Trust

Chapter Five

“Don’t wait up for me tonight, I’ll be out late,” is what Kurt says on Friday, shouldering his bag and wearing normal clothes this time…Finn won’t know that he’s packed some of his old stuff in the bag so he can change once he gets to the location. 

It being Friday, he’s been kicked out of his and Rachel’s place again because Paul will be over, and while he’d rather not say anything at all Finn gets as protective as his father and he knows that if he doesn’t he’ll get phone calls and texts from the other man. 

“Why?  This dude of yours work at a club?” Finn raises an eyebrow from where he’s watching TV and lopes across the apartment, actually reminding Kurt of his father in that moment. 

“Yes.  Gay bar.”

“Maybe I should come with you just in…”

“Finn, trust me.  If you come with, either you have to pretend to be my boyfriend or you’re going to get a lot of unwanted attention.  I know you’re fine with my sexuality, but I doubt that you’ll want inebriated, half-dressed men hanging all over you,” he says this all in a dull tone, knowing it will scare Finn off, and his stepbrother shuffles his feet before taking a step back and muttering something about ‘busy anyway’ and Kurt smirks and heads out the door.

Yes, he’s nervous, but he also knows that Blaine will take care of him, and that’s what’s most important.

Well, that and the money, but he can’t lie to himself and pretend that if he hadn’t met somebody like Blaine he would still be going back. 

It’s just the way he is.

000

The woman who greets him, wearing some sort of corset that bares her breasts and carrying a whip in her hand, is most certainly not Blaine and he shrinks back a little without realizing it, not looking at her as he sidles past to the washroom and gets into Finn’s clothes, knowing they’re going to be ripped off him right away but taking a bit of comfort in it regardless. 

He stows his free clothes in the corner and exits, trying to keep his head high and stay positive.  He doesn’t have to do this, not if Blaine’s not there, but he still does really need the money and he knows that he has every right to put a stop to anything if he feels they’re pushing it too far. 

The woman introduces herself as ‘Ruby’ and eyes him appraisingly, and honestly, couldn’t they have at least found another man to do this?  Kurt basically screams ‘gay’ and they think a woman’s going to get him aroused? 

“Where’s Blaine?” he finally finds his voice and she clicks her tongue sympathetically, faux-red hair falling in her eyes as she tickles under his chin with long, fake nails and he jerks back. 

“Oh, honey, Blaine’s caught in a traffic jam and probably won’t be here, so you and I are going to have fun tonight.  Won’t that be good?” her voice is sickeningly sweet and he wants to tell her to tuck her boobs away because they’re certainly not doing anything to turn him on; he can practically see the implants. 

“I requested that Blaine be the only one to oversee my sessions,” he tries to keep his voice steady and controlling.  “And I’m gay, if you haven’t noticed.  That,” he finally gestures vaguely to her body, “is having the opposite effect that it should.”

“Aw, sweetie, does it make you uncomfortable?” she leans closer and he actually does take a step back this time because this is not helping any. 

“Yes.”

“Fine,” she huffs and stands up, grinning a second later.  “I’ll change.  You sit down on the stool and then we can get started, okay?” and she’s back to being perky as she walks off, Kurt taking a shaky breath before going to sit down. 

God, he hopes this takes a long time. 

Maybe Blaine will show up, then. 

000

“Strip,“ is the order he gets and he looks up in surprise, because he’d actually found having his clothes forcibly torn from him rather arousing and taking them off himself just isn’t nearly as appealing. 

But he does as he’s told, running over the interview in his mind.  It had been fairly standard, much like last time, but of course with ‘why are you back’ instead of ‘why are you here,’ and while Ruby was dressed in a corset that actually covered her breasts this time…a marked improvement…there’s still something about her that is rubbing Kurt the wrong way and he hopes that it’s nothing. 

He’s finally naked, standing up fully with his cock completely soft and he’s far more aware of the cameras this time that he’s not aroused in the least. 

“Good.  Now let’s get you set up,” she smiles wickedly, lengths of rope in her hands, and when he’s done he’s hanging rather uncomfortably from the ceiling, one leg tied so that his knee is bent, calf pressed to his thigh, and the other left free but he’s so high up his toes are barely brushing the ground.  His arms are bound behind him, elbows bent so he’s gripping them, and the strain is already starting to hurt his shoulders where the rope is attached to the ceiling. 

“Pretty.  Now open up for me,” Ruby’s suddenly in front of him with some sort of gag in her hands and he tenses because yes, he’d okayed that on the form but he didn’t…

Well, he can’t do much about it, so he opens his mouth and she sets a rather large ball between his teeth, stretching his jaw uncomfortably as she buckles it behind his head. 

“Good.  Stay there,” she laughs like he has some sort of choice but he resists the urge to glare at her and tried to steady himself, toes scrabbling at the ground as he sways. 

The smack of the whip against his ass makes him start, swinging almost uncontrollably because that hurts, and he whines a little around the gag before she’s grabbing his hips, stilling him and the feel of her hands on his skin is making him shiver. 

And not the way Blaine did. 

“We’re going to have some fun, honey,” she promises, and he can hear something clank before she’s holding up a rather large, metal vibrator and stroking it playfully.  “You’ll look amazing with this inside you.”

And that’s the last straw, because yes, he may have checked the boxes but Blaine had been considerate enough to respect his virginity and this woman was just going to shove this…this thing into him, probably without prepping him properly because she hasn’t done anything else properly yet (he’s starting to lose feeling in his arms).

He tries to protest but of course all that comes out is a muffled groan that she mistakes for pleasure, and with the way he’s tied he can’t even move away despite trying to.  Her fingers are probing between his legs, slick with something that he knows is lube and it makes him sick to his stomach, chest heaving with breath and eyes rolling back in his head as she strokes over his entrance. 

