Hey, guys!
I'm back with another chapter :D
Warning for Non-con though, so please don't read Saturday if that triggers you!


Saturday:

Kurt spend the entire Saturday alone in his room. He only left it to get something to eat, and he regretted it each time, because going to the kitchen meant having to talk to his dad.

Their relationship was weird on the best days. When Kurt was younger and he realised that maybe he didn't like girls as much as he should, he started to worry. A lot. Back then, he had been in a dark place. People in school didn't like him, he had very few friends - and that had never really bothered him. He always had his dad, someone who he knew would love him no matter what. And then suddenly, he wasn't there anymore. Or so Kurt imagined. Suddenly, he was afraid, because what if he told his dad? What if being gay was finally something too weird for his father to put up with? What if he kicked him out? Or if he told him not to be gay anymore? If he called him bad names?

So Kurt tried to ignore it for a while. But then he changed schools and he noticed how the other boys grew larger and became somewhat... attractive. When he had his first real crush on a nameless guy who took the same bus to school for a while, he knew there was no way he could ignore it any longer because it was the only thing on his mind now. So he tried to hide his sexuality. He tried out for football and he got accepted, but he soon realised he wasn't wanted in the team, nevermind his talent. His next plan was to just hide away everyone - if no one noticed Kurt, then who could realise that he was gay? He stopped talking to people at school, with very few exceptions, and he stopped talking to his dad. He didn't join any school clubsand he stopped dressing how he liked it.

When his father tried to talk to him, he just smiled and assured him he was fine, and that was enough for a while. It wasn't good, not for Kurt and not for anyone, really, it got really bad at times. For example when Kurt saw the word 'suicide' on some pamphlet and didn't feel like looking away. He felt like suddenly there was an even better solution than hiding away and - that was when he realised that maybe he had gone too far. Apparently a teacher thought so too, because that evening he had a very unpleasant talk with his dad about living his life, and love and even though he felt like crying and hugging his father he didn't. All he wanted was to finally tell him how he felt, how afraid he was and that he loved him... But he couldn't. It was as though there was a hand around his throat, and each time he tried to say something the hand chocked him. So he did what had worked best in the past. He nodded and smiled and told him that he was okay. And he promised to join a club in school.

And then there was glee, which provided him with protection and friends. And he became popular. And he didn't have to hide away at school anymore. He wore outfits that he wanted to, and he said what he wanted to. He learned how to ignore people and how to not care about their opinions. So he thought, why hide away from my dad?

'If people in school don't like me, I don't care. And it feels great to be who I am never mind how other people think. Why am I afraid to be myself infront of my dad?'

Two days later he told his dad he wanted to talk, and they sat down on their couch, and it took everything for him not to start crying right away. The look in Burt's eyes was so open, and so full of love and acceptance... So he took a deep breath and told him "I am gay dad. I have been for quite a while now, and please, please don't hate me now..."

It was quite for a few seconds, and he could still remember how awful those seconds had been when he didn't know what the man was going to say. Kurt thought he would be shocked. Or that he would need a few seconds, because surely you are shocked when your son suddenly tells you he's gay, right? Burt wasn't. He tried to hug his son, and mumbled "I know, Kurt. And of course I don't -" But whatever he had wanted to say, Kurt was faster.

"What do you mean, you know?" he hissed.

Burt smiled. "Kurt, we're family.I bought you your first pair of sensible heels. Of course I-"

"What?" All these years he had been afraid for nothing? Had worried and hid away and - all that for nothing? His father must have seen how miserable he was! "And you didn't say anything?"

"What." He half laughed. "You want me to come out for you? Kurt, that was something you had to decide. You needed to make that decision for yourself. And now you did and that's great."

"No!" Kurt said, louder now, angry. "No this wasn't something I needed. I needed my dad, I needed you to know these last years! I thought you hated me!" He jumped up and made a few steps away from the couch when his father tried to calm him down and hug him. "Do you have any idea how bad this time was for me as well? Constantly doubting myself? And if I could ever be enough for you?"

