Fic: I Hate the Dentist (Kurt/Finn) PG-13 (12/?)
Title: I Hate the Dentist
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 12/? - "Discussion, Despair, Doom."
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1035
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurt Hummel isn't stupid. When the straight love of his life is drunk enough to sleep with him at a party, he's not going to stick around for the fallout. However, maybe he is stupid, because running away has consequences.
Spoilers: Up to 1x22, "Journey."
Warnings: Swearing, talk of rape and sex (and I guess, sort of, pseudo-step-incest).
Author's Notes: Written for the glee_angst_meme, the prompt: "Finn gets his drink spiked at a party and wakes up naked and alone in a bed in the host's house, with no memories of the night before. When word gets out, someone starts a rumor that it was Kurt who drugged Finn so he could sleep with him and Kurt's life is subsequently made a living hell. I mean hardcore threats, violence, that sort of thing. But Kurt feels powerless to do anything because - even though he wasn't aware Finn was drugged - they had slept together. I don't care about resolution but I'd one to confront the other about it." Title is inspired by Veronica Mars.
12: Discussion, Despair, Doom
Everyone leaves Kurt alone eventually, to curl up and cry on his own. He doesn't know if they're angry or upset or scared or just confused, but he doesn't care. He doesn't particularly want to talk to anyone right now anyway.
And of course, he just had to think that, because Mercedes then comes back in and awkwardly takes a seat next to him.
"Hey," she says. "So... I wanted to say sorry. I really screwed up. I shouldn't have freaked out like that, and I definitely shouldn't have blurted everything out like that. I was just... scared."
He doesn't answer her.
"Kurt, please, talk to me; okay, I know you're mad - you have every right to be. I know what I did-"
"I'm not mad at you," he says.
She blinks at him. "Huh?"
He shrugs. "Finn had to find out at some point. I would never be able to bring myself to tell him; I knew it was wrong to let him go on thinking... but I just couldn't. So this was probably for the best."
She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "Well, I shouldn't have made it public and humiliated you - both of you - in front of everyone."
"You weren't expecting them all to burst in at the crucial moment," he answers.
"Would you stop being reasonable about this? I'm trying to unload my guilt," she says. He can't help but smile at that. "I should have trusted you. I mean, you're my best friend; how could I ever believe you'd do something like-"
"Mercedes. It's okay," he takes her hand to emphasize this. "Given the circumstances, I can't possibly blame you for what you thought. I mean, Finn said he was raped - how could you not believe that? What would that do to him?"
She sighs and lays her head onto his shoulder. "Look at me. Whining about my own guilt when you're struggling with... this..."
"In case you've forgotten, I'm hardly the real victim in this situation either," his voice hitches on the words, even as he wraps a comforting arm around her. "Speaking of which - where is he? Is he okay?"
She shrugs. "I don't know. I kind of thing someone closer to him than me will be going after him."
Kurt nods. "Okay."
Mercedes sighs. "God, Kurt, why did you do it?" she blurts out. "I know how you feel about him, but..."
Kurt chokes back the urge to cry. "You don't understand, Mercedes. He started it. I barely understood why he was suggesting it at the time, and I knew it was wrong - I could tell even when smashed that his proposition was not really about confessing romantic feelings for me. I think he felt guilty. I should have turned him down, but..."
He doesn't know how to say this. "I am in love with Finn Hudson. I have resigned myself to the fact he will never love me back, but that doesn't mean it doesn't break my heart every day. At that point... I was just wallowing under the knowledge I could never have anything with him, let alone sleep with him. But then suddenly, I had that opportunity, for whatever reason... how could you say 'no'?"
Mercedes doesn't answer, and Kurt chuckles slightly. "I guess part of me was hoping it'd get him out of my system. And now the system is just filled with hopeless despair."
She burrows closer. "You know, this isn't just going to blow over," she says. "Everyone's freaking out. I'm not really sure everyone even believes you. So now..."
"I'm doomed, I know," he says. "They won't just forgive and forget. Finn definitely won't. That's... probably for the best."
