Warnings for child abuse, sexual abuse and rape. Non descriptive but implied. If triggering don't read.
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They sat in silence for a little while. After Blaine had stopped crying. Kurt wasn't able to touch him to comfort him, so Blaine had to calm down himself.
Kurt wished he could take his hand, or even hug him but he couldn't bring himself too.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked quietly and Blaine looked to him in shock.
"I should be the one asking you that." he replied and Kurt shook his head.
"I'm okay, Blaine. It was a long time ago."
"That's where all of your problems come from though, right?"
"Yes, most of them."
Another small silence reigned over them again. Blaine was fiddling with a bit of thread on the bottom of his shirt and Kurt was watching him. Neither of them had any idea how to make this situation any better. But then Blaine was probably thinking it was a small victory if Kurt got to talk to him about things that haunted him.
"Will you tell me about it?" Blaine asked and Kurt furrowed his brow and frowned down at his feet.
"Erm...I don't know if I can," He started hesitantly, his heart thundering a little in his chest, "I want to, but I just-"
"If you think it will scare me off, it won't Kurt." Blaine said as he figured out what Kurt might have been terrified of, and Kurt looked at him with hopeful eyes, as Blaine smiled at him, "I like you, and I still want to get to know you."
Kurt returned the small smile. It was sad but it was there.
"Thank you. It's hard to go through it all."
"Take your time."
"I can't say his name...I never could after...afterwards...but I-"
"It's ok." Blaine said as the comforting calm tone came over his voice again and Kurt took a deep breath as he prepared the story in his head.
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Kurt was excited. His father was going away to Chicago to meet with some guys about the tyre shop. He was having financial trouble, but Kurt hadn't really paid much attention.
He just knew he was going to spend the week with his favourite Uncle. He wasn't really his uncle, he was a close friend of his father's, had been for years. His father Burt, and his mother Catherine, had known this man since high school, and he worked with Burt in the garage too.
He had always babysat for his parents, and Kurt had so much fun being around him. He loved him.
They played soccer when he was 4 and 5, he was taken to the park a lot of the time when he was between 6 and 8 years old. He always took him out for ice-cream too.
So this is why Kurt was so excited. He was excited to show his uncle his new clothes, as it was his birthday about a month ago, but he hadn't been around to show him. He had been ill.
Kurt had more fashion sense now, his jeans and shirts and vests were all top of the range in the kids wear department. He was looking forward to spending the time he cherished with a man he loved almost as much as his own father.
The front door of the house opened, and Kurt literally threw himself into his uncle's arms. He was picked up and spun around and a kiss landed on his forehead which made him giggle.
"Hey Uncle ..., do you like my clothes? I got them for my birthday!" He said as he was placed back down, and he did a little spin as the man chuckled down at him.
"Very nice, buddy, you look very smart."
His father and his uncle discussed things while Kurt went to put his bag of things in the spare room, where he had stayed before on some nights here.
"Kurt, I'm leaving, come give your old man a hug kid!" Burt called back up the stairs and Kurt placed his clothes on the bed with a smile before racing back down to jump into his father's arms.
"Are you sure it's ok for him to stay, I know how ill you've been." Burt asked the man, who gave him a kind but tired looking smile.
"We'll be ok, Burt, right Kurt?"
Kurt nodded his head with a excited grin as his father hugged him close and tight.
"You be good for ... yeah?" Burt told him in a kind but stern voice, and Kurt nodded again.
"I will daddy, I promise."
"Ok then," Burt nodded and then turned to head for the door, "i'll call every day to ask how things are going ok?"
"We'll be alright Burt."
His father waved goodbye to both of them as he made his way back down the path to his truck, blowing a kiss to Kurt on the way. Kurt blew one back before his father drove off, and then he turned to ... with a big smile.
"What shall we do first?" He asked with a bright grin and the man smiled back down at him.
"Why don't you go get washed up and we can put in a movie right now, and eat dinner on the couch." He said and Kurt turned to run back up the stairs quickly.
He always loved their movie nights. ... always sang along with the Disney songs, and Kurt loved that.
... bought them a pizza and when Kurt was finished and had come back down, he had the plates and the salad ready on the table and the big pizza box was open and inviting. Kurt grinned as he settled on the couch, his socked feet wriggling around as ... placed a dvd into the television and started a movie.
"I'm not sure if you've seen this one, Kurt," he said as he sat back down, "it's Finding Nemo."
"Oh my gosh! No I haven't seen it yet!"
As they settled in to watch the movie, ... reached over to run his fingers through Kurt's hair, causing Kurt to look up at him from biting into his pizza slice with a smile. He smiled back at him warmly before turning back to the movie.
After the movie was finished, ... decided he needed to go grocery shopping, so Kurt went to put his shoes and jacket on to wait by the door for him. Shopping had been fun, they raced around the aisles with Kurt in the cart, like they used to do, although Kurt was probably too big for it now, he enjoyed it.
They bought more snacks and ice-cream for later too, and then went back home.
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"It was a good day, I loved spending time with him," Kurt explained as Blaine sat anxiously listening, "I always did. Sometimes I even wished he was my real uncle...I really was too innocent for my own good."
