Future!Fic. Some time after graduating college, Kurt is in New York and ends up in an abusive relationship. He's scared and alone, and it happens so slowly he hardly realises he's become a battered wife. Eventually, after one particularly bad fight where he boyfriend roughs him up, after he storms out of their apartment, Kurt calls Burt and tells him what happened. Burt and Finn (by now his step-brother, crush uncrushed) hop on the next plane out there to rescue him. I have an image of Kurt just sitting here, beaten and bloody, sitting against the foot of the bed, white silks spilled onto the floor, shaken and just staring into space until Burt and Finn get there, hours later, in my head
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oooh I dunno, I already have one story in which Kurt is a abuse survivor, not sure if I should take this one on too or not...I think I'm wracking up some seriously bad karma...
If I take this, I swear off you're prompts for a while SJ, hell even if I don't, I swear off them for a while, I have to many prompts to fill. But so far it's a maybe. Anon, there is no need to bow down, I just appreciate that people seem to enjoy my angst-fests
fill! seven for a secret (never to be told) - 1/7sj_rMarch 2 2011, 18:25:51 UTC
Soo, I finished this some time ago and finally got around to editing out the typos I could find, so here's the first part :3 This is just the prologue; I'll be posting the chapters over the next few days. Aanyways, hope it's good! Enjoy :)
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One for sorrow, two for joy Three for a girl, four for a boy Five for silver, six for gold Seven for a secret Never to be told
“You have reached Kurt Hummel. I am currently unavailable to answer the phone. If I like you, I will call you back. If you’re important, I will call you back. If you interest me, I will call you back. In any other case I shall ignore your existence. Leave your message after the beep
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They were in Vegas at the time, dancing under blinking neon lights, tipsy and maybe even bit too much of so. Kurt never learned where the long, white veil came from, or where Rick got the identical pair of silver rings - though he did find the bill of those - but he’d never forget the humiliation of waking up in the morning and remembering the obligatory phone call to his father.
“I’m married!” his first words were, giggly and very obviously drunk. “Daddy, I’m married!”
The disapproval was audible trough the silence facing him. Burt didn’t say much, only muted congratulations and queries about the next visit home - but Kurt didn’t answer, too busy trying not to fall over in the pair of eight-inch heels he had changed into during the night.
Kurt didn’t call back home again. He didn’t dare to. Not when the pure white of the tulle barely hid the bite marks on his neck, when the bruises on his back had slowly faded away - things were okay, now.
Rick loved him. They were married. People only married out of love, right? Right, daddy?
His whole body ached in the sweetest kind of torture imaginable when Kurt climbed out of his bed, cold and lone already. Rick was working. He’d need to change the sheets before he came back home. Now, though, now - now Kurt had to take a shower. A long, hot shower, steaming, burning water to cleanse him
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The old woman living beneath their apartment gave Kurt the look when he passed her, smiling despite the pain he felt with every twitch of a muscle. Her head tilted, eyes pitying, mouth in a soft curl, it was the picture of everything Kurt wanted to see - but then she turned away, shaking her head, muttering curses of sinners and faggots
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I keep F5ing in the hopes that another update will appear. This is great so far! The section of phone messages was just heartbreaking, it got across so much loss in such a tiny volume of text. I can't wait to see where you go with this!
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One for sorrow,
two for joy
Three for a girl,
four for a boy
Five for silver,
six for gold
Seven for a secret
Never to be told
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“I’m married!” his first words were, giggly and very obviously drunk. “Daddy, I’m married!”
The disapproval was audible trough the silence facing him. Burt didn’t say much, only muted congratulations and queries about the next visit home - but Kurt didn’t answer, too busy trying not to fall over in the pair of eight-inch heels he had changed into during the night.
Kurt didn’t call back home again. He didn’t dare to. Not when the pure white of the tulle barely hid the bite marks on his neck, when the bruises on his back had slowly faded away - things were okay, now.
Rick loved him. They were married. People only married out of love, right? Right, daddy?
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