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"Mine, Kurt. You're mine. Say it."
Kurt groaned as he writhed beneath Blaine, his back arching off the bed as he caved under the heat of Blaine's touch. "I'm yours." He said on a sigh, his cheeks flushing hotly as Blaine's fingers grazed his most sensitive places. "All yours."
"Always. Say it."
"Always."
Blaine gave a satisfied hum, leaning in to slant his mouth over Kurt's for a moment before trailing kisses down his jawline to his neck. He breathed in his mate's intoxicating scent, a mix between honey and ginger. "I love you, Kurt." He whispered.
The only response to Blaine's words was a soft mewl.
Blaine's lips curved up into a small smile against Kurt's skin.
"Blaine…"
Blaine pressed a kiss against Kurt's shoulder, soothing the spot with a gentle lick of his tongue before sinking his fangs into the skin.
Kurt hummed quietly as he awoke, not yet bothering to open his eyes. His body felt achy and dreadfully sore, particularly his ass and his throat. He tensed as he took notice of the arms wrapped tight around his torso, the legs tangled with his own and the thick, hard cock wedged up against the cleft of his ass.
Oh, fuck.
Had Chandler finally managed to get him drunk enough to sleep with him? Because that was the only way he would ever…
Kurt blinked his eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the lack of light behind the tightly shut bed curtains. But then, why the hell were the curtains that sickening Slytherin green?
Kurt's eyes snapped open wide as he took in his surroundings, and suddenly, everything came rushing back to him.
Anderson leading him out of the great hall. Anderson leading him to the dungeons. To his bed. Touching him. Biting him. Fucking him.
Kurt felt as if his eyes couldn't get any wider as he screamed and scrambled to get out of Anderson's arms and his bed. He found his clothes discarded on the floor beside the bed, and he grabbed them, not bothering to put them on as he bolted toward the door, wincing and stumbling at the sharp twinge of pain in his ass.
"KURT!"
Kurt didn't turn back as he made it to the door, flinging it open and dashing down the stairs to the common room, not giving two fucks about the fact that he was butt ass naked. The common room was only half full, but there were still people, which made Kurt blush.
He wasn't expecting to get stopped by one of them, though.
"Whoa, there." The blonde, Jeff, said with a smile, grabbing hold of Kurt and stilling him, even as Kurt struggled against him. "Calm down. You're fine."
"Let me go!"
"KURT! Kurt, baby…" Blaine gave Jeff a sharp look and he backed off, hands up in surrender, and Blaine snatched Kurt back into his arms. "Kurt, why would you—"
Kurt ripped out of Blaine's grasp, backing toward the portrait door. "Stay the fuck away from me!"
Blaine blinked slowly, his eyes trailing over Kurt's body and widening a little as if only just noticing that he wasn't wearing any clothes. His hazel eyes bled to black as he growled, turning to the other occupants of the room and demanding that they leave. They left immediately, leaving a furious Blaine and a trembling Kurt in their wake.
Blaine took a small step forward. "Baby, what's—"
"Stop calling me that!" Kurt shouted, tears springing up in his eyes as the reality of the situation suddenly hit him. "You… you raped me."
Blaine's steps stuttered as he had started to take another step toward his mate and he scowled. "I did not—" Blaine didn't have much of a chance to say anything else as Kurt narrowed his eyes into a glare and turned and ran out the portrait door.
Blaine tried not to worry too much about it, even though his mate had just ran out of the room and into the halls completely naked. He'd see Kurt later. He'd take care of it then.
Kurt ran passed startled students, not paying much attention to the wide eyed looks he was receiving. He only stopped when he reached a secluded hallway, finally pulling on the clothes he'd held over his crotch for the last ten minutes. Kurt sniffled, pulling his wand from a discreet pocket he'd sewn in his pants and casting a simple charm, he eyed his reflection in a rusty old suit of armor.
Kurt's hair was matted from sleep, his skin flushed pink and slightly oily from missing his moisturizing routine. His lips were nearly purple from bruising as was a very painful bite mark embedded in the flesh of his right shoulder. He smoothed a hand down over his Muggle attire, frowning at the wrinkles. He didn't care how Muggle it was, his Alexander McQueen was precious and didn't deserve to be treated this way. Casting spells on these fabrics ruined them (Kurt had found that out the hard way) so he'd just have to wait to give them to his dad so that they could be sent to the cleaners.
I can't fucking believe Anderson would…
The thought trailed off in Kurt's mind as his eyes welled up again. He sniffed, roughly wiped his eyes and started walking, a slight hitch in his step.
This was worse than all that stuff he'd had to go through with Karofsky last year. Karofsky might've stolen his first kiss, but Anderson was much worse. He had stolen his virginity.
Was he not ever meant to make his own decisions about who he wanted touching his body?
Kurt turned the corner, heading towards the one person he knew could help him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel but I cannot help you."
Kurt gaped at Figgins, his eyes widening to the max and his perfectly manicured fingernails digging into the synthetic leather of the chair he was sitting in. "Excuse me?"
"Mr. Hummel." Figgins cleared his throat and flicked his eyes away toward the row of bookshelves in his office. "Did you not pay attention in your History of Magic course? I know Professor Pillsbury pays more attention to cleaning than she does anything else but you should've learned something…?"
"I…" Kurt blinked away fresh tears. "I don't know what that has to do with anything."
"Veelas, Mr. Hummel. Sound familiar?"
Kurt thought for a moment. The word did sound slightly familiar, but not enough to pull any meaning from it. "I guess."
"Well, that bite on your shoulder that you mentioned? That is not a bite. It's a mark." Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but Figgins held up his hand, demanding silence. "A very significant one at that. Mr. Hummel, I'm not sure how aware you are of Mr. Anderson's upbringings, but he is in fact a full-blooded veela."
Kurt sighed, frustrated that he still wasn't getting it. "What does that have to—"
"Mr. Anderson didn't rape you, Mr. Hummel. He claimed you and marked you because you are his mate."
"I… what?" Anderson's mate? What the hell? He really should've paid more attention in History of Magic. "I don't understand—"
"I can't do anything to help you, Mr. Hummel because there is nothing to help. You are Mr. Anderson's mate and I can't legally keep him away from you without risking my own head in the process. The wizarding world has never and will never tamper around with veela laws and society."
Kurt's eyes brimmed to filling with tears as Figgins turned to a stack of parchments on his desk and grabbed his quill, completely ignoring Kurt now that he'd said all that he had to say. "So that's it? Y-You're not gonna help me—"
"Mr. Hummel—"
"—Th-that fucking psycho raped me and you just act like it's nothing?" Kurt shouted, rising to his feet. "What the fuck is the matter with you?!"
"Mr. Hummel if you don't calm down I'll be forced to call in reinforcements—"
"HE STOLE MY VIRGINTY, YOU ASSHOLE! H-HOW CAN YOU JUST SIT THERE AND ACT LIKE IT'S NOTHING?! IT WAS MINE! MINE, NOT HIS!" Kurt voice cracked and he fell down onto his knees, his body wracked with sobs. How the hell was he going to get out of this, when, according to Figgins, there was nothing to be done?
"Mr. Hummel, please leave my office."
Kurt stood up just as quickly as he'd fallen, glaring at Figgins as he got up and turned on his heel.
"Fuck you."
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