Fic: Shut Your Mouth (Finn, Ensemble) R (6/?)
Title: Shut Your Mouth
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 6/? - "Get Help."
Characters/Pairing: Finn, Ensemble.
Word Count: 3095
Rating: NC-17 overall; R for this chapter.
Summary: After the underwear incident, Karofsky and Azimio simply will not back off already when it comes to Finn. Things quickly go from bad to worse.
Spoilers: Up to 2x05, "The Rocky Horror Glee Show."
Warnings: Swearing, violent sexual assault , homophobia.
Author's Notes: Written for the glee_angst_meme, the prompt: "After the underwear incident, things get a whole lot worse for Finn. The football jocks won't stop taunting him, but it's worse than before: their comments get really sexual. Then they begin awkwardly touching him when they're alone. He wants to tell someone, but it isn't rape or anything so he figures he should just suck it up. And then Korafsky and Azimo corner him in the locker room and force him to give them head. They tell him he was asking for it, and he starts to believe it."And yeah... this plot was not really written to accommodate for yesterday's ep. Just imagine it as AU, if you like, although it shouldn't defy the ~big revelation~ too much anyway.
6: Get Help
She doesn't say anything. Karofsky's and Azimio's bodies stiffen slightly, but the don't say anything either - Finn flinches. He can't say or do anything - then he realizes. He has to start fighting back again, or else she might think...
He starts breathing fast, trying to pull his arms out of Azimio's grasp. “Stop. No. No. Let me go!”
Azimio just holds his wrists tighter, hard enough to bruise if they're not already - Finn's not sure. Finn struggles, and Karofsky shoots Azimio a warning look over his shoulder - something like dude, there's someone here. Azimio lets go. Finn tries to kick them away and get to his feet; he's cramped in all kinds of weird places and he stumbles, but he manages to make his way behind Coach Bieste. Yeah, he's hiding. He admits it.
Bieste looks backward, at him, and Finn suddenly flushes with shame. He tries to wipe the come off his chin with the back of his hand, for what little good it'll do. He tries not to, but lets out another sob by mistake. The Coach stares at him in shock, but turns back to Karofsky and Azimio after awhile. He can't see the look on her face.
“What are you doing?”
Karofsky and Azimio share a look - Finn can't decide whether they seem scared or not.
“Shit,” says Azimio. He sounds like he's been caught doing something a lot less evil than he was, Like he's just mildly worried; like the worst this can do is...
“Oh god,” says Karofsky. “Coach Bieste, please don't tell anyone about this. Okay, yeah, this is probably against a lot of school rules...”
School rules? What?
“Yeah, uh, we're sorry and all...” Azimio says, biting his lip. “This is just sort of something that happens. Uh, I dunno... Hudson likes it. Us. Well not really us because we're still assholes to him, but he likes getting us off, and... dude, Coach Bieste, we're teenage guys.”
Finn's eyes go wide, and his first impulse is to scream, but he winds up gagging on the come still caught in the back of his throat. They just - they cornered him in the boys' room, pinned him down, forced his mouth open and made him suck their dicks while he cried and begged them to stop, to just let go of him, and now they're talking about him like - like he's some kind of slut. Like he's their slut. And how...?
Bieste looks back and forth between Finn and the other two, looking disbelieving. “No way,” she says. “I just walked in on your two pinning him between your bodies, holding his arms back, before he started yelling and telling you to let him go - and you're trying to tell me this was somehow his idea.”
Finn lets out a small sigh of relief. She believed it. When he started telling them to back off, she believed...
Something about that makes his stomach churn. After all, he wasn't really fighting back before she came in - and if that's meant to be the proof he didn't want it, is someone going to think that means...?
Karofsky and Azimio share another look. “Coach Bieste, he's faking,” says Karofsky - it sounds weirdly realistic, which really doesn't help that sensation in Finn's stomach. “No-one wants to get found out as a cocksucker, after all.”
“Okay, trying to win creditability - you're going at it really badly,” says Coach Bieste.
