Fic: Shut Your Mouth (Finn, Ensemble) R (7/?)
Title: Shut Your Mouth
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 7/? - "Tell the Truth."
Characters/Pairing: Finn, Ensemble.
Word Count: 2295
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, sexual assault , homophobia, rape apologism.
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."
7: The The Truth
“...I'm going to let you repeat that question, so I can make sure I heard it right - because I'm pretty sure I didn't just then.”
Figgins sighs. “Shannon, don't be obtuse. I was asking a question, now please answer: how can you be certain the incident was non-consensual?”
She gapes at him. “Uh, let's check. He had two guys forcibly holding him still, pinning him down. He's all scratched and bruised. He told them to let him go-”
“After you entered the room,” says Figgins. “It's entirely possible he was just stopping because someone had entered - that, or he was trying to fool you into thinking it was a sexual assault, so he wouldn't get in trouble.”
“Who the hell fakes being practically raped just so they don't get an awkward trip to the principal's office and an unwanted outing? Seriously? That's your most plausible theory?”
“Finn Hudson is already on probation for acting indecently at school,” Figgins says. “If the encounter was consensual, I have half a mind to expel him for it! That's reason enough to fake something.”
“Figgins, he was crying,” says Shannon. “He could barely walk. No-one winds up like that from...”
“Rough and rape are not the same thing, Shannon; I'd thought you'd know better than that. They're teenagers! They experiment with their sexuality, and often do things they don't quite understand the consequences of - Finn Hudson would hardly be the first boy to fulfill his fantasies in a situation that could be construed as somewhat dubious.”
“Figgins, this is insane,” says Bieste. “The kid is terrified, okay? I know Finn Hudson, and he's not a good enough liar for this. They attacked him, that simple.”
“Shannon, I know this is an emotional issue,” says Figgins, “But you have to look at it objectively. We have no solid proof either way! And in such a circumstance, we do have to remember the presumption of innocence - David Karofsky and Azimio Adams can't be punished for such a crime until it has been proven, and it is Hudson's responsibility to do that, not their responsibility to prove their innocence.”
“I'm proving that! I know what I saw,” she says. “And haven't you been paying attention? Azimio and Karofsky have treated Finn like shit as long as I've been here; I'll admit, I kind of turned a blind eye when it happened at football, 'cause that happens a lot on sports teams and if I tried to fix every single thing, we'd never get anything done. So yeah, I guess I let it get to this point, and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry for that. But I am trying now, and you're not - c'mon, haven't you been paying attention since the whole underwear thing? The dildos in the locker? Can you really say you don't see them taking out just how little they think of him sexually?”
Figgins just stares at her for a long moment. “You feel guilty. You're scared that you may have allowed something horrible to happen,” he says. “But you have to remain professional about this. There is simply no proof that this was genuinely attack and not just misguided sexual experimentation, and until there is I can do nothing! It is that simple.”
Bieste really just wants to bang her head against the wall.
“Are you paying any attention to what I'm saying at all? Are you even trying to remember the situation we're in?” she asks. “A student is in trouble. He wasn't okay with this and deep down you know it, you just don't want to become the school that let this happen. And until then-
She gets distracted by the flash of lights out the window. Not just any lights (getting distracted by any lights at all in the middle of a conversation wouldn't say much for her position as an educator) - they're blue and red, attached to a white medical vehicle.
“Ambulance's here,” she says.
*
Really, when Finn winds up in the hospital he feels like he's wasting their time. He describes what happened - in a bit more detail than he'd like, actually - and they nod along. They check thoroughly, and don't find any significant injuries, even on the inside of his throat - Finn guesses he should be grateful for that, but he thinks the doctors are looking at him suspiciously when they figure that out, and that makes him squirm. They order tests for STDs (and that makes Finn's heart start doing the can-can), although they explain the scenario probably isn't particularly high risk for a sexual assault, due to the assault being performed orally and the lack of lacerations.
Yeah, that's mostly a direct quote. He doesn't understand what it means, but he feels too uncomfortable to ask. He just sort of jumps on the fact he's less likely to get AIDS and die from what they did to him, and tries to be grateful for that.
Oh, and they also give him a lollipop. Yeah, it makes him feel about ten, but it also kind of also replaces the taste of come in his mouth - which is reassuring.
