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Here we go again… Vague Warning – Tina, Tina, Tina, you are causing trouble

Chapter 17 – Hiding in a Bed, Tied up to a Bed, Screaming in a Bed

Even though Puck had assured Kurt that the karaoke bar wouldn't ask for ID, the fashionista was still paranoid that he would be turned away at the doorstep. However, the doorman nodded to Puck and bumped his fist in a gesture of familiarity. He looked at Kurt curiously for a few seconds before letting the pair through.

The bar was small and crowded and Kurt found himself clutching to Puck's arm. As Puck guided him through, Kurt turned his head from left to right taking in the sights. There seemed to be a mixture of young and old faces. Most people were clearly drunk and Kurt found it rather embarrassing. It was also quite easy to tell who the sober people in the room were and Kurt guessed they were probably the designated drivers for the night.

"What are you drinking?" Puck asked. His mouth was close to Kurt's ear so he could be heard above the music.

"Surprise me," Kurt replied. He'd never tasted alcohol before and had no idea what kind of drinks were available or what he might like so he simply left it to Puck to make the decision.

A few minutes later he found himself taking a tentative sip of Malibu and coke, pleasantly surprised to find it tasted like coconut and didn't make him choke or splutter as he'd feared. Beside him, Puck was taking large mouthfuls from a beer bottle. Normally, Kurt didn't think of drinking alcohol as an attractive or sexual quality, but something about the way Puck drank made it look good.

The environment didn't really provide a great opportunity to talk. But for some reason, be it the setting, the crowd of people, or the alcohol, Kurt found himself getting a lot closer to Puck than he might have done otherwise. Judging by the smug grin playing at the Football Player's mouth, Puck rather enjoyed the close proximity.

At some point, Puck moved one arm to wrap around Kurt's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Initially, Kurt tensed, looking about them nervously in preparation for some form of homophobic backlash. He breathed a small sigh of relief when it seemed that nobody was paying them any attention.

After listening to a few drunken men then a group of women possibly out on a Hen Night butcher songs of their choice, Kurt and Puck made their way to the stage taking up a microphone each.

"Oh god, I'm nervous," Kurt commented looking out at the drunken dancers.

"Relax," Puck advised him. "Or picture them all naked."

"No thank you," Kurt muttered before getting ready to sing.

The pair sang their duet and while Kurt was enjoying the performance immensely, he didn't really expect to receive any real recognition for it. So it came as a pleasant surprise when they were treated to rapturous applause and requests for them to sing a second song.

It was hardly a featured role at Sectionals and it certainly wasn't Broadway, but an audience was an audience and Kurt appreciated their enthusiasm.

"You're having fun, right?" Puck checked as he and Kurt left the stage so somebody else could take a turn.

"Yes," Kurt assured him. "Thank you for convincing me to come out tonight."

"You and me are good, right?" Puck asked.

"We're good," Kurt answered and he was rewarded with a boyish grin.

"Come on, I'll get you another drink," Puck offered taking Kurt's hand and leading him back towards the bar and ordering them a shot of Tequila each.

"Um…" Kurt looked at the shot and provided salt and lemon wedge with uncertainty.

"Here's what you do," Puck explained. "You lick some salt, do the shot then suck on the lemon. And to make it even more fun," he winked. "You could lick the salt off my neck, do the shot, and then take the lemon from my mouth."

"I…" Kurt hesitated a little, his attention becoming drawn to a man and two women further down the bar. The man was licking salt from one of the women's breasts, and then taking the shot before taking a wedge of lime from the second woman's cleavage. "Maybe I'll try this first one the regular way."

"Fair enough," Puck shrugged. "Pour a bit of salt on the back of your hand," Puck instructed. He poured some salt onto the back of his hand to show Kurt what to do and watched the other boy copy him. "Now, its salt, shot, lemon," Puck reminded him. He licked the salt off of his own hand, knocked the shot of Tequila down his throat then sucked on the lemon wedge. "Your turn."

"Alright," Kurt agreed before copying what Puck had done. He pulled a face as he licked the salt. He pulled another face as he drank the shot and he coughed and spluttered a little when he sucked on the lemon wedge. "Why do people drink this, its disgusting?"

