WARNING. WARNING. WARNING: This chapter gets really quite dark and may contain triggers for rape and verbal abuse. If you feel you can't read for triggers, that's perfectly fine and just read the next chapters. You've been warned.

Also, Finn isn't as dumb in my story. He's darker, more selfish, but he's wiser and a little more intelligent and knows more things than canonical Finn.

And from here on out, the rating is being changed to 'M' because everything's going to change in terms of themes. More swearing, darker aspects and maybe even some smut, I don't know yet.

Chapter 4- Seven Devils

I wake early Saturday morning, unable to sleep for long. Santana had spread herself across my bed like it's her own. I guess it is now…this is going to take some getting used to.

I sit at my vanity and check the time. 6:15AM. Fabulous. Just the early start I needed after a long, emotionally trying day like yesterday.

Hey life, give me a fucking break please. Sincerely, Kurt Hummel.

I hear some stirring upstairs on the main floor. No. Surely not. Burt Hummel is not awake before nine o'clock on a Saturday morning. Surely not. No way. That's not allowed to happen when I have important news that I need to gear myself up to telling him! Damn you, spaghetti monster in the sky! I mentally vow to wait until Santana wakes her fine ass up and then we'll go down together and let him know. She's already staying here, I know that, it's just whether Dad agrees. When I plead my case, he'll agree. His heart goes out to rejected homosexual teenagers. Once I say "That could've been me", he'll go right with it. I use scare tactics because I'm a feisty bitch.

Fifteen minutes later, the Latina taking up my bed stirs.

"Britt?" Santana groans sluggishly.

"I wish." I smile.

"Yeah, because you just wanna get on this." Wow, her recovery time is admirable.

"Sure, let's go with that."

"Bitch."

"You want some coffee?"

"That'd be nice, thank you." So polite Santana is going to take some getting used to. I almost expect her to snap some witty remark back at me, but it doesn't come. Why would it? We've made amends.

"Also, I was thinking we'd go upstairs and talk to my dad about the arrangements before we go and get your things."

"I dreamt about that, actually. We went and they had already thrown everything away and I had nothing and then you kicked me out and then I was starving on the street."

"Santana, that will never happen, I promise. We'll almost definitely fight a lot of the time about trivial things, but you'll always have a home here. As for your things, we'll get them. Don't worry. If they give you a time limit, I'll stall them. I'm pretty good at diversions. I'll just spill something or smash something."

"Is that before or after you rant at them about kicking me out? Yeah, I know what's going on in your mind, Kurtie."

"Please don't call me that." That hit a nerve. It was what my mother used to call me when she tucked me into bed or when I had a nightmare. To hear it from my (former) bully is gut-wrenching. She seems to get the message and nods her apology.

"Anyway, they won't take your rant too nicely, but I'm not going to stop from laying it onto them. Rainbow, you've got a backbone and I know you won't back down. I just don't have the energy to scream at them. Maybe later."

"Wow, Santana Lopez isn't going to scream at someone? Did hell finally freeze over? Did Noah turn gay? Did Finn learn to dance? Oh my, I wonder if Rachel Berry learned how to dress?" I giggle, loving how easy it is to banter with Santana.

"Calm down, Prancy Pony. I'm embracing my nice side for once. And the day that Rachel Berry learns to dress will be the day you get a girl pregnant whilst saying that you hate Madonna."

"And that day will never come. I'm glad that we've established that she'll never learn how to dress."

"Not even if we both teach her."

I laugh and shake my head.

We traipse upstairs, giggling like little children and, as I suspected minutes earlier, my dad's already up. He has already made a pot of coffee and is sitting at the island reading the day's newspaper.

"Dad?" I call to him. He turns to us and smiles. "This is Santana Lopez and, if it's fine with you, she'll be living with us from here on out."

"Can I ask why we have a new houseguest?" He smiles and I think he's already on board. Santana puts a hand up.

"I can explain that, Mr Hummel." Wow, so formal. My dad hates that.

"Okay, but call me Burt. I hate that "Mr" crap." Called it!

"Sure. Well…Burt, the first thing you should probably know is that I'm a lesbian. I'm sure of who I am and I'm not sorry for it."

"Great. It's good that you know who you are at a young age. I'm proud of you."

"What, that's it? No "it's not normal" and "you're living in sin" talk?"

"Santana, my son is the gayest man in all of America. I've come to learn a few things about being gay and let's just say I totally accept you for being honest with yourself."

"I must protest!" I am not the gayest man in America. Well, okay, maybe.

"Kurt, let's be real. Your favourite accessory is a tiara and you spend half your time watching Project Runway." My dad gets it spot on, as usual. Score one for Burt Hummel.

"Point taken. Go on, Santana."

"Okay. So I'm only here this morning because my parents didn't accept me and, well, they threw me out and told me only to come back to get my things and that I was going to hell."

"WHAT? They can't do that to their kid."

"I'm on it, Dad. No need to worry."

Dad looked more relaxed at the fact that I am going to deal with it. I know he would do something he'd regret in the future.

