Chapter 5

Two months later

Kurt jolted awake, scrambling away from the arms holding him, but they just tightened.

“Relax kid.” He heard Blaine murmur, still half asleep. “'s just a dream.” Kurt trembled as he felt Blaine's morning wood press against his ass. It still hurt from the night before, a dull throbbing reminding Kurt with every heartbeat what he'd let himself become. Hoping to act preemptively and avoid being torn open again, his slid out of Blaine’s arms and onto his knees, tugging down his scratchy orange pants along with his boxers and taking him into his mouth.

The countertenor pushed his food around his plate, taking a few bites of oatmeal before pushing it away and laying his head on his arms, letting his eyes drift shut. Blaine had kept him up late last night, and between that and his nightmares, he hadn't gotten much sleep at all.

“Not hungry Kurt?” He heard Blaine ask condescendingly.

“No Blaine.” Kurt answered obediently, not lifting his head.

“Well then let's put that mouth back to good use.” Blaine chuckled darkly. Kurt slid to the ground, praying that nobody could see him. He tugged down Blaine’s pants a little and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking lightly. One of Blaine’s hands tangled into his hair, almost seeming like a comforting gesture.

Kurt jumped and spun around, pressing up against Blaine’s legs in fear. Something had just rubbed against his butt, he was sure of it.

Blaine leaned back to look at him curiously, before his eyes tightened and he glared at someone across the table. Kurt felt Blaine's hands hook under his armpits, tugging him back up until he was nestled in Blaine's lap, his cock resting between his cheeks. An arm wrapped around his waist and he was lifted up. Blaine lined himself up and let Kurt sink back down onto him, his eyes never leaving David across the table. Kurt whimpered in pain as he was harshly stretched again. Blaine pulled him so his back was resting against his chest.

“Such a good boy... you love my cock don't you? … you take it so good.” Kurt closed his eyes and rocked his hips obligingly, trying to tune out the words being hissed in his ear.

“Hummel!” he looked up, terrified that everyone would be staring at him, but no one was even looking. No one besides a guard and some all too familiar faces. “You're out, come on!” Kurt gasped with relief and clambered off of Blaine's lap, wincing and tugging his pants up. He ran away from them, ignoring the searing pain from between his legs as he threw himself at his dad. He broke down into sobs almost instantly, clutching at him desperately. Burt patted him on the back gently, helping him out of the room.

He stayed clinging onto his father as the release forms were signed and they were allowed to leave. Finally Burt tugged away and nodded toward the other person, who had been hovering nervously. “You're driving home with him, okay?” Kurt sighed shakily and nodded, letting himself be lead away from his dad.

“Orange isn't really your color.” He finally said after they drove in silence for a few awkward minutes. The one sentence was enough to make him break completely. The tears began streaming again as he tired to force the words out.

“I-I'm so sorry, I di-didn't want, I couldn't, he would have-” He began to hyperventilate as the car pulled over. They was a scrambling noise before his door opened, and he was pulled into warm arms. He felt hot tears, not his own, hitting his neck.

“It's okay. You're okay. I'm not upset. I love you. You're okay.”

the end