“You are nothing but a scared little boy who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!” Kurt screamed in Dave’s face and immediately regretted as the other boy’s hands gripped his face and closed the gap between them.

It was not how Kurt imagined his first kiss. It must have been gentle and sweet, full of emotion, with a person he loved, not with his biggest bully who appeared to be deep in a closet.

Dave broke the kiss and all Kurt wanted was to run away as fast as his legs allowed. But for some reason he couldn’t move. Later he would think that it was because his subconsciousness wanted this to happen.

Having noticed that the younger boy hadn’t moved, Dave’s face split into a devilish grin. “Aww, just look at you… Eagerly waiting to be touched by a real man,” he said and slammed Kurt into the locker.

“No,” Kurt said in a small voice, fear evident in his eyes, “please.”

“What was that?” the other boy asked, pressing his body hard into Kurt’s, letting the boy feel his hardness. “I like it when sluts like you beg.”

Kurt tried to push him away but the jock was too big, too strong. “Please, let me go…” he whispered brokenly, not being able to force himself to scream.

He felt his scarf being removed and soon after that Dave took both Kurt’s wrists into one hand and held them above his head, using his other hand to touch himself through his pants. He started sucking and biting Kurt’s neck while whispering in a low voice. “I know you want this. Those jeans of yours are always so tight. It’s like your ass has a neon sign – ‘come and fuck me, my hole is waiting for your cock’. I will make your wish come true.”

With that Dave moved his hand from himself and onto Kurt’s zipper. That’s when Kurt started to fully cry and scream. Scared that the janitor may hear him, even though he usually worked on the other side of school at that time, Dave grabbed Kurt’s discarded scarf from the bench, never letting go of the boy’s wrists, and once his whole body was pressing Kurt to the locker again, he quickly tied it over Kurt’s head, his screams subsiding considerably.

“I wish I didn’t need to gag you, Kurt,” Dave said and pushed the boy face first onto the floor after unzipping his pants. “I would like to hear you beg.”

Moments later Dave’s heavy body was on him, and Kurt’s head was spinning. It was happening and nobody was going to come to his rescue. The school was empty and he couldn’t even scream for help. It was hopeless. All he could do was cry when the jock pulled his pants and boxer briefs to his knees.

“You brought this onto yourself, Kurt. I told you not to push me but you didn’t listen to me. Why? Because you wanted this. Wanted to be fucked. Used,” he whispered into Kurt’ ear, unzipping his own pants and pushing them down. “You wanted my cock. And I will give it to you because I feel sorry for you. You should thank me.”

Kurt tried not to listen, not to feel but it was impossible. Dave’s words were like knives cutting into his mind, every touch much more intense under his panicked state. It was it, this was really happening and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The moment he realised it, Kurt stopped moving and trying to scream. He simply gave up.

“See? I knew you wanted this,” Dave grinned and positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing at Kurt’s hole. “Take it, slut.”

With those words Dave mercilessly slammed into Kurt and made the other boy scream in pain, both physical and emotional. Enjoying the effect the jock started pounding into him, faster and harder with each thrust.

“Tight little whore. You were born to be fucked,” Dave panted, enjoying the heat around his cock. “It’s the only thing you are good for.”

Dave didn’t last long. Several thrusts later Kurt felt him tense and the jock’s warm come filled him in. He collapsed on the younger boy and stayed for a few moments.

“I was right, that hole of yours was good to fuck,” he said pulling out of Kurt. “Oh, and I have a gift for you.”

The boy stood up and searched his locker. Moments later Kurt yelped when he felt something being pushed into him again. But it wasn’t Dave’s cock his time, only his finger that pushed something inside and left it there.

“If you tell anyone, two things will happen. It will either prove everyone what they already think – that you are a slut. Or I will kill you. Or maybe both, you may never know,” he said and pulled Kurt’s head up by his hair. “So you better keep your mouth shut.”

Kurt whimpered but didn’t move until Dave was long gone. After some time he slowly pushed himself up, his body screaming at him for moving. With shaking hands the boy pushed his pants and underwear up and stumbled into the bathroom. Once he emptied his stomach, he lowered the pants again and sat down on the toilet, trying hard to push out that something that Dave left inside him. Kurt screamed and cried because it hurt as if he was being cut in half.

After fifteen minutes something fell into the toilet, splashing some water onto Kurt’s ass. A few drops of come mixed with blood followed and the boy took some toilet paper to wipe himself clean. Without even looking Kurt flushed the water, never seeing how a red and blue eraser disappeared.

Trying his best to ignore the pain, Kurt reached the mirror. He looked at himself with empty eyes puffy from crying.

“You were born to be fucked,” he whispered to his own reflection.

…

Kurt Hummel had always been good at pretending, ever since he was a little boy. He could easily pretend that he had friends at the kindergarten when his parents asked him how his day was. He could make everyone believe that he easily bruised even though it took a hard slam for bruises to appear. But his biggest talent was to make everyone believe that he was happy when he was actually dying inside.

“Is it selfish of me to be happy that your dad made you transfer?” his new friend, Blaine, asked when he met Kurt after the boy and his dad talked to the headmaster of the Dalton Academy and signed the papers necessary for his transferring. “I mean, the circumstances are awful but I’m glad I will be able to see you more often.”

Kurt smiled at Blaine’s enthusiasm. He was right, the circumstances were awful but he didn’t know how horrible it really was. Few people knew why Kurt transferred and even they didn’t know the truth. They thought he was running away from his bullies. In a way, it was truth.

The difference between Blaine and the others was that Kurt told him about the kiss. Kurt never planned to tell him any of that but the dark haired boy was the first person he talked to after what happened and before Kurt could stop himself he mentioned the kiss. Fortunately, he stopped before saying anything else.

