Fic: I Hate the Dentist (Kurt/Finn) PG-13 (11/?)
Title: I Hate the Dentist
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 11/? - "Convey, Contrary, Consent."
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1507
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.
11: Convey, Contrary, Consent
Kurt finds Mercedes in the choir room just before Glee. “Hey,” he says. “I didn't see you in history.”
She shrugs. “I had to go talk to Ms. Pilsbury,” Kurt looks at her in concern. “Nothing serious, don't worry! Just like, classes for next year and stuff.”
“We did that months ago,” he points out. She looks nervous, and there's a gnawing sensation in his gut again.
“I had stuff to confirm,” she explains. “There was, um, a bug, so I had to go back and go over it again. Says something about this school, huh?”
“...Yeah,” says Kurt. There's an awkward pause.
“...So, where is everyone?” asks Mercedes, getting out of her chair. “Seriously, it's like the Marie Celeste in here. I think I'm gonna go look.”
“It's been three minutes, Mercedes, you don't have to bother quite yet.” He doesn't mean to, but the bitterness seeps through his words. She stares at him, and he shakes his head. “So, uh, where did you have to go yesterday? You kind of freaked out on me.”
“Oh, uh, doctor's appointment,” she explains. “I didn't remember it until you started needing to leave the school; I felt bad, but... my dad would kill me for breaking an appointment. You know my memory.”
“Not really, no,” he mutters. She looks at him oddly, but doesn't respond.
She seems uncomfortable. “God, where is everyone? I'm gonna call Tina; girl better have a reason.”
She's half-way through the number when Kurt grabs the phone out of her hand. “Mercedes, why are you avoiding me?”
She gasps a little. “Wait, what?”
“I'm not stupid!” he says. “Mysterious appointments you never told me about and didn't remember, skipping classes, how uncomfortable you are being alone with me right now... what are you scared of? Don't you trust me?”
She hesitates. “I... I don't want to talk about this,” she eventually says. “I'm gonna go find Tina, okay?”
He grabs her by the wrist to stop her walking out the door. “No, we are talking about this!”
“Don't touch me!”
She pulls away from his grasp and he just stares at her. “Mercedes, what is going on?”
She doesn't answer.
“Did something happen? Did I do something?” Still, no answer. “'Cedes, what is wrong with you? I'm worried. I mean, we're all already under so much stress trying to help Finn...” she flinches. “Please, if I've done something, tell me. So I can say sorry, or something. I don't understand all this, Mercedes; unless I've done some horrible thing-”
She surprises him then. She bursts out laughing.
“What?”
“How bad do you think my memory is, Hummel?” she asks, and he just stares at her. “Come on. You showed up my doorstep three weeks ago, telling me you screwed up. Did something horrible. And... what horrible thing happened around then, huh?”
Kurt gapes at her. “Mercedes, I...”
No. No this is not happening to me. He was so scared of her figuring it out; trusting blind luck since Brittany spread the word, and now... he expected her to trust him.
“I'm sorry,” she shakes her head, sounding like she's about to cry. “I mean, I'm trying to look at all this and find some kind of reason to trust you, but it's just not working, though I feel awful about it because, hey, you're my best friend! But Finn's my friend too, and I just...”
He stares at her helplessly. “Mercedes, please. You know I wouldn't...”
“Then explain?” she implores him. “Please. It would give me a lot of peace; you have no idea. So just tell me. Tell me what happened; what you did, and everything'll be fine.”
He just stares at her. There's nothing to say. “I just... I felt bad, because I let him go and he wound up-”
“Stop!” she yells. “Come on, Kurt. I'm your best friend; do you think I can't tell when you're lying to me?”
He keeps staring, eyes glazed with tears. She stares back. If he can't lie, what hope is there for him at all?
As if on cue, someone comes in. “Mercedes? Kurt?”
Mercedes turns to the entrant. “Finn?” Despite herself, she laughs. “Well, I can't fault you for timing, boy.”
Finn steps closer to them. “Okay, what's going on?” he asks. “Guys. Are you okay? Either of you? You kind of both look like you're about to burst into tears, and...”
He looks between them uncomfortably. Mercedes keeps staring at Kurt, who avoids her eyes. “Okay, let's have him explain it to you, because he sure won't do it for me.”
Finn looks at him, confused. Kurt shakes his head. “Yeah, sorry. We're not doing this,” he starts heading for the door.
“Okay, you bitched me out when I tried that, so you don't get to walk off!” Mercedes yells. “I think you've got more to answer for than I do.”
“No. You can think what you want of me, I don't care. I thought you were better than that,” he says. Yes, it's bullshit, but they needn't know that.
“You are not playing the homophobia card with me!” she snaps. “I told you what was going on. You showed up at my front door, crying your eyes out and telling me you'd done something awful - illegal, even. I thought you were just exaggerating at the time, but now? After the pseudo-stepbrother I know you've been in love with for like, ever? And I'm not meant to be suspicious about that?”
Finn stares at Kurt, gaping. “Finn, I...”
