Warning: This is the darkest chapter of the story...so far.
This chapter contains themes of sexual humiliation and brutality. If you feel you are unable to handle that...you probably shouldn't be in the M section.
Chapter 6:
The next day, Burt and Carole went back to the school to talk alone with Mrs. Smithson. Kurt went directly home, and just like he'd expected, Finn was waiting for him.
They went up to Finn's room, where Kurt immediately began undressing. Finn watched him closely. As he undid the buttons on his dress shirt, Finn surprised Kurt by speaking.
"Are you in trouble?" He asked, his eyebrows knitted together. Kurt stared at him, unsure he had heard him correctly.
"What do you mean?"
"Yesterday, my Mom and Burt went to your school. Are you in trouble? Don't stop undressing." He added, since Kurt had paused. He resumed his unbuttoning, while trying to answer Finn.
"I haven't been doing well in school. They're worried." He said quietly.
An odd expression came over Finn's face. "They're worried about you." He said blankly.
Kurt nodded, slipping his pants and underwear off together. He wrapped his arms around himself self consciously. "Apparently I haven't been myself lately." He said dryly.
"Oh." Finn said. He moved closer to Kurt and moved his arms to his side so he couldn't cover himself up. Kurt hated standing like this, naked and exposed. Finn knew that, which is why he made him do it.
Finn surveyed him, and Kurt assumed he was trying to decide what to do to him. Or what to have him do.
He felt his face grow hot, and he tried to cover himself back up with his arms, but Finn wouldn't let him.
Finn placed his hand on Kurt's stomach and Kurt whimpered. He hated it when he touched his stomach, it just seemed to reinforce how naked he felt. Finn whiped Kurt around suddenly, keeping his hand firmly on his stomach. His back was now pressed to Finn's front. Finn kissed the tip of his shoulder, lingering his mouth over it.
Kurt felt his heart beat quickly. This was different. Something was different, and he was afraid.
"Kurt, we're going to do something new today." Finn said quietly, continuing to caress his shoulder blade with his mouth. "I'm going to fuck you, hard. Do you understand."
That wasn't new. That's what always happened. Only the fact that they were talking about it was new. That, and Finn's soft caresses. That was new, and Kurt was scared.
"I said, do you understand?" Finn repeated, this time with more force. Kurt nodded.
Finn moved his mouth up to Kurt's neck, and Kurt could feel his hot breath as he spoke. "Tell me you understand."
"I-I understand." Kurt stuttered, his heart racing.
Finn kissed his neck, nuzzling it with his mouth. "Good. Theres more. I'm going to fuck you hard, and it's going to hurt. Ok?"
Kurt could feel tears coming to his eyes. "Ok..."
Finn moved his hand down his stomach now, and took Kurt in his hands. Kurt stiffened against him. "When I fuck you, and it hurts, you're not going to ask me to stop..."
"I-I-I" Kurt started, but was cut off by Finn tightening his grasp painfully.
"Did I tell you to speak? No. Now, you're not going to ask me to stop, but instead, you're going to beg me to fuck you even harder. Do you understand?"
Kurt nodded without thinking, and Finn tightened his grasp again.
"Tell me you understand." He breathed against his throat, sucking softly at the skin there.
Tears fell freely down his face now and he tried to gasp for enough breath to answer with. "I-I und-derst-t-tand." he choked out. He could feel Finn's lips form into a smile against his neck. He ran his tongue along Kurt's neck and Kurt shuttered.
"Good. Now, undress me." Finn said letting go of Kurt. Kurt's eyes widened in surprise. Finn had always undressed himself. "You heard me. Go."
Kurt slowly unbuttoned his flannel t shirt, exposing the skin underneath. His fingers were numb and stiff, and working the buttons took a while, but Finn seemed patient. Frighteningly patient.
With trembling fingers, he removed Finn's pants and underwear. Once he was done, Finn had him remove something from the pocket of his jeans. It was a small bottle of lubricant, and Kurt was instructed to apply it on him.
His fingers continued to tremble as he applied the lubricat on Finn's already sizeable erection. Finn stopped him quickly before he could use much lubrication, and took the bottle back. Then he turned it upside down, and emptied it over Kurt's body.
The lubricant dripped down his shoulders and back and Kurt shuddered at the feeling. It was cold and slimy, and he felt tears spring back to his eyes. Before he could ask Finn why he'd done it, Finn forced him up against the wall and with no warning, pushed his way inside him.
Kurt gritted his teeth at the initial discomfort, and tried to adjust to feeling of Finn inside of him. Finn kissed the back of his neck, grunting in his ear. "You ready?" He said.
Before Kurt could answer, Finn forced them both to the ground. He was now on his hands and knees on the carpet, and Finn gripped his hips behind him. When Finn moved back and then thrust himself forward again, Kurt cried out and tried to steady himself by placing one hand on the wall in front of him.
Finn continued with this level of forcefulness and Kurt bit down on his lip to keep from crying out again. As Finn rammed himself deeper and harder than he had ever been, it took every inch of his will power now to beg him to stop, please god just stop.
The pain was back, certainly, but he was too afraid and felt too slimy to even think about pleasure.
Finn jerked himself roughly up inside him, and Kurt couldn't hold back his cry. A gut wrenching scream escaped his lips, but Finn just tangled his fingers in his hair and yanked his head back. Kurt gasped in protest.
"Want me to stop?" Finn asked, grunting his words out. His voice was deep and malicious.
He did want him to stop. Very much so. But he remembered what they talked about. "No." Kurt gasped. "F-fuck me harder."
Finn slowed for a minute, moving his fingers gently through his hair. "Are you sure?" He asked softly.
Kurt was crying again. He hated himself, hated what he was doing. "Please Finn," he whimpered.
"Please what?" Finn asked in a thick voice.
"Please fuck me harder!" He cried. Finn complied, lifting Kurt up and twisting him around without ever leaving him. Kurt screamed, and tried to adjust to the new position. Finn gave him no time, moving faster and harder than ever.
Kurt screamed and cried more, and all the while still found himself begging Finn for more. What was wrong with him? Why did he do this?
But he knew why. The pleasure was back again, racking through his body just as the pain ripped through it.
He came with an awful shudder and at the same time, Finn left him, and released himself over Kurt's body. Kurt mewled pathetically, wiping tears and semen from his eyes as he fell back on the floor.
Finn did the same across from him, trying to catch his breath.
Finn breathed deeply and rubbed his temples. He reached over and picked up the pile of clothes that belonged to Kurt, throwing them at him before dropping his head back onto the floor.
"Now get the fuck out." He said plainly. Kurt picked up his clothes and left quietly.
He was sore, almost as sore as he'd been the first time. And he was sticky, covered with Finn and lubricant. Even if he had wanted to, he wouldn't have know the words to describe how awful and disgusting he felt then, quietly hugging his clothes to his grimy body as he stiffly made his way back to his room. He hoped there were no words for how he was feeling now. He didn't want it to be real, and if there was a word for it, then it would be real.
Not bothering to clean himself up, he walked into his room and collapsed into his bed. He wrapped himself in his blankets and lay underneath them, curled into the fetal position.
He didn't know the words for how he felt, but he did know that he hated himself; truly hated himself.
But he didn't hate Finn.
He cried to himself, sobbing into his pillow, and asked himself why.
Why.
A/N: Oh my god.