Souls in the Fool's Night
Title: Souls in the Fool's Night
Author: Dominant Spoon tho.
Rating: PG-13 for unpleasant themes a la canon.
Fandom/Pairing: Glee. Kurt/Blaine established relationship as in the way of canon; suggestions that Blaine's feelings may be legitimate, and also brief notions of Blaine/Warblers friendships. Also Kurt/Sam hints.
Spoilers: 03x05, The First Time.
Warnings: Attempted daterape (or at least unpleasant attempts at forced coercion), as in canon.
Summary: The voices in Blaine's head are upset, and so is Kurt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title comes from the song "Whispering" from Spring Awakening.
AN: I'm not sure how I feel about posting this, because part of me feels like using that scene for fanfic is belittling its horror.
I honestly can't believe that they did that, and also that I haven't seen a goddamn thing about how sincerely disturbing a message that episode sent.
Kurt says no. No means no, the voice in Blaine’s head whispers - the one that sounds like an unholy combination of Wes and David, with all the stern unyieldingness of the former, and all the more logical and people-friendly consideration of the latter.
Blaine pushes; he tightens his grip on Kurt’s waist, and if he ever wanted to rip Kurt’s clothes off, it was then.
Kurt says stop it. You should stop it, a different voice says. This one sounds more unpleasant, and more unfamiliar. Blaine can’t quite place it, and he doesn’t like that.
Blaine ignores it; he leans in towards Kurt’s neck, and place clumsy kiss after clumsier one against the ivory column. (Which looks less like ivory by the dingy lights of Scandalz, but Blaine knows that it is.)
Kurt says Blaine, but not just Blaine - Blaine, like it’s a warning, but without the confidence that it should have. He sounds frightened; legitimately unnerved. Blaine, all the voices in Blaine’s head repeat back to him in unison, with assorted punctuations offering complementing and conflicting perspectives - the gentle sloping question mark of a mildly concerned, but trusting Nick; the harsh and jarring exclamation point of a startled and aghast Rachel; the monotonously admonishing period of Blaine’s father, who for years tried to teach him every last thing about being a gentleman to people, regardless of their identity.
Blaine supposes that maybe, they have a point - they all have a point, the dully insistent voices in the back of his mind. He supposes that maybe, it’s wrong to do this, and even though it shouldn’t really matter because the only important part should be that it’s Kurt&Blaine - maybe it does matter, because maybe silly things like location have always mattered between him and Kurt.
(Like the smug, cocky bastard that Blaine hopes to death he is, Sam Evans’ grin flashes into Blaine’s mind - that stupid grin; the charming one he never seemed to stop giving Kurt, like they had a secret that was just too fucking funny to share with anyone - and Blaine remembers the day that he told Kurt he loved him. Blaine remembers the day that he poured his heart and soul into three words, just for Kurt, and he remembers the way that he had tried so hard to make it sound nonchalant - only for Kurt to look positively frightened by the statement, and repeat the words back to him with unconvincing uncertainty.
Blaine supposes if maybe, that might have gone better if it had been somewhere. Then again, he muses, maybe it wasn’t the location that’s always been the matter with them.)
Kurt says things - angry things; hurt things; wounded things - and Blaine hears them, barely. He feels like Kurt’s so far away from him, even if it’s only a few feet, and he wonders if it’s always been that way, and he’s only just noticing it now.
Blaine retorts with other things - angry things; bitter things; sulky things - and walks away. He hears Kurt’s voice - not just in his head this time - calling after him, desperately, like he’s so afraid to lose Blaine, and Blaine thinks that that’s not right. He thinks that that’s so wrong a way for a person in a relationship with someone else to sound, and he thinks that there’s something so fucked up about all of this.
Blaine keeps walking, and he’s not even out of hearing range when he hears Kurt’s car door slam shut. Blaine would be more upset about how easily Kurt is willing to give up on him tonight, if his head wasn’t a little fuzzy from the beer.