"So I'm going with Kurt today to get my things and then hopefully, you'll let me stay here. Kurt said it was fine, but I don't want to impose or push any boundaries."

"You're not. Santana, I'm angry as fuck about this and I'm not sorry. If Kurt would let me, I'd be over there in ten minutes giving them parenting lessons and shouting. Do you have any siblings?"

"Nope, only child. So you'd think they would appreciate me more, right?" She laughs shortly and realises nobody else is, so stops.

"As I was saying, you can stay. I'd encourage it, actually. You've always got a home with the Hummels."

"Thank you, Burt. That means more than you know."

"Thank you, Dad."

"But I do have one question, though."

"Shoot." I nod.

"Why haven't I seen you before? Kurt always has his Glee girls around for, what is it, "oatmeal facials" and marathons of Gossip Girl. What's your story?"

"I'm in Glee Club, but Kurt and I haven't really gotten along that well. I only came here because I didn't know where else to go and I knew that Kurt would understand what I was going through. I'll tell you straight up that I haven't been the nicest to your son, but I'm going to amend that. He's been lovely to me since I got here and I don't deserve it. I guess you two have that in common."

"It's nice to hear you being honest and I gotta say not many of Kurt's friends would be that straight with me. No pun intended."

We all chuckle before I interrupt.

"Well, we're going to get ready and go to Santana's house to get her things. Thanks, Daddy."

"Wait a minute, Kurt. I wanted to run this by you first and I guess now Santana since she lives here."

"Sure, Dad, what's up?"

"I've met someone."

My breath hitches in my throat and I'm suddenly seeing stars.

Three hours later

"Kurt, you haven't said anything since 11:00 when you asked if I wanted to borrow your eyeliner. Talk to me."

"I can't believe he's moving on from Mom." That's all I say. I haven't quite gotten over that fact just yet. And the 'who' of it all just makes it even worse.

"Let's break it down. Think about what your Dad said."

My mind goes back to that conversation.

FLASHBACK TO THREE HOURS EARLIER

"I've met someone."

"What? When? Why? Who?"

"Hang fire, Curious George. I know you're not the biggest fan of me moving on, but I think I'm finally ready to be happy. It's been nearly nine years, Kurt. I think I can finally do that now."

"Who is it?" I snap, being short when I don't mean to. I'll scold myself for that later, I just know it.

He sighs.

"Her name is Carole. Carole Hudson, her son Finn is in your Glee Club."

Carole. Hudson? No, no, no, life isn't that unfair. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU LAYING THE FUCK OFF, LIFE? THEN YOU GO AND DO THIS? NOT COOL, BITCH.

"No kidding." I roll my eyes.

"She says that you and Finn get on pretty well."

"Oh yeah. We're besties. Sincerely, I don't think I've ever been closer to anyone than Finn Hudson. Really great, just spectacular actually. I'm glad you're happy, Dad." That's all I can manage. I run out of the room before Dad and Santana see me crying. Predictably, Santana follows me and spins me around.

"Kurt? Oh my God, come here." She pulls me in for a surprise hug.

"No, Santana, I'm fine honestly, let's just get ready and get the hell out of here for a while. Come on, I have a skirt you can wear."

END OF FLASHBACK

"Kurt?"

"Why her?"

"Carole? I don't know, but why is that such a big thing?"

I sigh. I guess I need to tell her.

"Okay, I'm just gonna pull over because I might need a hug after this."

"God, Kurt, what is it? It's Finn isn't it?"

"You're damn right it is. Okay. Here's what happened."

FLASHBACK TO TWO MONTHS EARLIER

"Hey Finn, what's up?"

He looks at me noncommittally and nods.

"Bad day?"

"You have no idea."

"Want to share? I'm an excellent listener."

"Quinn's pregnant." He looks dark, angry.

I prevent my mouth from falling open in shock.

"How long?"

"A couple of weeks. But that's not even the worst part."

I click on to something and I think I know what's about to come.

"I'm not the father. She cheated on me with some bastard."

"How do you know?"

"We've never had sex, Kurt. She tried to trick me into thinking we did, but I'm not stupid. She just thinks I'm that dumb and that she can run circles around me well the joke's on her. She's knocked up and I'm single again."

"You-You broke up with her?" I've wanted this for a while, so why don't I feel happy?

"Don't try and act like you feel sad for me. You want me to be single, even if it means me being unhappy just so you can try and sneak your way into my pants because you have a gay thing for me. Remember, I'm not stupid. I know, it's obvious that you like me. You keep trying to flirt and the only reason you're even talking to me right now is because you think I'll fall for you or some shit like that. Isn't it?"

I don't answer him. It hurts too much that he's so accurate. Well, almost. I care about him and that's why I'm talking to him right now.

"ISN'T IT?" He roars, scaring me a little bit. I have half a mind to walk away, and that's what I do. Or at least try.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere. You wanted to flirt with me and spend time with me? Well that's what you're gonna do. I need to go to football practice and tell Coach I'm not coming today. You're coming with me."

He grabs my arm and drags me to the locker room. He kicks the door open and easily suppresses my struggles to escape. I really don't like where this is going, at all.

