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Warning: Dub-con

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Blaine Anderson was having a pretty good day. He'd beat the crap out of a guy this morning who dared to call him a fag. The guy would be sucking his meals through a straw for a while after that ass whooping. He had almost kicked Hummel's butt, but the kid was so weak it was pathetic. There would be so little challenge, it wouldn't have been worth his time. If Hummel had shown any kind of backbone, Blaine would have either beat him up or tried to fuck him. Blaine liked pretty boys like him, but they had to have some sort of guts.

Wandering into the campus diner, he saw the pretty boy talking to that Jones chick he was always hanging out with. Blaine cracked his knuckles loudly and grinned when he saw Hummel look at him in fear. He liked people being afraid of him. Afraid of him or in awe of him. Either was fine.

Blaine knew he'd grown up spoiled. So his parents were rich, so what? Didn't mean it kept him from trouble. The Sadie Hawkins dance freshman year of high school proved that. It was after that gay bashing that he became determined to learn how to defend himself. He'd gotten his parents to fork over money for self-defense lessons and a trainer. He knew his dad had hoped the training would turn him straight, but no such luck. Now he was a gay guy who could kick someone's ass, not just fuck it.

Blaine sat alone and ate his lunch, going over his notes for his next class. He had two more finals and he'd be done for the summer. He knew he'd aced all of his other finals so far. That was another benefit to being a scrapper. Being smart could have brought bullying, but when the bullies were afraid of you, it didn't matter what your grade point average was.

Fighting had allowed him to become the person he wanted to be. Sure he had to brawl his way through it all, but now he could be himself. He was naturally smart and he loved to sing, and nobody could stop him. He was on the Dean's List and the lead soloist of the Warblers, the campus singing group.

The Warblers were an exclusive group, allowing auditions only by private invitation from a member. Blaine had to threaten a guy to get his invite, but once he got in, he'd made friends with his fellow singers. Now they had his protection. Nobody messed with his friends or they'd see the bruising side of his fists. Logically, he knew it shouldn't take him fighting to get through college and live the life he wanted to live, but the world didn't always see it like that.

Along with the boxing, fight club, and the Warblers, he kept busy. He usually saw his parents when school was on break, but this summer it would be just him. He needed to find out who else was going to be sticking around during break so they could make plans. Living off campus in an apartment, you'd think he'd want to throw parties, but his bad-assness only ran as deep as the fighting. He lived quietly and there was no way he would risk that. Nobody ever came to his apartment and he was going to keep it that way.

"Hey Anderson, you ready for tonight?" Brock, one of his friends from the fight club, asked, stopping at his table.

"Aren't I always? Is someone challenging me?" he replied. It was unusual for him to get challenges to fight anymore. He'd beaten everyone in the club, some more than once.

"Not that I've heard, but you never know," Brock grinned.

"One can hope," Blaine said, returning the smile.

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That night, Kurt was studying for his last final when David came over.

After kissing him, Kurt went and got him a beer from the fridge. He didn't drink, but David did and he'd learned to keep a couple beers stocked for him. He purposely didn't buy anything stronger since he knew he'd be the one dealing with the consequences of a drunk David.

Handing him the beer, Kurt sat next to him on the small loveseat he'd been able to fit in his dorm room. "How were your finals?" he asked quietly after allowing David to drain the beer half empty.

"I'm sure I did good enough to pass, but that's about it," David grumbled.

"Same here," Kurt said. He never shared his academic success with David as it would only trigger his anger. "Are you hungry? I ordered your favorite Chinese food."

"Of course I'm hungry. How long until it gets here?" David asked.

"Well, I just got off the phone when you got here, so probably another half hour," Kurt answered hesitantly.

"Good. Get your ass naked and on the bed, I know how I want to spend the next half hour," David said with a grin.

Kurt smiled and went directly to the bed and began stripping his clothes off. David watched him, finishing off his beer. Kurt tried to at least let his expression show that he wanted David, too, but the truth was, he didn't like sex. He never had. It was painful and he never got anything out of it, so he'd rather read a book or study. But David liked it, so he did it. David was his first and Kurt loved that he was able to share that gift with his boyfriend.

Long ago, he'd figured out that he needed to make the appropriate noises, or David would get pissed.

"You too good for my cock?" he would ask. "You are just lucky you're getting anything at all."

So Kurt would moan and groan and move his body around which seemed to drive David to finish quicker. The moments he did like were just after sex when David would hold him for a moment or two. He felt warm and small next to David's bulk. Inevitably, David would push him away and go into the shower saying he had to wash the stench of Kurt's cologne off. Kurt had stopped wearing cologne shortly after the first time they'd had sex, but David still said the same thing.

