The Third Prompt Meme Post
Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer.
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“Oh yeah, Puckerman?” Kurt hissed. “Because obviously you know the best!”
Puck just snorted. “What’s so fucking hard about it, dude? We’re, like, all bros here--”No. And do not, under any circumstances, call me neither a dude nor a bro.”
“Whatever, Princess. So, you gonna tattle or not?”
“No.”
“Uh, Puck--”
“Come on, what’s so bad you can’t say it aloud?”
“No.”
“Seriously, Puck, shut up--”
“’Seriously, Puck, yada yada yada’ - how about you shut up, Artie? So, Hummel?”
“No.”
Kurt was gripping Artie’s hand harder and harder every passing moment, panic starting to cover the anger from earlier. He was sure that if he heard one more probe, one more question, he’d scream and start crying again, and he really, really, really didn’t want that. Not anymore. The guys already knew more than he wanted them to.
“The sex that bad?”
He did scream.
Kurt curled up on Artie’s lap, hands coming to pull at his hair as another loud screech tore from his lips, a signal for the tears to come. Other than the sounds he was making, the room was finally silent.
“No, no, no!” Kurt cried, voice somewhat muffled by Artie’s shoulder. “I said no, so why - why can’t you just, just leave it?”
“Kurt--” was all Sam had the time to say.
“Why can’t anyone do it?” the brunet continued, almost yelling. “I always say no, always, always, always, and no-one listens!”
If Kurt had opened his eyes and looked up, he wouldn’t have missed the worried, terrified glances everyone else in the room shared. If he had listened, he would have heard the murmurs between Finn and the others. If he hadn’t been sobbing, his cries wouldn’t have hidden the angry growls.
He did hear someone moving. A hand touched Kurt’s shoulder and the petit teen spun around so fast he almost toppled the wheelchair over, eyes wet and red. Sam was kneeling on the ground, looking up with an expression Kurt couldn’t read.
“Kurt?” the blond asked, gently rubbing the hand under his fingers. “Did Blaine do something?”
He wasn’t going to answer the question. He would keep his mouth shut, stop crying, at like nothing had happened… and then something. Kurt wasn’t sure. But he wasn’t talking about his very gay sexlife in the presence of five very straight boys.
Except he couldn’t do it.
“Did he do something?” Kurt cried, choking the words out. “Of course he did something!”
“Kurt--” This time it was Artie who couldn’t continue further.
“That fucking moron broke my damn heart, that’s what happened!”
If the heart wrenching sobs had been hard before, they were nothing compared to the loud howls tearing trough Kurt’s throat. Had he been paying attention to his surroundings, he would have felt Artie flinch beneath him, would have noticed the dark expression on the other boys’ faces. He didn’t, though, too body pouring his heart out in the form of wretched cries and hot tears that slid down red cheeks in never-ending rivulets. Kurt was shaking so hard that if it weren’t for Artie holding him in place, he would have fallen to the floor in no time.
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