Fic: I Hate the Dentist (Kurt/Finn) PG-13 (6/?)
Title: I Hate the Dentist
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 6/? - "Smart, Secret, Support."
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1855
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). And Rachel fans -- she acts pretty insensitive in this chapter. It will get better later.
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.
5: Secret, Smart, Support
When they return to school, everyone tries their best to keep things as normal. Finn doesn't want anyone to know and so they try to respect that; they stay quiet, try and keep their concern to vague glances and only ask him if he's okay when they're well out of everyone's earshot. Kurt doesn't want to admit how much this keeping-it-secret thing has to do with the keeping-him-out-of-jail, but he can't help it. He's still scared.
Anyway, this works out pretty well for the first few days - everyone seems normal and happy, and blissfully unaware of what's going on. Sure, some of Finn's behavior incurs strange looks, but it's not like anyone will ever guess what's really motivating it. Idiots.
It works until Wednesday, when the Cheerios have their first practice and Kurt gets bundled into a conversation with Brittany and Santana.
“That party was awesome,” Brittany says enthusiastically. “Puck hasn't even noticed that I took his fish.”
“It was pretty cool. I knew where my underwear was and everything,” Santana says. Kurt's stomach starts churning, but he forces a smile to his face anyway. For Finn's sake. “It was okay. For Puck, anyway.”
Brittany looks confused. “Don't you live with Finn?”
An all-too-familiar feeling of dread starts settling in Kurt's gut. It's shown up much to often in the last week. “What?” he asks dumbly. “Yeah. So?”
Brittany shrugs uncomfortably. “My cousin said he saw Finn at the hospital after that night. He came in reporting his thing; you know, they had to do the physical exam and blood tests; apparently someone had dumped GHB in his drink and done something to him. Didn't that kind of wreck the party for your family?”
Brittany speaks too loudly, and everyone hears. Up to and including Coach Sylvester. They all stare, as Kurt gapes, desperately wracking his brains for some kind of explanation. For Finn's sake. Santana's eyes go wide, and she grabs Brittany's arm roughly.
“Britt!” she shrieks, probably louder than she meant to, and Kurt is suddenly struck by the thought that this might be least composed he's ever seen her. “You said your cousin worked in the sexual assault department thing!”
Brittany just blinks. “Yeah. He does. So didn't that kind of wreck the party for you guys? Unless, he like, didn't tell you, but my cousin said his family was there...”
This can't be happening. The Cheerios just stare, faces full of shock and disbelief and - oh god - suspicion. Kurt knows it's probably due to their own prejudice, but it's a painful reminder of what really happened.
“I...” he still doesn't have an answer. “Yeah, I was just trying to blend into the conversation. Because Finn wanted to keep it secret.”
“Well, that's kind of shot to hell now,” Santana says, bitchy and angry, and yeah, she's back. “Has no-one ever told you you're a fucking idiot, Britt?”
Brittany looks down. “Sorry,” she mumbles, although it's pretty obvious that she still doesn't get what she did wrong.
He wants to be angry at her. He really does. And the back of his head, he's screaming: How could you? You moron! You stupid, selfish idiot! Do you have any idea what this will do to Finn? To me? To everyone? What is wrong with you?
But he can't do it. It's like being angry at a kitten, for christ's sake. The girl might be legally retarded - legally makes that thought okay; he doesn't have to avoid Becky's eyes - but that just makes it damn near impossible to make her take responsibility for anything. He doesn't think she knew how badly she was fucking things up by just saying that in front of everyone, and hence he is left with no-one to be mad at. Except himself, obviously, but he's been doing that so much lately that it makes no difference.
“It's okay,” he says. She shakes her head.
“No it isn't. You're about to cry,” she says, and only then he notices the tears that are forming in his eyes. Dammit.
“Well of course it isn't. But I'm not mad at you,” he says.
“Attention, DeCheerios! We have practice!” Sylvester calls, even though the girls are all still staring at Kurt. However, he has never been so thankful for the woman's insanity.
*
The school is abuzz when they return on Wednesday. Tina hears Finn's name about a million times, and no-one quite reaches his eyes, so a feeling of dread settles in her gut. She isolates Kurt and Puck just before first period, who are arguing.
“What's going on?” she asks. Kurt sighs, sounding weary.
“Turns out, Britt-Britt's cousin works at the hospital. Sexual assault unit. He was one of the people who had to... attend to Finn. Do not ask me how anyone with that girl's genetics was allowed to work at a hospital; contemplating the thought fills me with a sense of abject terror. Anyway, he told her Finn showed up - which I think there must be some kind of rule against, and how does Brittany's cousin even know who Finn is? - and she's an idiot, so she said that to me at practice. In front of every single Cheerio, and Coach Sylvester. Word spreads; everybody knows now.”
