Glee - Tell Me I'm Not a Lie - 4/? - NC17
Kurt was surprised how much Finn’s reaction hurt him. Mostly he was worried that being damaged like that was one thing too many for Finn to handle, that he was disgusted by Kurt. At least his dad just held him tighter. Carole excused herself to check on Finn and Kurt kept his face buried against his father’s chest.
According to the doctor, he would have to make several appointments to get STD tests done to be sure he hadn’t gotten anything. At just that moment, Kurt didn’t care if he had or not. He just wanted to go home, curl up in his bed, and sleep. The doctor also said the samples gathered would be sent to the police and that charges could be pressed at any time. Kurt looked up, blinking.
He hadn’t thought about that. Sending Blaine and Wes to jail. What they had done could be tried as a hate crime, too. And the beating… He could send all those boys to jail. But did he want to?
He didn’t know. Right then, he didn’t know much of anything, other than he hurt and his daddy was there to keep him safe. No one pushed him to make any sort of decision right then, but the doctor started explaining his injuries and medications.
He was to go on a pain reliever for his broken nose and he was being prescribed something to calm him if he started having panics or anxiety attacks. The doctor also told them that he was bruised around the pelvis and walking might be awkward or difficult for the next few days.
Kurt wasn’t surprised by the bruises. Blaine and Wes hadn’t been gentle in any way with him.
When the doctor left to get the discharge papers around, his dad asked who had done it. Kurt couldn’t answer that question. Not yet. He just shook his head each time he was asked, murmuring, “No, Daddy. It’s not good for your health. No.”
He would tell eventually. But just then, all he wanted was to be safe and warm in his daddy’s arms. He was starting to feel a bit detached from himself. He hadn’t used the word ‘Daddy’ this consistently since shortly after his mother died, but he couldn’t stop saying it. He wasn’t sure why he was refusing to tell who did it or why he was burrowing so close, like he just wanted his dad to open up and hold him inside where nobody could hurt him. Well, that one made a lot more sense, but he was so independent and self-reliant; why couldn’t he handle this like everything else? He felt like he was failing himself and his family.
Finn and Carole came back just after Kurt had changed back into his own clothes after the doctor had officially released him. He couldn’t make eye contact with Finn, still afraid his brother was freaked out or disgusted or hated him now. But then a pair of long, warm arms wrapped around his shoulders and Finn’s voice was whispering against his ear with hot breath, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to freak out. I love you, dude. I just wish I could have helped sooner.” Finn was crying again, but that was okay. Kurt didn’t think he had ever really stopped crying. At least not totally.
Kurt hugged him back, glad that he wasn’t running from him.
They took Carole’s car home, leaving Finn’s truck in the parking lot. Kurt was happy to be sandwiched between his father and brother the entire drive home, even if he was still crying.
He was put to bed when they got home, forcing Finn to crawl into his bed with him because he wouldn’t let go. Finn was warm and tall and strong. He could protect Kurt. Daddy would keep the bad things out, but Finn had to be right there as back up. Just in case.
He woke up to shouting from downstairs the next day. Finn was still beside him, holding him close, and there was sun shining in through his window, between the curtains. It must have been mid-morning.
He blinked at Finn’s sleeping face, wondering why he wasn’t at school, why their parents weren’t at work. It was…Thursday, wasn’t it? Then the shouting came again, his father’s voice loud and sturdy.
“We’re pulling him out of there tomorrow!”
“Burt, where is he going to go then? He left McKinley for a reason!”
Kurt buried his face, irritated that he was starting to cry again. He was ruining everything. It was all his fault. If he’d just-
“Hey. Are you okay?” Finn was whispering to him, only half-awake. Kurt shook his head. He wasn’t okay. He didn’t know if he would ever be okay anymore. How did anybody deal with this? It wasn’t fair.
Finn pulled him close, stroking his hair. He was speaking softly, but Kurt couldn’t make out most of what he was saying around the headache he had. He flinched and yelped when he moved his head, bumping his nose against Finn’s chest.
