Rating: M. Really. I'm not kidding, guys. It's dirty.

...Dirrrrty. You hear me? DIRTY.

Turn back! Turn back while you still can!

Because-because... it's absolutely filthy! No decent person with an ounce of morality would read this.

If you knew what was good for you, you'd backspace back to a safer story. Seriously. This chapter is not intended for people with heart problems or whatever sensitive junk.

Because it's all Kurtofsky goodness after this. No Klaine or Sammel or Furt or anything. Just. Kur. Tof. Sky.

Just lettin' ya know.

Yup.

Just lettin' ya knoooow.

(Why are you still reading this? I would've skipped this crap to the smut. Geez.)

Pandora's Box

Chapter Four


If there was one thing that he knew, it was that if it were anyone else... a girl, a Cheerio, hell, even that fat girl in the AV club, it would be okay. It would annoy him, sure (not that Dave was annoyed or anything like that), but it'd be okay. Because it was a girl.

He was supposed to feel this way about a girl.

Instead, Dave Karofsky felt like he was going nuts (and it was over a boy). He wasn't sure what was worse: the fact that it was a boy or that it was Kurt fucking Hummel. The boy who wore glitter pants to school, and acted affronted each and every time he was slushied like he was Jesus or something. Dave wondered how it reflected on his taste (that is, if he were remotely into Kurt. Which he wasn't. No way.) to be into someone who wasn't afraid to break out in song and dance in the middle of walking down the halls or wear a dress in broad daylight.

He didn't really want to know the answer to that question.

Hell, he was crazy for caring at all. If he had any sense in him left, he'd either leave or stick around just to beat up Kurt and his faggy boyfriend. He gritted his teeth and seethed, trying to control his breathing as he watched them from the window. They were soooo close and that pretty boy was playing around with Kurt's scarf. He could tell Kurt liked it too (that fucking slut.) Of course he liked it from another queer; he sneered. When did he get permission to do that? Where did that homo get off touching Hummel like he owned him? Because he didn't, Dave thought, wanting to tear Prettyboy's head off his shoulders.

So Prettyboy wanted to act all "experienced and cool" by being Hummel's knight in shining armor. Dave snorted and rolled his eyes. The only rescuing Hummel needed was a reality check to the situation: he was not going to hide behind some other fag from Dave Karofsky. Nothing and no one escapes The Fury. No exceptions. It irritated him that Blaine (Dave snorted again, this time at the stupidity of that name - it was like the name of some prissy doll. Seriously, who actually names their kid that and expects them not to be gay?) got off like he was some expert on the situation when he only knew half of the story. Not like Dave was going to tell him his or even admit anything happened.

Because it didn't. (Fuck him if he thinks it did, because Kurt is a pansy ass liar.)

Speaking of lying... Dave narrowed his eyes. The fact that Kurt had such loose lips -the mental image was a bit much for Dave- at once worried Dave and angered him to no end. First Kurt says "Your secret is safe with me". Still, he tells that Blaine. Whatever, fags like to share secrets with one another... as long as they both kept their mouths shut after. He could care less and forced himself to think it was fine. (It wasn't.) To drive the point home, Dave threatens him to make sure his mouth stays shut. Not like he'd actually kill him or anything - he wasn't that stupid. He just needed to scare Kurt and guess what - it worked (..for a while.)

And then he thought something would happen today at school, that Kurt would finally have enough of his bullshit and start spewing his guts to every McKinley kid he could get to that would believe his pack of lies. He fully expected to be in cuffs by the end of the day with all of the jocks jeering his face about how they knew that something was wrong with him from the start.

But again, nothing happened.

So he thought, well, Hummel finally got it. He finally learned to keep his mouth shut (and this subconsciously made him feel like he had carte blanche to do whatever he liked to the boy.)

Imagine his great and unmitigated shock when Blaine admitted not only to knowing that Kurt and him had sex, but that he was gay (totally untrue), attracted to Kurt (really untrue), and that he was hurting him (well, that he couldn't really argue against). What stuck out the most was that Prettyboy admitted to liking Hummel and that he would fight for him. It not only bothered him, it made him angry. If he hadn't been so pissed at Kurt for spilling his guts to Prettyboy, he would've reached across the table to give him a piece of The Fury.

The whole encounter made Dave feel like a fool. He hated feeling like he was not only the last to know, but the butt of the joke on top of it. He was not going to be treated this way, not going to be dismissed like some dog. He'd show Kurt who was the fucking boss.

A small part of him had to wonder that if he wasn't into boys -wasn't into Kurt Hummel- then why did he bother following him into the diner? Why did he go to his car with the purpose of defacing it only to discover its unlocked doors? Why did he get in the backseat and wait for something to happen? Why, why, why?

He never planned on doing this; it was Kurt's fault. It was Kurt's fault for lying to him. Kurt's fault for making him trust him. Kurt's fault for not locking his doors. Kurt's fault for acting like he didn't exist. Like he didn't matter. It was Kurt's fault he had this heavy pain in his chest; he was sure that Kurt was causing all of this. Yes, Kurt deserved what he had coming to him.

In his tight little jeans, looking so hot... Dave grimaced, becoming hard as he looked over that body in the dim lighting. Even from his vantage point, Kurt still looked great and it pissed him off to know that he would put in the effort for that fag-lover but not for him. Not that he wanted him to. No, that'd be insane. That'd never happen. Still, Dave licked his lips as he thought about the past times he was close to that ass that he was now admiring, that ass is mighty fine. His anger effortlessly shifted into desire.

...That is, until Prettyboy leaned in for a kiss that he was sure Kurt was reciprocating.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Dave nearly ran out of the car to break up the lovefest to introduce them to his fists formally. His mind used the excuse that he was disgusted by the public display of faggotry that even he was finding hard to believe. When he breathed and tried to control himself (as hard as it was), he forced himself to to sit back and watch (as painful as it was) until Kurt walked into his trap.

Once again he found himself considering questions he wasn't sure how to answer: What was it about Kurt that made his calm storm turn into a tornado in a moment's notice? Why did his blood boil and going temporarily crazy didn't sound like such a bad idea? What was wrong with him?

And Kurt. What the fuck, man, he thought. What did Kurt think he got off, going on a date so soon after accusing him of rape? That little faker, Dave snarled to himself. He was just trying to make him feel bad. To think it actually worked for like a micro-second too. He had nothing to regret, except actually being gentle with that little fruit.

When the two separated and Kurt walked back to the car slowly, Dave narrowed his eyes.

This time he would definitely teach Hummel a lesson that he wouldn't soon forget.