Azimio actually has the guts to scoff - Finn wants to punch him in the face, but he's not going back to that side of the room. “Whatever,” he says. “You've got no proof, and we're leaving.”
“Like hell you are,” Bieste takes a step to the door, and Finn steps away not to be behind her anymore - because they're coming there, and... “I'm calling the cops.”
“No way,” Karofsky walks straight up to her. “Now get the hell out of our way, dyke.”
“You're staying right here,” Bieste says, giving Karofsky a slight shove for emphasis - Finn's not really sure she's allowed to do that, but shockingly, he doesn't care. There's a pause as Karofsky just stares.
And then he socks her in the face.
“Fuck!” cries Bieste, grasping her nose. Finn holds his breath, but Karofsky and Azimio just take advantage of the moment to run out the door. Finn thinks he hears laughter. Bieste looks like she wants to yell and tell them to come back, but she doesn't.
She looks at Finn. “You okay, kid?”
He barely understands the question. After a long moment, he says “N-no.”
Bieste sighs and her shoulders slump, and she looks like... she feels sorry for him. Somehow, that vague nausea turns into actual sickness - shit. He holds a hand to his mouth and struggles to hold it back as he looks around desperately for the trashcan. He finds it, and throws himself over it. Pukes. Little bits of white mix in with toast from this morning and the chicken-thing they have at lunch.
Once he finishes, he realizes vomiting here was kind of a bad idea - it's just a paper bin, with holes in the sides, so now his sick is oozing out onto the floor and ew.
“Toilets,” says Bieste, pointing at the door that leads to them like he wouldn't actually know where they are - which, okay, given he didn't choose to start puking in there in the first place, he can kind of forgive her for that. He runs, slam,s through the door and throws a cubicle oppen before he can be sick again. Little specks of it miss - land on the seat and floor. Still, he decides not to beat himself up about it.
He retches until he's expelled as much of that from his gut as possible. Then he breaks into shivers, dry heaving into the bowl. He's sweating like a fucking elephant (does that even make sense?). A hand lands on his shoulder, and he jumps a fucking mile - Relax, he tells himself. It's just Coach Bieste. She hesitates until he finally relaxes, and stops being scared just by the touch.
“I'm really sorry, kid,” she says. “We should have - there are a couple of guys like that at every school, and no-one's ever really sure what to do with them. No-one thought they'd-”
“It's cool,” says Finn. It's probably not, but he's really not ready to think about that yet. He feels... kind of like he's in shock, and he'd kind of like to stay there, because he's got a feeling as soon as he comes out he's going to wind up throwing himself on the nearest road in front of a two ton truck. Which probably won't help much.
Bieste just gently rubs his shoulder, and it's pretty obvious she has no idea what to do. But Finn doesn't either, so it's hardly like he can blame her or anything.
Speaking of which.
“So, um-” he kneels and turns to look at her, coughing because there's still left over jizz in his throat, and fuck. “...what do we do? What do I do? Now? I don't understand...”
Bieste sighs sadly. “Right now? We need to get you to a hospital. Test for injuries, STIs, all that nasty stuff. Come on. I'll get you to the nurse's office; call an ambulance.”
He nods. He feels about ten, being told to go get a lollipop from the doctor like this, but he obeys - maybe she'll have actual lollipops? He tries to stand, but his legs are shaking so hard he winds up collapsing and banging his head on the cubicle wall. He just stays on his feet, but still. “Fuck.”
Bieste sighs and wraps an arm around his waist, letting him put his weight on her. He hopes she can't smell the come that's still on his chin - he tried to wipe it away, but he didn't do it very well.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “I'm like, really heavy...”
“It's okay,” she says easily, and reaches for the door.
“Wait,” he says. “Is there anyone...? I just, uh, I don't want people to see me like...”
Bieste winces, though she tries to hide it. “It's sixth period. They should be in class.”
Finn manages a one of Kurt's trademark eyebrow raises. “Dude. It's high school. No-one's ever in class.”