Author: Dominant Spoon tho.
Rating: PG-13 for unpleasant themes a la canon.
Fandom/Pairing: Glee. Kurt/Blaine established relationship as in the way of canon; suggestions that Blaine's feelings may be legitimate, and also brief notions of Blaine/Warblers friendships. Also Kurt/Sam hints.
Spoilers: 03x05, The First Time.
Warnings: Attempted daterape (or at least unpleasant attempts at forced coercion), as in canon.
Summary: The voices in Blaine's head are upset, and so is Kurt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title comes from the song "Whispering" from Spring Awakening.
AN: I'm not sure how I feel about posting this, because part of me feels like using that scene for fanfic is belittling its horror.
I honestly can't believe that they did that, and also that I haven't seen a goddamn thing about how sincerely disturbing a message that episode sent.
Kurt says no. No means no, the voice in Blaine’s head whispers - the one that sounds like an unholy combination of Wes and David, with all the stern unyieldingness of the former, and all the more logical and people-friendly consideration of the latter.
Blaine pushes; he tightens his grip on Kurt’s waist, and if he ever wanted to rip Kurt’s clothes off, it was then.
Kurt says stop it. You should stop it, a different voice says. This one sounds more unpleasant, and more unfamiliar. Blaine can’t quite place it, and he doesn’t like that.
Blaine ignores it; he leans in towards Kurt’s neck, and place clumsy kiss after clumsier one against the ivory column. (Which looks less like ivory by the dingy lights of Scandalz, but Blaine knows that it is.)
Kurt says Blaine, but not just Blaine - Blaine, like it’s a warning, but without the confidence that it should have. He sounds frightened; legitimately unnerved. Blaine, all the voices in Blaine’s head repeat back to him in unison, with assorted punctuations offering complementing and conflicting perspectives - the gentle sloping question mark of a mildly concerned, but trusting Nick; the harsh and jarring exclamation point of a startled and aghast Rachel; the monotonously admonishing period of Blaine’s father, who for years tried to teach him every last thing about being a gentleman to people, regardless of their identity.
Blaine supposes that maybe, they have a point - they all have a point, the dully insistent voices in the back of his mind. He supposes that maybe, it’s wrong to do this, and even though it shouldn’t really matter because the only important part should be that it’s Kurt&Blaine - maybe it does matter, because maybe silly things like location have always mattered between him and Kurt.
(Like the smug, cocky bastard that Blaine hopes to death he is, Sam Evans’ grin flashes into Blaine’s mind - that stupid grin; the charming one he never seemed to stop giving Kurt, like they had a secret that was just too fucking funny to share with anyone - and Blaine remembers the day that he told Kurt he loved him. Blaine remembers the day that he poured his heart and soul into three words, just for Kurt, and he remembers the way that he had tried so hard to make it sound nonchalant - only for Kurt to look positively frightened by the statement, and repeat the words back to him with unconvincing uncertainty.
Blaine supposes if maybe, that might have gone better if it had been somewhere. Then again, he muses, maybe it wasn’t the location that’s always been the matter with them.)
Kurt says things - angry things; hurt things; wounded things - and Blaine hears them, barely. He feels like Kurt’s so far away from him, even if it’s only a few feet, and he wonders if it’s always been that way, and he’s only just noticing it now.
Blaine retorts with other things - angry things; bitter things; sulky things - and walks away. He hears Kurt’s voice - not just in his head this time - calling after him, desperately, like he’s so afraid to lose Blaine, and Blaine thinks that that’s not right. He thinks that that’s so wrong a way for a person in a relationship with someone else to sound, and he thinks that there’s something so fucked up about all of this.
Blaine keeps walking, and he’s not even out of hearing range when he hears Kurt’s car door slam shut. Blaine would be more upset about how easily Kurt is willing to give up on him tonight, if his head wasn’t a little fuzzy from the beer.