When his mom comes in, she looks like he's been crying. “Oh baby!” she cries before running into his arms, practically crushing him. Still, the touch is comforting, and he returns the hug as best he can.
“Hi Mom,” he says. She sniffles and pulls back.
“Oh god, what happened?” she asks. “I mean, the school called me and told me it was a... sexual assault,” she bites her lip on the words, and looks like she's just hoping he'll understand what she means. He gets the general gist. “I don't know details though. Are you hurt?”
Well, duh, he thinks, but she probably doesn't mean the fact he feels like all ashamed and dirty and screwed-up. “Oh, uh, not really. I mean, bruises and scratches and stuff. And they're running tests for like, infections or whatever. And I feel like shit, but there's no major physical injuries, so...”
Mom gives a small sob. “Infections,” she says. Suddenly, she's back to hugging him. “Oh god, Finn, why didn't you tell me?” she cries.
He blinks. “I - I didn't know this was going to-” he can't quite talk. “And after, I mean, I didn't get much of a choice - they called the ambulance and I guess they called you - so I couldn't-”
“Honey, that's not what I mean,” says Mom. “I just... when you told me about those two, and the thing with your locker, I just thought they were... bullies. Like any high school. I didn't know they were... Finn, why didn't you just tell me how bad it was?”
He hesitates. “I - I didn't want you to worry,” he says. “I didn't think it was - I mean, I thought what they were doing wasn't so bad, y'know? I - I'm sorry, Mom.”
“Oh sweetheart, it's not your fault.” She holds him tighter, but given what she just said... he can't help but wonder how true that is.
Did he - did he just let it slide, when he shouldn't have? He was feeling really uncomfortable with their crap. He wasn't telling anyone about how bad things were getting because he didn't want them worrying about him, and... he kind of thought he was making a bigger deal out of it than he needed to. Because never in his wildest imagination or most freaked out moments, could he even think of them taking it this far. He'd known Karofsky since elementary school! He's never liked the guy, but...
...Did he somehow let this happen, just because he didn't really stop it?
He doesn't say any of this to his mom, because she's already practically sobbing into his neck and he doesn't want to make things worse. He also does his best not to cry along with her, for... some reason.
After awhile, she cools down and pulls back again. “Look at me. Crying like this is all about me. Sorry.” He's not sure if she's cracking a joke to try and make things less painful, or genuinely saying how much she sucks, and hence he's not sure how to respond - smile at the joke or tell her she doesn't suck; she's his mom. So he doesn't do anything, really, and she sighs. “Do you want to just... go home? Can you? I mean, do they need to keep you in here for... observation, or something?”
He shakes his head fast. “N-no. I mean, I think they said... those tests will take a few days, and I'm not really injured, so I don't actually have much reason to be kept here. I'm pretty sure they'd let me go quick if you nagged,” he says. “I... I'd like to go home. I just sort of need to get my clothes.”
Mom looks weirdly surprised. “You have your clothes? I mean... those two boys; they didn't damage your clothing... tear it off or anything?”
Finn shakes his head again. “No - they didn't-” his voice falters, and turns into more of a whisper. “They didn't have to take my clothes off.”
She doesn't ask him for details, thank god.
*
They go home, and she makes him soup. Chicken noodle, very obviously see-through - he doesn't think he could handle eating/drinking (which one is it with soup?) a solid liquid right now, as dumb as that must sound.
She just lets him cuddle up to her on the couch for awhile. He thinks she expects him to cry, but he doesn't.
Then her phone rings.
She seems confused, and then shoots him an apologetic look. He shrugs and nods, as if to say it's cool, Mom; I won't go crazy if you talk to someone else on the phone for five minutes. So she answers.
“Hello?”
Finn looks on curiously, as a worried look starts to settle over his mom's face, and she stands up. “Honey, slow down, I can't understand...”
Whoever-it-is clearly does, and says something that makes Mom gasp. “Kurt, how do you even know about...?”
Suddenly, he sees his mom's face flush with pure rage. “That son of a bitch,” she spits, and it honestly makes Finn jump. He like never sees Mom like that. “How can he even...?”
Kurt says something, and Mom flashes Finn a look, which makes Finn's stomach churn. “I - it's not really something I can - I mean, he hasn't told me... and I couldn't tell you on the phone; I just... couldn't.” She pauses, and Finn tries hard to catch her eye - it doesn't work. “Talk to your dad. We'll meet up and... but I can't, not like this. I'm sorry.”
