Glee - Tell Me I'm Not a Lie - 2/? - NC17
The next morning, Kurt found more texts on his phone, but simply sent out a mass message claiming to be fine. He wasn’t really, but he didn’t want to deal with the fact that Puck had told everyone and their attempts to make him feel better. It would never help and he just wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened.
Why did he tell Puck anyway?
Unfortunately, he noticed strange looks that day. Most of the boys were giving him side-long glances and some were even scowling. Blaine refused to make eye contact and when he brushed David as he sat down in Chemistry, the other boy actually flinched away. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been. If this had come out at McKinley he would have been slushied several times and shoved into more lockers than he could count and probably had physical punches sent his way by lunch, rather than just the emotional ones of being suddenly isolated.
Warblers practice that night was strained. Everyone seemed angry or grossed out by him. Wes wouldn’t stop glaring and ignored Kurt’s single attempt to speak up at the meeting. He found more nasty notes and pictures pinned to his dorm room door and ripped them down, tearing them up and throwing them away.
However, it was the next night, after texting with Brittany for a little while (because she wouldn’t push him for details and he just wanted some McKinley gossip) that things went truly badly. Kurt went to the bathroom on his floor to shower. He was wearing his favored fluffy white robe, which hid the things he hated most excellently.
Just as he had set his things in a stall, he turned at the sound of footsteps. A lot of footsteps, and the scraping of a chair on the floor. There stood about a dozen boys. A few were Warblers, including Jeff, Blaine, and Wes. Kurt swallowed nervously, looking at them all.
“Wh-what’s going on, guys?”
“We heard you’ve been lying,” one of the boys from Kurt’s Geography class said.
“Yeah,” a skinny boy he shared Pre-Calculus with added. “We don’t like getting lied to, Kurt.” He spat his name out, like it was dirty.
“I-I haven’t lied about a-anything,” he stuttered. Karofsky had scared him badly enough to change schools, it was true, but what he felt in that moment was worse than anything Karofsky had done. Despite threatening his life, Kurt never really thought the Neanderthal would do it. Now, however, he feared Blaine might insight a rash enough anger in these boys to end up seriously hurt.
“Oh, so Blaine is the liar, then?” Wes mocked in his superior way. Kurt shook his head. This couldn’t be happening…
“Then you won’t mind us making sure?” an upperclassmen sneered.
Kurt stepped back and ended up tripping on the edge of the shower. He landed hard on his ass and bumped his head. The sound from the boys told him they’d caught a glance between his legs.
“It’s true…”
“He is a girl!”
“What the fuck?”
“What do we do now?”
Kurt couldn’t tell who was saying what because of the throb in the back of his skull. He had his eyes closed and a hand on his forehead, which explained why he wasn’t prepared when the first blow landed.
It was a kick to his stomach, and Kurt thought he might throw up at the force of it. After that, it was mostly a blur of curse words, slurs, and pain. His face exploded in pain when someone punched him. His arms and legs bruised quickly as he used them to protect himself. He was kicked in the ribs several times and was sure he felt some crack if not break.
The sobs and heaving made them hurt more and he was horrified to hear himself begging them to stop.
They didn’t leave until he was a quivering heap of pain and fear. He was sniffling pitifully when they left, hurling a few final slurs at him.
He laid there, just outside the shower, for a long time. He probably would have stayed there until morning, but two sets of footsteps entered the bathroom then.
“Look at her.” It was Blaine. “I almost feel bad for beating up a girl, but she wanted to be a boy, right? Might as well treat her like one.”
“I’m not even angry she’s a liar.” That was Wes’s voice. “I’m angry she joined the Warblers. Our club has never been tainted by female presence in all its years. It’s a disgrace.”
Kurt looked up at them warily.
“Teaching her a lesson is fair, right?”
“I believe so, Warbler Blaine.”
“Guys, haven’t I been taught enough tonight? I get it. I’ll leave your club, I’ll leave the school. Just leave me alone.”
“Oh Kurtie,” Blaine cooed. “You’ve been taught nothing yet.”
The boys kneeled beside him, staring intently. Kurt glanced down and realized his robe was torn and bloody and open. They could see everything Kurt hated about himself and Wes grabbed his arms when he tried to cover himself.
“Shh,” he hissed. “Don’t worry. We’ll show you why your sick desire to be one of us is wrong, okay?”
“What?”
“We figured that you don’t want this body because you don’t know how to use it,” Blaine said, leaning in to nip at Kurt’s neck.
“Blaine, don’t-!” Wes slapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him again.
“I know you like me,” Blaine whispered. “I know I turn you on. I just have to teach you what to do with that.”