"How-" Kurt was at a loss for words as he stared helplessly into the rearview mirror. Karofsky's eyes stared back. Kurt wondered why -for a split second- he never noticed how groomed Karofsky's face was. More than any other jock's he'd seen, including Finn's. The angle of his eyebrows seemed make his face cat-like and slim, only making his strong jawline more noticeable. And if he looked closely, he could've sworn that Karofsky was... pouting? If he wasn't fucking terrifying, he would be pretty hot. Theoretically speaking of course.

"You should really remember to lock your doors. Bad things happen to little boys who don't protect themselves." Kurt wasn't sure if Karofsky was actually serious with that statement.

"What do you want." It wasn't so much of a question as a loaded comment. All Kurt knew was that on a level of one to ten, Karofsky was an eleven on the creepy rating. Subconsciously, he wondered where his phone was and cursed. It was in his back pocket. Dave would have to be blind not to notice him groping around for it. He decided to stay still and to just keep talking until he found an opportunity to escape.

"You lied to me."

"What?" Kurt was incredulous; this wasn't really happening. Was Karofsky totally batshit? A part of his mind instantly reviewed everything he might've said to Karofsky and came up blank - he never told the jock any lies. None that counted, anyway.

"You. Lied. To. Me."

"No, I-" He stopped himself. Kurt didn't know why he was trying to justify himself. So what if he lied to Karofsky? What did that douchebag ever do to deserve the truth from him? He lifted up his chin and glared in the mirror's reflection. "And your point being?"

The reaction was not the one he liked. Karofsky's dark eyes got darker and the pupils seemed to get wide like an animal's. Kurt's hand wandered to the door, ready to sprint. He felt a sharp pain at his skull as Karofsky pulled his hair much tighter than the previous times. Kurt yelped outloud, his hands going to the hand as he tried to claw out of it until he felt a hand around his throat squeeze dangerously. He was reminded at just how dangerous Karofsky could be, of how far he could be pushed before he snapped. He imagined dying a few times but never like this. Kurt put his hands down and the threat around his throat left. He took a deep breath and the tears in his eyes slid down his cheek as he struggled to focus on the present.

He felt Karofsky's lips by his ear and closed his eyes instinctively as he suppressed a shiver.

"Drive," he hissed, his mouth hovering longer than necessary over Kurt's earlobes.

"No way."

He stared at Karofsky in the reflection of the mirror, hating him more with each passing second. What sort of fucking freak was this? Who terrorized innocent people repeatedly? He could tell Karofsky was a psychopath that enjoyed nothing more than manipulating and destroying the lives around him, and he was his current target. Lucky me, he thought glibly to himself. I get to be his latest victim. Whoopee.

"I'm not going to ask again, Hummel," he said softly, not taking his eyes off the mirror. It seemed to penetrate him more than anything Karofsky had done up to that point. They stared at each other, aware of how close they were to one another. Each boy reacted differently: Kurt gave a shuddering gasp that sounded like a whisper and Dave tightened his grip on Kurt's hair.

"Drive."


"Where are we going?" They had been silent for the last ten minutes. The only conversation occurred when Dave gave him curt directions that led the car outside of Lima. They were now down a road that had only one lane on each side, and the only visible light came from the vehicle. They were alone with no one in sight but the many corn stalks to witness the kidnapping. Distantly in his mind, Kurt realized this was a hijacking and that he was a hostage. He could press charges. He could have Karofsky locked up for life and have him deal with his own homophobic bullies for once. The thought made Kurt smile.

"None of your business."

"Well, if I'm the one driving there and going there - then yes, Neanderthal, it is my business." His heart was pounding. What if this was it. What if Karofsky snapped and was going to do it? Was he going to die tonight? Was Karofsky going to wring his neck for being gay? Was Karofsky that self-loathing that he couldn't stand seeing Kurt happy and with another man? He wasn't sure which of those questions made him shiver more - the threat of violence and death... or the fact that Karofsky's jealousy was something real and definitely not to be messed with. He thought it was crazy - there was no way that Karofsky was even remotely jealous, let alone affected by Blaine being with him.

"Shut up."

"No, I'm not shutting up. What is wrong with you? You wait in my car like a creep and kidnap me, and then you make me drive out of Lima to Gaga knows where. Just what is your deal, you-" He looked over his shoulder for a second to look Karofsky directly in the face, and blinked at the closeness. Karofsky's nose nearly touched his and they stared at each other for a second.

"You should watch the road," Kurt heard him say.

He licked his lips, watching Karofsky's mouth move like it was in slow motion. For some reason his stomach felt molten. No, it was the place below his stomach... right in between his legs. That place felt hot just looking at those lips. Those hate-mongering, angry, full lips. "What."

"I said, WATCH OUT." Suddenly Karofsky lunged forward and took forward of the steering wheel, narrowly missing a heavy wood pole. He moved the car back on the road and stayed in that position.

"Thanks, I can take the wheel now." Kurt wasn't sure why that sounded like a request. This was his car after all. But being so close to Karofsky with his big lumbering body brought back memories that he didn't want to relive just yet.

Karofsky looked at him quickly, glaring. "Really? Because I don't want to die."

Kurt gave him a sneer. Smart ass. "Well, neither do I."

"Could've fooled me," Dave muttered, and moved to let Kurt take the wheel. But instead of going back into his seat, he moved to sit next to Kurt, his hand landing possessively on the boy's knee. Kurt gave a quick glance at it before keeping his eyes on the road. The hotness moved and Kurt gripped the steering wheel harder, his eyes fluttering a little bit at the feeling. He'd never felt that before; at least, nothing that powerful. He shook his head mentally - what was he thinking? Karofsky was doing it again - acting like Kurt had no will of his own. "Get your hand off of me," Kurt said, surprising Karofsky.

The other boy was silent, looking down at his hand as if trying to figure out a problem. What an idiot, Kurt thought to himself, and opened his mouth to repeat his command when Karofsky interrupted.

"No."

In fact, he squeezed his hand tighter, his hand moving up Kurt's leg to rest on his inner thigh. Kurt almost re-arranged himself to spread his legs a little before catching himself. Even subconsciously putting his legs together to discourage Karofsky made the sensation nicer. Gaga dammit. "Are we there yet?" Kurt said, impatient to get this over with. He didn't like what Karofsky was doing to him, let alone treating him.

