Strange And Beautiful

A/N: Wow you guys! I am BLOWN AWAY by the number of subscriptions to this story as well as the number of people who put this story on alert and favourited it. Thank you so much! I'm glad people are enjoying this :) Kurt has a rough time in this chapter. Poor Kurt!

Warnings for this chapter: Strong language, strong sexual content, mentions of non-con

If non-con is a trigger to you or you simply don't like reading it, I suggest you skip out the middle part.

The next few days went by smoothly for Blaine. He had washed Kurt's clothes and had given them back to Finn, careful to hand them back in absolutely pristine condition. There were literally no folds. He hadn't seen Kurt around which was disappointing but then again, it meant that there was less of a distraction. He had made friends with the New Directions, all of whom were very nice and friendly towards him. He was particularly friendly with the blonde haired boy, Sam and surprisingly Rachel, the girl who had accused him of being a spy at the beginning. All in all, Blaine was very happy with the way things had turned out but determined that he would probably be happier if he could at least see the chestnut-headed boy who had constantly been on his mind since day one.

Kurt, on the other hand, was not happy at all. Santana had teased him so much about his defending of Blaine that all thoughts of the boy had turned into hatred and humiliation. Santana had told all of the Cheerios, much to Kurt's utter embarrassment that Kurt was infatuated with a nerd, thankfully she didn't name names but, nonetheless, this information took its toll on Kurt's outstanding reputation.

It was for all of these reasons that he was currently sitting in a tine bar waiting on Kevin Davidson, a jock, to wipe away all rumours that "Kurt Hummel is in love with a nerd."

Kurt was not in love. The only feelings he now had when he thought of the curly haired, wide eyed new boy was annoyance.

Kurt thought that it would probably be best to down his entire beer before Kevin arrived, considering what his plans were, so as to not be completely aware of what he was doing or back out before he could go through with it. He saw Kevin enter the bar and a feeling of apprehension settled over him.

Kevin spotted him sitting there and grinned, making his way over to him.

"Hey Kurt, thanks for this."

Kurt shrugged and smiled.

"So do you want to dance first or...?"

Kurt shrugged again.

"Why not?" he said.

Kevin led him to the dance floor and started dancing enthusiastically. Maybe this won't be so bad, Kurt thought.

"Kurt you're really beautiful you know like...woah. I like your lips. They look yummy," Kevin slurred an hour later as they entered Kevin's house.

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."

"My parents aren't here so we can go to my room?"

"Ok. After you."

Kurt followed as Kevin clambered noisily up the stairs. The moment they got into the room, Kevin slammed the door shut and whispered "finally."

He began to attack Kurt's lips with his, moving his mouth sloppily around Kurt's and pushing his tongue into Kurt' slightly parted mouth.

Kurt pulled back, gasping.

"No kissing."

Kevin shrugged and instead pushed Kurt against his door, pressed himself to him so that they were even closer and attacked his neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin. Kurt moaned as he felt his arousal in his pants, the material tightening.

Kevin fumbled at Kurt's shirt buttons and tore the shirt off, revealing Kurt's pale, almost translucent, but toned, torso.

He let out a hungry growl and then proceeded to rip off his own shirt as well as his pants and boxers. He hooked his fingers round Kurt's waistband and pulled down until the smaller boy's erection sprang up.

Kevin hungrily grabbed Kurt's dick and stoked it a few times, in a long lazy motion, He then proceeded to cup Kurt's balls, applying a slight tightening pressure to them. Kurt groaned as he felt a hot weight in his balls and his dick gave a particularly pleasurable twitch.

Kevin stood, panting as he eyed Kurt and Kurt closed his eyes, momentarily dizzy when he suddenly felt a sharp pain as Kevin entered him without warning or preparation. He yelped, eyes watering and gripped the door which he was pushed against. It hurt. It fucking hurt.

Kevin, thinking that Kurt was shouting out in pleasure, slid himself out of Kurt and then thrusted himself back in ten times harder.

