Chapter nine

Kurt slipped in and out of consciousness for about an hour after Blaine had laid him down. He faintly registered Rachel squeezing his hand once or twice, but he was mostly incoherent.

Finn Hudson. 

It was so close to his worst nightmare. He never thought he'd see his family again, but here they were. His brother was in the same city as him and it was the worst thing imaginable. He could never let Finn see him like this. He had to get out of here.

The last time he saw Finn was eight years ago.

Kurt slid open the privacy curtain he had personally installed a year before. “Finn?”

“Yeah?” Finn was sitting on his bed with a Geometry book open at his feet. He closed it and turned his attention towards Kurt.

“Never mind, it's stupid, you can go back to-”

“Bro. You can talk to me about anything.” The sincerity in Finn's eyes was what caused Kurt to rush over and sit at the end of his bed.

“When you wanted to take the next step with Quinn, how did you go about…getting her to?”

“Um…well I asked. She said no, so we didn't.” Kurt's eyes were burning holes in his bedspread. “Dude, what is going on? Do you need like sex advice, because I don't know about-”

“No! I just…Stephen wants me to…go all the way with him, but I'm scared.”

Finn's eyes stormed over. Stephen. He hated Stephen, the pompous asshole. 

“Kurt, you never have to do anything your uncomfortable with, do you hear me? You don't owe him anything.” 

Kurt nodded and stood. “Thanks, Finn.” 

“Anytime.”

On his way out, Kurt stopped at the curtain and turned to face Finn. 

“Finn? I want you to know that even though we're not blood brothers, I love you like one.”

Finn grinned. “I love you too.”

Kurt shook out of the haze and squeezed his eyes shut. He never went back to these memories, these memories killed him. He tried to stay awake, but exhaustion took hold once again. 

Lips. Hands. Heat. Kurt was on top of Stephen in the backseat of his car, but he was hardly the one in control. He couldnt focus on anything, but he knew this was just too much too soon. Kurt grasped the wrists of the hands groping his ass and pulled them away.  

“Stephen, I told you I wanted to go slow.” Stephen smiled and flipped them over. Kurt let out an ‘oof' and stared up at Stephen, shocked. 

“Come on, baby. We've been dating for three months.” Stephen reached down and palmed at Kurt's no longer hard cock. It hurt more than it felt good.

“Stephen get off of me.” Kurt tried to force Stephen off of him, but Stephen was too big. 

“I know you want this, just relax, baby.” Stephen unzipped Kurt's pants and forced them down his legs.

“No! Stephen, stop, please. Steph-mph.” 

Stephen slapped a hand over Kurt's mouth. “Can you be quiet, or are we doing this the hard way?” 

Kurt's eyes were blown back, terrified, but he made no sound, he couldn't. His voice had betrayed him.

Kurt cried silent tears. His arms were pinned down against the car seats and he was absolutely paralyzed with fear.

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“Shhh. You're okay baby.” Stephen whispered quietly in his ear as he thrust harshly in and out. He had prepped Kurt, but not enough for his first time. Kurt had almost blacked out with pain more than once. 

“Ste-stephen.” Kurt's hoarse whisper came out. “Stop. Please stop, I won't tell anyone.”

Stephen groaned. “I'm so close, baby.” Stephen thrust in hard, hardest one yet, and Kurt cried out in pain. “You're so tight, baby. I should start fucking strictly virgins.” 

Kurt wailed, his voice had come back to him, but it was only making it worse. “What did I say about keeping quiet, Kurt?” He thrust in four hard times before freezing and shuddering. “Oh, baby, I'm coming. Kurt, you did so well.” 

Kurt cried and cried. He passed out just before Stephen pulled out, clambered out of the back and slipped into the front seat. He started the ignition and was driving out of the lot when his phone rang. 

“Boss? Yeah I got him. We'll be there in a few hours. See you then.”

Kurt shuddered and tried to sit up, but Rachel's tiny (yet, oddly strong) hand gently pushed his shoulder back down. 

“Kurt, you need to rest, just close your eyes ok?” He whimpered, but slipped back into sleep.

Kurt woke up laying on all cold concrete floor, naked and aching. He shakily got to his feet and stood. He had never felt anything more excruciatingly painful. He screamed and fell back to the ground. 

“He's awake.”

“Kurt! Glad you could join us, we were just about to go over the rules.” A friendly looking woman stood above Kurt.

“Rules? Where's Stephen? What is going on, where am I?”

“Shh.” The woman crouched next to him and rubbed his shoulder gently. “Calm down. I'm very sorry Stephen did what he did to you, but you need to listen to me and pay attention, or you might get hurt again.”

Kurt just looked at her.

“Kurt, I'm going to tell you what we do here, and then I'm going to tell you the rules. You follow the rules, you live. You don't…well we cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Dalton is like a training camp. We teach you how to behave, and if you're successful, then we send you off to the next stage.”

“Behave? What?”

Her soft smile turned into a grimace. “Do not interrupt, that's one of the rules. Kurt, I'm going to put this simply for you, you are now an escort. Men will order you and we will send you to them.” Kurt's jaw hit his chest. “Oh, but don't worry! As soon as you are trained and obedient, you will have an immense amount of independence. Your first appointment will be tomorrow.”

Kurt got up from the ground slowly, staring at the woman for at least a minute. He suddenly bolted towards the door and yanked the handle. Locked. He jiggled it until he heard three steps of heels clicking towards him.

“Oh, Kurt, dear. You truly shouldnt have done that. Your first lesson will have to begin right now.” With that, she pulled a riding crop out of her belt. Kurt closed his eyes just before-

“Kurt. Kurt. Kurt!” Rachel's voice pulled him out of the nightmare, he sat up. “Someone's here to see you. They're waiting in the kitchen.” 

“No. No. No, Rachel, make him leave.”

“Kurt?” Finn cracked open the door and peaked in. Kurt couldnt move. “Kurt!” Finn caught Kurt's eye and shoved the door open. In three huge strides, Finn yanked Kurt up into the most bone-crushing hug he had ever had. It was the most amazing thing he's felt in eight years. “Kurt, I never thought I'd ever hug you again, oh my god.”

Neither Kurt nor Finn could help sobbing in each other's arms. 

“Kurt,” and here was the question Kurt had been dreading, “where have you been?” 

Kurt almost passed out again just at the thought of answering, but instead, he opened his mouth and started to speak.

“I suppose I should start at the beginning…”