Karofsky on the other hand, was as conflicted as Kurt. When the boy admitted that he lied, something went red in his brain and made him so angry, he wanted to slam the boy into the ground and punish him for being a deceitful little cocktease. When he pulled the boy's hair, only one word came out - a directive to get some privacy for whatever it was he was going to do to him. And he didn't know what he was going to do. He was afraid of what he was going to do. He was going to hurt Kurt one way or another to match how Kurt hurt him. He was going to make that bitch cry, and he was going to look at those blue eyes as the tears fell. He was going to show Kurt who the real boss was and that he couldn't just willy nilly go on a date without informing him, let alone dismiss him like a dog.

When Kurt started asking him questions, it hurt his brain - he didn't know where they were going. He had no clue what he was doing really. They were just driving until Dave thought of what else to do. Getting out of Lima was one step in the right direction; he didn't want to be around anything associating his life and what he was (supposed to) stand for. He wanted to be completely isolated with Kurt where no one could hear the boy's screams for help. It was the next best thing to getting the boy liquored up again.

At the same time, Dave couldn't help but be close to Kurt. His head was almost right by the boy's head, and he reveled in smelling the boy's honey-scented hair. It was taking will power not to put his hand on Kurt's chest (or lower) and lean in to inhale Kurt's pheromones that drove Dave's actions and arousal. He was going to resist this time. He was going to be the big straight man he was supposed to be (that he is). He wasn't going to touch Kurt in a way that was unacceptable again.

So when Kurt suddenly turned around to yell at him, their faces became close. Too close. And Dave lost it. He lost whatever self control he had in that moment. He was going to fuck this boy right then and there while they were still driving. Never mind the logistics - it was going to happen. Then Dave realized: oh shit, they were still driving. For some reason, Kurt was barely responding to his calls for attention and he leaned in, saving them both from a terrible accident. It made him so angry that Kurt was that careless just like when he didn't lock his doors. Didn't the kid know how much in danger he was? How much people (not just him) wanted to hurt him? He was making it so easy that Dave wanted to yell at him for being more careful. Honestly, he huffed to himself as he righted the vehicle. And he keeps calling me stupid.

He settled into the seat next to him, figuring it was safer than being so close to Hummel's hair. He watched the road, wary of another accident happening, when Kurt asked him to take his hand off him. Well, not asked - demanded. Dave narrowed his eyes as he looked at his hand. Traitor, he thought to it. It went there without him knowing but he felt Kurt's body beneath the denim and grew intoxicated. He couldn't bring himself to take it away and decided his hand knew best in the situation, letting it go higher. When Kurt squeezed his thighs, oh my god, it only made it feel more awesome. Like he was already in him. Dave put his other hand on his own leg, squeezing it painfully to remind himself he couldn't do anything. Not yet, anyway, he thought as he looked over Kurt's body.

He was so thin and frail-looking, like a bird or something. All bones and skin it seemed like. Dave knew that wasn't true as he felt the taut, lean muscle that enveloped his hand. He wondered what was his favorite feature about Kurt... his ass or those thighs of his... of course, it was nothing compared to those blue eyes that stopped him cold in whatever he was doing. Kurt's thighs loosened and he began to rub slightly, eliciting a small moan from Kurt.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Kurt put a hand over his own mouth in shock.

Well, well, well... so he didn't think it was disgusting after all. Dave smirked, satisfied with the reaction. Before the night was done, he was going to make this little bitch moan his name in pure and unadulterated ecstasy. "Pull over."

"What?" Kurt croaked, confused. It seemed he forgot that Dave was next to him.

"Pull over." He wasn't going to say it again. Dave squeezed Kurt's thigh to get the message across. It worked. Kurt parked on the side of the road by the cornfield obediently. They sat in silence as Karofsky continued to massage Kurt, going directly over his groin. Kurt let a louder moan out, only encouraging his tormentor.

"You like this, don't you?"

Kurt bit his lip as he struggled to keep his reaction to a minimum. He opened his eyes to glare at his attacker, nostrils flaring. "No," he spat, still squirming.

"Liar," Dave said. Unlike earlier, there was no deep malice in his remark. It was more like a tease, accentuated as he moved closer to Kurt.

Kurt stopped breathing. Stopped thinking. Stopped doing anything. All he could was watch as Dave Karofsky leaned in for the kill. He felt absolutely paralyzed as he laid there, limp with his arms at his sides. Oh god oh god he's going to kiss me, he thought, his eyes growing as wide as saucers. It wasn't shocking that he was doing this; it was shocking that Kurt wasn't sure if he wanted to push away Karofsky. Instead of disgust, he felt interest; to clarify, maybe Karofsky's kiss was the lesser of two evils (the worse one being him dead in a ditch someplace.)

So he closed his eyes, his mouth slightly open as he waited for the assault to happen.

It didn't.

He heard a click and opened his eyes to find that Karofsky was back in his seat, pocketing something. He looked in front of him and narrowed his eyes. "HEY! My car keys!"

"Mine now," Karofsky smirked as he opened the car door to slide out.

"Give those back!"

He pretended to think it over. "Hmm.. make me," he said, giving the boy a wink. Stunned, Kurt just sat there, not willing to believe this was actually happening. Was... was Karofsky just flirting with him?

The boy in question looked over his shoulder. "You getting out or what, Hummel."

Deep seated fear finally caught up to Kurt. He was in the middle of nowhere with someone who hated him so much that he wasn't sure what was going to happen - if he was going to die or if he was going to be raped. Or both. Karofsky took his one of his only means of escape which meant he had to think fast. A pounding on his window reminded him that Karofsky didn't like waiting. "Ladyface, get your ass into gear." There was a leer on the boy's face as he stared down at him and Kurt shuddered, not wanting to open the door. A part of him automatically went to lock the doors before realizing with a sinking feeling that there was no use: the boy had his keys. There was no where for him to hide this time.

His phone was still in his pocket. He could still run. These were the two thoughts in Kurt's head as he slowly got out of the car. As he closed it and walked to the side of the cornfield with Karofsky close behind, he suddenly sprinted down the row of corn but was immediately caught by his opponent who slammed him into his car.

"Thought you could run away, huh?" Kurt closed his eyes as he felt the hot breath of his oppressor on his neck. It wasn't the only thing he felt as Karofsky pressed his body against his back. "You really like it the hard way, don't you, Hummel?" To emphasize this point Karofsky cleverly ground his groin into Kurt's bottom, his hands on the boy's delicate hips. Those same hands slid down over Kurt's fly playing with the zipper. It was this combination that made Kurt's eyes flutter and his breath hitch in his throat.

What was he doing? He couldn't be enjoying this. Not now, not now. What sort of message would that send to Karofsky? 'Yes, I love being roughed up and raped - all gays do. Please, please, whatever you do, don't be gentle. In fact, make it extra painful. Now. In my rear.'