Bieste rolls her eyes. “Well, they should be,” she says. She checks outside the door. “The coast is clear.”
Finn nods and they dare to walk out.
“I guess that was why you were here in the first place?”
Finn bites his lip uncomfortably. “No, uh, I just-”
“Finn, it doesn't matter. Not after this.”
He bites his lip - which proves to be a bad idea, because it's all sore and swollen and sensitive. She might say that, but he's not sure. And he's gotten himself into so much trouble, and he doesn't want more.
*
“Jenny?”
Finn keeps behind Bieste slightly, arms wrapped around himself. He's stopped shaking enough to walk, but he's still pretty uncomfortable. He's pretty sure he's pulled something.
Mrs. Halverson looks up, seeming... worried. “Coach Bieste?” she asks. “Finn Hudson? What happened?”
Bieste throws a look back at him, but he can't - he can't say it. Not yet. His brain is still all over the place. Coach Bieste just sighs and turns back to the nurse.
“There was... an incident. Two of this guy's teammates... assaulted him. Sexually. We need to call an ambulance, or the police, but for now...”
Finn flinches at hearing it put into words - it's not exactly what he was scared she'd say (he's not even sure if that word is technically accurate; he's never looked it up), but it scares him. He's never been a hundred percent certain what an 'assault' even is, because he's heard it used in context for just about everything ever, but somehow he knows...
The nurse nods. “Okay. Of course. Go lie on the bed, Finn.”
Finn looks back at Bieste awkwardly, but she gives him the nod. He bites his lip, and slowly (his legs are still really cramped) walks to the bed in the other part of the office. The nurse follows him in, taking the seat next to it. Bieste lingers in the doorway.
“I'll go call an ambulance. And tell Figgins,” she says, and he flinches.
“Do you have to?” he asks. “'Cause, I'm not sure I want... Plus, that dude sort of seems to hate me for some reason, so I'm not sure it would really help.”
“Finn, he's an educator, I'm sure he doesn't hate you,” she says. “Or at least, if he does, he can't show it without the board tearing him a new one.”
“He tried to ban Tina's clothing 'cause he thought she was a vampire or something. He can be kinda unprofessional.”
“Finn, I have to. A sexual assault occurred against a student on school property; there are like... regulations. I'm sorry.”
She walks out, and Finn groans and leans back against the headboard. It's not good for his already-aching neck, but he ignores it. The nurse looks sympathetic.
“Are you injured?”
He shakes his head. “No. Not really. Well, like, bruises and stuff, but...” a dull throb of pain reminds him. “Oh, and Karofsky kind of stabbed me in the leg with a key.”
“Can you show me?” she asks. He hesitates.
“Do I have to?”
She purses her lips. “I know this must be difficult and uncomfortable, Finn, but I really do need to see if it's serious or not; make sure it doesn't get infected. So... yes.”
Finn bites his lip, but he obeys. He wriggles down the bed and rolls over. “It's on the downside of my thigh; the, uh...” he wants to identify which leg, but he can't really tell 'cause of the left and right thing. Think, Hudson. If you were reading, which side would it be on?
“I see it,” says Halverson, which is useful because even if he could identify which leg it was, it would be different from her point of view and they'd get confused. She pokes and prods the hole in the fabric, and he tenses. Relax, he tells himself. It's the nurse. She's trying to help.
“It doesn't look terrible,” she says. “It's a shallow cut. Still, could be troublesome if infected. Stay here; I need to go get some antiseptic and bandages. Don't turn back over.”
He lies there, face pressed against the pillow at an awkward angle, and he closes his eyes. He doesn't like lying here like this. He feels vulnerable and exposed, like anyone could come in and just-
He's shaking again, but at least this time he doesn't have to stand.
Mrs. Halverson walks back to him, tube and bandage in hand. “Here,” she says, screwing the top off. “Um,” she says, “I know this must be awkward for you, but could you remove your pants for a minute? I can't really put this on with them...”