“Yeah, because you didn't shut her up,” Puck says. “You know Brittany. It's everyone's responsibility to make sure she stays quiet when she's about to be retarded and fuck everything up.”
Kurt sighs again. “Tina, would you please inform him that I do not have mind controlling powers, nor would any sort of physical prevention of her speaking last very long, or avoid arousing suspicion? There is only so much I am capable of.”
“God, you guys!” she says. “Are you really so determined to hate each other that you're going to fight over this?”
They look sheepish. “Sorry T,” Puck eventually mumbles.
“That's better,” she says. “Have you told Finn?”
“Told him what, exactly?” Kurt snaps, with an expression that's half-way between angry and terrified.
“What?”
“Nothing. Forget it,” he breathes deeply. “No, I haven't told him. I probably should have last night, but... I knew he'd freak, and I didn't want that.”
“And you don't think it will be worse when he comes back and he's the word on everyone's lips?”
“Fair point,” says Kurt. “I'm a fucking idiot.”
She's about to refute that when the man of the hour, one Finn Hudson, approaches them. “Hey guys,” he says, his voice almost shattered with nerves. “What's going on? No-one is looking at me...”
Kurt, Puck and Tina stare at each other uncomfortably for at least a decade. It would be hilariously awkward if it wasn't so horrible.
Tina is the one who turns back to Finn eventually, biting her lip. “Finn, please don't freak out,” she says.
Which is probably sealing their fates that he will freak out.
“Look... one of the people, the doctors at the hospital? It was Brittany's cousin?”
“Kyle?” Finn asks. “Yeah, I know him. Me and Britt were really close in middle school; the guy is cool. They're really close too, and he was really comforting when I was there. But what does that have to do with...?”
Tina sighs. “Finn, he told Brittany you were there. And, in one of those moments of intelligence we all know and love her for, she sort of... said it front of all the Cheerios. And word spread. Everyone... kind of knows.”
Finn looks like he's going to cry. “But... But I... I didn't want anyone to know.”
Tina shrugs uncomfortably. “I'm sorry,” she says, and Kurt looks away, ashamed.
“Hey, if anyone gives you shit about it, I promise to beat them up. Okay?” Puck gives Finn a slap on the shoulder to punctuate, but it doesn't make Finn look much better.
“Okay,” he mumbles.
“Look, we have first period Bio. Together, right?” Tina says. “I'll sit with you. You can copy my answers for the questions I know you didn't do... or, you could, if I had done them either. But just... I'll hang around, for now?” she grabs his hand and gives it a comforting squeeze, and afterward they linger, still holding hands.
“Alright,” he says. They walk off.
“This is so unfair,” Puck mutters. “I can't even make fun of him for holding hands with the nerd girl.”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Poor you.”
*
To call Glee rehearsal awkward would be like calling Rachel loud, or Brittany dim. Technically accurate, but not really covering the scope of the situation.
It's when Mr. Schue has faltered midway through his speech for the fifth time when he lays eyes on Finn, that the said boy loses it. “Would you all stop staring at me like a zoo animal?”
The room goes almost comically silent. Kurt and Tina share a worried look. “...Sorry, Finn,” Mr. Schue eventually says.
“I'm sorry, this is ridiculous,” Rachel eventually says. “Why is he here? He's obviously not ready to come back to school yet.”
“Sensitive, Rache,” Finn says, sounding affronted.
“It's nothing to be ashamed of! It's been less than a week, of course you're not ready to return to your normal life yet. You shouldn't be here; you should be alone with people close to you, or with some sort of counselor, or helping the police collect evidence for the case-”
“I'm not reporting it,” Finn says.
“What? Why not?” Rachel asks. She sounds genuinely confused.
Finn shrugs. “I don't want to.”
“It's not about what you want,” Rachel says. “It's about getting justice, and putting this bastard away, and giving him what he deserves-“
“Shut up, Rachel,” Kurt says, half for himself and half for Finn. She ignores him.
“-I mean, you have to put this bastard away before he does this to anyone else-“
“Shut up, Rachel!” Kurt screams it this time. Finn looks like he's going to cry again.
“...Sorry,” Rachel murmurs, suitably chastised. Finn leans into Kurt.
“Thanks.”
Kurt doesn't quite manage the 'you're welcome.'
Mr. Schue approaches, taking a hushed, concerned tone. “Finn, are you okay?”
“Gee whiz Mr. Schue, I don't know. What do you think?” Finn responds, loud and angry. The rest of the club turns to staring. Finn shakes his head as if he can't understand something. “I should - I should go,” he says, jumping out of his chair. Mr. Schue tries to stop him with a hand on his arm.
“Wait, Finn-”
“Bye, Mr. Schue!” Finn shakes him off and runs out.
“Finn!”
Brittany stares after them blankly. “Wow. I really fucked up.”