The thought snapped his eyes open and he slammed his head back into Karofsky's, elbowing him in the ribs as he twisted out of his strong grip. He turned and ran into the cornfields. He wasn't going to let this happen to him. Not now. Not again. He wasn't going to be the victim anymore and let Karofsky get his way. He ran further and further into the cornfield, determined to get as far as he could from his kidnapper. When he was satisfied he was far away enough, he slowed down and took out his phone from his pocket.

"Fuck!" he yelled. No signal. Of course there was no signal in butt-fucking-nowhere, he cursed as he was tempted to throw his phone down on the rocky soil. Fuck fuck fuck, he thought. What was he going to do now? He had no car keys and he had no signal on his phone. He was trapped. He was trapped in the dead of night in a place where no one could hear his screams for help. The only thing protecting him now was hiding in the cornfield. Karofsky would never find him.

At least, he hoped he wouldn't.

He kept walking with his phone out, hoping to get a signal however dismal the chances were. He had to hold out hope that it would work out, that he could escape; if he didn't, he might as well just lie on the ground to be Dave's fuckdoll (he ignored the delicious shiver that went directly to his groin at the thought.)

He held up his phone high above his head, almost over the cornstalk itself and a beep alerted him to one bar. One bar was his salvation. "Oh thank you, sweet A.T.&T." He kept his arm up as he began to dial for help when he was knocked down, the phone thrown from his hand several yards away. Heavy breathing was on his back along with an uncomfortable weight.

"You're good, Hummel," Karofsky conceded as he wiped away the blood coming from his nose with his sweatshirt sleeve. "I gotta say, I underestimated you. You're a guy after all."

"Fuck you," Kurt spat, struggling underneath him. Karofsky flipped him over effortlessly, grinning psychotically as if Kurt made a hilarious joke.

"Don't mind if I do."

"What, no-" his next words were muffled as Karofsky's lips were on his. He tried to wrench his lips away but Karofsky kept his face in place with his hand and then he did it. He opened his mouth to let Karofsky in, opening his eyes to stare at his tormentor as Karofsky easily put his tongue down his throat.

"That's more like it," he said in a husky whisper as he continued to kiss. Kurt's eyes got dark and he bit down on Karofsky's lip with all the power he had, making Karofsky immediately pissed. He held his lip and looked at the blood, licking it with his tongue, sitting on Kurt's midsection. At first Kurt was proud of himself for the action; that pride soon tumbled into doubt as he noticed the animal hunger in Karofsky's eyes increase. Suddenly he wasn't so sure that fighting violence with violence was exactly a turn off for the other boy. "You're going to regret that, Hummel," he said.

He already did.

So he panicked and pushed Karofsky off his body, and scrambled on to his knees to get to his phone. He was only a foot away from it when he felt hands around his ankles pull him back. "NO!" Kurt said, struggling as he attempted to kick him off. "HELP! SOMEONE!"

"Scream as much as you want, Hummel. We're far enough in the corn that even if someone was nearby... they'd never find us." It was the way he said us that sent a shiver down to parts he wanted to deny existed around Karofsky; he said us instead of you. Tears were coming down his face and he dug his fingers into the ground, trying to claw his way to the phone. He almost reached it when Karofsky finally pulled him back with a strong tug.

Seeing his hope quickly diminish in front of him, Kurt grabbed a handful of dirt and turned around, throwing it in Karofsky's face. "FUCK! You fucking BITCH!"

Kurt pushed him off of him, finally free, when he felt a fist grab his shirt and fingers dig into the back of his skin. Pushed to the ground with an arm around his throat as Karofsky squeezed. He spat out dirt and blinked, shaking his face and rubbing his eyes. "You little asshole! That fucking hurt!"

"Good! Get used to it-" He was spun around as he spoke.

Karofsky slapped him across the cheek.

It was the first time Karofsky ever struck him. He had shoved him before, pushed him, slushied him... but never once in their miserable acquaintance did Karofsky hit Hummel. Both seemed to be in slight shock in this realization, neither knowing the other was thinking the same thing. Kurt turned his head to look at Karofsky in the eye, his shiny with tears. Karofsky's were red and irritated, wet as well. They were silent for a moment until Karofsky pushed Kurt to the ground.

Kurt just laid there.

Karofsky straddled Kurt's chest, balancing his weight carefully. He had his knees on Kurt's arms to prevent him for flailing around, keeping both hands free. Kurt looked away into a row of corn, concentrating on the green-blues of nature than the horrid hazel of his oppressor. He couldn't believe that Karofsky actually hit him. He didn't know why it shocked him considering how physically violent the jock was and threatened to be but it unsettled him. It made him rethink if he could predict Karofsky after all (no, he never could - not since that kiss anyway.)

Dave unzipped his fly, hating the sound. Something was suddenly filthy about the situation and he knew it was because he raised a hand to Kurt. He could see the tender spot on the cheek he directed the force at and felt angry. He deserved it, he thought. He threw dirt in his eyes! He acted like he was so high and mighty when he wasn't. Dave would show he wasn't. He took out his cock which was half hard and noticed how Kurt wasn't even paying attention to him anymore. He didn't know what made him more raw: him ignoring Dave or that he stopped fighting. Stopped reacting. Stopped being Kurt.

His hand wandered down behind him, slowly going down Kurt's chest to his belly to his navel, noticing with pleasure that Kurt's breath had started to quicken and he'd shifted around slightly underneath him. Bingo. He unbuttoned the top part of the fly, bringing the zipper down slowly, all the while staring down at Kurt's face, watching for a change. Kurt's eyes squinted in the direction of the corn's roots, finally closing tight. "Stop it, Karofsky."

He ignored him, his hand going into the tight crotch to retrieve an object of interest. Kurt's eyes bugged open; his mouth was a tiny 'o.' "Karofsky," he whined. "Ahhh..." It came out more sensual than he meant it to be as he moved his hips around when the jock got a good grip on his member.

"For someone who says they don't like this, you sure are hard, Hummel."

"Fuck y-" Kurt started to say but he remembered Karofsky's earlier rebuttal and kept mum this time.

Karofsky grinned, his tongue slightly out at the corner of his mouth as he pumped the member slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Tight grip. Oh. Ohh. Oooh, Kurt thought as he tried not to give in. The bastard wasn't going to win this. He wasn't going to own him. He wasn't going to treat him like this and get away with it. "S-stop it," he said. Even his tone was unconvinced at the words he forced out as he started to moan.