Finn's head snaps up. “No!” he says, way too quick. “I... um... sorry, but I can't... Can you even have me do that? Won't you get in trouble? 'Cause you're not technically a teacher, but you're kind of close enough and there's gotta be rules against that.”
She sighs. “I'm a nurse, Finn. There are allowances. You could wait until you get to the hospital, but I thought this would be easier. However... I can understand your discomfort... You don't have to if you don't-”
“No, no, it's cool,” he says, breathing heavy. She looks disbelieving, but he can't freak out. If he freaks out now, then he's not going to survive this and that would suck.
He bites his lip and rolls onto his side, awkwardly fumbling with the zip on his jeans. He closes his eyes to keep himself together, then opens them again because not being able to see anything that's going on isn't actually really comforting.
Don't freak out, he tells himself. She's just helping. She's one of the good guys. You're one of the good guys. If you start freaking out around your fellow good guys, you'll fuck everything up more. They didn't even take off your clothes to do... what they did; there is not reason to go all trauma about this.
He slides his jeans down to his knees, just enough so she can actual get at the key-mark. He will not go further. “Just... could you do it quick?”
She nods, and he rolls back onto his stomach. He's suddenly struck by the urge to laugh - he went strutting down the hallway in his boxers, like he had nothing to be ashamed. That's how this started anyway. And now he's too scared to push his jeans all the way down for medical reasons. If anything, the plan worked.
He smothers the laugh against the pillow - because he's scared of what'll happen if they think he thinks this is funny. Maybe they'll think it wasn't really an attack, and he's just manipulating everyone for kicks?
Mrs. Halverson smears a little of the antiseptic on his cut, and he shivers. He tells himself it's just from the cold. Suddenly, she's pressing the bandage down, and fixing it in place. He doesn't even need to raise his leg.
“There. You can pull your pants up now.”
Finn frowns, and rolls over. He pulls his jeans up, and lies back against the bed. He feels like he should still be crying. Why isn't he crying?
Mrs. Halverson looks at him sadly. “Finn... can you tell me exactly what happened?” she asks. “I know they assaulted you, but... from the state of your clothing, and the lack of damage to your rectal area, I assume it did not progress to penetrative intercourse. Did it?”
“...I don't know what that means,” he admits.
“What I'm asking is - did they have anal sex with you, or not?”
Finn shakes his head hard. “No.” There's something about that sentence makes him squirm, more than it just not being true. It's just - have sex. Like if they had, it would have been normal and cool and, well, consensual.
Mrs. Halverson doesn't mean that, he knows. She's just trying to put things in words he'll, like, understand.
“So... what did they do to you?”
Finn bites his lip. “They... they made me blow them,” he admits.
“They forced you perform fellatio on them? Both of them?”
Finn doesn't know what fellatio is, it's probably the same as a blowjob, so he nods along. “Yeah,” he says, voice croaking. “Well, uh, I didn't so much perform anything with Azimio. I just kind of got held there while he stuck his cock down my...”
Mrs. Halverson nods. “Then... Karofsky?”
This could sound bad. “He wanted me to actually, like, do stuff. To get him off. And I - I guess I'd kind of stopped fighting back at that point, and just wanted... I just wanted to get over as quick as possible, y'know? So, um, I guess I - I just did some shit with my tongue. Get it over with. I didn't want to, I swear. I just needed...”
She looks weirdly thoughtful. “You stopped fighting back when it came to be Karofsky's turn?”
“I - I kind of stopped fighting back when I physically couldn't anymore.”
“But you did before that?”
“Yes!” he yells. “Dude, I fought back like, crazy hard - I didn't want-”
“I'm not questioning that, Finn,” she says. He's not sure he believes her. “Did you try calling for help?”
“I - uh... No, I guess.”
“Why not?”
“I just didn't think of it, okay!” he yells. “Back off!”
She sighs. “Okay. Finn, just relax until the ambulance gets here.”
