A.N: I can't believe it. I just don't want to believe it. It's the end you guys, not of this chapter, but of Glee. It's like my teenager years are flashing ahead of me, but I guess it's true when they say all good (and bad) things must come to an end. Thank you all for keeping up with me. We're in this together.

THANK YOU GLEE

A.N P.s: Congrads to Darren Criss on scoring a role as Hedwig on Broadway, you're in for good things, can't wait to see when I'm doing the same as you.

Warnings: Abusive Relationship, Almost a Guilt-Trip situation if you squint and tilt your head, small violent situations, and of course (duh) homosexuality.

~ This prompt/Kink is dedicated to DarkGreenForest4 with a prompting of Dark!Blaine, and possessive step-brother Blaine! I mashed these two together for you and added a Big!Cock and Bottoming From the Top kink too, on your other prompt, wayyyyy ahead of you ; )

On to the fic!

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Kurt sips at a glass of water, his pen poised to paper.

He peeks at the passed out form on his bed and breathes deep at the sight of a curly mop of hair above the blankets.

Kurt's writing a story.

Almost. Kurt's writing a wedding speech.

Wedding speeches are just two stories coming together to make a book.

That's the first line. The rest is a blur. Kurt tilts back in his computer chair and spins once. Slowly.

He stares out of the bedroom window, and like a magnetic pull his eyes drift to the form in his bed.

The chair is still. Kurt stands and pads quietly to the bedside.

He wishes he could write a better speech, he wishes his life made sense.

The bed sheets are white.

The hair peeking out is black.

His brother sleeps soundly in his bed.

Kurt wishes he could start the speech like that.

Dear esteemed and honoured guests, you all know Burt Hummel as a wonderful and loving man, a great father, and a former husband; but did you also know his new step-son-to-be sleeps in my bed?

His grandmother might faint.

The waiter serving expensive champagne pops the cork awkwardly because he's distracted and it flies head first into the cake.

Someone screams. His father drops a champagne flute to the ground and it smashes into sparkling glass on the tiles. Kurt continues reading because Blaine is silently watching him from across the room.

No, he's lying in Kurt's bed.

Blaine sleeps stark naked. That's a lie.

Kurt had sex with his new step-brother and they fell asleep naked.

Now Kurt is writing a wedding speech.

It's supposed to be a good speech. It needs a beginning, middle and an end.

Kurt meets Blaine at the beginning.

Blaine is tall, dark and handsome. Scratch that. Short, dark and handsome. Kurt looms over him a good couple feet, but that doesn't really matter by the end.

The boy standing in front of him is intimidating.

He has dark hair and even darker eyes, his face is lean and he smiles at Kurt like he knows a terrible secret.

Kurt pretends not to notice when Blaine starts checking him out.

Blaine doesn't care and his mother doesn't see it. His mother's name is Maria and she is beautiful. Kurt doesn't add that to the speech because Blaine gets vindictive. Hateful. Spiteful. Kurt writes.

Maria has black hair and eyes that sparkle when she smiles. She smiles a lot when she's around Burt. Kurt adds that in the second paragraph.

When Maria smiles, Kurt grins back; trying to ignore the way Blaine's dark gaze never leaves his body.

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They have dinner to celebrate the engagement the same night they all meet.

It was at Blaine's insistence and Kurt notices that none disagrees or backtalk's to the idea.

They find a small, classy diner. Back a couple streets and snuggled in-between a coffee shop and a small clothing store.

Burt sits beside Maria.

Blaine makes a show of sitting next to Kurt.

They're at a booth near the back, across from the bar and in a seemingly quiet corner. The spot is usually hard to get, but Burt slips the guy a $50 and they're sat within minutes of entry.

Their waiter is blue-eyed and just as tall as Kurt. He fills his uniform out nicely and smiles rows of perfect white teeth.

His name tag reads 'Trevor' in fine print, and there's a small ink blotch near the end that Kurt keeps picking at with his eyes. Trevor is backpacking to Europe, he tells everyone like they care; this is just a summer job for some extra cash.

Kurt tries to smile, but Blaine digs his fingernails into his thigh and rakes deep red lines into his legs. He does this for the rest of the night whenever Trevor manages to walk by.

