Fourth Prompt Post
Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer
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I would also love guilty!loved ones. Just saying. But this is beautiful.
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But, um.
It's up to you, really - I don't see recovery being an instaneous thing, however, but not impossible either.
Thank you for the interest!
~ OP, still shocked.
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I've started a fill for it, I'm not entirely sure when I will be posting because I want to get a decent amount written before I start posting (it's going to be a long fill) but I'm thinking possibly within the next week if my classes don't kick my ass again.
I'll keep you updated if things change and it'll be a little longer but I'm definitely filling this.
As for the recovery, it definitely will not be an instantaneous thing.
Also one more question, I've put Blaine in this, are you okay with Klaine? I wrote that they were together before Kurt went to prison and I want to bring him back(no magical healing cock, promise!). I'm realllly hoping you're okay with them as a couple because for what I've planned out Blaine has kind of become essential to the story line.
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So please, feel free to do whatever pairing/ideas you come up with! The prompt was just a basic idea, what comes about from it is all up to you, and what makes reading fills so wonderful. ♥
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October 2011 (Kurt is 17)
Kurt flinched when he felt someone grab his shoulder. His fears were confirmed when he turned around to find Karofsky standing there, leering at him. The halls were empty, everyone was already in class. Karofsky’s hands trailed up his arm to finger at his scarf, Kurt’s eyes closed, willing Karofsky to leave him alone. He felt the scarf being pulled from his neck. When he opened his eyes both Karofsky and his scarf were gone. Kurt shuddered before slowly making his way back to class, trying to pretend that didn’t just happen.
One week laterThe sound of the doorbell grabbed everyone’s attention ( ... )
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Burt wasn’t sure what he was feeling.
Joy, unbelievable happiness to know that Kurt had not killed anyone.
Guilt was another one. He had point blank told Kurt that he didn’t believe him. That he was ashamed to call Kurt his son.
Anger. That one was the most obvious. He was pissed. Not at Kurt, but at the police department. They’d targeted his son with no serious evidence and Kurt had lost more than a year of his life. Hadn’t been able to graduate high-school, to apply for universities and colleges in New York and chase his dreams ( ... )
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In Canada there's this case I know of and a man was wrongfully imprisoned (the way they handled his case was atrocious) and they let him out of prison but they didn't compensate him and he was in a legal battle with them to get compensation.
Anyways, sorry for any factual errors, I'd love to be able to do more research into American laws etc but I'm a student and I really don't have the time.
I hope it doesn't make it impossible to enjoy the story at least!
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He couldn’t help it, it had been so long since he had seen Kurt and the last time hadn’t exactly been under good conditions. Now he was waiting outside the prison for Kurt to be escorted out.
Finally, finally the door opened and who he assumed was the warden came out with Kurt in tow. Burt felt like he couldn’t breathe. Kurt did not look like the Kurt he remembered. He was wearing grey sweats and his hair was messy, his face looked thinner - too thin. There were bags under his eyes and Kurt wouldn’t look anyone in the eye ( ... )
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He can’t imagine someone taking something that’s supposed to be beautiful and turning it into something ugly and horrific and then forcing it onto his son.
Finally Burt feels like his stomach is stable. Kurt needs him to be strong. Kurt needs help. Help that Burt unfortunately is not equipped to provide ( ... )
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Kurt needs a hospital.
Fumbling for his phone Burt hastily dials Carole’s work number.
He’s put through to the nurse’s station and then put on hold.
“Burt? Is everything alright? You don’t usually call me while I’m at work.”
Burt’s never been so glad to hear his wife’s voice, she grounds him and right now he needs that, needs someone who can keep a level head.
“Carole,” His voice is hoarse, he’s trying to hold back tears. “Carole it, it’s Kurt.” He hears her take a deep breath before she responds.
“Did something happen Burt? Is Kurt alright?”
“No, no he’s-he’s not alright. Carole I-I need to bring him to the hospital.”
“Is he hurt? Do you need an ambulance?” He can tell Carole’s struggling to stay calm.
“No, Carole I think - no I’m positive that Kurt was, Kurt he- he was-” Burt can’t help the sob that comes forth. Thinking it is hard enough, saying it, actually saying the word rape somehow made it all the more real ( ... )
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