He felt the familiar, soft fingertips graze against the skin of his hips, nails digging in slightly. Kurt shuddered out of pure instinct, but whether it was because he was scared or it felt good to have that kind of contact again, he couldn't tell.
He had a fair idea of who it was and for that sole purpose alone, he didn't want to turn around. He didn't want to have his worst fears confirmed. Not this soon.
So instead, he just stood there - in the middle of his room in Lima, waiting to see how this played out...All the while hoping it would end sooner rather than later.
He suddenly felt a vast amount of warmth covering his entire back and collided gently into something hard. He knew it was another person's chest, he just didn't know who it belonged to. At first, the warmth felt nice, it even relaxed him a little due to the fact he hadn't been this close and intimate with someone in a long time.
That was, until the person spoke and Kurt's dream became an instant nightmare.
"Relax, baby. I'm not going to hurt you... Besides, why would I? I know you want me. Come on, Kurt, say it. Say you want me." The voice was right next to his ear, and although the person spoke in hushed tones, the words were heavily laced with authority.
And despite Kurt's fear for his safety, he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth and speak the words that would guarantee he'd be alright. He didn't want this person; far from it. And Kurt wasn't about to lie just to please him.
The grip on his hips got tighter and he was immediately spun around on the spot, only to come face to face with the one person he'd hoped it wouldn't be.
He let out a small gasp, which only encouraged the other boy to continue, all the while a small smirk placing itself upon his lips. He used his tight, painful grip on Kurt to forcibly pull their bodies together until there was absolutely no room between them. Kurt's breath hitched when he felt his perpetrator's arousal against his thigh.
"Can you feel what you do to me, Kurt? Hmm? Come on, baby; say you want me. Say it!" Before he could respond in any way, Kurt felt a throbbing ache in his cheek as a hand collided with his face. He could faintly hear the deep chuckle that came from the boy that was still standing in front of him.
"That'll teach you to listen in future." His hands were back on Kurt's hips, suddenly lifting and throwing him onto the bed. Kurt attempted to get away by fumbling his way up the mattress, only to realize that he had trapped himself even more once his back hit the headboard.
"Please..." Kurt heard himself whisper. He hated that he had resorted to begging, and he very well knew that it would only reinforce the other boy's idea that he had the control here, but at this point Kurt just desperately wanted to leave; to escape the nightmare and wake up.
He watched as the lithe body of his aggressor started crawling up the bed towards him, an animalistic look in his eye. Kurt could feel his hands shaking and was trying hard in order to remain calm and breathe normally. It was getting too much for him; reliving this horrendous night – yet again – was becoming a pain in the ass and not the good kind.
The boy was now a mere inch away from Kurt's face, every breath being felt against the others lips. Kurt screwed his eyes shut, hoping he'd suddenly wake up and be back at Dalton, back in his dorm room. But that hope was dampened once he heard the words, "How about we finish what we started?"
Lips were now attached to Kurt's neck, placing small, barely-there kisses against his pale skin. Kurt tried his best to suppress a moan, not wanting to egg his perpetrator on more as he felt a light touch of fingertips move down his torso.
"S-stop." Kurt said breathlessly. At this point, the other boy had moved on from feather-light kisses and touches. He was currently sucking on the tender skin around the scar that was on Kurt's neck, his hands regaining their painful grip on the paler lad's, now bruised, hips. "I said stop!" Kurt said more clearly, managing to get his hands between their bodies and quickly made sure they were pressed down firmly before using all of his strength to push him away.
But of course, with this being a nightmare, the push had no affect what-so-ever and the taller one of the two went on to slowly grind his hips into Kurt's, desperately seeking some sort of friction as he let a deep, muffled groan break from between his lips. By now, Kurt was not only fighting to get this sicko off of him, he was also having to hold back tears – it was bad enough that he was not able to fend for himself, let alone making himself look even more weak by crying about it.
"Stop fighting this." His voice was deep and seductive as he breathed the words into Kurt's ear, slowly licking the shell before taking the lobe between his teeth and gently sucking on it. His hands began to undo Kurt's silk pajama top. "I've wanted this for far too long… You shouldn't have kept me waiting, baby." He slid the silk material off of Kurt's torso and proceeded to make his way down the paler boy's neck and collarbone, leaving open mouthed kisses and violent looking hickey's as he went. "Now everyone will know you're mine." He murmured into Kurt's now-heaving chest.
Kurt had begun to squirm, trying to use his body instead to push the other boy away. He hoped that if he used enough force, he could make the pervert lose his balance and have him fall to the floor.
Whilst Kurt was trying to thrash and kick his way out of this, he felt something warm and wet slide across his left nipple. He rapidly threw a hand over his mouth, attempting to stop any noises from leaving his throat.