She hangs up. Finn stares at her. “So?”
She sighs. “That was Kurt.”
He shrugs. “I kinda figured,” he says. “So... what is it?”
She sits back down on the couch next to him. “...I'd tell you you might want to sit down for this, but hey,” he makes a gesture.
“Mom.”
She looks anxious. “Finn... do you know a kid called Jacob Ben Israel?”
Finn blinks. “Uh. Yeah. He's like, a nerd, and he follows everything that goes on at our school like crazy - he's kind of obsessed with Rachel, too. Why?”
Mom bites her lip. “Kurt just told me... apparently that kid had cameras set up just outside the boys locker room. He got photos... of them leaving, and you having to come out with Coach Bieste's help, and with... um... your face...” she doesn't seem to quite know how to say that, but he gets it. Much as he wishes he didn't. “Apparently, he hasn't said much to direct speculation - yet - so everyone's doing it themselves, and it's pretty clear something sexual happened there. Kurt saw the pictures - apparently he couldn't help but not - and knew if something happened, you wouldn't of consented, so he called... He was scared...”
Finn shakes his head. “No,” he says. “No. This isn't happening.”
“Baby-”
He shakes off her attempt to comfort him, and jumps to his feet. Because no. Who would...?
Jewfro has always been a slimy creep with some kind of thing - Rachel called it an 'entitlement complex'. The guy used Quinn's pregnancy to blackmail Rachel for her panties, and then ran the goddamn story anyway. Finn knows that. But he somehow never imagined...
He hasn't thought much about telling people, but he always sort of assumed he'd have to think about it. It'd be his choice. And now... it's not?
“Finn, it's going to be okay,” says Mom, standing up and making her way towards him.
Two guys he hates cornered him in the locker room, pinned him down and forced him to give them head, and now the resident creep is spreading the story for kicks, so -
“...How?” he asks.
She sighs and wraps her arms around him, but doesn't answer the question. “It's going to be okay,” she repeats again and again, and he cries. He finally fucking cries.
It's not going to be okay. He knows that. He's not in shock anymore - he really wishes he was.
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 7/? - "Tell the Truth."
Characters/Pairing: Finn, Ensemble.
Word Count: 2295
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, sexual assault , homophobia, rape apologism.
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."
7: The The Truth
“...I'm going to let you repeat that question, so I can make sure I heard it right - because I'm pretty sure I didn't just then.”
Figgins sighs. “Shannon, don't be obtuse. I was asking a question, now please answer: how can you be certain the incident was non-consensual?”
She gapes at him. “Uh, let's check. He had two guys forcibly holding him still, pinning him down. He's all scratched and bruised. He told them to let him go-”
“After you entered the room,” says Figgins. “It's entirely possible he was just stopping because someone had entered - that, or he was trying to fool you into thinking it was a sexual assault, so he wouldn't get in trouble.”
“Who the hell fakes being practically raped just so they don't get an awkward trip to the principal's office and an unwanted outing? Seriously? That's your most plausible theory?”
“Finn Hudson is already on probation for acting indecently at school,” Figgins says. “If the encounter was consensual, I have half a mind to expel him for it! That's reason enough to fake something.”
“Figgins, he was crying,” says Shannon. “He could barely walk. No-one winds up like that from...”
“Rough and rape are not the same thing, Shannon; I'd thought you'd know better than that. They're teenagers! They experiment with their sexuality, and often do things they don't quite understand the consequences of - Finn Hudson would hardly be the first boy to fulfill his fantasies in a situation that could be construed as somewhat dubious.”
“Figgins, this is insane,” says Bieste. “The kid is terrified, okay? I know Finn Hudson, and he's not a good enough liar for this. They attacked him, that simple.”
“Shannon, I know this is an emotional issue,” says Figgins, “But you have to look at it objectively. We have no solid proof either way! And in such a circumstance, we do have to remember the presumption of innocence - David Karofsky and Azimio Adams can't be punished for such a crime until it has been proven, and it is Hudson's responsibility to do that, not their responsibility to prove their innocence.”