"Kurt..." His father tried again, but he was in his room already, and he stayed there for the rest of the evening, nomatter how hard his dad tried to make him open up. He had broken his trust. He was the reason Kurt had to suffer so much over the last years. He didn't deserve his forgiveness.

The next morning was the first time Kurt didn't make lunch for his dad.

Even though it had been almost a year since that evening, Kurt had never forgiven his father. Even though he wished they would be close again most of the time, he didn't know how to instigate it. He missed his dad, he really, really missed him. But he had no idea how to go back to where they used to be. What was he supposed to do? Just come home one day and say, 'Hey, Dad. So you know how I hated you these last months? I don't anymore. Let's go out for dinner.'

The problem was that Kurt knew it was his fault. His dad hadn't really done anything wrong. Kurt knew that. And he knew he slightly overreacted. But he had been - was - hurt and he just couldn't deal with another person breaking his trust. He had enough to do with watching his mouth in school whenever Quinn and/or Santana were near him. It really wasn't that easy with his dad, so he just continued to hiss at him.

But at least they talked again. He called that progress.

After eight hours of watching videos from several people filming Devon a week ago, Kurt got depressed. This couldn't be how he spend his days from now on! He tried to call a few people who had always wanted to make plans with him when he still was popular, but none of them were very... friendly. Most of them blamed him for the loss of the school's most successful team, and some [delete] others just hung up.

He tried calling Rachel, and then Tina, and then even Santana and Puck, but it was all the same.

At 7pm, after his dad had come to his room asking him if he was okay, if maybe he wanted to go see a doctor, he decided to write a message to Devon.

'Hey, Devon. I hope you've had a good day, because I definitely have not. I feel like my friends have all abandoned me, and now I don't know what to do...
I might have made a mistake, but is that a reason to just cut me off? Because I don't think so! And now I don't what to do, so I'm just on the internet all day. But every time I see one of your videos, it feels like I'm okay again, so that's okay.
Because I know that one day we'll be together :)

'I should erase the end... I don't wanna sound creepy.'

Anyways. I heard a rumor that you plan to go to ...Con together with Wezzy&Dave?! Is it true? Because that would be so cool! I definitely need this rumor to be true... Please say it is? Pleeeaaaaseee!
- E

He signed with an E since he left glee club, so no one would know that it was him who sent the messages, and they couldn't call him out on it. Kurt clicked on 'ask Devon!', a new feature on the side he used more than he liked to admit to himself.
He hadn't gotten an answer until now, but that didn't stop him from trying.

He scrolled through several blogs for a while, and then decided to go to sleep. There wasn't anything to be awake for anyways.

Sleeping, as it soon turned out, hadn't been a good decision...

"What is it, Hummel? Huh?" A voice whispered in his ear. Kurt couldn't see the person, but he knew it was Karofsky. He tried to shake off the hands holding him, swat them away, but he couldn't move his hands. Moving his head was impossible, so he kicked his legs, hoping to shove away the person holding him, but it didn't help. He suddenly felt more hands roaming over his body, coming awfully close to areas he definitely didn't want to be touched by anyone.
"You're such a slut! Look at you, enjoying this."
'But I'm not! Please, make it stop!' He tried to escape, tried to run and cry for help, but he couldn't. There was no ground underneath him. The only things he felt were the hands. He couldn't move, he couldn't see anything, there was just black surrounding him, and the hands.
"You want this, fag? You love it, don't you?"
The voice came closer, constantly muttering, breathing in his ear.
"You always look so nice at school just to provoke me, don't you? Dress up for me? I know you just want my attention".
He shook his head, and even though he couldn't feel them he knew there were tears running down his cheeks.
"But don't worry, fairy, I've got you now. I'll give you what you want!" The voice purred. Kurt couldn't breath anymore. He couldn't run away, couldn't breath properly anymore, there was no escape from his tormentor -

Kurt awoke with a sob, turning on the lights immediately. As soon as he realized what just happened, what he had just dreamed, the crying got worse. He tried to stop it, but he couldn't. Why would he dream of this? Hadn't he already enough memories of Karofsky in his head?