Kurt cried out when David entered him, just not in a pleasurable sense. So long ago, when his dad had given him the 'you matter' speech, he'd also given Kurt pamphlets on gay sex. As embarrassing as it was, Kurt had read the information. It had referred to one partner preparing the other partner for penetration, saying that it was very important for safety and pleasure. Kurt wondered if nobody but him read that kind of information because David certainly never prepared him. The one time Kurt had hesitantly brought it up after discovering he was bleeding after sex, David had blown his fuse.

"If you turned me on more, it wouldn't hurt as much. I need you tight just to keep my hard on," he'd said cruelly.

"Why do you stay with me then if I don't even turn you on?" Kurt had asked, needing to know.

David had glared at him before changing his expression to one of tender caring. "You know I love you, Kurt. I just like your ass extra tight is all."

Kurt had bought every word, so certain that David was telling him the truth.

David was through with him quickly, pulling out roughly and throwing the condom away before going and turning the TV on. Kurt was glad for the noise of the sports channel. It covered up his tears and small whimpers of pain. No matter how often they had sex, it never stopped hurting. His back would ache and his ass would burn for hours. Sitting afterward was torture so he always tried to recline on his side on the bed for a while if he could get away with it.

He wondered what it would be like if he could be different. If he was gorgeous and graceful, maybe someone would love him even more than David loved him. He felt ungrateful thinking about it, but he knew David thought he was unattractive. His little 'plain Jane'. What would making love be like then? As far as he was concerned, nothing he and David did could be considered making love.

He got off the bed and hobbled into the bathroom using wash cloths drenched in hot water to ease some of his pain.

Later, while they were eating Chinese, David brought up his plans to move to Philadelphia.

"We'll have to have Skype dates," Kurt said, smiling softly.

"Are you kidding me? Kurt, did you really think I was going to go off to Philly still dating you?" David asked incredulously. "You really are dense, aren't you? We are over as soon as I move."

Kurt's heart sank into his stomach. Who would love him with David gone? And why did he feel a small sense of elation at the thought?

"I, uh, sorry. I wasn't thinking, I was being selfish, I guess," Kurt mumbled.

"Damn right you were," David said before changing the subject. He brought up a party the seniors were having at one of the frat houses to celebrate graduation.

"May I come?" Kurt asked in a near whisper, already afraid of David's reaction.

"Are you fucking crazy? I've worked damn hard to keep people from knowing we're together," he began, his hazel green eyes glaring at him. He'd told Kurt in the beginning that he was keeping their relationship quiet so nobody would try to steal Kurt from him. "If you show up, I'll have to kick your ass."

"Alright. I just wanted to celebrate with you. I'm so proud of you," Kurt said, quickly backpedaling, hoping he could avoid getting hit for at least one night.

"Get me a beer," David said, ignoring his reply and concentrating on the TV.

Kurt went and got it, still walking awkwardly. He came back and just as he was about to hand the beer to David, a vicious cramp went from his ass all the way up his spine. Crying out, he dropped the beer, not realizing it had landed square in David's lap.

David gave a howl and stood up, grabbing Kurt's neck and shoving him back against the wall. "You trying to prove a point? Trying to get my attention, to tell me you're so damn proud? Well you have my attention now. In a minute you're going to wish you never had," he growled in Kurt's face.

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The next afternoon found Mercedes, Rachel, and Kurt at the mall. Kurt was out of concealer and with his brand new black eye, he was in desperate need of more. The girls hadn't said anything, just hugged him close and told him they loved him. He was so grateful for their presence in his life.

After leaving the department store, they wandered over to the food court. Before they got there, a group of guys walked by.

"Damn Hummel, you really are a clumsy shit, aren't you?" Blaine said with a laugh when he saw Kurt's black eye. "Don't breathe to hard around him, guys, he might trip over the extra air!" he said and leaned toward Kurt.

Kurt jerked back, trembling, fear blatant in his eyes.

"Come on, guys," Blaine suddenly said, giving Kurt another look. The guys followed his lead and they walked away. Blaine had seen that look in Kurt's eyes before. He'd seen it in his own eyes, looking in the mirror after getting his ass kicked outside his high school gym. Maybe Hummel wasn't as clumsy as he thought. Why that thought bothered him, he had no idea.

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"No way. David doesn't want me going," Kurt said adamantly. It was Saturday morning and he'd gotten together with the girls for coffee.

"Come on, Kurt, it's going to be the party of the year tonight," Mercedes pushed. "There are going to be hundreds of people there, what are the chances you'll even see Karofsky? We'll keep an eye out for you."

"Yeah, we'll make sure you aren't seen and we can all have a great time. You deserve it, Kurt," Rachel said, her brown eyes kind.

After a few more minutes, Kurt found his will crumbling. It would be fun to go to a party and really, in all those people, what were the chances that David would see him. David was big so he would be hard to miss in a crowd.

"Alright, we'll go," he finally said.

"Yay!" The girls giggled.

"So, now the big question. What are we all going to wear?" Kurt asked, smiling.

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