"Oh Kurt! You're so tight. You're such a good little slut!" Kevin cried, throwing his head back.

You're such a good little slut.

His words hit Kurt like a slap to the face and Kurt was back there. Back in Karofsky's room begging him not to do it. But of course, he did.

Kurt remembered afterwards, curled up on the floor, naked and trembling and covered in semen, Karofsky had whispered in his ear, "You're such a good little slut."

Shuddering at the memory, tears began to slip down Kurt's face.

"Stop," he whimpered, "please."

Kevin was oblivious and continued thrusting in and out, making Kurt' whole body shudder. The sickening slap of skin on skin and the way that his body continued to tingle with pleasure made him feel physically sick and he felt bile rise up in his throat as the graphic memories, which had been so carefully locked away, began to resurface.

"Stop!" he said, more loudly, attempting to extract Kevin from himself.

Kevin froze, gaped wordlessly and then slowly pulled himself out of Kurt, visibly coming down from his high of ecstasy.

Kurt breathed a sigh of pure relief. He was so thankful that Kevin had listened and had not continued. He let out a thick sob.

"Umm Kurt? Are you ok?"

Kurt nodded, still sobbing softly.

"Was it bad or something?"

"N-no. It was just-just..." Kurt sniffed, "nevermind. This was a mistake. I-I have to go."

Kevin looked disappointed but didn't protest.

"Fine," he said," I'm gonna go to the bathroom to care of this."

He pointed at his still erect member and shuffled off. Kurt quickly shoved all his clothes back on before Kevin could come back.

"So how was last night with Kevin?"

Kurt winced inwardly.

"Fine."

Santana smiled, looking satisfied. "Great. I'm glad that you're back to your usual self. I've been really worried for your social rep."

Kurt grunted and put his head in his arms.

Becky Johnson entered the classroom and cleared her throat loudly.

"Excuse me, Miss Sylvester says that she wants to speak to Kurt Hummel in her office. Now."

Kurt frowned and got up. People were staring at him, but instead of it making him feel awesome as usual, it just made him feel incredibly vulnerable and uneasy.

"Porcelain, sit down."

Kurt took a seat, glaring at Blaine, who, for some reason, was sitting in the seat next to him, looking bemused at the nickname.

"Why am I here Miss Sylvester? And why is he here?"

"I was just about to ask that myself," Blaine muttered under his breath.

"The reason why I have summoned you to my office, dear Porcelain, is because it has come to my attention that you are failing English and Calculus and I simply cannot have a failure on my squad. The last time I had a failure on my squad, do you know what I did to her?"

Kurt shrugged.

Sue Sylvester leaned forward, " Not only did I expel her from the Cheerios but I also set fire to all the clothes she owned. Now Porcelain, I know how much you love your clothes and your reputation and I must admit, I have soft spot for you, which is why I asked Bow Tie here to tutor you and help you pass, I do not want to see another F from you. Got it?"

Kurt nodded.

"Now get out of my office."

Kurt and Blaine walked out into the corridor.

"Phew. That was possibly the scariest five minutes of my life," Blaine said, letting out a shaky breath.

"You get used to her. She's really not so bad."

"Whatever you say. So are we...I mean...do you want to do it? Because it kinda looks like you have to..."

Kurt , once again felt touched by this boy. His thoughtfulness and his cute hesitant way of saying things.

"I guess so."

"We could go to my house?" Blaine said eagerly. "Today after school?"

"Fine, But do you mind...umm...waiting until everyone leaves?"

"So that nobody sees us together," Blaine guessed, "sure thing."

"Well...I...thank you, Blaine."

Blaine felt shivers run through his body. It was the first time Kurt had said his name and it sounded so sexy coming out of his mouth.

"So, see you later?"

Kurt nodded and then turned on his heel, marching down the corridor.

Blaine grinned.

A/N: Pheww finished. I hope you guys don't kill me for what happened to Kurt. :L

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