Name: Things That Are Broken...
Rating: M for mentions of rape, boy/boy, and swearing
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warnings: Rape. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH BOY/BOY OR NONCON
Blaine Anderson is a good person.
He didn't judge anyone he didn't know well and he certainly didn't believe any rumors about a certain new kid. He simply raised his eyebrow and walked away.
He'd seen Kurt around school, hunched over and books clutched to his chest as if holding a shield and he'd always thought Kurt was..cute.
Blaine sighed.
He thought Kurt was different.
But that's the part that intrigued him.
Blaine saw Kurt enter the cafeteria, looking small and hunched over as usual. He smiled and excused himself from his table and walked up to Kurt, standing behind him. He tapped him on the shoulder and stepped back instantly when Kurt jumped up in fear.
"I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!" Kurt yelled suddenly, causing people to start whispering. He had a book held in front of his face but slowly lowered it.
Blaine smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I'm Blaine, it's nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand and Kurt stared at it before taking it reluctantly.
"Kurt." He whispered before turning away from Blaine.
It wasn't much.
But it was progress.
Kurt sighed and stared at the computer screen, smiling at his dad softly.
"And they're treating you right over there?"Burt asked worriedly. Kurt faked a small smile.
"Everything's just fine, dad." He said quietly and Burt sighed. "Everyone's really..nice here."
He began telling his dad about his classes and his roommate and how nice he was. He chose to leave out the fact that he didn't have any friends.
And how people kept giving him these looks of judgement.
And how people whispered behind his back.
He knew lying to his dad was wrong and he didn't want to do it..but his dad had already gone through so much and Kurt didn't want to stress him out.
'It's for his own good.' He thought to himself as he got ready for bed.
Kurt sighed and shut his computer and got ready for bed.
He fell asleep rather quickly, only to be woken a few hours later by another nightmare.
(WARNING: SKIP TO NEXT PART IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH BOYxBOY OR NON-CON/RAPE)
Kurt stood up and winced at the soreness in his shoulders and back. He glared at the back of Karofsky's head and raced after him.
"What is your problem with me anyway?" Kurt cried as he stormed into the locker room after Karofsky.
"The girls locker room is down the hall. Plus, I don't want you sneaking a peek at my junk." Karofsky sneered.
Kurt just rolled his eyes and glared. "Because all homosexuals are just looking for some straight guy to molest and convert. Well guess what, Hamhock. You're not my type." He'd gotten closer and was now yelling in his face.
"Is that so?" Karofsky growled, slamming his locker shut.
"Yeah. I don't particularly like guys who are ignorant, chubby, and most likely to be bald by thirty." Kurt yelled straight back, shoving his chest hard as he could.
"Do not push me, Hummel!" Karofsky punched the locker beside Kurt's face and fisted his shirt so they were practically nose-to-nose. Kurt felt his stomach clenching with nerves.
"What are you gonna do? Hit me? Do it. You could hit me as many times as you want and I will never change!"
He wished he'd never entered the locker room that day. He wished he would've just got up and walked home like always.
Before Kurt knew what was happening, he felt a pair of chapped lips against his.
'No, no, no!' He chanted in his mind. 'This was not how this was supposed to go!'
He whimpered and felt tears running down his cheeks as he squirmed out of Karofsky's hold. "Y-You.."
"Shut up, fag." He called, surging forward and trapping Kurt against the lockers. "You think you can walk in here everyday with your stupid tight clothes and your stupid hair just looking like that? You're practically begging for someone to do this. I bet you like this, don't you?" He muttered darkly, pulling at Kurt's zipper.
"No! Let go of me!" He screamed for help but he felt something, a t-shirt, being shoved in his mouth, stopping him from speaking.
"Shut up, slut or I'll make this hurt." He said as he flipped Kurt around and tugged his jeans off.
Kurt's eyes were squeezed shut as Karofsky pinned him against the lockers, murmuring obscenities into his ear. "Mmfg!" His words were muffled from the old t-shirt that was shoved in his mouth as a makeshift gag. "Stop! Stop, get away from me!" He'd tried to say. But all that came out was a series of mumbles, whimpers, and whines.
"Knew you'd come around." He muttered, sticking his fingers in his mouth and getting the nice and wet before thrusting two of them into Kurt without warning. Kurt cried out in pain and sobbed.
Karofsky shoved two fingers into Kurt without warning causing the other boy to cry out in pain.
Karofsky smirked and thrusted his fingers into Kurt's ass hard and fast.
He spat into his hand and rubbed his cock quickly and held Kurt's hips still. "Stop struggling." He growled as he lined himself up with Kurt's poorly prepared asshole.
"Mm! Mmf!" Kurt protested, tears streaming down his face. He felt the head of Karofsky's length press against his hole and he squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering in pain as the jock slammed into him, an obscene moan filling the locker room.
"Fuck, so tight." Karofsky smirked and bit at Kurt's neck. "You like this? I bet you do you fuckin' fag." He muttered as he thrust hard and fast.
15 minutes later, Karofsky came inside of Kurt and smirked, pulling out. He took the t-shirt out of a crying Kurt's mouth and tucked his dick back into his pants, winking crudely. "You tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." He muttered before grabbing his stuff and walking out.
Kurt was left alone in the locker room, alone, soiled, broken..he'd never felt more disgusting.
(Flashback has stopped.)
Kurt woke up at 5 in the morning, drenched in sweat and tears. He'd been crying in his sleep. He sighed heavily and lay back on to the damp covers and closed his eyes, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
They say you forget your dreams as soon as you wake up.
They're all liars.