A/n: Hey guys! I check my email 2 days after I post this and I have 88 story alert adds! Seriously? I'm so amazed! Anyways. Anyhappylittlethought- love the AVPS reference of your name 3 AnnielovesKlaine, Marie-Ruth, and OnClairenceLane- Thank you sooo much for your reviews! Legleekcestchic- I'm actually on tumblr. My main account is .com and I also RP as David Sullivan from CP's Dalton which the account is .com . I originally posted this on Tumblr and there is actually a master list of Reform/Bad boy Dalton on tumblr some of the stories are much, much better than mine! Once again! Thank you for your reviews!
Blaize adjusted his clothes and stepped out of the nurses office, making sure all the traces of watermelon flavored lip gloss were gone before looking around. Kurt must have decided to find his own way back to the rooms because he hadn't waited. With a shrug Blaize set off to find his brother.
Blaine Anderson was the known musician of the group and more times than not you could hear the guitar being played behind his always shut door. Tonight there was silence. Knocking softly Blaize didn't wait for an answer but pushed the door open anyways.
The room was dark and Blaine was no where to be seen. Which tipped Blaize off automatically and he turned shoving open the door of the closet with force, the kneeling male jumping and dropping the razor blade in his hand to the floor. "Not now Blaine." He scooped up the evidance of what Blaine was doing and shoved it into the pull away board in the ceiling. "They're going to do rounds soon."
"Fuck you." Blaine replied trying to pull away from his brother. "I don't give a damn if they throw me in jail Blaize. It was all my fucking fault to begin with!"
"It wasn't your fault Blaine! You need to understand that. Just because you begged to come here with me doesn't mean that it's your fault. You wanted to come here. So now you're going to stay here and we're going to get out of this in one piece. It's you and me remember? Now stop being such a whimp and get up. We need to change before they bring in the dogs?"
"Dogs?" Kurt asked once he had managed to find his way back to his own room WITHOUT finding his roommates partly naked, groping each other.
"Yeah. They do drug searches every evening before and after supper and visiting hours." Jeff replied now clad in only a pair of gray shorts.
"It's rightfully boring to have huge dogs sniffing at your junk every day but you get used to it." Nick added standing with his arms crossed and leaning against Jeff with a cocky smirk. "Didn't you read about it in the pamplet?"
"Yeah. Musta skipped that part." Kurt went to dig through his bag, remembering vaguely that it was required to be stripped to nothing but shorts when they did the searches. Stripping out of his jeans and t-shirt he pulled on his only pair of shorts, plain red jersey shorts he had worn when playing football at his old school.
"Guys fall in!" someone called from down the hall and Nick and Jeff each grabbed one of Kurt's hands tugging him out into the hall. The other boys were all lined up outside their rooms. It wasn't a military precision line, just the average everyone standing in a row so the dogs could sniff them down before moving onto the next one.
Kurt fidgeted when one of the dogs stuck it's nose in odd places and Holy Hera he did not need a cold wet nose stuck THERE. Shivering a bit he bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes praying for it all to be over soon. The dogs moved on to the others and then started in the rooms. A loud bark came from the room to the left of theirs. The boys, Avery and his friend from earlier, both tensed up as the barks came from their room.
"Cromwell! Hanson!" The two boys instantly headed towards the front as one of the teachers came out carrying a package wrapped in brown paper.
"A fucking brick?" one of the boys to his right, the Crighton twins if Kurt recalled correctly, stated aloud. "Dudes never fucking share the good shit." his twin added in response. The rest of the rooms were cleared and Blaize laughed claping Blaine on the back before looking over at David with a grin bumping their fists together as all three of them entered Blaine's room.
"Come on Porcelain." Jeff cooed with a laugh pulling Kurt back into their room. The two quickly pulled on shirts and smiled. "Lets go get some supper." Kurt nodded and tugged on the first shirt he could find and followed them to the dining hall.
The mess hall, as the sign read, was a large open hall. This was the first time he had seen the vastness of how many people actually lived here. He had also been unaware that girls lived here. "They don't." whispered Jeff after Kurt had voiced his comment.
"We just share the lunch room with them." Nick added with a smile. "It's the only thing joining the Marshall Reform for girls to our lovely reform home." He threw his arm around Jeff pulling him out of the way as a tray came flying by smacking the glass of the steam tables where the blonde had just been standing.