"Have another with me?" Puck asked.

"No way," Kurt shook his head.

"Something else then," Puck said before ordering Kurt an Archer's and lemonade. "Better?"

"Mmm," Kurt actually really enjoyed it and the drink soothed his throat after the burn of the Tequila.

Finishing their drinks, they took to the stage to sing another song, the drunken crowd going wild for them once more.

"It's getting late," Kurt observed. "I really should get home."

Puck wanted to object and persuade Kurt to stay out all night with him, but he knew such a suggestion wouldn't go down very well. So he took the boy's hand and guided him out of the club.

"Whoa, Puck, you can't drive," Kurt told him. "You've been drinking."

"Hey, its fine, I only had a few," Puck shrugged. "Come on, babe, get in."

"No way," Kurt replied stubbornly. He felt very peculiar. He didn't think he was drunk as it genuinely had just been a few drinks and his judgement obviously wasn't impaired. Perhaps he was just tipsy. It felt almost pleasant. But there was still no way Kurt was letting Puck drive him home. "I'm walking."

"Not alone you're not," Puck called after him jogging to catch up to Kurt's long strides and throwing an arm about his shoulders.

"What about your truck?" Kurt asked.

"I'll get it later," Puck shrugged. "Right now I'm walking you home."

"You're nice and warm," Kurt noted snuggling into Puck's side.

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Up in her bedroom, Mercedes sat at her windowsill looking up at the night sky. She knew that she shouldn't really be playing around with her powers but she couldn't help herself. The clouds were obscuring her view of the stars and the moon so she used her hands to move them out of the way, like rubbing a pencil drawing off of a piece of paper. She smiled in satisfaction as she made the sky look exceptionally beautiful. She even used her power to create a shooting star.

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"The sky looks so pretty," Kurt commented watching a star fly over head.

"You look so pretty," Puck replied and Kurt burst out laughing before stumbling slightly.

"Whoa," he giggled. "Maybe those drinks got to my head more than I thought."

"Yeah, looks like it you lightweight," Puck sniggered pulling one of Kurt's arms over his shoulder and securely placing one arm around Kurt's waist. "Think you can sneak into your house quietly without getting caught by your old man?"

"Ssh, he doesn't know that I snuck out," Kurt whispered.

"Ok, the fresh air has definitely made you worse," Puck stated and Kurt threw his head back in laughter before dropping his forehead to Puck's strong chest. "You're quite the affectionate little drunk."

"Kiss me," Kurt demanded lifting his head and puckering his lips invitingly.

"Don't have to ask me twice," Puck grinned pressing a gentle peck to Kurt's lips.

"Mmm, I want more," Kurt told him running his hands along Puck's shaven head.

"Alright, but no bitching out on me in the morning," Puck warned him. "You're the one asking for it, babe."

"Just kiss me or I'll find someone else who will," Kurt huffed impatiently.

Needing no further persuasion, Puck leaned in to give Kurt a more passionate kiss. With the beautiful star-lit sky up above them, the situation was almost romantic. Puck thought it would have been better if he didn't feel like he was slightly taking advantage of Kurt, but who was he to resist such a gorgeous boy? Opening his eyes, Puck realised that Kurt had turned invisible.

"Are you sure you can make it to your room ok?" Puck asked and Kurt just giggled in response. "Damn it, I'm gonna have to sneak you back in, aren't I? Ok, come on." He hauled an invisible Kurt onto his shoulder and walked towards the Hummel's backyard.

As he heaving Kurt through the boy's bedroom window, Puck was sure he could hear the invisible boy faintly snoring. Being extra careful, Puck carried Kurt to his bed and set him down on the mattress. He had just tip-toed back to the window when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

Shit! He thought with such panic that it disturbed Rachel Berry's sleep and she could envision the following scene playing out before her just two or three seconds ahead of real time.

Although Puck had plenty of time to sneak out the window and run, he was very aware of the fact that Kurt was still invisible. If Burt came down and couldn't see his son sleeping in his bed then Kurt would be in a world of trouble. Not seeing any other option, Puck ran to the bed as quietly as he could and scrambled under the covers. He could feel Kurt's sleeping form close beside him on top of the quilt and kept his eyes tight shut and held his breath, praying that Kurt wouldn't become visible any time soon.