Karofsky was touching himself too, in time with the ministrations he was delivering on the poor boy underneath him. "What's that? I can't hear you," he gleefully said as he peered down at the angelic face right below his cock.

"I saiiid... Ooooh..."

Dave gave a short laugh, growing incredibly hard as he listened to those absolutely delicious moans. "That's what I thought you said."

"I-aaah... haaaate you sooo muccch," Kurt panted, his hips jerking upwards as he lolled his head back and forth on the ground. "Unngghhh..." It was deja vu all over again, Dave thought as he looked over at the dick in his hands. This should be absolutely disgusting to him. He shouldn't even be doing this. But he couldn't stop - it felt too good, too natural (so unnatural). He looked back at Kurt's face and decided it was safe enough to get off him. The boy wasn't going to run around with his junk exposed (no guy would be that stupid.) He put himself over the boy's body, continuing to stroke him until their bare genitals touched one another.

"Ah-" Kurt's eyes went wide at the silky feeling and then became heavy lidded as Karofsky put his lips over his. His own lips were raw from Kurt biting them and there was still blood there but it didn't stop him from doing what he had to do.

It hurt to kiss him.

It hurt him more not to kiss him.

He willed the boy's mouth to open, coaxing it with all of his kissing skills: biting, licking, chewing, sucking. They opened and soon his tongue went into Kurt's mouth, sliding back and forth on his. There was an erotic twinge that traveled down to Kurt's pulsating member and he groaned, starting to kiss back. The reaction created a tenfold response in Karofsky who held the back of the boy's head with his arm, creating a soft place for him to rest on as they kissed. With Kurt's arms released, they didn't push or punch or beat Karofsky.

They instead went up and down his chest, finally hooking over the bigger boy's neck to cement their kiss. Karofsky couldn't believe it, his own kissing becoming more intense as he rubbed his cock against his companion's. There was a sudden moan from Kurt's mouth, something so cute and delicious that hearing it reminded him of a girl's. But it was different; deeper, more solid sounding. There was no noticeable pitch and when that moan was followed with a breathy sigh, Karofsky just about lost it. His thumbs hooked into Kurt's snug skinny jeans at the hip, playing with the waist.

"Why do you have to wear such tight ass jeans," Dave growled, kissing Kurt on the lips. "They fucking drive me crazy." He moved down, kissing and tasting his way to Kurt's crotch.

Kurt only exhaled as a response, trying to catch his own breath. He blinked, trying to get his bearings. What just happened?

Then he felt his pants being forcefully pulled off. He tried sitting up but it was too late - his pants were at his ankles, his shame entirely exposed for Karofsky to see and exploit. Kurt didn't feel any outrage in him left; he only felt full on arousal that needed to be given attention to. He saw the way Karofsky was looking at it and waited for him to touch it, to take away the feeling and give him the release just so he could get it over with. Seconds went by and he was beginning to become not just cold but disappointed as well. His hands tentatively went to his groin only to be slapped away by Dave who put a hand selfishly on it. It was a tense moment that went by as their eyes met in a clash of wills.

Dave licked his lips, considering the boy's punishment. Even now when all he wanted to do was to take him, he had to remind Hummel just who was in command of who. His dismissal wasn't just embarrassing; it chafed him in a way that he wanted rectified. Physical humiliation wouldn't be enough for Hummel - he would have to agree to whatever Dave said he was. This gave him an idea. "I want you to say it."

"S-say what?"

"Tell me what a..." he searched for the word, an unfriendly smile coming onto his lips, "...slut you are."

Kurt's eyes went wide with horror. "No!" His outrage was coming back with a vengeance as he struggled out of Karofsky's grip with no luck.

His bully was giving feather touches to his cock, fingers massaging it slowly up and down. Kurt's eyes nearly went into the back of his head. Oooh yes... (oooh no.)

Then the hand paused at the tip, rubbing thoughtfully. "Say you're a cocktease, Hummel."

Don't do it, Kurt said to himself. Don't say it, he thought as those expert fingers wore down him in a different way than violence and threats could achieve. He was breathing harder than before and he licked his lips. "I'm a-" he shut his eyes, ashamed. "I'm a cocktease."

His reward was Karofsky's strong but gentle grip around his member, stroking him in a tantalizingly cruel way. But his bully wasn't done yet. "...Say what a whore you are."

He could feel the tears begin to collect in his eyes and when he opened them to look at Karofsky who was staring at his face, a teardrop rolled down his cheek. "I'm a whore," he whispered, the coiled pressure in him building as Karofsky increased his tempo. The shame built up in him as well as he unabashedly welcomed the advances. Dave stuck out his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, loving the look of pure degradation on Hummel's face. Something so pretty being tarnished brought chills to him and he put a hand on his manhood, his eyes never leaving Kurt's.

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

It was the way that he worded it, his eyes never blinking or wavering from his own as if to say to Kurt, "I'm not shying away from this and neither are you" that really turned him on. He knew it shouldn't but it did; it really, really did. What did he want? He wanted to get away, didn't he? He nibbled on his lips, taking in all of the sensations that Karofsky was giving him. No, that wasn't it... what he wanted was to come so badly. "I-I.. need..." he closed his eyes and gulped, whispering, "to come..."

"How?"

Kurt was at a loss - ANY way would've been fine with him, as long as it got the job done. "I-I-"

"You want your cock sucked don't you, you little slut - don't you?"

If Kurt's eyes got any bigger, his head would've been tagged an accessory. Karofsky didn't just say that... did he? "W-what?"

"Does the slut want her cock sucked?"

Maybe it was the way he said it, leaning in with his lips and his eyes all over Kurt... or maybe it was the dirty words, words he'd never been exposed to in this sense, but his hips jerked up and he grabbed Karofsky's shoulders. "Suck it," he said in a low tone, panting.

"Unh-unh," Karofsky shook his head and Kurt grew desperate as those fingers swiveled around his cock. "That's not how you ask. Do it again... nicely." He loves this. He enjoys seeing me degraded and be debased, he realized, the tears coming down his cheek. Kurt wished he could fight it but his lust had overtaken his pride that was breaking in half for Dave Karofsky. If he didn't say anything, this feeling would go away and what awful things did Karofsky have in store for him then where no one could hear him scream? He decided not to take a chance.

"Please suck my..." Kurt looked away, his breath hitched on a sob. "my... my c-cock."

Karofsky leaned his face down, his hot breath on Kurt's exquisitely pale and hard member. Feeling the sensation, Kurt's eyes shut and he lifted his hips to get closer on instinct. Karofsky's hands gently pushed him down, breathing on Kurt's erection, teasing him to madness. So close, so far away. "Now tell me who's slut you are."

