shut his eyes, doing just what Adam had said.