The door to Kurt's bedroom opened and Burt's footsteps sounded lightly as he descended the stairs.

Shit, shit, shit! Puck thought as his heart hammered in his chest. The light flicked on and he kept as still as he could, hoping that Burt Hummel would be satisfied with the lump his body created under the covers. It felt like sitting through an entire History class before Burt turned the light off again and climbed the stairs, closing the door behind him as he left Kurt's bedroom.

Still too nervous to emerge from the covers, Puck remained curled up in a foetal position for a while longer. By the time he felt brave enough to crawl out, Kurt was visible again. Carefully, Puck removed the boy's boots and stripped him down to his boxers before tucking him under the covers.

Thinking he could hear footsteps again, he dived to hide under the bed but it was just his nervous imagination. He crawled out from under the bed and stood to his feet before stealthily climbing out of the window.

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Tina was prowling the streets again, actively seeking out danger. For nearly an hour, she wandered the dark streets of Lima disappointed. Just when she was considering giving up and heading back home, she heard the sound of muffled screams and could smell the stench of fear. She raced towards the source, finding herself at somebody's house. It was obvious to her that something bad was happening in one of the bedrooms. She jumped up to the top left window and listened carefully. There were sounds of a struggle and Tina guessed that somebody was being pinned down to the bed. She hesitated for just a few seconds, a part of her mind suggesting that maybe two consenting adults were participating in some kind of sexual role-play, before her instincts screamed at her to burst through the window.

She rolled uninvited into the bedroom, the glass of the window shattering around her as she stood to her feet.

A man who looked to be in his forties had a girl, no older than Tina herself, pinned to the bed with underwear stuffed into her mouth to stifle her cries. The man was partway through removing the girl's clothes and the tears streaming down her face were all the proof Tina needed to know the situation was not consensual.

Before the man could react to Tina's presence, the schoolgirl Goth had gripped him around the throat, pulled him away from the girl and thrown him across to the other side of the room. He hit his head on the dresser and made a failed attempt to stand before falling to the floor.

Confident that he wasn't getting up anytime soon, Tina turned her attention to the distressed girl. Without the man pinning her down, the girl was able to sit up and spit the underwear out of her mouth.

"He was gonna… he was gonna…" she sobbed and Tina swept towards her, helping her fix her clothes and cover herself.

"Who is he?" Tina asked. "He's not your father," she stated. They didn't smell enough alike to be related.

Helping the sobbing girl off of the bed, Tina led her through the otherwise empty house and downstairs. Stopping in the kitchen, Tina fixed the girl a glass of water and offered it to her.

"I just want to get out of here," she cried so Tina carelessly threw the glass behind her, smiling when she heard it smash, before guiding the girl out of the house.

"Tell me who he is," Tina requested and the girl tearfully explained how they had been communicating online.

"I thought he was my age," the girl said. "He asked me to meet him tonight and when he answered the door I just thought he must be the father and the boy I was talking to would be his son. But it was him all along."

"You were foolish to meet up with a stranger alone," Tina told her bluntly and she sniffed and sobbed a little more. "You should call the police about him."

"No, no, I can't," the girl objected.

"Fine," Tina rolled her eyes. "Tell me where you live, I'm taking you home."

"Don't tell my parents, please, just don't tell my parents," the girl begged.

"I didn't meet you tonight and you didn't meet me, deal?" Tina asked and the girl nodded earnestly. "Good," Tina said.

Once she had escorted the girl safely home, helping her sneak inside so her parents wouldn't know a thing, Tina headed back to the man's house.

Returning to his bedroom, she found that he was still unconscious. Hauling him up with one hand, she tossed him carelessly onto the bed. She then hunted around his room looking for something to tie him up with. She found some belts and suit ties and secured his wrists and ankles to the bed posts. She ripped his clothes off of his body and stuffed his pants into his mouth. She then picked up an interesting looking book and sat on the edge of the bed reading as she waited for him to wake up.