There was a silence as Kurt fought with himself. He'd given in before but this was asking too much; to label himself as Karofsky's possession even in the heat of the moment was admitting something that he'd battled from the start. He didn't know that something was power and that even his denial was driving him closer and closer to giving it up to Karofsky. Karofsky owned him sexually - he just didn't want to acknowledge it. Those hands torturing him, hurting him in the best way possible - oh it was too much to endure, especially for someone so young. It was not a fair fight.

"Yours."

"What was that?"

Kurt let out a heavy exhale, hands digging into Karofsky's shoulders. He wanted to cause him some pain. "I'm your slut."

Karofsky's lips were on him the instant he said it, first teasingly kissing it and then tentative (turned enthusiastic) licks. Kurt's eyes shut as he savored this sordid moment, guiltily enjoying the pleasure brought to him from the one who inspired so much pain. "Oh my god," Kurt mouthed, biting his lip. His eyes went wide open as his body went crazy; he'd never felt anything like this before. It was-it was-

Oooohhhh.

No words. No words could capture what this was for him.

All that mattered was that it didn't stop. He looked down at the boy bobbing on his member and felt himself go harder. The visual was making him feel like steel that was only being strengthened by the soft wetness of Karofsky's mouth. Oh sweet Prada, Kurt thought, his tongue coming out wantonly as if to kiss an invisible lover. He didn't want it to feel this good, not from Karofsky. Even as he thought that, he didn't want him to stop. Anything but that. "Yes, god, please, don't stop. Don't stop, don't stop," Kurt said as he began to move his hips up and down.

Dave's hand wandered up to rest possessively on Kurt's flat and toned belly, stroking it as he went up and down. His tongue went up the length and he swallowed the head. Dave felt crazy; this was supposed to be the most disgusting part about the ordeal - having another guy's dick in your mouth. And yet, he loved it. How it felt in his mouth, the shape, the taste; he even loved the way he could feel it move and pulsate in him. And he especially loved how it drove Kurt over the edge. The more he sucked, the more he tried to fit more in his mouth until he had it about all in him. And that caused more moans from Kurt. He felt the boy's hands in Dave's hair, pulling, tugging, petting his face, and even at one point, pushing down on his head. The strangest thing was that he didn't mind it at all.

Kurt was more conflicted on the matter.

He hated it.

He loved it.

He loved the moment those lips were wrapped around something only he touched until two days ago.

He hated that something in him broke down the line.

He loved that he was bucking his hips to make the sensation deeper and more intense.

He hated that Karofsky met these thrusts with equal, if not more, vigor.

He loved that while he was crying, he couldn't remember feeling more alive, more free when he couldn't have felt more trapped.

He hated that Karofsky's hair wasn't the sharp bed of knives he expected it to be; it was soft, like his own, but the added sweat and musk made it a little wet and he grabbed it, wanting to cause pain in Karofsky. He wanted to make him as bald and fat as he once taunted to his face. But instead his grip was loose like a flea attached to a follicle - only going up and down with the ride.

Most of all, he hated how he was moaning, sounding exactly like the things Karofsky accused him of being: slut. whore. cocktease. (His slut. His whore. His cocktease, his mind whispered hotly with each of Karofsky's swallows and gulps.)

He hated that it didn't bother him at the moment.

All that really mattered was his dick in this supposedly straight boy's mouth and how it was getting him closer and closer to coming.

Karofsky, on the other hand, couldn't have been more pleased with himself. Kurt was not only reacting the way he knew would react, he was loving it too. Let's see him try to cry rape on this one, he thought as he brought his lips round the head and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bit causing a sharp gasp from Kurt. He sucked on it a little harder which led to Kurt to tangle his fingers in his hair, making a fist. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," the smaller boy repeated as he bit his lip. "Oh fuck-"

Karofsky sensed this was it - he was making Kurt Hummel, his little ice queen, orgasm. A part of him didn't know what he was going to do when that moment did indeed, come. Swallow or spit? What was more gay?

Before he could make his mind on what would make him more queer, Kurt's grip on Dave's hair tightened and he let out a long high-pitched moan as his come split out of him. Dave flinched expecting the taste to be akin to acid but it was salty and a little sweet... it was almost like the taste he got from licking his skin. He cautiously swallowed, his eyelids shutting as he soon became an enthusiastic cleaner for Kurt's member. Even when all evidence was licked away, Dave couldn't pry himself off the organ. Kurt lay on the ground, still recovering from the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt. A part of him thought this was the perfect moment to shove Karofsky away... and then another part was curious to whether or not he could get hard so quickly after that particularly sadistic experience. He soon got his answer.

Dave lazily sucked on Kurt's manhood, tongue trailing down to the sac. Upon seeing and hearing Kurt's delighted reaction Karofsky went further, inspired and encouraged by the sighs of frustration and the constant wiggling of Kurt's hips. The further down he went, the louder the squeals became. Dave become drunk on the power to at will cause this sort of effect in Kurt. For someone who hated him, he was sure acting like he loved whatever he was doing. Little slut, Dave thought with humor, a grin spreading on his face as he tentatively sucked, aware of the sensitivity of the area.

Just the action alone brought Kurt to sit up and grab Karofsky's head, pressing it hard against the spot. "YES! Oh god yessss like that-" he raised his hips to Dave's mouth. "Just like that!"

Well. It seems the boy likes it.

Dave raised his head up, panting for air. Jesus Christ, Kurt was strong. He rubbed his hand over Kurt's smooth thigh, marveling at the muscle that spasmed underneath it. Though he dressed and acted like a girl, his body was far from it. So toned, so lean and thin... so undeniably hot. Hot for him (and only him) - Dave Karofsky. A wolfish grin spread on his lips as he leaned forward to catch Kurt's lips in the act of moaning, letting his tongue wander in. He was rewarded with a lick back as Kurt's hands tugged and pulled at his hair. Between kisses, he whispered into Kurt's mouth how beautiful he was, how sexy and hot he made him, how much he wanted to touch him and fuck him til it hurt all over. All Kurt would give back were moans.

Dave's lips went to Kurt's ear, not minding the sudden yell and the way Kurt's nails dug into his back. If anything, this pain felt good. He sucked on the lobe, chewing on it lightly, and tickled the underside of the ear with his tongue. Kurt writhed underneath him, his hands going everywhere. "Oh my god, yes! Oh god, Karofsky - fuck yes, fuck yes! Oohh-" Kurt's lips were on Dave's neck, sucking and biting with even more passion than the last night they were together. Only this time Kurt was definitely sober... and he'd definitely remember everything.

