Can't Fight the Moonlight
Chapter Four
Kurt woke up as sun streamed through the curtains, the bright list pounding at his aching head. He groaned trying not to throw up as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. He had no idea where he was and no matter how he prodded at the memories, most of last night was a complete blank. He hadn't had sex with anyone clearly as he was still mostly dressed. However this room (tastefully decorated with rich reds and purples complimenting the dark wooden furnishings as it was.) it was far too sophisticated for anyone he knew.
Shameful really with its quaint old fashioned wardrobes clearly brimming with high fashions from what he could see over flowing behind a door that stubbornly refused to close. A dresser covered in styling gels, make up and other such accessories. It dawned on Kurt that this room could only belong to someone as gay as himself. It was a room that he would really enjoy owning himself, however space at the loft with Rachel and Santana didn't allow such things.
He vaguely remembered an extremely hot guy coming onto him last night, buying him drinks. He felt a swell of pride at this gay 'brother' for not taking advantage of his drunken state. Followed by disappointment because he had and still did really want to be taken advantage of. Anything to escape the pain and loneliness since Finn's passing. Not that he cared for Finn in that way anymore, eww they were legally step brothers now. It had just been a really tough few years with his dad's cancer which he still fretted over returning, the queer bashing at school, breaking up with Blaine over the long distance relationship, losing Finn, not getting into school, still trying to reapply, damn he was a mess!
He missed his family, but could rarely afford the air miles back home. Missed his friends, the Glee club, even Coach S who had made his life a living hell. Cause she at least had tried to defend him against all the homophobic bullcrap. Sure he had Rachel and Santana around, but with them scoring a Broadway show and a TV advert between them, he was feeling somewhat less then fabulous about himself.
Kurt wasn't a slut by any means, he had only ever been with Blaine. The thought of screwing around for fun and comfort disgusting him. However as time passed by, his depression deepening unnoticed by his friends, he just wanted to feel something again. He had hoped that if he was wasted enough he could go through with the act and he was pretty sure he had damn well tried his best to. Blast Elliott and his high moral code. He had to find the only honest gay guy in the joint!
Kurt carried on cursing the boy under his breath as he snuck out the room in search of the bathroom to freshen up. The first sight he was met by was that gorgeous man shirtless laying cramped up on the sofa fast asleep. That was not helping his desperate lustful thoughts in the slightest. The nipple ring so clearly on display was just begging Kurt to suckle at it. That tanned firm chest showing the guy worked out, not too much just enough. Damn he just wanted to rip that throw off of Elliott's body, jump into bed with him and torture that lean body.
His mood changed abruptly as while he watched the other man clearly fell into troubled dreams. His face contorting in a mask of fear, whimpering in his sleep. Kurt without thinking sat on the floor by him, stroking his hair and humming to him to calm him down. Wanting to hug those painful thoughts out of this stranger. Elliott cuddled into his shoulder in his sleep trying to leach a little comfort from the warm body so close to him. Muttering under his breath, the words too faint to make out.
Kurt found himself kissing the boy's cheek, trying to give him more comfort. Humming any tune he could picture clearly, smiling as very slowly he relaxed and slipped back into a far safer form of slumber. Kurt tried to move away, but found an arm snaked around him tightly. He chuckled and made himself comfortable enough until he moved again releasing that death grip. Singing and humming to keep the sleep nightmare free.