"Oh good," Tina smirked nearly ten minutes later as the man started thrashing about in his binds, a panicked look in his eye. "I'm very sorry, sir, I didn't get to introduce myself properly before," she said with such politeness it was unnerving. "My name is Tina. Ssh, ssh, I'm talking," she complained as he shrieked through the material of his boxers stuffed in his mouth. "Just because you're a disgusting paedophile doesn't mean you should forget your manners, you know," she said in a matter of fact tone. "I wonder," she commented closing the book and tapping her fingers on the cover thoughtfully. "Was that girl the first you've tried to rape, or have there been others? Maybe you've targeted girls even younger than her. But don't worry. I'll make sure you won't abuse anyone again," she smirked at him and he struggled desperately against his restraints but to no avail.

Tina picked up a shard of glass from the shattered window then jumped onto the bed, straddling the man's chest. She held the glass in front of his face, making sure he got a good look.

"You know, that look of fear in your eyes, the smell of terror radiating off of you, it kinda turns me on," Tina admitted. "But do you want to know a secret?" she asked playfully, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "I think seeing you bleed and hearing you scream will turn me on even more."

She rolled off of him then took a rough grip on his penis.

"I must warn you," Tina said wickedly. "I've never performed a circumcision before."

The man was shaking his head 'no', his eyes begging her for mercy but Tina showed him none as she introduced the glass to his flaccid cock. It was just a tiny cut, no wider than her fingertip.

"Relax," Tina soothed. "I'm not going to cut it off… yet," she laughed cruelly at him before piercing the skin of his chest with the glass shard. He whimpered in pain and she couldn't help but smile at the sound as she carved two choice words into his chest. "Wanna know what I wrote?" she asked. "Child Rapist," she informed him. "Now, any time you take your shirt off in front of somebody else, they'll know exactly what you are. But I think I better make it a little more obvious," she decided before carving the word 'Rapist' onto his forehead. "There, now everybody will know."

Throwing the shard of glass behind her, she leaned beside him, her head resting on her elbow as she dipped a finger into the 'R' carved into his stomach. Bringing the finger to her mouth, she sucked off the blood, terrifying the man even more as she moaned.

"I've tasted better," Tina informed him. "But I'm thirsty so it'll do."

She sank her teeth into his arm and drank deeply, the man powerless to stop her.

"You know what, it's late," Tina said. "I should probably get home."

She untied him and he spat the underwear out of his mouth, looking at her in fear.

"Oh wait," Tina said picking up another shard of glass. "I'm not quite finished yet."

"No, no, please," the man begged as Tina advanced on him, pinning his wrists to the bed with one hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, I'll do anything, I'm sorry."

"Are you scared?" Tina asked him. "Tell me you're scared."

"I'm scared," the man answered.

"That girl you were going to rape tonight, she was scared," Tina claimed. "Did you listen to her when she pleaded 'no'? Did you stop when she begged you to? Did you let her go when you saw her cry? Answer me!" Tina demanded with a hiss.

"No, no, I didn't," the man said. "I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry."

"A sick pervert like you doesn't deserve to have a dick," Tina told him as she brought the glass down.

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"Argh, Tina!" Rachel screamed sitting up in bed, flashes of what Tina was doing to the man shooting painfully through her mind.

Her dads burst in, turning the lights on, hurrying over to her in concern when they heard her screams.

"Rachel, sweetie, what is it?" Leroy asked as he and Hiram fussed over her.

Rachel couldn't speak. Although she was aware that she was in her room, in bed, with her dads beside her, she could still vividly see Tina and what she was doing to the man on the bed.

"Argh!" Rachel screamed again, practically trying to claw her eyes out in an effort to stop the vision.

"Rachel, stop it," Hiram cried out forcing her hands away from her face.

"I'm scared," Rachel sobbed, echoing the words from the man being tormented by Tina in her vision. "No, no, I didn't. I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry."

"Rachel, Rachel, sweetheart," Leroy called trying to get through to her. He shared a concerned look with his husband as they both forcibly held Rachel's thrashing body down to the bed, unable to do anything to prevent her terrified screams.

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