When Kurt gets home, barely able to detach Blaine from his arm, he has to peel his pants off slowly because the blood has made them too sticky.

He pukes in the bathroom and sleeps into the next afternoon.

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Kurt is not a heavy sleeper.

Well, most of the times he is, but lately he can't be. Not with Blaine around.

He likes sleeping in, but he's not going to write that on his speech because then people would give him funny looks.

Kurt sleeps in boxers, because his heating is weird and he gets so hot his clothes end up on the ground anyway. He takes his pants off first, then his socks and his shirt in that order.

Kurt dreams deeply almost every night. Ever since Blaine and Maria moved in, he sleeps wide awake with his eyes shut tight.

Burt moves in all their items before six that same first night, so he's able to set up Blaine's room and Blaine won't have to share the bed with Kurt.

Blaine makes the fuss of a lifetime about this situation, Burt is adamant, Maria thoughtful. Kurt stays quiet and keeps his eyes on the ground every time Blaine looks over at him.

It's the next night. Right after the two new guests have moved in. Around two in the morning, Kurt deciphers. He's in his sleep-induce, boxers-only night.

The door creaks loudly and Kurt's at attention with his eyes closed. He assumes it's his dad, because Burt always does night routine check-ups.

The light from the hallway leaks into the room and whoever opens the door steps in.

Kurt's trains himself to breathe softly.

If he cracks his eyes the slightest bit, he can see a figure by his bedside.

Kurt keeps his eyes closed.

The figure is in socks and pads to the bedside quietly.

Kurt feels the sheets move and the figure lowers himself into bed with the slightest shifting of the mattress. Had Kurt been truly asleep he would jostle awake in alarm.

He stays perfectly motionless because it's Blaine, if the curls tickling his nose are any indication.

Blaine lies beside Kurt and sleeps.

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That's only the beginning. Kurt hates the beginning. It's slow and impractical, but it sets the plot, the mood; the tone.

The speech is coming along nicely. He dots i's and crosses t's and rips papers into shreds because he keeps mentioning Blaine too many times.

That's how it starts. It starts with Blaine.

It happens two more times.

Blaine happens.

He comes into Kurt room the second time, padding quietly, shutting the door gently behind him, curling against Kurt's seemingly sleeping body, rubbing his feet against Kurt's legs and falling asleep with his nose pressed to Kurt's neck.

Kurt stays wide awake.

He surmises that Blaine is scared of his new home, as most people get to be. He doesn't write that down, but he thinks back on it. Blaine coming in to cuddle like a small child after a nightmare. Nestled onto Kurt and breathing softly, moving the baby hairs on the back of Kurt's neck gently.

They sleep.

Blaine more so than Kurt.

The third time is where the plot begins to thicken.

Blaine comes in as usual. He pads over to Kurt and moves the covers and gets in and nestles against Kurt's body.

Kurt awaits the gentle rhythmic sounds of Blaine falling asleep, but Blaine stays awake.

He shuffles around a bit. He feels like he's trying to wake Kurt up, but then he stills and wraps an arm around Kurt's waist.

Kurt breathes in. Slow.

And then out again, in a movement of feigning sleep.

Blaine presses a harmless kiss to his neck, and then rests his hand too close to Kurt's privates, against the V forming above his boxers.

Kurt continues to breathe; Blaine keeps up his harmless moving around and falls asleep with his hand where Kurt wishes it wouldn't be.

That is the third night. It gets worse as Kurt sleeps.

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Blaine is not stable. Kurt scratches that out and replaces it quickly.

Blaine does not have stable relationships. He had two boyfriends. He explains this to Kurt over a plate of pancakes one Saturday morning.

His first boyfriend was too old for him, his mother admonishes. He was a gentleman, Blaine counters, especially during the day. Then he took Blaine home and fucked him into the sheets to the point Blaine couldn't walk. He laughs when Kurt blushes.

They fell apart because Blaine wanted more, but the man just wanted a good lay.

Blaine stabs angrily into his food and starts on boyfriend number two.

His name is Colin and he's a supermodel from Brazil.

They have no alone time and Blaine gets desperate for human contact. Kurt knows exactly what he means. They fall apart just as quickly.