Kurt swallows hard. “Don't we all, Britt.”
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 6/? - "Smart, Secret, Support."
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1855
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). And Rachel fans -- she acts pretty insensitive in this chapter. It will get better later.
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.
5: Secret, Smart, Support
When they return to school, everyone tries their best to keep things as normal. Finn doesn't want anyone to know and so they try to respect that; they stay quiet, try and keep their concern to vague glances and only ask him if he's okay when they're well out of everyone's earshot. Kurt doesn't want to admit how much this keeping-it-secret thing has to do with the keeping-him-out-of-jail, but he can't help it. He's still scared.
Anyway, this works out pretty well for the first few days - everyone seems normal and happy, and blissfully unaware of what's going on. Sure, some of Finn's behavior incurs strange looks, but it's not like anyone will ever guess what's really motivating it. Idiots.
It works until Wednesday, when the Cheerios have their first practice and Kurt gets bundled into a conversation with Brittany and Santana.
“That party was awesome,” Brittany says enthusiastically. “Puck hasn't even noticed that I took his fish.”
“It was pretty cool. I knew where my underwear was and everything,” Santana says. Kurt's stomach starts churning, but he forces a smile to his face anyway. For Finn's sake. “It was okay. For Puck, anyway.”
Brittany looks confused. “Don't you live with Finn?”
An all-too-familiar feeling of dread starts settling in Kurt's gut. It's shown up much to often in the last week. “What?” he asks dumbly. “Yeah. So?”
Brittany shrugs uncomfortably. “My cousin said he saw Finn at the hospital after that night. He came in reporting his thing; you know, they had to do the physical exam and blood tests; apparently someone had dumped GHB in his drink and done something to him. Didn't that kind of wreck the party for your family?”
Brittany speaks too loudly, and everyone hears. Up to and including Coach Sylvester. They all stare, as Kurt gapes, desperately wracking his brains for some kind of explanation. For Finn's sake. Santana's eyes go wide, and she grabs Brittany's arm roughly.
“Britt!” she shrieks, probably louder than she meant to, and Kurt is suddenly struck by the thought that this might be least composed he's ever seen her. “You said your cousin worked in the sexual assault department thing!”
Brittany just blinks. “Yeah. He does. So didn't that kind of wreck the party for you guys? Unless, he like, didn't tell you, but my cousin said his family was there...”
This can't be happening. The Cheerios just stare, faces full of shock and disbelief and - oh god - suspicion. Kurt knows it's probably due to their own prejudice, but it's a painful reminder of what really happened.
“I...” he still doesn't have an answer. “Yeah, I was just trying to blend into the conversation. Because Finn wanted to keep it secret.”
“Well, that's kind of shot to hell now,” Santana says, bitchy and angry, and yeah, she's back. “Has no-one ever told you you're a fucking idiot, Britt?”
Brittany looks down. “Sorry,” she mumbles, although it's pretty obvious that she still doesn't get what she did wrong.
He wants to be angry at her. He really does. And the back of his head, he's screaming: How could you? You moron! You stupid, selfish idiot! Do you have any idea what this will do to Finn? To me? To everyone? What is wrong with you?
But he can't do it. It's like being angry at a kitten, for christ's sake. The girl might be legally retarded - legally makes that thought okay; he doesn't have to avoid Becky's eyes - but that just makes it damn near impossible to make her take responsibility for anything. He doesn't think she knew how badly she was fucking things up by just saying that in front of everyone, and hence he is left with no-one to be mad at. Except himself, obviously, but he's been doing that so much lately that it makes no difference.
“It's okay,” he says. She shakes her head.
“No it isn't. You're about to cry,” she says, and only then he notices the tears that are forming in his eyes. Dammit.
“Well of course it isn't. But I'm not mad at you,” he says.
“Attention, DeCheerios! We have practice!” Sylvester calls, even though the girls are all still staring at Kurt. However, he has never been so thankful for the woman's insanity.
*
The school is abuzz when they return on Wednesday. Tina hears Finn's name about a million times, and no-one quite reaches his eyes, so a feeling of dread settles in her gut. She isolates Kurt and Puck just before first period, who are arguing.
“What's going on?” she asks. Kurt sighs, sounding weary.
“Turns out, Britt-Britt's cousin works at the hospital. Sexual assault unit. He was one of the people who had to... attend to Finn. Do not ask me how anyone with that girl's genetics was allowed to work at a hospital; contemplating the thought fills me with a sense of abject terror. Anyway, he told her Finn showed up - which I think there must be some kind of rule against, and how does Brittany's cousin even know who Finn is? - and she's an idiot, so she said that to me at practice. In front of every single Cheerio, and Coach Sylvester. Word spreads; everybody knows now.”