"No-one would blame you for loving this guy, he was good to you before."
"yeah." Kurt sighed, and then with a frown he turned to Blaine, "I had no clue that he had anything like that in mind..."
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Kurt had never seen ... drink. But here he was sitting next to him on his third bottle of beer, and it made Kurt feel a little uncomfortable. But he accepted it, his father had beer sometimes and if Kurt was honest he hated the smell but if that's what adults did then he wouldn't complain.
But should ... really be drinking if he was ill.
His father had told him he was sick, but Kurt didn't understand what it was.
After the sixth bottle within an hour though, ... seemed different. he was looking at Kurt with a dark look, and Kurt was confused. Where were the warm brown eyes from before, he loved his uncle but this man in front of him now, getting drunk, was not the person he knew.
"You know, when I was 13, I tried my first beer," he said a little slurred, "did you know that?"
Kurt shook his head, mouth in a tight line.
"Have you tried it?"
He shook his head again, wrinkling his nose when the bottle was thrust at his face.
"Want to?"
"No, thank you." He said quietly and the man chuckled.
"I didn't think so," he said with a deep voice, and Kurt felt his stomach twist a little in fear, "you're a good kid. You know that right?"
Kurt nodded with a small smile.
"But all good kids have their bad sides," he slurred as he leaned into Kurt's space on the couch, and Kurt leaned away, "what's wrong? I thought you loved me Kurt?"
Kurt's eyebrows furrowed a little in concern and confusion, head tilted at his uncle. What was going on?
"You love me right?" The man said with a lighter tone of voice, sounding like he always did and Kurt nodded slowly, "that's it. I knew it."
The man hummed under his breath, raising a hand and placing it on Kurt's knee in a soft patting motion. The hand stayed there though, and then started moving around in small circles.
"You know, I always wanted a kid like you," he explained as Kurt became increasingly uncomfortable, but he had no reason to move himself away, "but before we could even start trying, she left me."
Kurt didn't say anything. He stiffened as the hand on his knee moved up his thigh a little.
"But then she was always a selfish bitch."
Kurt's eyebrows raised in shock. His uncle never uttered curse words in front of him. He was always so put together and decent and kind.
Maybe it was the beer.
"You would never hurt me like that would you Kurt?" he said as the hand slid higher on Kurt's thigh, and Kurt tried to move his leg away but the man gripped him a little harder, keeping his leg where it was, "hmmm, you wouldn't abandon me would you?"
"I-i think I'm going t-to go t-to b-bed now." Kurt stammered out quietly and tried to get up from the couch but the man quickly threw his empty beer bottle on the ground and then placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder, keeping him in place.
Kurt squirmed a little as he tried to get his uncle to let him go.
"What you don't want to sit with your Uncle ... anymore?" The man said in a strange voice, that made Kurt want to run, "don't be like her."
The man's hand on his shoulder moved to cup his face, and Kurt's terrified blue eyes refused to look into the dark ones in front of him. He hummed again as he moved a thumb over his cheek.
"You know you could have been a girl Kurt," he said and then leaned closer, "your skin is soft, and that voice could easily be mistaken for one."
"L-let m-me go...p-p-please."
"Aww, don't be frightened Kurt, this is all natural." he slurred into the side of Kurt's face, "I know you love me, and you may not know it yet, but you want this."
"N-no."
"Yes you do," he said as he placed a sloppy kiss against Kurt's cheek, his breath hot on Kurt's face, "look at that, my good boy keeping still for me."
Kurt squirmed to get away from the touch as the hand on his thigh slid up to the front of his pyjama bottoms.
Now Kurt was afraid, very afraid.
"You ever been kissed before Kurt? I mean the other kids at school play kissing games right?"
Kurt shook his head quickly, and reaching out with his hands to push him away but his wrists were grabbed roughly. Kurt was shaking now, what was happening?
"I'll do you a favour, if you return it," the man said in a whisper against his ear, that made Kurt's skin crawl a little, "I'll kiss you, to show what it's like, and then I want you to do something for me."
His face was held in place by a rough hand and as lips covered his own Kurt gave a small cry.
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Kurt's eyes closed at the memory of that kiss, and he inhaled a deep breath as he paused in his story.
He looked over at Blaine, who had his eyes cast down at his hands, a scowl of anger on his face.
"You had your first kiss stolen." Blaine said quietly, voice tight with anger at what happened, and Kurt shrugged with a frown of his own.
"I had a lot stolen from me that night."
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Kurt ran from his bedroom later that night, to empty his stomach into the toilet. He was trembling and had been crying for hours. He wanted his dad back, he wanted to be taken away.
Why did his uncle do that to him? Why would he hurt him?
His sobs only got louder the more he wretched into the toilet bowl in front of him, streams of tears running down his face to drop into the water as well.
He hurt all over.
His bottom area worst of all.
And he didn't understand what happened. Why had it happened? It had felt wrong and so painful.
He wanted his daddy.
He wanted to go home.
He cried himself into a restless sleep that night, huddled on the bathroom rug.