“Oh, shit, your nose. You got something for it, right? Where’s it at?” Kurt shrugged, not remembering where the pills had been put the night before. Finn slid out of the bed, promising to be right back with the meds.
Kurt could hear his family’s voices but couldn’t catch the words. Thankfully, Finn and his father came upstairs to give him the medicine before long.
“How ya feelin’, bud?”
Kurt shrugged, swallowing the pills dry. “Like shit.” He didn’t usually swear around his dad, but his face really hurt.
“Kurt, kiddo, we’ve got to talk about charging the bastard that did this to you.” Kurt looked away. “The sooner we do this the easier the case will go. And I want to withdraw you from there as soon as possible. So you’ve got to tell me who it was.”
Kurt felt himself start to cry again, but gasped when Finn spoke.
“It was Blaine, wasn’t it?”
Kurt covered his face when he sobbed.
“What?” His dad sounded so angry.
“He said there were a bunch of guys that beat him up, but he said Blaine started it.”
“Is that true?” Kurt nodded. “And Blaine… Blaine forced you…?” He nodded again with a whimper. “You said ‘they’ yesterday, Kurt. Who else was it?”
Kurt swallowed before answering in a whisper.
His dad barely contained his temper, refraining from hitting any furniture, before storming downstairs. Kurt looked up with watery eyes, calling after him. “Daddy? Daddy, what are you going to do?” He didn’t answer, but Finn wrapped Kurt back up, murmuring to him.
“He’s gonna call the cops and get them taken care of. Nobody’s gonna hurt you anymore, Kurt.”
Kurt stayed in his room for the rest of the day, hiding from everything. His phone was in his dorm, so he didn’t know if anyone called or texted him, but he didn’t really care. He wanted to go to sleep and wake up to find it was a nightmare.
Of course, he’d been trying that for days, and it hadn’t happed yet.
The next morning, he woke up to Carole knocking on his door with breakfast. The house was quiet, so he assumed Finn was at school and his dad at work, so when she casually mentioned clearing up the room a bit so his things from Dalton would fit when they got back, he was surprised.
Carole explained that they had gone down to Westerville that morning to get Kurt withdrawn and collect his stuff. Together, they made space in his bedroom, though Kurt was limping and Carole finally sat him back down and just had him direct her.
He felt terrible that he couldn’t help, but didn’t argue. Walking, hell standing, hurt an awful lot, even though he’d had a full day of just lying in bed already. When Finn and his dad got back, he directed them on where to put his things as well while Carole worked on dinner. They had brought home the Navigator as well so nothing would happen to it.
Over the weekend, Kurt kept to himself. He hated that people he trusted would hurt him and that he couldn’t protect himself and that his body had spurred them to hurt him. It wasn’t his fault that he was this way, he just was. On Saturday, Finn got Puck to take him to get his truck, and Kurt was afraid the mohawked boy would want to come in once he saw the Navigator in the driveway. That he would want to know what had happened, why Finn’s truck was in a hospital parking lot. He probably did. Finn probably put up with questions the whole way to Westerville, unless he just told him before they even pulled off the street.
But when Finn got home, he came up to Kurt’s room alone.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Kurt mumbled, closing the copy of Lord of the Rings he had been reading. “What did Puck say?”
“Just asked what was up.”
“But what did he say when you told him?” Kurt was staring at the drawing of, supposedly, Legolas on the cover of the book. He didn’t want to see Finn’s face when he explained that Puck had taken off as soon as he knew. Not that Kurt had even wanted him to know, but Finn had never been very good at keeping things to himself.
“Told him what?”
“About…” Kurt let the word hang in the air, vaguely gesturing.
“Dude, I didn’t-I wouldn’t tell him about this. This is your thing to share or not share or whatever. I would never-”
Kurt just clung to him and cried into his shoulder when Finn sat down and gathered him into a hug.