"Coach Tanaka? Coach?! Huh, I guess he's not here." If I weren't a performing arts kid, I'd have believed Finn's attempt at naivety. I know he's just feigning surprise and that Coach was never here in the first place. In fact, nobody is. On any other day, being alone in a locker room with Finn would've been my dream. Hell, it has been my dream once or four times. But not like this. No, this is different.

"Looks like we're alone, Kurt? This seem familiar, this situation? You jerked off over this before, you little faggot?" He demands. I haven't. Honestly. But he won't believe me anyway.

"No." I say, trying to find some assertion within my voice, but it's a timid squeal. Even I don't believe my own voice.

"I bet you have. You've pictured me naked and fucking you in your little virgin asshole. You get off over me touching you like this, don't you? Yeah, you love this. Well, why don't I make you enjoy it a little bit more, considering everybody else gets to be happy except for me, huh? How about that, faggot?"

The word makes me flinch, and I'm mentally screaming for somebody to come and help. Even someone like Karofsky or Santana would do right now.

"Don't think about running. You'll get what you deserve for creeping on me. You don't seem to understand that I like GIRLS, Kurt? You don't seem to get that. Well maybe you need to be taught that lesson. The hard way."

Next thing I know I'm being slammed against the lockers roughly and pinned there. Finn releases me but blocks me with his body. This should be a fantasy for me. But it's hell. I know what's coming and I can't even stop it. If I run, he'll catch me easily. If I scream, he'll hurt me even more. What do I do? Think Kurt, think. My mind is blank and all I can feel is fear coursing through my veins.

Finn's hands fiddle with his belt and suddenly he's half naked. He whips off his shirt and presses against me again.

"This what you wanted? You like seeing me naked, don't you? Little pervert. Get down."

He pushes me down and I'm faced with his cock. No, not like this.

"Finn, I don't want to, I don't please just stop and let me go!" I scream at him, hoping that he'll listen to reason.

"You don't want to? Of course you do. You love me, why wouldn't you want this?"

"STOP."

"I don't think so, Hummel." My name coming from his mouth makes me feel so dirty.

He forces my mouth onto his cock and pushes it all the way into my mouth so I can feel it hit the back of my throat. I try to gag but he holds me head so I can't move.

"TAKE IT YOU FAG."

He releases my mouth and I blink the tears away. I can't handle this.

He spins me around and shrugs my jeans down to my ankles. Smacking my butt forcefully, he spreads the cheeks and shoves his huge cock right in there. The tears are coming thick and fast now and I'm sobbing, screaming for him to stop. But he won't. Of course he won't.

I feel wrecked. Broken. Damaged. I can't help but feel every moment when he pulls out of me and redresses.

He shoves me down to the floor so I'm lying there, naked and abused.

"Hope you enjoyed that, fag. Now stay the fuck away from me."

I feel dirty and I know that I can't tell anybody or else he might do it again. And anyway, who would believe the token gay kid who's in love with him over the star quarterback and ex-boyfriend of the head, yet pregnant, cheerleader? Nobody, that's who.

I'm all alone in this.

END OF FLASHBACK.

I'm sobbing. Santana has her arms around my chest and my head is in her lap. I didn't expect to tell her at all, but I needed to get it out, especially with the recent news.

"The mother fucker raped you. That's why you've been weird around him in Glee."

I sniffle and eventually stop crying.

"I was so scared, Santana. I thought I was going to die. And all because Quinn slept with Noah."

"That stupid slut. Wait, Noah?"

"He's a changed guy, Santana. Ever since you slushed him, he's different."

"Hold it. Slushied him? I did no such thing." I can tell she's sincere.

"He said that you slushied him because of his poor credit score."

"I promise you, I didn't. Wait…hold up. Oh, never mind. I know why he's doing it."

"Spill the beans, Santana. After what I just told you, I think I'm owed some gossip."

"I'd love to, but I really can't. It's an elaborate surprise." She smirks. Oh god not more secrets.

"Anyway, let's get back onto the road."

"Yes, okay, but I'm driving. Your eyes are all red and puffy."

"Noted."

A while after we resume driving and Santana has expressed her rage about Finn, we arrive at her house.

"Kurt? We're here."

"Are you ready for this?"

"Honestly? No, how could I be? But I have to be. They don't want me here. I don't want to be there with them anymore than they want me living there." She spits.

She's brave. A lot braver than I am.

Author's Note: So I've changed things around. Getting Santana things will be Chapter 5 because I wanted to get this bit up tonight so I could redraft Chapter 5 tomorrow. I've finished my exams for the year so I'll have more time to write. I'm still in college, but I won't really need to study for anything, so I have tons of free time. What did you think? As always, leave a review and I'll post the next chapter when it's done. As you've probably learned, I have no schedule for updates, just when I get them posted and edited. So it's 1:57AM and I'm posting this. REVIEW.

Next chapter will be Santana getting her things and Kurt giving them a smackdown. Come back when it's next updated won't you? Mwah, love you all. xx