The tongue that had made contact with Kurt's nipple before was now moving in circular motions around the hardening nub, whilst rough fingers pinched and flicked at his right one. Kurt looked down to find his aggressor staring at him with lust-blown pupils and a smirk, leading Kurt's fire and hatred to be refueled as he began thrashing again, getting a tight fistful of the other boy's hair and yanking it back, causing him to scream out in pain.
This only made things worse.
He was now done with teasing and playing nice. Instead he crashed his lips onto Kurt's, forcing his tongue inside as he brought his right hand up and enclosed his fingers around Kurt's slender neck, officially blocking off his airway. He pulled his head back and squeezed his fingers tighter.
"Stop." Kurt attempted to speak, but nothing other than a slight wheeze came out as he desperately tried to take in air and breathe. The other boy's left hand began making its way down the pale expanse of skin on Kurt's chest, fingernails dragging along the skin leaving red, angry looking trails in their wake.
Kurt was starting to lose consciousness and his body had eventually stopped moving. This didn't go unnoticed by his perpetrator as he felt the fingers around his neck loosen just enough so that he could take in air. "I-I'm s-sorry, please j-just let me go!" He breathed out. All he got in response was a harsh sneer as he felt the hand that had been moving down his torso, dip past the waistband of his pajama bottoms and boxers.
"Please, d-don't do this!" He felt cold, long fingers graze lightly over his leaking erection as his hips lifted into the touch of their own will. Those same fingers shifted until they were firmly wrapped around Kurt's shaft, gripping tight ever so slightly.
"Kurt?"
"Get off me! Please!" The cruel, patronizing sniggering that was once so clear in Kurt's ears was starting to become distorted until it disappeared entirely.
"Kurt!"
He felt the world around him slipping away... The walls of his room began melting and fading until he was plunged into abrupt darkness. The hand that was wrapped around his cock now completely gone, leaving only a slight tingle. The one thing that Kurt was now aware of was the fact his body seemed to be shaking; not from fear, but as if someone was actually forcefully shaking him.
"KURT!"
Kurt opened his eyes and immediately jumped back. He moved so fast that he smashed the back of his skull against the headboard and briefly let out a strangled cry of pain. Whilst cradling the area he hit with both of his hands, he looked up and glared at the person who had just scared the living shit out of him. "Who the hell are you?"
The boy looked down at his feet, hands clasped behind his back as the early morning sun practically radiated off of his unnaturally blond hair. "Um, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I was just on my way back from the bathroom and I heard something coming from this room. When I came in, you were thrashing about and had a look of pain on your-"
The blond cut into his ramblings once he finally looked up at Kurt. The countertenor was now beyond pissed and was on the verge of screaming at this random stranger to go away and leave him alone. But before he could, Blondie started talking again; only this time he had a bright smile on his face and a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"I'm Jeff, by the way! I came to greet you yesterday with a bunch of the other guys that stay on this floor, but when we knocked we didn't get an answer. So we looked in and saw you were asleep and decided to wait until tomorrow–or today, I guess–before we tried-"
"Get out!" Kurt had reached the end of patience and could not sit through another minute of this non-stop talking. It was like having a male, blond version of Rachel around.
"Excuse me?" His eyes began to fill with tears at the same time that his voice became nothing but a mere whisper. His body slowly started to shake with fright at the abrupt command that came from Kurt, who was now making his way towards the door of his room.
"I said," Kurt opened the door, nearly pulling it off of its hinges in irritation. "Get. Out."
Before Kurt even had a chance to look back at him, Blondie was now running out of the room, arms wrapped around his torso as he let the tears fall freely, occasionally letting out a muffled sob. Without hesitation, Kurt slammed the door shut behind him and walked to pick his blazer up from the area of the floor he had tossed it on yesterday. He dug inside the jacket and pulled out his mobile, only to find he had 13 new voice mails and 8 new text messages. Oops…
Kurt lay back on his bed and got ready to listen to endless versions of "You better pick up, or they'll be hell to pay" from various members of the glee club and his own father.
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An hour later, Kurt was done listening to his messages and replying back to his endless texts. He had taken extra care in doing his morning skin regime, since he missed doing it the night before and was now dressed to perfection in his own Dalton uniform (Kurt may or may not have taken the liberty to adjust a few seems here and there so it fit him snugly).
He grabbed his timetable from the nightstand and placed the notebooks he needed into his satchel. After checking himself one last time in the mirror – making sure his hair was still perfectly coiffed – Kurt made his way out of the door. His mind began to drift to thoughts of the nightmare he'd had, wondering when they were finally gonna stop.
So much for a dreamless sleep…
He was so deep in his thoughts that when he turned around after shutting his door, he ran straight into someone, causing them to drop all their books. Kurt instantly bent down to help him pick them back up and it wasn't until he was passing over said textbooks and made eye contact with the person, that he realized he had run straight into Blondie.