He’s preparing himself for the pain, just wanting it all to end, and the tip of her finger is just about to breach his body when he hears an angry,

“Stop it!  Cut!  Ruby, what the Hell are you doing to him?”

And Kurt nearly sobs in relief because Blaine looks like some sort of avenging angel, completely undone and wearing normal clothes, hair curly and eyes dark as he stalks across the floor and God, he is beautiful. 

“Blaine!  I thought you weren’t…”

“You know damn well I’ve got all night for him and yet you still go against my request and start without me?  And this?” he yanks the toy from her hand and places it aside, glaring at her. 

“I wanted to see what the fuss was about with this one…”

“Ruby, he asked for me for a reason.  I wanted to keep him exclusive for a reason.  He’s not some toy you can experiment with,” Blaine’s voice softens and Kurt squirms again.  “Help me get him down, somebody get him some vitamin water or something, and you…” he turns back to Ruby.  “Leave.  And don’t come near him again.”

“Fine.  Ruin my fun,” she sniffs petulantly but does as she’s told, stopping to slide a hand down Kurt’s back and smack his ass on the way by as Kurt grunts again and Blaine literally growls at her, but soon enough he’s being untied and ungagged and his legs completely give out, arms tingling as the blood flows back and Blaine’s picking him up and moving over to a corner of the room that actually has a couch there. 

“Everybody take ten.  We’ll start again after that,” he directs the cameramen who all leave without a word, save for one who passes Blaine the water and something else that Kurt can’t quite see before he too leaves, and when Kurt is pulled into Blaine’s lap on the couch he can’t complain too much. 

He nuzzles into Blaine’s neck like a frightened animal, trying to get his body’s shaking under control, and Blaine soothes him and rubs his shoulders before uncapping the water and passing it over. 

“Drink that.  You need it,” Blaine says quietly and Kurt does, gulping at it gratefully and working his jaw a bit, still feeling the stretch of the ball in his mouth.  “And here.  Eat this.  It’ll help,” Blaine breaks off a piece of what Kurt realizes is chocolate and passes it over and Kurt doesn’t eat chocolate much, obviously, but he figures it’s okay to this time. 

God, if Blaine had been a second later…

Best not to think about that.  He’s fine, he’s safe, and the chocolate is delicious.  “Who are you, Remus Lupin?” he asks sarcastically as does, his normal defences seeping through.  “Chocolate the answer to everything?”

“Hey, he was a very wise man,” Blaine laughs, seemingly relieved that he’s feeling better.  “And it does.  Don’t tell me you’re not feeling better?”

“Okay, I am,” Kurt rolls his eyes but he’s grateful for the kindness.  “And thank you.  I was…”

“I know,” Blaine assures him.  “God, the one day I decide to take a cab instead of the subway and this happens.  But she didn’t…do anything else, did she?”

“No, you caught the beginning,” Kurt promises, noticing that Blaine’s gripping his hand rather tightly and he wants to ask why he cares so much but right now it’s just enough that he does. 

“Do you want to leave?  You’re not obligated to stay, not after that,” Blaine assures him, but Kurt’s feeling much more like himself now and he knows he’ll enjoy it with Blaine so he shakes his head. 

“No, I’m okay now.  I just…wanted you here,” he whispers, aware how utterly pathetic that sounds but Blaine leans in to rest their foreheads together (and, Kurt notes, he smells amazing) before pulling back. 

“Okay.  I’ll get changed, you eat the chocolate and drink some more water, and then we can try again.  Sound good?”

“Perfect,” Kurt smiles, because it does. 

It really does. 

000

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he glances up later, the night finally catching up with him as he’s collapsed on his bed, still in Finn’s clothes but he hasn’t bothered to take them off.  Blaine had been…amazing, of course, but the feeling of Ruby’s fingers around him and almost in him wouldn’t quite go away and he just wants Blaine to stay holding him all night even though he knows that’s impossible. 

“Bad night?  You’re wearing my stuff, dude,” Finn points out quietly and Kurt nods.  “Wanna talk?”

And yes, he does, but he can’t.  Not with Finn, not about this, so he shakes his head and feels the bed dip as the taller man sits beside him. 

“This dude you’re going for…he didn’t…”

Kurt has to smile at Protective Big Brother Finn showing up but the last thing he needs is for Finn to be angry with Blaine, so he shakes his head again. 

“No.  Just…somebody else giving me some unwanted attention,” he admits, because it’s not a lie.  Not really.  “Nothing happened, don’t freak out, but I just…didn’t like the feeling.” 

After Karofsky and having his first real kiss taken from him by force, he’s always had a bit of an issue with control and he thinks maybe that’s part of the reason why he’d freaked out so much with Ruby: he was flashing back.  He didn’t feel safe, he felt forced, and everything together had just snowballed into something that had terrified him.  With Blaine it all felt like a choice, like he could say ‘no’ if he wanted to, and to him there was nothing more important. 

Everything’s okay now.  But he still needs the comfort.

He hears the bedsprings creak and a second later he’s being gently lifted so Finn can pull the sheet over them, and Finn isn’t Blaine but he’s found comfort in Finn’s arms more than once, although admittedly not usually when wearing the other man’s clothes and sharing a bed with him. 

“I thought sleeping with another ‘dude’ was ‘certified gay’ according to Puck,” he can’t help but quip and Finn laughs and shushes him. 

“Yeah, but you’re my bro, and you need it.  So just go to sleep, okay?  Everything’s cool.”

And leave it to Finn to cure everything with a single sentence, he thinks with an actual smile, but now that he’s warm and comfortable and he knows Finn will keep the nightmares at bay sleep sounds like a good option, and he dreams of the day when it can be somebody who loves him more than platonically holding him like this and drifts off to sleep.