"Oh god, baby." Dave sighed into the boy's neck as he nuzzled it, enjoying the attention. He kissed it softly as Kurt bit and pulled at his skin. Those butterfly kisses trailed up to his chin and then on Kurt's cheeks and lips. "Why do you-" Kiss. "Have to be-" Kiss. "So fucking hot?"

Kurt looked into Dave's eyes as his hands wandered down to Dave's member, touching it tentatively. "I could ask the same for you," he breathed back, earning him a hard kiss in return. He heard and felt the vibration of Dave's moan as he gripped the other boy's cock, touching it delicately. What did he know about this stuff except what he did to himself? His hands cupped around the organ, going up and down, moving the skin with them. Dave pulled on Kurt's bottom lip with his teeth, his tongue licking it.

"I want you so bad, Kurt," he hissed as he went into the crook of boy's neck. His hand was on Kurt's as he pressed it into his groin. Then he pulled it away, holding both Kurt's hands above the boy's head as he leaned down to rub his cock against his. He spat on the organ, which made Kurt look away in momentary shame. Then the magic started to happen as the friction between them grew more and more. It turned Kurt on to hear the other boy's grunts in his ear. To feel his weight crushing him. To feel their genitals stick together in sex that he never thought was possible. His eyelids fluttered and he tried to move his hands but Dave kept them gripped tight above his head. He wasn't going to let him move or be free; he was Dave's prisoner in more ways than one.

And that thought about sent him over the edge. His moans grew more urgent as Dave's grunts grew more frequent.

"Yeah, baby," Dave mumbled into the boy's ear. "Just like that. Oh god, yeah, just like that. Oh-oh-" he tensed, digging his pubic bone into Kurt's body. "I love y-" he caught himself by burying his face in Kurt's neck as he came. Kurt convulsed, letting out a sharp cry as he came too. A minute went by and they were still panting. Dave finally lifted himself off Kurt and rolled over, a hand running through his hair.

Both were silent.

Did that really just happen?

Kurt looked down, suddenly disgusted with the whole ordeal. There was a sticky wetness on his belly like there was that morning and it made him feel sick. How could he- how could he just do this to him and get away with it? He turned to Karofsky, hating him as much as he hated himself for not fighting. For giving in. For letting himself say all those awful things Dave made him say. He was no one's slut - no one's whore. He was Kurt Hummel, not to be pushed around by some country doughboy in the closet.

He grabbed Karofsky's discarded sweatshirt and wiped the come off his belly, sneering as he did so. Absolutely filthy, he thought. Rolling around in the dirt like animals. He looked at his shirt and saw that it was ripped. Great. Fucking great. A Karoni original. Wasted. Fucking wonderful. He looked over his shoulder to give a dirty look to Karofsky who was watching him carefully.

"Thanks for the wonderful evening out," Kurt spat, throwing the soiled sweatshirt at him.

Dave's eyes narrowed, not loving Kurt's tone. "No problem," he spat back. "Do you always give it up this easily or do you have a fag crush on me after all?"

Oh no he didn't.

He didn't just say that.

Kurt pulled up his pants in a fury, nearly ripping them in half in the process. "FUCK YOU!" He got up, shaking with anger.

"You did."

"I MEAN IT, KAROFSKY! I am DONE. I am done with this bullshit act of yours. First you terrify me - then you get me drunk! Then you rape me, and then you did it again! What the fuck is the matter with you?"

Dave bristled. "Didn't you like it?"

"How could I ever like someone who has to force their unpleasantness on someone else? How could I ever like a abhorrent rapist?"

Dave got up, shaking with anger. "What did you say?"

"I said you're a rap-"

"The fuck I am!"

"You raped me, genius - that makes you a rapist."

Dave looked at Kurt like he had grown two heads. Then he snapped into action. "Well, let me ask you a question, smarty pants - if you were all traumatized and raped, why were you out on a date with that gay tool! Huh?" David looked very pleased with himself as he saw Kurt blush and become flustered.

"None of your business, that's why!"

"AHA! You're a faker-"

"I am not a faker-"

"You so are!" Dave pointed a finger at Kurt's chest. Kurt looked at the offending appendage and then back at Dave, stepping closer to him. "You just don't want to admit what a fucking slut you are!"

"Not-"

Dave yelled in his face, preventing him from getting a word in. "FAKE! SLUT! FAKE!"

"At least someone actually wants to go out with me! I don't have to hold them hostage to get some!"

Dave was silent. Then he stepped forward until he was centimeters away Kurt's face, still staring into his eyes. "Take that back."

"No." His voice slightly wavered.

"Take it back, I said."

"No. I won't. Not ever."

Dave grabbed the torn part of Kurt's shirt, making a fist with it. In the back of Kurt's mind, he winced at the wrinkles it would make. "I said, take it back, Hummel."

"Why would I ever take back something that's true?"

There was silence as Dave lifted his fist in the air and Kurt closed his eyes.

Seconds went by.

Nothing happened.

Dave let go of Kurt and then went to his sweatshirt, picking it up, and walked away. Kurt opened his eyes and looked after him. "Where are you going?"

"Home," Dave said, not bothering to look back.


The ride back was tense, both boys in their own minds. Karofsky didn't touch Kurt this time and instead looked out the window as they drove back to Lima.

Dave tapped his fingers against the armrest, watching the cornfields for entertainment. He couldn't believe what a shitty ending this night was turning out to be. To think he missed curfew for this bullshit. Though, he thought, looking over Kurt out of the corner of his eye... he supposed it was worth it to feel that hot, randy body against his one last time.

One last time.

Yeah.

No more after this, he thought, angry with himself for giving into his... urges. No more Kurt Hummel invading his thoughts. No more touching him. Hell, no more even thinking about Kurt Hummel. And no more of this gay shit. He was a man; it was time he started acting like one.

And where did Kurt fucking Hummel get off accusing him off rape? ...Again?

Okay, number one - Dave made sure to get his consent this time. Number two, well, there was no real other point to make now that he thought of it. His first words after sex was "thanks for the wonderful night out". It would've been a dream come true if not for Kurt's bitchy ass tone that was attached to it. Dave sneered, mocking it in his head: "I'm Kurt. I'm a slutty gay whore who likes to fuck with guy's minds. ESPECIALLY DAVE'S."

"Stupid," he mumbled under his breath, huffing as he crossed his arms across his chest.

What was going to happen now?