Kurt closed his eyes, hoping that the next day would be better.

'Tomorrow will be better. It will get better.'

Sunday:

When Blaine entered the Lima Bean, where his first meeting with French-guy was supposed to be, he suddenly realised something: he had no idea who he was meeting with.
Johnny hadn't given him a name to ask for, or shown him a picture. He hadn't got this guy's number and he didn't know which table they were going to meet at. He only knew they would meet in the Lima bean, at 15:30 on Saturday.
He stood in the middle of the cafe for a minute, trying to look into every guy's face, hoping to somehow figure out if they spoke French.

'Great idea, Blaine. Because you can see that. Brilliant.'

When he was about to go sit on an empty table, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, sorry. I think I can help you. You look lost." A voice said.

Blaine turned around and looked into an unknown, though an admittedly very pretty face. The guy was dressed really well, Blaine was sure he had seen both his jacket and his shoes in the last edition of Vogue, so he probably had a lot of money. And going by the smirk on his face he probably knew how attractive he was. He was, in fact, so attractive Blaine forgot he was supposed to say something.

The guy took his hand away from Blaine's shoulder and put it into the pocket of his trousers, his grin getting wider.

"You're Blaine, right?"

'Wait why does he know my name? Who is he? He looks... Familiar. But maybe I'm just associating him with every attractive guy I've ever seen. I mean, he could easily be a model. Though his features are sharper than Kurt's. On the other hand I'm sure Kurt will -'

Blaine was so deep in his thoughts he didn't see the smile of the other guy alter.

"Uhm, sorry, I thought you were someone else."

'Wait, what?'

Hot guy mustered him. "I'll still take your number, though. What's your name?"

"Oh, no, no - I'm sorry. I'm Blaine." He held out his hand and gave his best to smile. What was happening with him?
"Hi. I take it you're here to help me with French, then?"

Hot guy rose his eyebrows and took his hand. "Sebastian. Pleasure to meet you, Blaine. And I'll help you with French whenever and however you want."

Something about the way Sebastian said that made Blaine blush and his heart beat faster. Like, really fast.

"Come on, Blaine. Let's sit down before you faint." He took Blaine's bag from his shoulders and placed a hand on his back and - What the fuck was happening?

People didn't do that to Blaine. Because he was pretty sure Sebastian was flirting with him, and - that didn't happen to him. People just weren't interested in Blaine. They were interested in Devon.

When they were at the table Sebastian led him to, he put the bag down on the third chair and then pulled out another one for Blaine to sit down on. He did, though it didn't feel quite right.
He was quiet while Sebastian went to get them some coffee, and he only mumbled a thanks when he got him some combination he never had before. He was quiet when Sebastian sat down and he was quiet when Sebastian stared at him like he wanted to either eat him or cuddle him to death.
Then Blaine decided he had been quiet long enough. He cleared his throat.

"So um."

'What do I say? How do I talk to someone that attractive who is FLIRTING with me?'

He cleared his throat again. "How did you know it was me? I mean that I was... Me?"

Sebastian was grinning like mad, and let out a small laugh that Blaine though sounded very pleasant. "I told Johnny to send me a photo of you before I agreed to tutor you. I have to know who I am going to put up with, don't I?"

Normally, Blaine would frown at that. Judging people based on their looks? Not cool.
But Sebastian made it pretty clear he thought Blaine was good looking, and... Blaine couldn't frown at that.

"Yeah, um. I didn't, so - sorry I don't recognize you."

"No, it's alright. So, Blaine, you're having problems with French?"

"Yeah, I mean I'm normally pretty good at French, but I changed schools recently and the standards are a lot higher at Dalton than they were at McKinley."

"Okay, then let's take care of that."


So yeah. A lot happened in this chapter...

Hope you all enjoyed it:D