Hey guys! So this definitely isn't my first fanfic, but it is my first shot at Glee and my first one on this site. so, i hope you all like it! :) Now i'm not going to promise daily updates or anything like that, because alas I am a college kid with a job, so i'm super busy all the time and I don't want to make proises I can't keep. But I will try my darndest to not make you guys wait too long. :)
Disclamier: does anyone honestly think I own this?...I didn't think so. glad we got that cleared up.
Warnings: rape, language, and maybe some more later. I'll warn you as they come.
Parings: maybe some eventual Kurt/Puck.
Summary: When Kurt is attacked on his way home one night, the memoies aren't all he's forced to cope with. Will be be able to handle it on his own, or will he accept help from one of the last people he expected to care so much?
Kurt walked out of the school and into the dark parking lot. He had stayed late after glee to work on a song and completely lost track of time. By the time he was satisfied with his progress, it was nearing 7:30. He mentally cursed himself when he remembered that he had in fact gotten a ride with Finn that morning and he would have to walk home. He let out a frustrated sigh before hoisting his messenger bag higher up on his shoulder and beginning the two mile walk to his home. He considered briefly calling Finn and asking him to pick him up, but that thought died when his almost-step-brother texted him informing him that Burt and Carole were out, Rachel was over, and he should probably steer clear of their room when he got home.
'Lovely,' Kurt thought to himself. Just what he needed: Rachel contaminating his bedroom. It was bad enough sharing it again after Carole and Finn had moved back in, but having Rachel in there all the time was ten times worse. He couldn't wait for the new addition to be finished. After debating over whether or not he was willing to subject his shoes to the horrendously dirt-filled abyss that was the shortcut through the park, he decided in favor of it. He was tired, and his shoes were close to being out of season; he'd get some new ones. He soon regretted the decision though when he felt someone's eyes on him. He quickly upped his pace and tried to shake off the feeling of unease.
"Hey, pretty boy. Why the hurry?" he heard a deep voice from behind him as someone grabbed his bicep. Kurt turned to face the man. He was huge. He towered over Kurt at 6'2" and looked to have about 110 pounds of pure muscle on the smaller boy. His eyes wHeyere clouded with the haze of alcohol, and the smell he was giving off made Kurt want to vomit.
"I'm just going home. I'm late for dinner, and my family is waiting for me," Kurt released the half-lie easily as he tried to remove his arm from the man's grip. The man simply tightened his grip with a bruising force causing Kurt to let out an involuntary whimper in pain. Fear flickered in Kurt's eyes as the man backed him up, effectively trapping him between himself and a tree.
"Why don't you stay a while? I think we could have some fun, don't you?" Lust flashed in the man's eyes as he pressed his body against Kurt's. Kurt instantly began to try to push the man off of him.
"Get your fucking hands off of me, you disgusting Neanderthal!" Kurt yelled as he struggled. He used his free arm to swing at the guy's face, but his wrist was engulfed in an iron grip before he was able to hit his target. Kurt began to thrash his body about, trying to dislodge the man as his arms were pinned against the large tree behind him. The man simply pressed his body more snugly against Kurt, and the boy froze in fear when he felt the man's erection dig into his stomach. His struggles resumed almost instantly, and tears began to form in the brunette's eyes when he realized that he couldn't shake any part of his body free.
"Quit fighting it. You're just going to wear yourself out before any of the fun starts. Besides, we both know you want this. A little fag like you wouldn't be parading himself around in such tight little outfits unless he was secretly begging to be fucked. I'm just going to give you what you want." Kurt didn't even flinch at the degrading words. He was too terrified to even come up with one of his trademark snippy comments.
"Please just let me go," Kurt pleaded as a tear fell from his eye. The man's eyes seemed to clear up for a second, and his grip slacked. Kurt took the opportunity to give the man a hard shove and make a break for it. He heard the man's enraged growl as heavy footsteps began to chase after him. Kurt picked up his pace, but the man was faster. He grabbed Kurt around the waist and pulled him back against him roughly, lifting the boy's feet off the ground. Kurt swung back his elbow and nailed the guy in the gut. The arms released him, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. He tried to push himself off the ground, but the man grabbed him by the ankle and pulled the boy towards him. He flipped the boy onto his back and straddled his waist, effectively pinning him in place once more. He delivered a harsh blow to the side of the boy's face. Kurt let out a groan of pain as his vision clouded over for a brief moment.