Blaine finishes his story, and after licking the plate clean, smiles and inappropriately kisses Kurt on the mouth. He thanks Kurt for listening and laughs when the boy starts to splutter and wipe at his mouth.

Kurt doesn't feel surprised, just wishes their parents had been around to see it.

Blaine is getting worse with every passing moment.

Kurt's fears get answered on night number nine.

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It's snowing outside and it's beautiful. Kurt loves snow. Any excuse to wear scarves and drink hot drinks please him greatly, but thankfully, tonight is all about staying warm and snuggled up in his comforter with tea on his nightstand and the curtains pulled back in case he gets restless and wants to watch the white puffs fall to the ground.

He's almost asleep when Blaine enters.

He's instantly alert but continues to feign sleep.

Blaine arrives, padding softly as usual.

The dark-haired boy pulls back the sheets and rests beside Kurt. Blaine presses his lips against Kurt's neck and huffs out a small breath that tickles the nape of Kurt's neck.

He hides his shiver well.

Blaine smiles and gently runs his hand down Kurt's thigh, right at the front, making small, traceable patterns.

He rests his hand over Kurt's bulge and gives it a squeeze, as if testing the waters.

Kurt wants to roll over and scream. His new step-brother is molesting him. He stays quiet, and he regrets that. Blaine takes that as an invitation.

He pushes his hand down the front of Kurt's boxers and squeezes again. Blaine wraps his hand around Kurt's limp cock and begins to moan.

His groans are almost incomprehensible, except for the grunts of, "so big" and "fuck you'd make me feel it for a week," Blaine continues this for minutes, and then begins grinding.

He grinds hard and fast against Kurt's back, panting and jerking Kurt. Laying kisses on his neck, Blaine rests his chin on Kurt's shoulder and starts almost deliberately humping him. Hard and fast, he begins to move and lift Kurt off the bed.

Kurt tries to stay quiet, but he knows that Blaine is aware he's awake.

They move to a dance with no beat. Blaine thrusting hard into his back, Kurt trying not to scream as Blaine jerks him roughly.

Blaine comes with a muffled shout into the pillow, soaking Kurt's back and bottom with his cum, running his fingers through it eagerly.

Kurt comes too, trying to pretend he's still asleep induced. He doesn't want Blaine to know he's started crying, so he stays quiet as Blaine kisses the back of his neck.

He murmurs something again and then rests his head onto the pillow, sleep coming with minutes.

Kurt lies awake, crying for the rest of the night.

Snow falls slowly, pure and innocent.

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Blaine is possessive after that night. He's always been possessive, but after night number nine, he won't let Kurt eat without him beside the taller boy.

The family takes a walk through the park. A passing cyclist waves at Kurt when they acknowledge each other. Blaine seethes and crushes Kurt's hand in his grip until Kurt is begging him in whispers to let go.

They stop for ice-cream; Kurt isn't allowed to eat his because the ice-cream man checks out his butt when they're walking away.

Kurt is no longer allowed to be with his friends. Mercedes and Tina have stopped calling. His study tutor can't come to the home anymore, something about his schedule.

Kurt knows Blaine threatened them.

Kurt cowers when Blaine's gaze lands on him.

Kurt doesn't sleep all week.

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Kurt is a smart boy.

He turns eighteen in less than four weeks and he gets his license in less than that. Blaine hides the keys to his navigator and Kurt screams at him.

He's nursing a black eye in the bathroom when Maria walks by.

She gives him a sympathetic look that tells Kurt she knows, but she can't do anything. None can ever do anything.

Blaine is never reckless.

He knows when to hurt Kurt when Burt isn't around. The man is a senator now; he stays away a lot of the time. Maria goes with him for support and photographs.

Blaine and Kurt are left alone every Tuesday and Sunday.

Kurt loses his virginity by force on a Sunday.

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Kurt had never hated Sundays before. Sure, church happened. And most good shopping places closed early, and his favourite bakery was closed that particular day, but Kurt never hated it. It was a day of the week. Not an object or a person.

Kurt slept easy on Sundays. That is…..he tried to.

Blaine lay on top of him, his breathing soft and shallow. Their legs intertwined the touching began. Kurt tuned it out for the most part, but then Blaine pulled the covers off.