He abruptly pulls away from her. "Could you please leave, 'Cedes?" he asks. "I'm not mad at you, I promise, I just... I kind of want to be alone right now."
She nods, and leans in to press a kiss against his forehead. "I love you, Kurt. You're my best friend."
He nods. "I love you to."
Then she walks out.
*
"Hey."
Okay, this one is a bit more surprising.
"Santana?”
"Yeah," she takes the seat next to him. He just stares in disbelief.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see how you were doing," she says. At the look on his face, she defends herself: "Hey, don't look like that's so shocking. I'm not a total bitch. Plus Puck seems to be plotting your violent murder, so I thought someone should warn you."
Kurt flinches. "So, I'm guessing he doesn't believe me about Finn consenting, huh?"
"Not so much. That, or he's just a crazy possessive bastard who doesn't care. I wouldn't put it past him, but..." she trails off and groans. "Fuck. This is screwed up."
"You're telling me."
"And I thought I messed up by fucking him," she muses. His eyes go wide.
"Wait, what? You and Finn? When?"
She looks annoyed last year. "Uh, last year? Whatever, it wasn't a big thing, and like you can talk."
Kurt sighs. "I know. I'm just futilely trying to be distracted."
She shrugs. "Sucks to be you, I guess. And him, obviously."
"This is your version of being sympathetic, isn't it?" he says. She glares. "God. I have no idea what to do now."
"Don't look at me; I wouldn't know," she says. He doesn't respond, and she suddenly looks around like she's worried someone's spying on them.
"Look, don't tell anyone I said this, okay?" she commands. He nods. "I just; I came here to tell you... It's okay. I know Puck wants to kick your ass for it, and Jones is a little bad with the trusting given she pushed all this in front of everyone-"
"It's not her fault-"
"Whatever. But the thing is - some of us believe you. We trust you. Corny as it is, you have friends Kurt, and we are going to acknowledge that this must majorly suck for you too, and it wasn't your fault. I mean, I guess you're not quite as bad off as Finn, but..."
He sighs. "Thank you, Santana. I'm not sure I deserve it, but... thank you."
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 12/? - "Discussion, Despair, Doom."
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1035
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurt Hummel isn't stupid. When the straight love of his life is drunk enough to sleep with him at a party, he's not going to stick around for the fallout. However, maybe he is stupid, because running away has consequences.
Spoilers: Up to 1x22, "Journey."
Warnings: Swearing, talk of rape and sex (and I guess, sort of, pseudo-step-incest).
Author's Notes: Written for the glee_angst_meme, the prompt: "Finn gets his drink spiked at a party and wakes up naked and alone in a bed in the host's house, with no memories of the night before. When word gets out, someone starts a rumor that it was Kurt who drugged Finn so he could sleep with him and Kurt's life is subsequently made a living hell. I mean hardcore threats, violence, that sort of thing. But Kurt feels powerless to do anything because - even though he wasn't aware Finn was drugged - they had slept together. I don't care about resolution but I'd one to confront the other about it." Title is inspired by Veronica Mars.
12: Discussion, Despair, Doom
Everyone leaves Kurt alone eventually, to curl up and cry on his own. He doesn't know if they're angry or upset or scared or just confused, but he doesn't care. He doesn't particularly want to talk to anyone right now anyway.
And of course, he just had to think that, because Mercedes then comes back in and awkwardly takes a seat next to him.
"Hey," she says. "So... I wanted to say sorry. I really screwed up. I shouldn't have freaked out like that, and I definitely shouldn't have blurted everything out like that. I was just... scared."
He doesn't answer her.
"Kurt, please, talk to me; okay, I know you're mad - you have every right to be. I know what I did-"
"I'm not mad at you," he says.
She blinks at him. "Huh?"
He shrugs. "Finn had to find out at some point. I would never be able to bring myself to tell him; I knew it was wrong to let him go on thinking... but I just couldn't. So this was probably for the best."
She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "Well, I shouldn't have made it public and humiliated you - both of you - in front of everyone."
"You weren't expecting them all to burst in at the crucial moment," he answers.