He sighs, and stares. She said she wasn't questioning him... but that sounded a lot like it.
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 6/? - "Get Help."
Characters/Pairing: Finn, Ensemble.
Word Count: 3095
Rating: NC-17 overall; R for this chapter.
Summary: After the underwear incident, Karofsky and Azimio simply will not back off already when it comes to Finn. Things quickly go from bad to worse.
Spoilers: Up to 2x05, "The Rocky Horror Glee Show."
Warnings: Swearing, violent sexual assault , homophobia.
Author's Notes: Written for the glee_angst_meme, the prompt: "After the underwear incident, things get a whole lot worse for Finn. The football jocks won't stop taunting him, but it's worse than before: their comments get really sexual. Then they begin awkwardly touching him when they're alone. He wants to tell someone, but it isn't rape or anything so he figures he should just suck it up. And then Korafsky and Azimo corner him in the locker room and force him to give them head. They tell him he was asking for it, and he starts to believe it."And yeah... this plot was not really written to accommodate for yesterday's ep. Just imagine it as AU, if you like, although it shouldn't defy the ~big revelation~ too much anyway.
6: Get Help
She doesn't say anything. Karofsky's and Azimio's bodies stiffen slightly, but the don't say anything either - Finn flinches. He can't say or do anything - then he realizes. He has to start fighting back again, or else she might think...
He starts breathing fast, trying to pull his arms out of Azimio's grasp. “Stop. No. No. Let me go!”
Azimio just holds his wrists tighter, hard enough to bruise if they're not already - Finn's not sure. Finn struggles, and Karofsky shoots Azimio a warning look over his shoulder - something like dude, there's someone here. Azimio lets go. Finn tries to kick them away and get to his feet; he's cramped in all kinds of weird places and he stumbles, but he manages to make his way behind Coach Bieste. Yeah, he's hiding. He admits it.
Bieste looks backward, at him, and Finn suddenly flushes with shame. He tries to wipe the come off his chin with the back of his hand, for what little good it'll do. He tries not to, but lets out another sob by mistake. The Coach stares at him in shock, but turns back to Karofsky and Azimio after awhile. He can't see the look on her face.
“What are you doing?”
Karofsky and Azimio share a look - Finn can't decide whether they seem scared or not.
“Shit,” says Azimio. He sounds like he's been caught doing something a lot less evil than he was, Like he's just mildly worried; like the worst this can do is...
“Oh god,” says Karofsky. “Coach Bieste, please don't tell anyone about this. Okay, yeah, this is probably against a lot of school rules...”
School rules? What?
“Yeah, uh, we're sorry and all...” Azimio says, biting his lip. “This is just sort of something that happens. Uh, I dunno... Hudson likes it. Us. Well not really us because we're still assholes to him, but he likes getting us off, and... dude, Coach Bieste, we're teenage guys.”
Finn's eyes go wide, and his first impulse is to scream, but he winds up gagging on the come still caught in the back of his throat. They just - they cornered him in the boys' room, pinned him down, forced his mouth open and made him suck their dicks while he cried and begged them to stop, to just let go of him, and now they're talking about him like - like he's some kind of slut. Like he's their slut. And how...?
Bieste looks back and forth between Finn and the other two, looking disbelieving. “No way,” she says. “I just walked in on your two pinning him between your bodies, holding his arms back, before he started yelling and telling you to let him go - and you're trying to tell me this was somehow his idea.”
Finn lets out a small sigh of relief. She believed it. When he started telling them to back off, she believed...
Something about that makes his stomach churn. After all, he wasn't really fighting back before she came in - and if that's meant to be the proof he didn't want it, is someone going to think that means...?
Karofsky and Azimio share another look. “Coach Bieste, he's faking,” says Karofsky - it sounds weirdly realistic, which really doesn't help that sensation in Finn's stomach. “No-one wants to get found out as a cocksucker, after all.”
“Okay, trying to win creditability - you're going at it really badly,” says Coach Bieste.