Two girls, a pretty, Barbie doll blonde with perfectly manicured hands and a high pony tail, was clawing at the hair of a mocha skinned girl with curly red hair. "I told you to keep your comments to yourself Swift!" The blonde's voice was shrill and aggressive as she screamed at the girl under her.
Blaize jumped forward at the same moment two of the uniformed teachers ran up, billy clubs in hand. Kurt shied away from a penny loafer being thrown in his direction, running into someone behind him. "Oh! Sorry!" Kurt turned to see Blaine standing there with a cocky grin. "Don't look at me like that Anderson." he whispered sounding braver than he felt.
"Oh~ You wound me Hummel." Blaine chuckled offering a tray to Kurt. Eying Blaine curiously, Kurt took the tray and followed Blaine back to the table where Jeff and Nick now sat. The atmosphere had cleared from the cat fight that had just happened before Kurt's eyes, everyone acting like it had never happened.
"It's a common occurance here." Blaize explained nursing a paper towel to the fierce cat scratches on his cheek. "Cassie's got some fucking nails on her." He chuckled and sat down, snagging a part of Nick's roll.
"So lads, where are we headed for Study?" Jeff asked the others looking around at their group. Kurt, who was letting his mind wander a bit, noticed that everyone gave their table a wide berth when trying to find seats, even though there were at least half a dozen empty seats. Looking around he was kind of shocked to see that the dining setting was almost like a real school.
A bunch of giggly perky blondes gathered by the main doors at one table one talking animatedly on her cellphone as the others talked amongst themselves. To the left of them a round table was placed which was littered with pop cans and overly muscled men who seemed to only spend their free time lifting weights or roughing people up. Catching the eye of one, he smiled a bit. This boy was cute with light brown hair and a crooked smile that reminded him of Finn. The sandy haired male flinched away from Kurt's gaze immediately though and Kurt frowned.
"Why are they afraid of you lot? You seem harmless to me." David choked on his food at Kurt's comment. Kurt turned his eyes to the brunette hoping for an answer. Jeff's arm draped itself around Kurt's shoulder and he frowned at the blonde.
"Don't worry about it." Jeff and Nick chorused before Jeff turned to look at Nick, blushing a bit. Kurt caught the flash of a hand removing itself from Jeff's inner thigh as he turned to resume his attention to surveying the cafeteria with a curious gaze.
A group of gangly misfits sat nearest the steam tables and students were peppered here and there in between. With a sigh Kurt returned his attention to his food picking small bites from it with long delicate fingers.
"Did you hear me Hummel?" David asked, licking his lips a bit before restating his question at Kurt's blank look. "Nick, Jeff and I have to head to the library to finish up on a group paper on some stupid law thing." Kurt nodded deftly.
"He can chill out with me. I don't have any homework tonight. Just give me a half hour, alright? Kurt nodded before standing with Blaine.
"I need to pick up my books and stuff from the room then I'll be over." He smiled and headed back to the dorm, Blaine going a separate way.
Kurt smiled as he hit play on his Ipod letting it shuffle randomly before hitting play. Humming along with the song he adjusted his books in hand and shut the bedroom door turning to head down the hall to get something to drink before heading to Blaine's room.
Padding quietly through the halls he tried to find his way to where one of the guys had pointed out the vending machines to be. Looking around, he didn't recognize the area where he was and turned to head back the way he came. His way was blocked by three tall, broad figures.
"Hey Lady-face" one male stated, his voice like smooth mocha soothing the throat. Goosebumps rose all over his skin as he turned to head the other way, only to find it blocked off as well.
"It's Anderson's pet." Another voice called, soft and wheezy.
"Well we can make him our play thing for a while before we return him can't we?" the first person stepped forward and Kurt recognized him as the guy he had admired in the dining hall earlier.
Rough hands grabbed him from behind and pinned him face first against the wall, causing him to drop his books. He didn't have any time to react or to scream out as his captor shoved something in his mouth, and flung him into another one of the guys who chuckled. "Come along, pet."