"I see you like it rough, fag. I can make that happen." The man unbuttoned and unzipped Kurt's pants in one fluid motion. He reached up one hand to grab Kurt's flailing arms and pin his wrists to the ground while the other began to pull the boy's pants and boxers down.
"No, please stop! Just let me go. I won't tell anyone about this, I promise. Just PLEASE stop!" Kurt yelled as his tears began falling faster. He tried to struggle harder, but the weight of the man on him was crushing. The man just laughed at Kurt's futile attempts as he pushed the boy's pants down to his knees. He gripped the boy's shoulder and flipped him over roughly so that he was facing down. The grip on his wrists didn't loosen and Kurt cried out in pain as his arms twisted awkwardly as his body was flipped over. Panic settled over his body when he heard the distinguished sound of a zipper being undone.
"Please, don't do this!" And then there was pain. I was like nothing he'd ever felt before as the man pushed roughly into him. He let out a strangled sob as the feeling of being ripped apart from the inside out consumed his entire body. The only thing he could focus on was the pain. He couldn't tell how much time passed, he couldn't hear the grunts and groans of the man on top of him, and couldn't register the anguish filled sobs and screams coming from his own mouth. He just felt pain.
And then the man was out of him and zipping himself back up. He landed a swift kick to Kurt's ribs and said something Kurt couldn't hear before he stumbled away. He just laid there on the ground for a while as everything went numb. He slowly pushed himself off the ground and let out a strangled cry as white hot pain shot up his spine. In that moment, he just wanted to lie back down and die. But he couldn't. His dad would worry if he didn't come home. His Dad…oh God, how was he going to tell his dad?
'I can't tell Dad. This would kill him. I can't tell anybody.'
Kurt somehow managed to pull his pants up and locate his bag. He took a few experimental steps before he realized that the chances of him making it home with the amount of pain he was in were slim to none. He dug his cell phone out of his bag and began to type in Finn's number, but he quickly deleted it when he remembered Rachel was with him. He couldn't deal with her right now. He scrolled through his contacts, deciding who he should call. Mercedes? No she would definitely ask too many questions. He needed someone who wouldn't try to make him talk.
'Perfect!' Kurt thought as he pressed down on the name. It rang three times before he was greeted by the rough voice of Noah Puckerman.
"Kurt?" The mere fact that the older boy used his first name was enough to show his shock that the small fashionista was calling him. Sure they were on friendly terms now and actually grew to enjoy the other's company when Puck would come over to see Finn, but they weren't exactly the "call each other up just to chat" kind of friends.
"H-hey, Noah. Are you busy?" Kurt cursed the way his voice shook, but, god dammit, it even hurt to talk as his throat was raw from all the screaming he couldn't quiet remember doing. Puck might not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he would definitely know something was up.
"Um, no. Why?" confusion was clear in the jock's words. Kurt let out a shaky breath and braced himself against a tree. The longer he just stood there, the more intense the pain seemed to get. The shock was wearing off bit by bit, and he struggled not to let out a whimper.
"I, ah, c-could you come pick me up and take me home? I stayed late at school, and I was w-walking. But I- could you p-please come get me?" Kurt almost wanted to cry at how pathetic he sounded. But as the shock continued to wear off, reality began to settle in and, oh God, he had just been raped. He stifled a sob and hoped that Puck didn't hear it.
"Uh, yeah. Sure thing, Kurt. Where are you?" Kurt let out a sigh of relief when he heard the jock searching for his keys.
"T-the park on Freeman." He heard Puck slam the door to his truck and the roar of the engine coming to life.
"Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes," Puck murdered over the phone. He paused for a few minutes, and Kurt could practically feel the other boy's need to say something else. "Are you ok, Kurt?" The question was quiet and Puck's voice shook a little, almost as if he were afraid to ask it.
"I'll be waiting for you at the entrance, Noah. T-thank you for coming." Kurt hung up the phone and let out the sob he'd been holding in since he picked up the phone. He put his phone back in his bag and tried to push the pain to the back of his mind as he made his way to the park entrance to wait for Puck.
So, what'd you guys think? Like it? Love it? hate it? Let me know! Oh and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. I looked over it a few times, but I still might of misseed a few things.
Amie :)