“Dude, what did you do?” he sounds like he's about to burst into tears as well. “Come on, man, you wouldn't... what happened? Just tell me, why were you there; if you were so fucked up about something else... Just tell me, I need to...”
Kurt can't answer him; Kurt can't look at him. “I just... I felt bad because I didn't...”
“Don't lie, Kurt,” says Mercedes.
Finn's starting to look angry. “Kurt. What happened?”
Kurt snaps. “Okay! We slept together, okay? That's what happened that night. I was drunk and you were drugged and I slept with you, okay?”
He breaks into tears. Finn gapes at him.
“You... You raped me!”
“No!” Kurt yells. “I'm sorry, Finn, but I would never... I didn't know about the drugs. I just... You started it!” it's probably wrong to bring that up, anyway. “I've been in love with you since I was fourteen. I couldn't... All I wanted was you. I knew it was a bad idea;, but I couldn't help it; I was drunk, and I just...”
Finn shakes his head. “I... I don't understand,” he says. “I don't remember anything... I was passed out; some bastard...”
“You weren't unconscious, I promise you; you didn't seem any less sober than myself,” Kurt tells him. “I didn't know about the drugs. If I did, even if I was... I wouldn't have...”
Finn swallows. “Why should I believe you?”
Kurt doesn't have an answer to that. “...I don't know,” he admits. “Because you trust me?” he says. “Because I love you?”
“Uh, guys...” Mercedes tries to cut in, but they ignore her.
“No, sorry, I don't get it,” Finn says. “You left. If you loved me so much; if this was all you wanted, why did you go? Why did you just abandon me? If it was some tender and loving and all that shit, why would I wake up alone?”
“Guys!” yells Mercedes, and they suddenly pay attention. The rest of the club is crowded at the door, gaping at this new information.
“Kurt...” whispers Tina, and he flinches.
“Alright,” he says, sniffling back his tears. “Fine. To hell with it. What would have happened if I stayed, huh? We were going to be stepbrothers, Finn. You're straight. There were about a million reasons it was a horrible idea; I knew that before we did it, but when I woke up I was sober enough to pay attention. If I'd stayed, I'd know you'd freak out. I thought just running away would give us the chance to pretend it never happened; minimize the damage...” he looks up at Finn. “Think about it, Finn. If I'd stayed, can you honestly say you wouldn't have broken my heart?”
For a long moment, they just stare at each other, while the rest of the club stares at them. “...Screw this,” Finn eventually says, pushing past the rest of the club with a badly-concealed sob.
Kurt sighs, collapses on a chair, and lets himself cry.
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 11/? - "Convey, Contrary, Consent."
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1507
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.
11: Convey, Contrary, Consent
Kurt finds Mercedes in the choir room just before Glee. “Hey,” he says. “I didn't see you in history.”
She shrugs. “I had to go talk to Ms. Pilsbury,” Kurt looks at her in concern. “Nothing serious, don't worry! Just like, classes for next year and stuff.”
“We did that months ago,” he points out. She looks nervous, and there's a gnawing sensation in his gut again.
“I had stuff to confirm,” she explains. “There was, um, a bug, so I had to go back and go over it again. Says something about this school, huh?”
“...Yeah,” says Kurt. There's an awkward pause.
“...So, where is everyone?” asks Mercedes, getting out of her chair. “Seriously, it's like the Marie Celeste in here. I think I'm gonna go look.”
“It's been three minutes, Mercedes, you don't have to bother quite yet.” He doesn't mean to, but the bitterness seeps through his words. She stares at him, and he shakes his head. “So, uh, where did you have to go yesterday? You kind of freaked out on me.”
“Oh, uh, doctor's appointment,” she explains. “I didn't remember it until you started needing to leave the school; I felt bad, but... my dad would kill me for breaking an appointment. You know my memory.”
“Not really, no,” he mutters. She looks at him oddly, but doesn't respond.
She seems uncomfortable. “God, where is everyone? I'm gonna call Tina; girl better have a reason.”
She's half-way through the number when Kurt grabs the phone out of her hand. “Mercedes, why are you avoiding me?”
She gasps a little. “Wait, what?”
“I'm not stupid!” he says. “Mysterious appointments you never told me about and didn't remember, skipping classes, how uncomfortable you are being alone with me right now... what are you scared of? Don't you trust me?”
She hesitates. “I... I don't want to talk about this,” she eventually says. “I'm gonna go find Tina, okay?”
He grabs her by the wrist to stop her walking out the door. “No, we are talking about this!”
“Don't touch me!”
She pulls away from his grasp and he just stares at her. “Mercedes, what is going on?”
She doesn't answer.
“Did something happen? Did I do something?” Still, no answer. “'Cedes, what is wrong with you? I'm worried. I mean, we're all already under so much stress trying to help Finn...” she flinches. “Please, if I've done something, tell me. So I can say sorry, or something. I don't understand all this, Mercedes; unless I've done some horrible thing-”
She surprises him then. She bursts out laughing.
“What?”