“I'm proving that! I know what I saw,” she says. “And haven't you been paying attention? Azimio and Karofsky have treated Finn like shit as long as I've been here; I'll admit, I kind of turned a blind eye when it happened at football, 'cause that happens a lot on sports teams and if I tried to fix every single thing, we'd never get anything done. So yeah, I guess I let it get to this point, and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry for that. But I am trying now, and you're not - c'mon, haven't you been paying attention since the whole underwear thing? The dildos in the locker? Can you really say you don't see them taking out just how little they think of him sexually?”
Figgins just stares at her for a long moment. “You feel guilty. You're scared that you may have allowed something horrible to happen,” he says. “But you have to remain professional about this. There is simply no proof that this was genuinely attack and not just misguided sexual experimentation, and until there is I can do nothing! It is that simple.”
Bieste really just wants to bang her head against the wall.
“Are you paying any attention to what I'm saying at all? Are you even trying to remember the situation we're in?” she asks. “A student is in trouble. He wasn't okay with this and deep down you know it, you just don't want to become the school that let this happen. And until then-
She gets distracted by the flash of lights out the window. Not just any lights (getting distracted by any lights at all in the middle of a conversation wouldn't say much for her position as an educator) - they're blue and red, attached to a white medical vehicle.
“Ambulance's here,” she says.
*
Really, when Finn winds up in the hospital he feels like he's wasting their time. He describes what happened - in a bit more detail than he'd like, actually - and they nod along. They check thoroughly, and don't find any significant injuries, even on the inside of his throat - Finn guesses he should be grateful for that, but he thinks the doctors are looking at him suspiciously when they figure that out, and that makes him squirm. They order tests for STDs (and that makes Finn's heart start doing the can-can), although they explain the scenario probably isn't particularly high risk for a sexual assault, due to the assault being performed orally and the lack of lacerations.
Yeah, that's mostly a direct quote. He doesn't understand what it means, but he feels too uncomfortable to ask. He just sort of jumps on the fact he's less likely to get AIDS and die from what they did to him, and tries to be grateful for that.
Oh, and they also give him a lollipop. Yeah, it makes him feel about ten, but it also kind of also replaces the taste of come in his mouth - which is reassuring.
When his mom comes in, she looks like he's been crying. “Oh baby!” she cries before running into his arms, practically crushing him. Still, the touch is comforting, and he returns the hug as best he can.
“Hi Mom,” he says. She sniffles and pulls back.
“Oh god, what happened?” she asks. “I mean, the school called me and told me it was a... sexual assault,” she bites her lip on the words, and looks like she's just hoping he'll understand what she means. He gets the general gist. “I don't know details though. Are you hurt?”
Well, duh, he thinks, but she probably doesn't mean the fact he feels like all ashamed and dirty and screwed-up. “Oh, uh, not really. I mean, bruises and scratches and stuff. And they're running tests for like, infections or whatever. And I feel like shit, but there's no major physical injuries, so...”
Mom gives a small sob. “Infections,” she says. Suddenly, she's back to hugging him. “Oh god, Finn, why didn't you tell me?” she cries.
He blinks. “I - I didn't know this was going to-” he can't quite talk. “And after, I mean, I didn't get much of a choice - they called the ambulance and I guess they called you - so I couldn't-”
“Honey, that's not what I mean,” says Mom. “I just... when you told me about those two, and the thing with your locker, I just thought they were... bullies. Like any high school. I didn't know they were... Finn, why didn't you just tell me how bad it was?”
He hesitates. “I - I didn't want you to worry,” he says. “I didn't think it was - I mean, I thought what they were doing wasn't so bad, y'know? I - I'm sorry, Mom.”
“Oh sweetheart, it's not your fault.” She holds him tighter, but given what she just said... he can't help but wonder how true that is.
Did he - did he just let it slide, when he shouldn't have? He was feeling really uncomfortable with their crap. He wasn't telling anyone about how bad things were getting because he didn't want them worrying about him, and... he kind of thought he was making a bigger deal out of it than he needed to. Because never in his wildest imagination or most freaked out moments, could he even think of them taking it this far. He'd known Karofsky since elementary school! He's never liked the guy, but...
...Did he somehow let this happen, just because he didn't really stop it?
He doesn't say any of this to his mom, because she's already practically sobbing into his neck and he doesn't want to make things worse. He also does his best not to cry along with her, for... some reason.