His eyes went on Kurt again who was driving without comment. It was total silence in the car that neither one wanted to break first (or at all). Was he going to tell? Was he going to definitely brag to all of his faggy girlfriends on the time of his life? "Dave Karofsky, he made me come - twice!" And then they would say, "You don't say!" "Mmm." "You lucky boy."

Then they'd all know. Then everyone would know. Then his father and mother would know.

And that left him paralyzed. He really fucked up this time. He fumbled with his hands, picking at his nails; it was a nervous gesture, his father once told him. A tic that comes out in times of great stress. It was an extraordinary tell, betraying his poker face entirely. Fuck, he thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He just had to go and be spontaneous. He had to see Kurt and just... lose control. He lost it. Even now, he wanted it again; more, and more, and more. When would it ever stop?

It was all his fault, he thought, glaring at Kurt, who was oblivious to Dave's train of thought. Ever since Kurt Hummel popped up in his life, he'd been getting more confused by the minute. Every time that boy was in his line of sight, everything else seemed to fade away. That scared him more than anything. Not being able to see clearly for once in his life frightened him. It troubled him that a part of him actually liked that, too.

Kurt, on the other hand, felt slimy and covered in grime. He needed another hot shower for the third time in the past 24 hours. It had to have been a record. No, maybe not a shower. Maybe a bath. A submersion into a jacuzzi of medical alcohol to fully detox and rid the last traces of David Karofsky from his body. At least he didn't actually put himself in Kurt's body. For some reason that made him shiver to think of Dave Karofsky's cock in-

"-TCH OUT!"

He blinked, looking at the hands gripping the steering wheel. "Jesus Christ, Hummel. You really do want to die, don't you?"

"What?"

"You did it again. You weren't watching the fucking road." Dave was watching it intently as a contrast, not even bothering to look at the driver. "Stupid," he said. "You could've really hurt yourself." Then he caught himself. "And me."

Kurt rolled his eyes, batting the boy away. "Whatever. I'm sure more harm would've come to you than to me," he said coolly, betraying his beating bunny heartbeat. When Karofsky leaned in, Kurt smelled that soap scent, feeling his groin tightened. Oh Gaga, he thought, his grip getting harder on the wheel. Don't tell me I'm actually attracted to this son of a bitch. He soothed himself by saying he wasn't and that it was just the effects of his innocence being taken away... Dave Karofsky was the lowest being on the face of the Earth as far as he was concerned.

"Are you listening?"

Kurt pursed his lips and didn't answer.

"I said, you better not tell anyone, Hummel."

"Yeah, like I'm gonna shout it from the rooftops, Karofsky: Yay! Look at me! I got deflowered by the dumbest jock at McKinley! And then he went back for seconds! Whoopee!" He scoffed. "Trust me, Karofsky. I'm never going to tell anyone. Ever. I'd rather die first."

Dave slouched in his seat, a bit put off by Kurt's remarks. He thought Kurt enjoyed himself tonight. Either he was playing hard to get or he was just that hard to read (and even harder to please.) Whatever, he thought. None of my business. Specially that I'm never, ever, ever going to go near that homo ever again. As they neared Main st., Dave saw that his was the only car still in the parking lot. So late at night, there was not another soul in the area. He sighed. He was really going to get ripped apart for being so late.

Kurt stopped the car and both waited in the cab portion of the SUV. Kurt waited for him to take his leave and then finally turned to look at him to get the message across.

Their eyes met.

Then those eyes went to their respective lips.

Kurt's tongue flicked out, licking his salty skin. It still tasted like Karofsky. It didn't bother him as much as it did a few minutes ago. But when Dave leaned in for a kiss, the spell was broken. Kurt thought, That's it, that takes the cake. Who does he think he is? Valentino? He wasn't going to let Dave think it was okay to treat him this way.

He turned his face letting Dave's lips brush against his cheek. They lingered there for a moment before he retreated back to his seat.

Karofsky stared at the dashboard, trying to contain his emotions. He wanted to make up for being an asshole and of course, leaned in for a kiss that he thought Kurt would reciprocate given the look he was giving him (Dave could recognize that look; he'd seen it on his own face when he thought of Kurt.)

But no.

He had to be all proud and gay and stupid like he usually was.

It was too fucking much. Hummel really knew how to ruin a fucking moment.

Kurt didn't know what to say and only gave a glance at the angry expression on Karofsky's face. Instead of holding out his fists or grabbing him, his bully simply kicked open the door and slammed it shut.

It was almost funny that it was that moment that stuck to Kurt out of the million encounters he's had with Karofsky. It almost felt like Karofsky was... heartbroken.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he started the engine of his car, shifting into drive as he realized how late it was... and that he missed ten calls from his father.

"Great," he muttered, disliking Dave Karofsky with a passion. "Just wonderful."

How on earth was he ever going to explain this to his father?

Little did he know that Karofsky was thinking the same thing as he sat in his car.


Soundtrack for the chapter I used to help me write: "These Things" by She Wants Revenge, "Poker Face" and "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga, "Walk Away" by Christina Aguilera, "Kiss with a Fist" by Florence + The Machine, and of course, "Control" by Puddle of Mudd.

Has anyone checked the archives lately? There's an outbreak of Kurtofsky smut! My dream is coming true! *shakes random person* KAROMMEL SMUT FOR EVVVERYONE!

On a lighter note, this chapter was harder than I thought to write. Really violent and dark but at the same time, super smutsville. Haha - whoo! But at least it came out great (right? ._.) "Furt" did end up distracting me a bit but in a good/bad way. I got way into Glee more than I have before to the point of following several Glee specific tumblrs and even went a bit ballistic on my twitter for a while there, fangirling major on Karofsky/Max Adler (oh god the embarrassment I feel for myself). And then I'm going through weird issues at home so it was a lot for me to force myself to sit down and write. But I did it. Proud!

(Did anyone else get shivers when Karofsky looked at Kurt and took the wedding topper? And when he was like "omg my heart is broken k tnx" when he got expelled? HOT.)

On a side note: Kate Nash's "Nicest Thing" reminds me of what I feel Karofsky feels for Kurt. Also, watched Milk. Crazy ass movie; I couldn't help but notice how Dan White eerily was like Ghost of Christmas Future for Dave Karofsky. Talk about creepy.

Thanks for supporting this story, guys. Really means a lot. A lot.

Be ready for a drama-heavy chapter next. We finally meet Dave's dad and it'll be my in-depth impression of what occurred in "Furt" which I'm still considering writing into the events even though this is plainly an Alternate Universe fic. We'll seeeeee.