“How bad do you think my memory is, Hummel?” she asks, and he just stares at her. “Come on. You showed up my doorstep three weeks ago, telling me you screwed up. Did something horrible. And... what horrible thing happened around then, huh?”
Kurt gapes at her. “Mercedes, I...”
No. No this is not happening to me. He was so scared of her figuring it out; trusting blind luck since Brittany spread the word, and now... he expected her to trust him.
“I'm sorry,” she shakes her head, sounding like she's about to cry. “I mean, I'm trying to look at all this and find some kind of reason to trust you, but it's just not working, though I feel awful about it because, hey, you're my best friend! But Finn's my friend too, and I just...”
He stares at her helplessly. “Mercedes, please. You know I wouldn't...”
“Then explain?” she implores him. “Please. It would give me a lot of peace; you have no idea. So just tell me. Tell me what happened; what you did, and everything'll be fine.”
He just stares at her. There's nothing to say. “I just... I felt bad, because I let him go and he wound up-”
“Stop!” she yells. “Come on, Kurt. I'm your best friend; do you think I can't tell when you're lying to me?”
He keeps staring, eyes glazed with tears. She stares back. If he can't lie, what hope is there for him at all?
As if on cue, someone comes in. “Mercedes? Kurt?”
Mercedes turns to the entrant. “Finn?” Despite herself, she laughs. “Well, I can't fault you for timing, boy.”
Finn steps closer to them. “Okay, what's going on?” he asks. “Guys. Are you okay? Either of you? You kind of both look like you're about to burst into tears, and...”
He looks between them uncomfortably. Mercedes keeps staring at Kurt, who avoids her eyes. “Okay, let's have him explain it to you, because he sure won't do it for me.”
Finn looks at him, confused. Kurt shakes his head. “Yeah, sorry. We're not doing this,” he starts heading for the door.
“Okay, you bitched me out when I tried that, so you don't get to walk off!” Mercedes yells. “I think you've got more to answer for than I do.”
“No. You can think what you want of me, I don't care. I thought you were better than that,” he says. Yes, it's bullshit, but they needn't know that.
“You are not playing the homophobia card with me!” she snaps. “I told you what was going on. You showed up at my front door, crying your eyes out and telling me you'd done something awful - illegal, even. I thought you were just exaggerating at the time, but now? After the pseudo-stepbrother I know you've been in love with for like, ever? And I'm not meant to be suspicious about that?”
Finn stares at Kurt, gaping. “Finn, I...”
“Dude, what did you do?” he sounds like he's about to burst into tears as well. “Come on, man, you wouldn't... what happened? Just tell me, why were you there; if you were so fucked up about something else... Just tell me, I need to...”
Kurt can't answer him; Kurt can't look at him. “I just... I felt bad because I didn't...”
“Don't lie, Kurt,” says Mercedes.
Finn's starting to look angry. “Kurt. What happened?”
Kurt snaps. “Okay! We slept together, okay? That's what happened that night. I was drunk and you were drugged and I slept with you, okay?”
He breaks into tears. Finn gapes at him.
“You... You raped me!”
“No!” Kurt yells. “I'm sorry, Finn, but I would never... I didn't know about the drugs. I just... You started it!” it's probably wrong to bring that up, anyway. “I've been in love with you since I was fourteen. I couldn't... All I wanted was you. I knew it was a bad idea;, but I couldn't help it; I was drunk, and I just...”
Finn shakes his head. “I... I don't understand,” he says. “I don't remember anything... I was passed out; some bastard...”
“You weren't unconscious, I promise you; you didn't seem any less sober than myself,” Kurt tells him. “I didn't know about the drugs. If I did, even if I was... I wouldn't have...”
Finn swallows. “Why should I believe you?”
Kurt doesn't have an answer to that. “...I don't know,” he admits. “Because you trust me?” he says. “Because I love you?”
“Uh, guys...” Mercedes tries to cut in, but they ignore her.
“No, sorry, I don't get it,” Finn says. “You left. If you loved me so much; if this was all you wanted, why did you go? Why did you just abandon me? If it was some tender and loving and all that shit, why would I wake up alone?”
“Guys!” yells Mercedes, and they suddenly pay attention. The rest of the club is crowded at the door, gaping at this new information.
“Kurt...” whispers Tina, and he flinches.
“Alright,” he says, sniffling back his tears. “Fine. To hell with it. What would have happened if I stayed, huh? We were going to be stepbrothers, Finn. You're straight. There were about a million reasons it was a horrible idea; I knew that before we did it, but when I woke up I was sober enough to pay attention. If I'd stayed, I'd know you'd freak out. I thought just running away would give us the chance to pretend it never happened; minimize the damage...” he looks up at Finn. “Think about it, Finn. If I'd stayed, can you honestly say you wouldn't have broken my heart?”
For a long moment, they just stare at each other, while the rest of the club stares at them. “...Screw this,” Finn eventually says, pushing past the rest of the club with a badly-concealed sob.
Kurt sighs, collapses on a chair, and lets himself cry.