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Beta-ed by: Debraelq

Timeline: Saturday

-Chapter 32: Hurt-

"I'm sorry," Finn whispered again. Kurt's hands were shaking as he held his cup of tea.

"I..." Finn paused looking at Puck who was shaking his head and frowning.

"Finn," Kurt was practically whimpering. "Tell me."

The quarterback stepped forward, enveloping the smaller boy in his arms. "I know you were hurt..."

Kurt began to cry. His tears soaked into Finn's shirt as he hiccupped and muttered that he was not weak, that he was a man.

Puck sipped absentmindedly at his can of Coke as he watched Finn run his hand through Kurt's hair. Kurt's voice shook as he told them of what his father had done to him.

"I-I... told him that I was ho-homosexual and- and," he sniffed, and Finn pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"It's okay," Finn whispered, brushing a piece of hair behind Kurt's ear.

"He locked m-me away, 'tr-trained me'... Hi-hired strippers and pr-prostitutes to sed-seduce me. I re-refused to let them take my virginity. He ma-made me watch le-lesbian porn daily and b-beat me... Hurt." His voice faded away into a whisper at the end.

Finn took the cup from his hands and sat it on the table before drawing Kurt into his arms, whispering gently into his hair as the smaller teen drifted to sleep, his head on the quarterback's chest.

He looked up, his eyes interlocking with Puck's. His best friend nodded grimly.