After awhile, she cools down and pulls back again. “Look at me. Crying like this is all about me. Sorry.” He's not sure if she's cracking a joke to try and make things less painful, or genuinely saying how much she sucks, and hence he's not sure how to respond - smile at the joke or tell her she doesn't suck; she's his mom. So he doesn't do anything, really, and she sighs. “Do you want to just... go home? Can you? I mean, do they need to keep you in here for... observation, or something?”
He shakes his head fast. “N-no. I mean, I think they said... those tests will take a few days, and I'm not really injured, so I don't actually have much reason to be kept here. I'm pretty sure they'd let me go quick if you nagged,” he says. “I... I'd like to go home. I just sort of need to get my clothes.”
Mom looks weirdly surprised. “You have your clothes? I mean... those two boys; they didn't damage your clothing... tear it off or anything?”
Finn shakes his head again. “No - they didn't-” his voice falters, and turns into more of a whisper. “They didn't have to take my clothes off.”
She doesn't ask him for details, thank god.
*
They go home, and she makes him soup. Chicken noodle, very obviously see-through - he doesn't think he could handle eating/drinking (which one is it with soup?) a solid liquid right now, as dumb as that must sound.
She just lets him cuddle up to her on the couch for awhile. He thinks she expects him to cry, but he doesn't.
Then her phone rings.
She seems confused, and then shoots him an apologetic look. He shrugs and nods, as if to say it's cool, Mom; I won't go crazy if you talk to someone else on the phone for five minutes. So she answers.
“Hello?”
Finn looks on curiously, as a worried look starts to settle over his mom's face, and she stands up. “Honey, slow down, I can't understand...”
Whoever-it-is clearly does, and says something that makes Mom gasp. “Kurt, how do you even know about...?”
Suddenly, he sees his mom's face flush with pure rage. “That son of a bitch,” she spits, and it honestly makes Finn jump. He like never sees Mom like that. “How can he even...?”
Kurt says something, and Mom flashes Finn a look, which makes Finn's stomach churn. “I - it's not really something I can - I mean, he hasn't told me... and I couldn't tell you on the phone; I just... couldn't.” She pauses, and Finn tries hard to catch her eye - it doesn't work. “Talk to your dad. We'll meet up and... but I can't, not like this. I'm sorry.”
She hangs up. Finn stares at her. “So?”
She sighs. “That was Kurt.”
He shrugs. “I kinda figured,” he says. “So... what is it?”
She sits back down on the couch next to him. “...I'd tell you you might want to sit down for this, but hey,” he makes a gesture.
“Mom.”
She looks anxious. “Finn... do you know a kid called Jacob Ben Israel?”
Finn blinks. “Uh. Yeah. He's like, a nerd, and he follows everything that goes on at our school like crazy - he's kind of obsessed with Rachel, too. Why?”
Mom bites her lip. “Kurt just told me... apparently that kid had cameras set up just outside the boys locker room. He got photos... of them leaving, and you having to come out with Coach Bieste's help, and with... um... your face...” she doesn't seem to quite know how to say that, but he gets it. Much as he wishes he didn't. “Apparently, he hasn't said much to direct speculation - yet - so everyone's doing it themselves, and it's pretty clear something sexual happened there. Kurt saw the pictures - apparently he couldn't help but not - and knew if something happened, you wouldn't of consented, so he called... He was scared...”
Finn shakes his head. “No,” he says. “No. This isn't happening.”
“Baby-”
He shakes off her attempt to comfort him, and jumps to his feet. Because no. Who would...?
Jewfro has always been a slimy creep with some kind of thing - Rachel called it an 'entitlement complex'. The guy used Quinn's pregnancy to blackmail Rachel for her panties, and then ran the goddamn story anyway. Finn knows that. But he somehow never imagined...
He hasn't thought much about telling people, but he always sort of assumed he'd have to think about it. It'd be his choice. And now... it's not?
“Finn, it's going to be okay,” says Mom, standing up and making her way towards him.
Two guys he hates cornered him in the locker room, pinned him down and forced him to give them head, and now the resident creep is spreading the story for kicks, so -
“...How?” he asks.
She sighs and wraps her arms around him, but doesn't answer the question. “It's going to be okay,” she repeats again and again, and he cries. He finally fucking cries.
It's not going to be okay. He knows that. He's not in shock anymore - he really wishes he was.