Kurt opened his mouth to apologize for his bitchy behavior earlier, but swiftly shut it again when he saw tears well-up in the boy's eyes again and proceeded to watch, for the second time that morning, Blondie run away crying.
"Good morning, Kurt!" He turned on his heel at the familiar sound of Wes' voice, eyes wide whilst he silently prayed that his prefect had just missed what had happened. "What's wrong with Jeff?"
"Um, I kind of yelled at him this morning. I'm not really a morning person, so being greeted by a constant stream of words didn't really go down well and I, uh, snapped at him." Kurt looked down at his feet, guilt beginning to stir in his stomach and making him feel nauseous. "He ran away before I could say I was sorry." He added quietly.
The countertenor startled a little when he had a little chortle come from Wes. "Don't fret over Jeff too much; he's very sensitive. You'll find a way to apologize to him at some point. Now, how about we go and get some coffee?"
Kurt plastered a smile on his face and happily accepted the offer of putting caffeine in his system. Lord knows he was going to need it.
"So how was your first night here?" Wes said as he and Kurt walked away from the coffee machine in the cafeteria and made their way towards Kurt's first lesson of the day, AP Biology.
"It was good." He lied, "But I was kind of restless. Being in a new place does that to me sometimes." Kurt turned his gaze from Wes for a minute and caught the eyes of another boy clad in a Dalton blazer. If Kurt was being truly honest with himself, then he had to admit that he'd been seeing people stare at him with pure hatred ever since he left Statham that morning.
But the glares all went unnoticed by Wes as he replied, "Well don't worry; I'm sure you'll be feeling at home and fitting in with the others in no time." Kurt received a friendly pat on the back and smiled at Wes' enthusiasm. I highly doubt that, somehow.
They continued their light chatter until they reached the right wing of the school, coffee cups now empty and thrown out as they stopped in front of one the science labs. "Here we are, Kurt. This is where you'll be for all of your Biology lessons." Wes gestured to the classroom door to his right. "Do you have any questions?"
"No, I think I'm good. Besides, I have my map if I get lost at any point."
"Alright, I'll try and drop by your room later this evening to see how your first day went. If I don't, then I can only hope that it all goes well." Wes smiled at Kurt and gave him a light, reassuring squeeze to his shoulder prior to walking away. Now all Kurt had to worry about was struggling to calm his nerves down. He thoroughly prayed that he'd be able to survive his first day here without someone making a snide comment.
When he walked into the lab, he tried his hardest to ignore the looks he received from the students who he shared AP Biology with. Considering Kurt was used to getting weird side glances at McKinley for being gay, he found it pretty easy to disregard everyone around him. He occasionally stared straight back at some of them just for the fun of it.
In AP Biology, Kurt sat at one of the desks alone and was told something about his partner being ill by the teacher, so he enjoyed the silence whilst he had it. By the end of the hour, Kurt had a look of confusion etched onto his facial features and was surrounded by paperwork and a textbook that would allow him to catch up on work he'd missed due to transferring mid-semester. He just about managed to fit it all in the tiny satchel he'd brought with him.
Next he had AP Psychology and outside the classroom he could hear a lot of talking (there was still a few minutes before the second period bell rang) and he thought he could maybe slip in without being noticed. No such luck. The minute Kurt opened the door and took a step inside; everyone in the classroom stopped talking and looked straight at him. But, just like he had done during Biology, he overlooked them and scanned the room for a seat.
You have got to be kidding me!
There was one seat available in the whole class, and it was right next to Blondie. Kurt gradually dragged himself to the chair at the back whilst gauging the reaction of the boy he'd yelled at only a few hours ago. One glance at his violently shaking hands showed Kurt that Blondie was just as happy about this as he was. As he got closer, he saw a shorter student with brown hair and chocolate eyes put his arm around the shaking form of his friend. "Jeffy, it's okay. He won't hurt you, honestly."
Before he sat down, Kurt approached the two with a determination to make things right. "Look, about this morning, I'm sorry for what I-" But that was as far as he got. The teacher had decided to walk in right at that moment, preventing Kurt from making a full second attempt at apologizing.
"Alright boys, lets settle down! I believe it's time to learn." Everyone returned to their seats swiftly including Kurt, but not before giving a small smile to Blondie and his friend.
The day continued on in a similar way, although at one point Kurt did have to make a trip to his dorm room quickly in order to empty out his little satchel, but he had already planned to get a new one this weekend with the small amount of cash he'd brought with him to Dalton. When it got half way through the day, no one had attempted to talk to him or introduce themselves and by lunch time, pretty much everyone knew about what had happened this morning.