Azimio actually has the guts to scoff - Finn wants to punch him in the face, but he's not going back to that side of the room. “Whatever,” he says. “You've got no proof, and we're leaving.”
“Like hell you are,” Bieste takes a step to the door, and Finn steps away not to be behind her anymore - because they're coming there, and... “I'm calling the cops.”
“No way,” Karofsky walks straight up to her. “Now get the hell out of our way, dyke.”
“You're staying right here,” Bieste says, giving Karofsky a slight shove for emphasis - Finn's not really sure she's allowed to do that, but shockingly, he doesn't care. There's a pause as Karofsky just stares.
And then he socks her in the face.
“Fuck!” cries Bieste, grasping her nose. Finn holds his breath, but Karofsky and Azimio just take advantage of the moment to run out the door. Finn thinks he hears laughter. Bieste looks like she wants to yell and tell them to come back, but she doesn't.
She looks at Finn. “You okay, kid?”
He barely understands the question. After a long moment, he says “N-no.”
Bieste sighs and her shoulders slump, and she looks like... she feels sorry for him. Somehow, that vague nausea turns into actual sickness - shit. He holds a hand to his mouth and struggles to hold it back as he looks around desperately for the trashcan. He finds it, and throws himself over it. Pukes. Little bits of white mix in with toast from this morning and the chicken-thing they have at lunch.
Once he finishes, he realizes vomiting here was kind of a bad idea - it's just a paper bin, with holes in the sides, so now his sick is oozing out onto the floor and ew.
“Toilets,” says Bieste, pointing at the door that leads to them like he wouldn't actually know where they are - which, okay, given he didn't choose to start puking in there in the first place, he can kind of forgive her for that. He runs, slam,s through the door and throws a cubicle oppen before he can be sick again. Little specks of it miss - land on the seat and floor. Still, he decides not to beat himself up about it.
He retches until he's expelled as much of that from his gut as possible. Then he breaks into shivers, dry heaving into the bowl. He's sweating like a fucking elephant (does that even make sense?). A hand lands on his shoulder, and he jumps a fucking mile - Relax, he tells himself. It's just Coach Bieste. She hesitates until he finally relaxes, and stops being scared just by the touch.
“I'm really sorry, kid,” she says. “We should have - there are a couple of guys like that at every school, and no-one's ever really sure what to do with them. No-one thought they'd-”
“It's cool,” says Finn. It's probably not, but he's really not ready to think about that yet. He feels... kind of like he's in shock, and he'd kind of like to stay there, because he's got a feeling as soon as he comes out he's going to wind up throwing himself on the nearest road in front of a two ton truck. Which probably won't help much.
Bieste just gently rubs his shoulder, and it's pretty obvious she has no idea what to do. But Finn doesn't either, so it's hardly like he can blame her or anything.
Speaking of which.
“So, um-” he kneels and turns to look at her, coughing because there's still left over jizz in his throat, and fuck. “...what do we do? What do I do? Now? I don't understand...”
Bieste sighs sadly. “Right now? We need to get you to a hospital. Test for injuries, STIs, all that nasty stuff. Come on. I'll get you to the nurse's office; call an ambulance.”
He nods. He feels about ten, being told to go get a lollipop from the doctor like this, but he obeys - maybe she'll have actual lollipops? He tries to stand, but his legs are shaking so hard he winds up collapsing and banging his head on the cubicle wall. He just stays on his feet, but still. “Fuck.”
Bieste sighs and wraps an arm around his waist, letting him put his weight on her. He hopes she can't smell the come that's still on his chin - he tried to wipe it away, but he didn't do it very well.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “I'm like, really heavy...”
“It's okay,” she says easily, and reaches for the door.
“Wait,” he says. “Is there anyone...? I just, uh, I don't want people to see me like...”
Bieste winces, though she tries to hide it. “It's sixth period. They should be in class.”
Finn manages a one of Kurt's trademark eyebrow raises. “Dude. It's high school. No-one's ever in class.”