“Yeah, because you didn't shut her up,” Puck says. “You know Brittany. It's everyone's responsibility to make sure she stays quiet when she's about to be retarded and fuck everything up.”
Kurt sighs again. “Tina, would you please inform him that I do not have mind controlling powers, nor would any sort of physical prevention of her speaking last very long, or avoid arousing suspicion? There is only so much I am capable of.”
“God, you guys!” she says. “Are you really so determined to hate each other that you're going to fight over this?”
They look sheepish. “Sorry T,” Puck eventually mumbles.
“That's better,” she says. “Have you told Finn?”
“Told him what, exactly?” Kurt snaps, with an expression that's half-way between angry and terrified.
“What?”
“Nothing. Forget it,” he breathes deeply. “No, I haven't told him. I probably should have last night, but... I knew he'd freak, and I didn't want that.”
“And you don't think it will be worse when he comes back and he's the word on everyone's lips?”
“Fair point,” says Kurt. “I'm a fucking idiot.”
She's about to refute that when the man of the hour, one Finn Hudson, approaches them. “Hey guys,” he says, his voice almost shattered with nerves. “What's going on? No-one is looking at me...”
Kurt, Puck and Tina stare at each other uncomfortably for at least a decade. It would be hilariously awkward if it wasn't so horrible.
Tina is the one who turns back to Finn eventually, biting her lip. “Finn, please don't freak out,” she says.
Which is probably sealing their fates that he will freak out.
“Look... one of the people, the doctors at the hospital? It was Brittany's cousin?”
“Kyle?” Finn asks. “Yeah, I know him. Me and Britt were really close in middle school; the guy is cool. They're really close too, and he was really comforting when I was there. But what does that have to do with...?”
Tina sighs. “Finn, he told Brittany you were there. And, in one of those moments of intelligence we all know and love her for, she sort of... said it front of all the Cheerios. And word spread. Everyone... kind of knows.”
Finn looks like he's going to cry. “But... But I... I didn't want anyone to know.”
Tina shrugs uncomfortably. “I'm sorry,” she says, and Kurt looks away, ashamed.
“Hey, if anyone gives you shit about it, I promise to beat them up. Okay?” Puck gives Finn a slap on the shoulder to punctuate, but it doesn't make Finn look much better.
“Okay,” he mumbles.
“Look, we have first period Bio. Together, right?” Tina says. “I'll sit with you. You can copy my answers for the questions I know you didn't do... or, you could, if I had done them either. But just... I'll hang around, for now?” she grabs his hand and gives it a comforting squeeze, and afterward they linger, still holding hands.
“Alright,” he says. They walk off.
“This is so unfair,” Puck mutters. “I can't even make fun of him for holding hands with the nerd girl.”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “Poor you.”
*
To call Glee rehearsal awkward would be like calling Rachel loud, or Brittany dim. Technically accurate, but not really covering the scope of the situation.
It's when Mr. Schue has faltered midway through his speech for the fifth time when he lays eyes on Finn, that the said boy loses it. “Would you all stop staring at me like a zoo animal?”
The room goes almost comically silent. Kurt and Tina share a worried look. “...Sorry, Finn,” Mr. Schue eventually says.
“I'm sorry, this is ridiculous,” Rachel eventually says. “Why is he here? He's obviously not ready to come back to school yet.”
“Sensitive, Rache,” Finn says, sounding affronted.
“It's nothing to be ashamed of! It's been less than a week, of course you're not ready to return to your normal life yet. You shouldn't be here; you should be alone with people close to you, or with some sort of counselor, or helping the police collect evidence for the case-”
“I'm not reporting it,” Finn says.
“What? Why not?” Rachel asks. She sounds genuinely confused.
Finn shrugs. “I don't want to.”
“It's not about what you want,” Rachel says. “It's about getting justice, and putting this bastard away, and giving him what he deserves-“
“Shut up, Rachel,” Kurt says, half for himself and half for Finn. She ignores him.
“-I mean, you have to put this bastard away before he does this to anyone else-“
“Shut up, Rachel!” Kurt screams it this time. Finn looks like he's going to cry again.
“...Sorry,” Rachel murmurs, suitably chastised. Finn leans into Kurt.
“Thanks.”
Kurt doesn't quite manage the 'you're welcome.'
Mr. Schue approaches, taking a hushed, concerned tone. “Finn, are you okay?”
“Gee whiz Mr. Schue, I don't know. What do you think?” Finn responds, loud and angry. The rest of the club turns to staring. Finn shakes his head as if he can't understand something. “I should - I should go,” he says, jumping out of his chair. Mr. Schue tries to stop him with a hand on his arm.
“Wait, Finn-”
“Bye, Mr. Schue!” Finn shakes him off and runs out.
“Finn!”
Brittany stares after them blankly. “Wow. I really fucked up.”
Kurt swallows hard. “Don't we all, Britt.”