So much for the boys being nice; looks like people are going to judge me no matter what I do or say.
But, being Kurt, he just shrugged it off and mentally psyched himself up for the two hour period of French he had next. If there was one thing that could cheer up Kurt, it was showing off his flair for speaking fluent French – well, that and vogue. Not even the fact that everyone ditched him and left the lunch he sat at could tear him down because let's face it, what these guys were doing wasn't really bullying. What Kurt used to go through at McKinley everyday was bullying, these guys were just acting childish and taking sides with someone who'd been here longer than him.
Once Kurt had finished his lunch, he made his way towards the left wing of the school; he had actually managed to follow the map he'd been given to his classes without getting lost, and was only late to one lesson (but that was only due to the trip he'd made to his dorm). He was the first one in there so he promptly grabbed a seat at the front, this being the one lesson h didn't mind being picked on for answers.
The desks were like those at McKinley, they seated two people. So Kurt wasn't surprised when he saw every boy bypass him completely and go to the other tables around the room. Kurt had pulled out his French textbook and was reading through and translating some passages when he heard the scraping of the chair next to him. He turned to find the hobbit that had been comforting Blondie in AP Psychology earlier in the day. The boy just stared at him, eyebrows furrowed, until Kurt finally spoke up.
"Puis-je vous aider?" Kurt hadn't spoken French in weeks, so he decided now would be the perfect time to practice. He looked expectantly at the shorter student, a slight smirk dancing on his lips.
This didn't throw the other boy off at all. "Mon nom est Nick, et j'ai une question pour vous." Kurt just gaped, completely ignoring the hand that had been extended out to him. He had never been able to have a proper conversation in French with anyone that wasn't a student before.
Regardless, Kurt composed himself and replaced his surprised with a bitch glare (it was only fair since everyone was doing it to him). "Je suppose que vous connaissez déjà mon nom. Alors, qu'elle est cette mystérieuse question, alors?"
"Qu'avez-vous fait à Jeff pour lui faire tellement bouleversé?"
"Il ne vous a pas dit?" Kurt had just suspected that Blondie would have told them all about how nasty he had been and exaggerate the truth a little.
"Nous lui avons demandé, mais il a dit que ce n'était rien. Il ne réagit jamais de cette façon à une personne pour aucune raison; vous avez vu le secouant en psychologie."
Huh, maybe he isn't a male version of Rachel after all. She would have told on me and then some if I'd yelled at her like that.
"Look, I didn't do anything to him. I was having a nightmare and when he woke me up, I freaked out and snapped at him. I mean, it was 7 in the morning and he would just not stop talking."
Kurt looked over and found a dazed look in Nick's eyes and saw a dopey smile beginning to dawn over his face. "Jeff's always been like that. He tends to talk really fast and you can't get a word in edge wise; it only gets worse the more excited he gets. He must have just been ecstatic to meet you, I guess. He's very accommodating like that."
"I can't imagine why." Kurt replied with a small smirk.
"Listen, I'm sorry for the way everyone's been behaving. We're kind of protective of one another, especially Jeffrey. But I'll tell them to back off if you're sure that's all that happened?" Nick hesitantly placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder, but pulled it back when it got too awkward.
"I'm sure, and don't bother. I'm used to people being hostile. Thanks anyway though, Nick. I appreciate it."
And with that, the two spent the rest of the lesson in complete and utter silence, only speaking in French when pair work was given.
Kurt dragged himself back to his dorm and flopped back down onto his bed, not caring if he messed up his uniform. His first day at Dalton had been exhausting and way past the point of nerve-wrecking.
He rolled over onto his back and thought about what he had accomplished so far. He had a nightmare (nothing new there), he had made someone cry - twice - within the space of an hour, he had made enemies with almost everyone in the school and, now looking over to the left side of his bed, he had completely lost his desk under the various amounts of textbooks and paperwork he'd been given throughout the day.
I. Am. Screwed.
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A/N: I done it, I done it! The nightmare was not meant to be that long, but it just sort of wrote itself. Btw, tell me if I should never attempt to write smut again (Or things leading up to smut).
So as you can probably tell, I do not speak French, so I kind of had to use Google and Bing translators to write Nick and Kurt's conversation – This was how it went roughly:
Kurt: Can I help you?
Nick: My name is Nick and I have a question for you.
Kurt: I guess you already know my name. So, what is this mysterious question, then?
Nick: What have you done to Jeff to make him so upset?
Kurt: He hasn't told you?
Nick:We asked him, but he said it was nothing. He never reacts that way to someone for no reason; you saw the shaking in Psychology.
Sorry if the translations are bad. On the bright side: Kurt and Blaine meet in the next chapter... I think.
I do not have a beta, so sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. I'm just a jabbering idiot.