Bieste rolls her eyes. “Well, they should be,” she says. She checks outside the door. “The coast is clear.”
Finn nods and they dare to walk out.
“I guess that was why you were here in the first place?”
Finn bites his lip uncomfortably. “No, uh, I just-”
“Finn, it doesn't matter. Not after this.”
He bites his lip - which proves to be a bad idea, because it's all sore and swollen and sensitive. She might say that, but he's not sure. And he's gotten himself into so much trouble, and he doesn't want more.
*
“Jenny?”
Finn keeps behind Bieste slightly, arms wrapped around himself. He's stopped shaking enough to walk, but he's still pretty uncomfortable. He's pretty sure he's pulled something.
Mrs. Halverson looks up, seeming... worried. “Coach Bieste?” she asks. “Finn Hudson? What happened?”
Bieste throws a look back at him, but he can't - he can't say it. Not yet. His brain is still all over the place. Coach Bieste just sighs and turns back to the nurse.
“There was... an incident. Two of this guy's teammates... assaulted him. Sexually. We need to call an ambulance, or the police, but for now...”
Finn flinches at hearing it put into words - it's not exactly what he was scared she'd say (he's not even sure if that word is technically accurate; he's never looked it up), but it scares him. He's never been a hundred percent certain what an 'assault' even is, because he's heard it used in context for just about everything ever, but somehow he knows...
The nurse nods. “Okay. Of course. Go lie on the bed, Finn.”
Finn looks back at Bieste awkwardly, but she gives him the nod. He bites his lip, and slowly (his legs are still really cramped) walks to the bed in the other part of the office. The nurse follows him in, taking the seat next to it. Bieste lingers in the doorway.
“I'll go call an ambulance. And tell Figgins,” she says, and he flinches.
“Do you have to?” he asks. “'Cause, I'm not sure I want... Plus, that dude sort of seems to hate me for some reason, so I'm not sure it would really help.”
“Finn, he's an educator, I'm sure he doesn't hate you,” she says. “Or at least, if he does, he can't show it without the board tearing him a new one.”
“He tried to ban Tina's clothing 'cause he thought she was a vampire or something. He can be kinda unprofessional.”
“Finn, I have to. A sexual assault occurred against a student on school property; there are like... regulations. I'm sorry.”
She walks out, and Finn groans and leans back against the headboard. It's not good for his already-aching neck, but he ignores it. The nurse looks sympathetic.
“Are you injured?”
He shakes his head. “No. Not really. Well, like, bruises and stuff, but...” a dull throb of pain reminds him. “Oh, and Karofsky kind of stabbed me in the leg with a key.”
“Can you show me?” she asks. He hesitates.
“Do I have to?”
She purses her lips. “I know this must be difficult and uncomfortable, Finn, but I really do need to see if it's serious or not; make sure it doesn't get infected. So... yes.”
Finn bites his lip, but he obeys. He wriggles down the bed and rolls over. “It's on the downside of my thigh; the, uh...” he wants to identify which leg, but he can't really tell 'cause of the left and right thing. Think, Hudson. If you were reading, which side would it be on?
“I see it,” says Halverson, which is useful because even if he could identify which leg it was, it would be different from her point of view and they'd get confused. She pokes and prods the hole in the fabric, and he tenses. Relax, he tells himself. It's the nurse. She's trying to help.
“It doesn't look terrible,” she says. “It's a shallow cut. Still, could be troublesome if infected. Stay here; I need to go get some antiseptic and bandages. Don't turn back over.”
He lies there, face pressed against the pillow at an awkward angle, and he closes his eyes. He doesn't like lying here like this. He feels vulnerable and exposed, like anyone could come in and just-
He's shaking again, but at least this time he doesn't have to stand.
Mrs. Halverson walks back to him, tube and bandage in hand. “Here,” she says, screwing the top off. “Um,” she says, “I know this must be awkward for you, but could you remove your pants for a minute? I can't really put this on with them...”