The blankets pushed to the bottom of the bed, Blaine smiles and slides to Kurt's bottom half. He eagerly tugs down Kurt's boxers and out springs Kurt's cock like a Jack-in-a-Box.

Blaine licks his lips at the sight and gives the tip a swift kiss.

He moans at the sight of the cock bobbing, a small dab of pre-come starting to form. Of course Kurt can't control his erections, but damn, he's never tried to mind-will this one down so hard in his life. Blaine licks a long strip, wet with salvia up his shaft and smile up at Kurt's seemingly sleeping face when he's done.

After shimmying out of his own pajama pants, Blaine pops the cock into his mouth, lips stretched obscenely over the thickness of it.

Blaine closes his eyes when he moans. He starts a slow bobbing motion, trying hard to keep Kurt's large cock in his mouth as he works.

Kurt holds back his own sounds with a bite to his lip, Blaine making it harder and harder with every passing second.

If he opened his eyes, Kurt thinks in an instant, he would see Blaine working at his dick, slow and eager, drooling beautifully from the large cock, not fitting it all, but so desperate and eager to do so, he doesn't care that he looks a mess.

Blaine wraps his hand around the part he can't get. His eyes opening to look at Kurt's sleeping face.

Kurt tries not to breathe too harshly when Blaine starts speeding up.

His hand moves quickly, making up for what his mouth can't get, and Blaine is so obviously turned on by Kurt length and thickness if Blaine's moans are anything to go by.

He slowly works Kurt into frenzy, he licks and sucks, but pops off unexpectedly with each one, sometimes he plants a kiss to Kurt's cock, and sometimes he drools spit onto it to get in nice and slick for him, working it over with his hand and groaning every time he catches a drip of cum onto his fingers.

He's slickening Kurt up, that's for sure.

Kurt is well aware. Some part of him wants to jolt up and dash off screaming, another wants him to lie down and just take whatever he can get. The part of him filled with terror shoots up his spine and he can't move an inch when Blaine starts to babble.

"Fuck you're so big Kurt. I couldn't possibly take all this. Please, don't make. I can't, you're so fucking huge you'd tear me up and I wouldn't be able to walk" Blaine moans obscenely as he sucks at Kurt's head, "is that what you want big boy, to make sure none else can see me, lay me on your bed and make it so I couldn't even get up without you. Fuck."

'He's not stopping' Kurt thinks a little too late as Blaine tugs and moans and dry humps the bed as he literally worships Kurt's engorged cock. It's as long as Blaine makes it out to be, thick and quite large. Kurt's always been quiet about it, shy and reserved, he doesn't like to flaunt the fact.

Blaine makes it out to be the biggest deal he could ever figure it out.

Kurt wants this to stop. He's not sure of this fact.

He tests out Blaine's limits and makes a gesture of groaning and stretching and pretending to move over and tussle around.

Blaine grins and sucks harder, his hand working hard to bring Kurt to orgasm.

It's doing a good job.

Kurt can feel it coming, his thighs begin to clench, Blaine's mouth slowing down and his hand doing most of the work now. He pulls off with a small 'pop' and implores Kurt's face with his eyes. Kurt tries not to give anything away; he already knows Blaine's aware of his alertness.

His body begins to tense; his hips do a small stutter into Blaine's eager hand.

Blaine gives one more lick to the tip and watches with delight as Kurt's entire body arches, his cock releasing spurt after spurt of cum, in large quantities that have Blaine gasping with delight as they hit his face, his naked chest, his mouth opening eagerly to catch as much as he can before it's gone.

Kurt's shuddering through the aftershocks, he's moaning in delight, his toes curl and Blaine moves up to capture his mouth in a sweet kiss.

"Kurt" he whispers, his nose nuzzles at Kurt's hairline, a kiss planted to his forehead.

"I want you to fuck me Kurt"

Kurt's eyes open and he catches sight of Blaine rubbing at his hole. Pushing a finger around the rim and gasping quietly.

Blaine sees Kurt's surprised look at once and moves up to kiss him again. They kiss languidly for what Kurt deems hours, they're faces red and mouths wet and breathing harsh.