Kurt was thrown mercilessly into a classroom that looked like it hadn't been used in ages. He slammed into one of the desks before quickly attempting to scramble to his feet. A foot, lightning fast, came out of know where, connecting with his gut, causing him to gasp out as he was hauled up by his hair and shoved against the blackboard. The smell of sweat and alcohol invaded his senses when the person holding him leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"You like dick, Fairy fuck? Yeah? Good." A murmur of approval was heard from several of the group before an order was barked. "You four go, take watch at each end of the hall." Shuffling of feet was heard as the door slammed. The smell returned, laughing harshly against Kurt's skin.
"His skin is so milky and soft." The wheezy voice stated again as he felt his pants being tugged off. Kurt tried to scream through the gag that had been placed on him, but it was futile. He heard the slide of pants and found himself leaning over, facing a very erect cock being waved in his face. "Come on faggot. You know you want to suck it." The male holding him shifted his grasp to where both of Kurt's hands were in one of his, the free hand yanking hard on Kurt's hair.
The gag was pulled from his throat when he gasped out in pain, being replaced by rough caloused hands on either side of his face, the forigen body being shoved in his mouth and half way down his throat. A rough smack resounded through the room, the pain from the bruising force of the smack causing Kurt to jerk forward more gagging when the dick was shoved that much further down his throat.
Tears were already streaming down Kurt's face as the male pulled out and thrust back in just as roughly. Shame. Terror. Selfloathing. Flamed through him in that instant, as he felt his captors erection pressing against his bare raw entrance. One emotion stood out from all the others in his mind at that moment. Hate. Pure unbridled HATE coursed through Kurt's veins the fire of it cutting a lot deeper into his soul even more than the firy in his body from the double invasion of his pale, virgin body.
The man before him didn't last long, he bucked once, twice, three times before pulling out and stroking himself visciously. After a few quick strokes Kurt's face and neck were slathered in the thick white cream of one of his captors. Pulling away from him made matter's worse for Kurt then. The gag was replaced before he could think, caveman-esque grunts and groans coming from the Neanderthal at Kurt's back.
The thrusts were hard, deep, and downright painful. The tears never stopped flowing down his cheeks as this man intruded his body making every shard of self dignity and self confidance break away with each thrust. Kurt lost track of the time, lost track of the feeling in his arms from the position he was in.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he was thrown to the floor, more hot, sticky semen coating his face. Limp and lifeless Kurt collapsed into a heap pulling the gag from his mouth with shaky over exerted, painful arms. He didn't have the energy, nor the will, to scream any more, his throat raw from his gagged screams.
Time passed slowly for Kurt as he finally slipped into a dazed sort of sleep. He didn't know whether he slept or not. He only became aware when he heard footsteps. Afraid that they had come back to finish him, Kurt whimpered instinctively curling into himself.
Sock covered feet came into his line of vision followed by a loud swear. "Fuck. Kurt… Kurt. It's Blaine." Curly brown hair reached Kurt's blurred vision, his stomach churning violently as the earth shifted to a different angle. He felt something drape itself around Kurt's legs as he was hoisted up into warm arms.
"Should I get a guard?" Jeff's soft voice asked, his hand gripping Nicks tightly.
"No." Blaine stated in a rough voice. "Just get Blaine to distract the Prefect so we can get him to bed. There's nothing the administration will do. Rememeber Marcus Medleigh? Same thing happened to him and they said there was nothing they could do about it. He got fucking Killed Jeff!"
The world finally stopped swaying about fifteen minutes later, and Kurt opened his eyes timidly to see Jeff smoothing a warm wash cloth over his face. "Hey."
"Hey." Kurt shivered and tried to curl into himself with a whimper.
"Don't move too much. We've convinced the prefect you have the flu or something, so you don't have to go to classes for a few days, so try to rest okay?" Nick asked offering a glass of water which Kurt drank down greedily.
"Don't worry about anything, okay?" Jeff smiled looking over at Nick .
"Yeah Blaine's got you covered?" Nick smirked.
"What'da mean?" Kurt croaked, his throat a bit raw.
"That's what Blaine's in here for." Blaize's voice called from the door as he stepped in his hands shoved into the pocket of his sweat pants. "He attempted to kill our dad two months ago for trying to rape our little sister." The stunned silence in the room could be cut with a butter knife.
