Title: Stay Where You Are - Chapter Ten
Author: Mistermoons
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Kurt/David, The whole Hudson-Hummel gang.
Rating: R
Warnings None in this chapter. Eventual dubcon, somophilia, possession, supernatural whatnot. There will be a lot more to come, I think.
Words: 1113
Summary:
Based off this prompt in the anonymous kink meme. Kurt is uneasy in his family’s new home. It’s drafty, the doors don’t stay closed, and there are unexplained noises and shadows. Kurt keeps feeling as though someone is watching him and keeps seeing something in his peripheral. And then there are his dreams.
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Chapter Three//
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Chapter Five//
Chapter Six//
Chapter Seven//
Chapter Eight//
Chapter Nine When Kurt wakes up he feels sore but there is a strangely pleasant warmth is his gut. He yawns and stretches, smiling as he rubs sleep from his eyes. He doesn’t know exactly what time it is but he can tell it’s early. His room is still and silent. Kurt slides out of his bed and pulls his pajama pants on before slipping into the hall He isn’t thinking about what he’s doing as he heads down the stairs and straight toward the back door. His path seems predetermined; he doesn’t question it.
Kurt steps out onto the back porch and takes a deep breath of cool morning air. The world is so silent and peaceful this time of day. Kurt stares up at the clouds for a while, not really thinking about anything. As he brings his eyes down, they stop on one of the neighbors houses. They share a fence but he’s never really looked at the house before. Kurt takes a few steps forward, standing on his tiptoes to peer over the fence, trying to see as much of the house as he can. He rocks back on his heels and looks toward the sky again.
There’s something about that house…
Kurt shakes his head, trying to loosen a thought he can’t seem to access. It makes him feel itchy and on edge.
He turns around when he hears the back door open behind him. Smiling to himself, he heads back toward the house. “Good morning,” He greets softly as he slips through the open door into the hallway. He shivers as he remembers those scenes David showed him. David reaches for Kurt, brushing his hair back and stroking his cheek. Kurt smiles, leaning into the touch. He still feels groggy. He’s anything but clearheaded right now. David seems to be pulling him deeper inside, away from the back door. It shuts softly behind them. He tries to think about the house across the fence but he can’t seem to form the thought fully, it keeps slipping away.
It will only be a few hours before Finn comes home and their parents will be home soon after that. Kurt knows there are things he needs to do, responsibilities he’s been ignoring for the last few days. He needs to eat a proper meal, for starters. Take out the garbage, bring in the mail and shower, among other things. But he just follows David’s pull back up the stairs and toward his room.
As soon as his bedroom door shuts behind him Kurt slides his pajama pants down his thighs slowly. Again, he finds that he isn’t really thinking about what he’s doing. His body is more or less acting on its own, commanded by some impulse he doesn’t understand. “So, I’m still having kind of a hard time with all of this.” He says as he crawls onto the bed and drops onto his back, legs falling open gracefully. He smiles as he feels David coming toward him. “But I kind of feel like I need you, so I’m just going to let that go for now, okay?”
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About an hour and a half later, Kurt finds himself waking up once more. He yawns and stretches, body naked and exhausted. As he moves to sit up he can feel David reach out to stroke across his chest. He bats at the air, trying to brush him off as he giggles softly. “Stop it,” He murmurs half heartedly. “I do have other things to do.” He laughs again as he’s gentled pushed back onto the mattress. “I’m serious,” he says, not sounding completely committed. For a moment he just lays there, letting his body be gentling manipulated. “Shh, shh,” He waves his hand after a minute, scooting back to sit up. “Seriously though, as fun as it sounds, you can’t keep me in bed all day.” He feels a flush of David’s disappointment but his presence releases his gentle hold on Kurt.
Kurt finally manages to pull himself out of bed and gather his outfit for the day. He heads toward the bathroom first. The hot water feels so good against his tired body. He just stands still under the spray for a while, listening to the sound of the water hitting the tiles. His mind begins to clear a little bit.
At some point he starts to think about his neighbor’s house across the street. He can only seem part of the back of the house from his porch but he can picture the whole thing - the red front door, the wide wraparound porch, the brick path leading up to the stairs. He hands his head, opening his eyes to watch the water flow down the drain. His thoughts feel slippery, difficult to control. He keeps hitting a block as he tries to get his thoughts in order. For one wild second, he wonders if David is jumbling his thoughts. But he quickly dismisses the idea. David wants him to remember. Right?
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Finn comes home sometime in the early afternoon, just after Kurt finishes doing all the chores he could think up to keep his mind busy. He can feel David there, in the air, all around him. He’s a little worried that someone is going to look at him to closely as ask ”What’s wrong? Is everything all right?” He’s not entirely sure how he would respond to questions like that. He knows he won’t have to worry about it from Finn though.
“Hey!” He hears his new stepbrother’s voice from the front hall as he slams the door behind him. Kurt winches, hating when Finn does that. “I’m hooooome!”
As it turns out, Kurt has a difficult time adjusting to having someone else in the house again. Even though their interactions are limited for the next couple hours, it feels so strange just knowing someone else is in the house. It’s not just him and David anymore. His chest aches strangely at the thought. He still feels exhausted. He just wants to go back to bed but he’s resisting the urge and trying to fight his way through the homework he ignored all weekend.
When he hears his dad’s truck pulling into the driveway he drops his pen and scoots away from his desk. He doesn’t get up at first to rush down stairs. He takes a moment and several deep breathes, trying to fight back the strange anxiety rising up in his gut. With one last deep breath he shakes his head and smiles, putting on his game face. He pushes out of his desk chair and heads downstairs to greet his parents.