Chapter 21- Moist Towelette

What if Burt didn't enter the basement in 'Theatricality' and Finn continued to insult Kurt and his stuff? Kurt teaches him that nobody truly does push the Hummels around.

I would say that this one would be Rated M for heavy topics. Maybe idk I'm wary.

Hate speech, but only taken verbatim from 1x20- Theatricality. Plus, OOC Finn, kinda.

Also warning for some heavy stuff ahead. Read at your own leisure.


Kurt just stood there in his own basement, watching his first love rip apart his entire personality, homophobic slurs pouring from his mouth like acid, corrosive and burning through Kurt's heart.

"…this faggy lamp! And then we need to get rid of this faggy couch cover!" Finn threw the cover across the room.

Kurt steeled himself before unleashing a scream so loud and hoarse that it ripped his throat apart. Maybe it sounded maniacal, he didn't care. He needed to make his point.

"Are you going to actually communicate or just continue to desecrate the bedroom that I've spend the last few days fixing up? I get that you hate it and it's too gay for you but at least talk to me about it."

Finn panted due to his rage and threw his hands up. "What more is there to say?"

Kurt calmed slightly. "Okay, Finn, it's common knowledge that I have…feelings for you. Feelings which you were perfectly okay to take advantage of whenever you needed me. Rachel had Jesse and you aren't speaking to Puck. You need someone to vent to about Quinn, so the onus falls on me, correct?

"You knew all along but you feigned ignorance until the very last moment, now, when you decided to use that word in the one place where I'm supposed to feel safe!"

Finn shook his head. "Don't play the vulnerable card! You're more than capable of handling a few words!"

Kurt laughed. Like, actually laughed. A searing cackle which actually scared Finn somewhat. "Are you serious? If I reacted to the jocks in accordance to how I actually feel, I'd have been treated even worse than ever. Would you like to know the reality to sooth your ignorance?"

Finn shuffled, realising that he had no point in this.

"Every single word hurts, Finn. To the point where I don't know if it's just easier to give up altogether! To stop kidding myself into thinking that I'll ever be happy because god forbid I go a day without something telling me how disgusting I am or that I should have been aborted by my late mother because it would have saved everyone the displeasure of having to be around me!

"Every single locker shove bruises me. Every dumpster dive causes orthopaedic problems. My weekly dry cleaning bill is triple the amount is usually is because of slushies. Do you know how many therapy hours I've had since starting high school. And not just with Miss Pillsbury? With an actual $150 an hour therapist? More than I care to admit. So, to you, I can handle a few words because it saves me from being tortured more than I already am. On the inside, it hurts."

"Dude, I—."

"No!" Kurt snapped. "You do not get to speak right now! And don't call me 'dude'. The reality is that you need to think about how people feel. You do not get to be the poor straight boy who was victim to a predatory gay because you're not. And I am not predatory. Sure, I've looked at you from afar with lust in my eyes, but haven't you done that to Quinn, Rachel and Santana? You seriously think that I'm going to molest you if you walk into the room naked?"

Silence.

"Answer me."

Finn stumbled out of his daze, blinking rapidly. "What else am I supposed to think?"

"That I'm enough of a person to not. That's rape, Finn. You think that I have it in me to rape you?"

"Now that you put it that way…"

"Exactly. I'm glad you think that I'm not a total monster. And, for the record, if you were to walk in here without any clothes in, I would probably recoil and cover my eyes. Not because the sight would be horrible, but because I'm not ready for any of that. Even if you were gay and into me, I would not do any of that stuff with you. Because I'm not ready. So, if it makes you feel better, continue to wear your underwear in the shower."

Finn looked awkwardly at the floor.

"Just tell me one thing? If your mother had married Santana's father and you moved in with her. Would you put your underwear on in the shower?"

"No."

"Because you wouldn't want her to see you naked?"

"Yeah."

"So not because you think she would want to take advantage of you?"

"No, Santana wouldn't do that."

"But I would?"

No response.

"I see. Well, I'll trash all of this stuff tomorrow. I'm too tired to do it today. You can have the room. There's a couch in the study. I'll stay there."

"Kurt, you don't have to—."

"Oh, but apparently I do. Because if I continue to live in my own room, I get accused of having all the credentials of a rapist. I'll just grab my Gaga outfit and be on my way. I can share my dad's bathroom."

Kurt swept out of the room, leaving Finn to stand there thinking about what had just happened and how he could make it right.