Kurt bit Wes’s hand so he could talk. “Please, I’m sorry! Blaine, don’t do this!” Kurt was terrified. He wasn’t so naïve as to not know what Blaine was alluding to, but he could only hope he was wrong. He’d never really masturbated before. At least, not penetrating. He’d rubbed when he couldn’t take the buildup any longer, but it always made him feel dirty and wrong. He’d never even used a tampon before because he couldn’t stand the thought of putting anything in there.
Blaine cupped one breast as Wes took the other. They brushed his nipples until they were peaked and pruned. Kurt couldn’t stop the moan from his throat even though he felt disgusting. Blaine used every trick he had learned in the last week to get Kurt wet between his legs.
Blaine nibbled at Kurt’s neck and stroked his thigh. He and Wes each ground their erections into Kurt’s hip, Wes from behind and Blaine in front. Kurt knew his face was red from blood both on and under his skin. He was blushing and flushed with embarrassment and arousal. It wasn’t fair. He struggled to get out of their grasps and hated the way his head tilted back for Blaine’s mouth and his hips moved into Wes’s.
This was wrong. He wanted his first time to be with someone he cared about. With someone he loved, not forced upon him in an attempt to make him a girl.
Then Blaine was hissing in his ear, telling him horrible, dirty secrets. How he and Rachel had sex at her party and how he’d loved it. That he’d only said he was gay because Kurt had been so pissed that he was thinking about being bi. That this was Kurt’s own fault.
Wes started asking about his name, wanting to know what he should call him as they fixed him. Blaine decided they would just have to go through every name they could think of. Wes’s hand trailed down his stomach from his breast to press against his opening, massaging it. Kurt was ashamed that it felt so good. It was horrible the way his body was reacting to these touches.
Kurt shrieked out, “No!” when Wes slid his fingers past the swollen lips of his ugly cunt, exposing the slick wetness inside.
“Holy shit, Blaine, our little whore really doesn’t know what to do with this body!” he exclaimed when his fingers bumped the barrier inside.
Blaine looked at Kurt with mock concern. “She hasn’t even touched herself? Poor thing.”
“Can I break her?” Wes asked.
“No. I was dating her, I get to do it.”
“Guys, please, don’t!”
They ignored her. Blaine bit him under the ear, making him gasp and squirm. During his moment of hated blissful heat, Blaine undid his pants, working them down to his knees.
“Don’t worry, Sasha,” Blaine whispered, lining himself up. “You’ll love it, and then you’ll be fine.” He started thrashing, trying to kick and scratch, but the boys were stronger than him and held him down. When Blaine slid in, moaning, Kurt screamed.
It hurt. It hurt a lot and Blaine wasn’t trying to be gentle. After only a moment, he grabbed his hips and started thrusting brutally. He was moaning and grunting, fucking Kurt like an animal. Kurt just sobbed, hating himself and Blaine and Wes and everything.
Blaine was praising him, telling him how tight he was, how pretty he was when he cried, how his struggles just made it better. Wes was playing with his breasts with one hand and stroking his clit with the other.
“Look at you, Karrie,” he whispered. “Blaine is splitting you open like a ripe fruit and you’re gushing with juices.” He brought his fingers up to show Kurt. They were dripping with a pink, creamy substance. “Look, Tanya. He made you bleed. He broke you and made you bleed.” Kurt looked away as Wes licked the combination of blood and female cum from his hand.
It didn’t take much longer for Blaine to cum, holding Kurt so tightly he made more bruises. Then Wes was scrambling for a turn and Blaine held Kurt down.
“Oh Izzy,” the Asian boy moaned as he pressed in. “So warm, babe.” Blaine kissed Kurt’s cheek, murmuring an agreement.
Wes fucked Kurt differently. It still hurt and still felt good in a way he hated, but it wasn’t as harsh. It didn’t take long for Kurt to realize Wes had more experience and that he was using what he knew to get Kurt to climax.
That was the last thing he wanted, but he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to help it. Wes was stroking his inner walls in a way that felt incredible and horrible. He nudged his clit with every stroke. He and Blaine were each fondling a breast, teasing the nipples, and biting at his neck.
He was humiliated to notice his breath was coming faster and shorter and horrified to realize he was bucking into Wes’s thrusts.
He shook his head back and forth, chanting “no” under his breath.
But it didn’t matter. They kept at it, calling him girls’ names and a slut. Wes came before Kurt did and he hoped that was it, but Blaine was hard again and turned Kurt to ride him. Kurt let out a pitiful keen when he came, Blaine shortly behind.
Then Blaine and Wes stood and dressed. They stared down at him for a long minute before shaking their heads and turning to leave.
“I hope you’ve figured out how good that body is and how it’s supposed to be used,” Blaine called. “If you’re over this ridiculous boy nonsense, I might take you back.”
Then they left, leaving behind a frightened, hurting Kurt.