"Would you stop being reasonable about this? I'm trying to unload my guilt," she says. He can't help but smile at that. "I should have trusted you. I mean, you're my best friend; how could I ever believe you'd do something like-"
"Mercedes. It's okay," he takes her hand to emphasize this. "Given the circumstances, I can't possibly blame you for what you thought. I mean, Finn said he was raped - how could you not believe that? What would that do to him?"
She sighs and lays her head onto his shoulder. "Look at me. Whining about my own guilt when you're struggling with... this..."
"In case you've forgotten, I'm hardly the real victim in this situation either," his voice hitches on the words, even as he wraps a comforting arm around her. "Speaking of which - where is he? Is he okay?"
She shrugs. "I don't know. I kind of thing someone closer to him than me will be going after him."
Kurt nods. "Okay."
Mercedes sighs. "God, Kurt, why did you do it?" she blurts out. "I know how you feel about him, but..."
Kurt chokes back the urge to cry. "You don't understand, Mercedes. He started it. I barely understood why he was suggesting it at the time, and I knew it was wrong - I could tell even when smashed that his proposition was not really about confessing romantic feelings for me. I think he felt guilty. I should have turned him down, but..."
He doesn't know how to say this. "I am in love with Finn Hudson. I have resigned myself to the fact he will never love me back, but that doesn't mean it doesn't break my heart every day. At that point... I was just wallowing under the knowledge I could never have anything with him, let alone sleep with him. But then suddenly, I had that opportunity, for whatever reason... how could you say 'no'?"
Mercedes doesn't answer, and Kurt chuckles slightly. "I guess part of me was hoping it'd get him out of my system. And now the system is just filled with hopeless despair."
She burrows closer. "You know, this isn't just going to blow over," she says. "Everyone's freaking out. I'm not really sure everyone even believes you. So now..."
"I'm doomed, I know," he says. "They won't just forgive and forget. Finn definitely won't. That's... probably for the best."
He abruptly pulls away from her. "Could you please leave, 'Cedes?" he asks. "I'm not mad at you, I promise, I just... I kind of want to be alone right now."
She nods, and leans in to press a kiss against his forehead. "I love you, Kurt. You're my best friend."
He nods. "I love you to."
Then she walks out.
*
"Hey."
Okay, this one is a bit more surprising.
"Santana?”
"Yeah," she takes the seat next to him. He just stares in disbelief.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see how you were doing," she says. At the look on his face, she defends herself: "Hey, don't look like that's so shocking. I'm not a total bitch. Plus Puck seems to be plotting your violent murder, so I thought someone should warn you."
Kurt flinches. "So, I'm guessing he doesn't believe me about Finn consenting, huh?"
"Not so much. That, or he's just a crazy possessive bastard who doesn't care. I wouldn't put it past him, but..." she trails off and groans. "Fuck. This is screwed up."
"You're telling me."
"And I thought I messed up by fucking him," she muses. His eyes go wide.
"Wait, what? You and Finn? When?"
She looks annoyed last year. "Uh, last year? Whatever, it wasn't a big thing, and like you can talk."
Kurt sighs. "I know. I'm just futilely trying to be distracted."
She shrugs. "Sucks to be you, I guess. And him, obviously."
"This is your version of being sympathetic, isn't it?" he says. She glares. "God. I have no idea what to do now."
"Don't look at me; I wouldn't know," she says. He doesn't respond, and she suddenly looks around like she's worried someone's spying on them.
"Look, don't tell anyone I said this, okay?" she commands. He nods. "I just; I came here to tell you... It's okay. I know Puck wants to kick your ass for it, and Jones is a little bad with the trusting given she pushed all this in front of everyone-"
"It's not her fault-"
"Whatever. But the thing is - some of us believe you. We trust you. Corny as it is, you have friends Kurt, and we are going to acknowledge that this must majorly suck for you too, and it wasn't your fault. I mean, I guess you're not quite as bad off as Finn, but..."
He sighs. "Thank you, Santana. I'm not sure I deserve it, but... thank you."