"I need you inside of me, fuck Kurt I need you tearing me up" Blaine groans again and nestles into Kurt's neck.

The unfamiliar ache is back, and Kurt lifts a hand lazily to run it through Blaine's curls.

Blaine caresses his face and gives Kurt an aching face that needs to be kissed off.

Blaine mouths hotly at Kurt's neck, his fingers never stop they're imploring of his own body. Kurt can feel Blaine moving and he gasps when Blaine grips onto Kurt's wet cock.

"I'm ready" Blaine mutters, he looks up at Kurt through his eyelashes and kisses the end of his nose.

Kurt doesn't want to believe his new brother is capable of this.

All thoughts fly out the window when Blaine hovers over Kurt's dick.

Blaine is positioning himself, biting his lip and taking time to catch eyes with Kurt and force him to watch his family member lower themselves over his aching member.

It's too hot. Blaine is tight and hot and wet, and Blaine Blaine Blaine. His brother. Kurt is fucking his own brother. He wants to scream and cry and throw items of value all over his room, but Blaine is sliding all the way down. A cry escapes his parted lips and he grasps onto Blaine's hips, digging his fingernails into the skin in a familiar way.

Blaine is moaning obscenely, his face is clenched in pain as he slides down, and Kurt had the uncanny urge to apologize, but Blain is raping him. He has to be. Kurt liked it for only mere moment's right? That's still rape, it has to be, because Kurt hates this, he hates, hates, hates, he groans.

Blaine is so tight. His body is so perfect; it takes Kurt's giant cock so well. Blaine just takes it.

Kurt feels his brain mush in his head; nothing matters anymore but the tight, wet heat of Blaine's body.

Blaine starts to pant loudly, he begins to twist his hips in a way that should be flat out illegal, but he does it anyway and Kurt loves it.

They're body's move of their own accord for a while, Blaine's riding him hard and Kurt is lying back and just letting him. Letting Blaine ride him as hard as he can and not doing anything, making no protest. It kills him, but Kurt is so far deep he doesn't know what else to do.

Blaine's mouth is an expert, but his hips and his ass have control Kurt's never seen before.

As Blaine bucks up and thrusts and moves, his cock blindly jerks and hits his stomach and Kurt has the out of character urge to lap at it.

None's out of character in this speech more than he is.

Kurt. Allowing Blaine to rape him, his own brother. He has nothing left to say, nothing to do, so he lays there and let's Blaine take him like he's trying to win a race.

Riding him as hard as he can, Blaine rests his hand onto Kurt's abdomen, holding himself upright as he rides, jumping up and down, thighs shaking form exertion.

They're half an hour in, both Blaine and Kurt together trying to keep an orgasm at bay, finally Blaine can't hold up anymore and he cums, hard.

He's screaming so loud Kurt thinks he'll wake up the entire neighbourhood, he finds he doesn't care, his own orgasm take first priority and he arches once more and fills Blaine up to the brim, spurt after spurt of hot seed flowing out of him and striking Blaine's walls messily,.

As Blaine comes down, the seed runs out of his abused hole and dribbles down his thigh and across Kurt's. Kurt lays passed out on the bed, Blaine joining him once the shocks of pleasure wear down. He kisses Kurt again, slow and sweet, runs his hands possessively down his chest and rests his head there straight after.

They sleep.

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It's the middle of the night and Kurt isn't tired.

Nor is he surprised.

He wakes to Blaine wrapped tight around him, breathing softly and sleeping like he hasn't slept in ages.

They're naked.

Blaine is Kurt's new brother and they're asleep, naked.

They just had sex.

Kurt was raped. He feels like crying, but he gets up instead.

He walks to the window and shoot s a glance to the bed just in time to catch Blaine moving around and snatching up Kurt's pillow to cling to.

Kurt goes to the bathroom and pours himself a glass of water; he downs it, pours another and makes his way back to the bedroom.

Blaine sleeps soundly.

He's exhausted. Kurt feels like vomiting.

He holds back and makes his way to his desk, sitting in his computer chair. He spins once. Slowly.

He looks at Blaine and imagines a different life with him, one where something like this has never happened, where he wishes he was happy.

Kurt always wishes.

Then he stops.

Kurt has a wedding speech to write.