Finn's head snaps up. “No!” he says, way too quick. “I... um... sorry, but I can't... Can you even have me do that? Won't you get in trouble? 'Cause you're not technically a teacher, but you're kind of close enough and there's gotta be rules against that.”
She sighs. “I'm a nurse, Finn. There are allowances. You could wait until you get to the hospital, but I thought this would be easier. However... I can understand your discomfort... You don't have to if you don't-”
“No, no, it's cool,” he says, breathing heavy. She looks disbelieving, but he can't freak out. If he freaks out now, then he's not going to survive this and that would suck.
He bites his lip and rolls onto his side, awkwardly fumbling with the zip on his jeans. He closes his eyes to keep himself together, then opens them again because not being able to see anything that's going on isn't actually really comforting.
Don't freak out, he tells himself. She's just helping. She's one of the good guys. You're one of the good guys. If you start freaking out around your fellow good guys, you'll fuck everything up more. They didn't even take off your clothes to do... what they did; there is not reason to go all trauma about this.
He slides his jeans down to his knees, just enough so she can actual get at the key-mark. He will not go further. “Just... could you do it quick?”
She nods, and he rolls back onto his stomach. He's suddenly struck by the urge to laugh - he went strutting down the hallway in his boxers, like he had nothing to be ashamed. That's how this started anyway. And now he's too scared to push his jeans all the way down for medical reasons. If anything, the plan worked.
He smothers the laugh against the pillow - because he's scared of what'll happen if they think he thinks this is funny. Maybe they'll think it wasn't really an attack, and he's just manipulating everyone for kicks?
Mrs. Halverson smears a little of the antiseptic on his cut, and he shivers. He tells himself it's just from the cold. Suddenly, she's pressing the bandage down, and fixing it in place. He doesn't even need to raise his leg.
“There. You can pull your pants up now.”
Finn frowns, and rolls over. He pulls his jeans up, and lies back against the bed. He feels like he should still be crying. Why isn't he crying?
Mrs. Halverson looks at him sadly. “Finn... can you tell me exactly what happened?” she asks. “I know they assaulted you, but... from the state of your clothing, and the lack of damage to your rectal area, I assume it did not progress to penetrative intercourse. Did it?”
“...I don't know what that means,” he admits.
“What I'm asking is - did they have anal sex with you, or not?”
Finn shakes his head hard. “No.” There's something about that sentence makes him squirm, more than it just not being true. It's just - have sex. Like if they had, it would have been normal and cool and, well, consensual.
Mrs. Halverson doesn't mean that, he knows. She's just trying to put things in words he'll, like, understand.
“So... what did they do to you?”
Finn bites his lip. “They... they made me blow them,” he admits.
“They forced you perform fellatio on them? Both of them?”
Finn doesn't know what fellatio is, it's probably the same as a blowjob, so he nods along. “Yeah,” he says, voice croaking. “Well, uh, I didn't so much perform anything with Azimio. I just kind of got held there while he stuck his cock down my...”
Mrs. Halverson nods. “Then... Karofsky?”
This could sound bad. “He wanted me to actually, like, do stuff. To get him off. And I - I guess I'd kind of stopped fighting back at that point, and just wanted... I just wanted to get over as quick as possible, y'know? So, um, I guess I - I just did some shit with my tongue. Get it over with. I didn't want to, I swear. I just needed...”
She looks weirdly thoughtful. “You stopped fighting back when it came to be Karofsky's turn?”
“I - I kind of stopped fighting back when I physically couldn't anymore.”
“But you did before that?”
“Yes!” he yells. “Dude, I fought back like, crazy hard - I didn't want-”
“I'm not questioning that, Finn,” she says. He's not sure he believes her. “Did you try calling for help?”
“I - uh... No, I guess.”
“Why not?”
“I just didn't think of it, okay!” he yells. “Back off!”
She sighs. “Okay. Finn, just relax until the ambulance gets here.”
He sighs, and stares. She said she wasn't questioning him... but that sounded a lot like it.