“It’s pity that I already have a roommate but I’ve heard that you will be rooming with Sebastian Smythe. He is a Warbler as well. I can assure that he is a nice guy. And not homophobic at all given that he is in fact gay,” Blaine said with a smile that had to assure Kurt that this Sebastian guy was nice.

“I can’t wait to meet him,” Kurt smiled.

“Hey, Kurt, let’s go. You still need to pack,” he heard his dad say.

“I’m coming, dad,” Kurt said looking over his shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Blaine. Thanks for everything.”

Blaine took his hand and squeezed it lightly. “I promise, Dalton will take a good care of you. You will be safe here.”

“I hope so. Goodbye.”

“Bye. Text me or call me if you need anything.”

…

“This is your dorm room, Kurt,” Blaine said as they stopped by one of the doors in a long corridor. “I texted Sebastian earlier, he knows you are coming but I think we should still knock.”

He did just that and moments later the doors opened to reveal a tall guy, quite handsome but not really Kurt’s type.

“Hey, Seb, this is Kurt, your new roommate. Kurt, this is Seb, um, your new roommate,” Blaine giggled.

“Nice to meet you, Kurt,” the tall guy – Sebastian – said smirking and opened the door wider, letting the boys in.

The room was big enough for two people and had two of each piece of furniture. Kurt was glad he could keep his clothes separately.

“You are lucky to be rooming with me,” Sebastian said. “This room has a pretty big bathroom.”

“Great to know,” Kurt smiled at him.

Blaine smiled excitedly seeing that the two boys seemed to hit it off just fine. “Do you need help unpacking?” he asked Kurt once he put the suitcase down by the end of the bed which was now Kurt’s.

“I’m fine, thank you for the offer though,” Kurt said. “I prefer unpacking on my own because when I know where all my stuff is.”

“Fair enough. So I will leave you to that. Seb, I hope I’m leaving Kurt in good hands,” Blaine said half jokingly.

“The best hands in Dalton, trust me,” the boy laughed and there was something about it that Kurt didn’t like.

…

Kurt decided he was being paranoid. Sebastian seemed to be a nice guy, just like Blaine had told him. He engaged him into a light conversation while he was unpacking. Feeling slightly uncomfortable Kurt talked to him even though he wished he was alone. He always wanted to be alone, the presence of other people tired him. Blaine being a strange exception.

The dinner that evening went fine. It was Saturday so there weren’t many students there. He walked back to his new room with Sebastian and Blaine, both of them telling funny stories about the Warblers. Kurt made sure to laugh where he was expected to.

That night Sebastian was the first to use the bathroom so once Kurt came back into the room wearing his pyjamas, he found his roommate on the bed, reading a magazine.

“So, I think I will go to bed early,” Kurt said, not sure what the normal etiquette between roommates should be. “You can keep the light on for as long as you need it.”

“Not so fast,” Sebastian smirked and quickly got up. He came closer and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist.

“What are you doing?” the boy asked, his breathing becoming faster.

Sebastian didn’t answer, just pressed their bodies together tighter. “You are so pretty,” he whispered against his neck.

“Stop it,” Kurt pleaded in a small voice, memories coming back to him.

“I know who you are, Kurt,” the taller boy said and grinded his hardness against Kurt’s thigh. “Karofsky told me everything about you. I want to see if he told me the truth.”

Tears started running down Kurt’s face as Sebastian slid his hands into his boxer briefs and cupped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, a finger ghosting his entrance.

“Tell me you want me, slut,” Sebastian growled pushing the tip of his finger into Kurt’s hole.

You were born to be fucked.

“I want you,” Kurt cried out.

…

“So, when are you going to make a move?” Jeff asked Blaine casually when he sat down next to him in the library.

Blaine looked at him curiously. “What are you talking about?”

Jeff sighed exaggeratedly. “Well, now that Kurt is here, I was hoping you would do something about that. I mean, you liked him the second you saw him. You serenaded to him.”

The curly haired boy smiled at the memory of the day Kurt came to Dalton to spy on the Warblers. “He doesn’t need a boyfriend right now.”

“How do you know what he needs? He is gay, hot, and single. You should ask him what he wants,” Jeff pointed out.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship. We haven’t known each other for hat long anyway,” Blaine defended his decision.

“I still think you should tell him how you feel and see what happens,” Jeff insisted.

“Fine,” Blaine said after a few moments. “I will talk to him tomorrow.”

…

“The last night was amazing,” Sebastian smirked when he noticed the other boy waking up. “I’m sure you enjoyed it as well.”

Kurt didn’t say anything. The memories of the previous night came back to him and he started crying silently.

“Oh, no need to be such a baby,” the other boy laughed. “If you behave, next time I may use more lube. As for now, you better not tell a living soul about this. Because if you do, I will end you.”

After the threat the boy left Kurt alone in the room. The rational part of him knew that he had to tell someone. But most people wouldn’t believe him, besides, it would break his dad’s heart. He couldn’t let that happen.

Kurt rolled on his back and regretted it immediately.

You will have to get used to it, he thought to himself.

…

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Blaine asked Kurt softly once he saw him in the cafeteria that morning. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

Kurt smiled sadly. “Homesick,” he explained vaguely but it was obvious that Blaine bought it.

“Happens to the best of us,” he joked. “You will get used to it but the beginning is always the most difficult.”

The boy laughed inwardly. Yes, he would have to get used to it.

“Come on, let’s get something inside you,” Blaine said and led the way to where the food was served. He didn’t notice how the other boy paled at his words.

…

“I’m so glad I got you as a roommate,” Sebastian panted, slamming into Kurt two weeks later. “We have such a tight bond.”

Biting his bottom lip Kurt tried to focus on positive thoughts while Sebastian’s cock was moving inside him. He hugged his pillow imagining it was his father he was holding onto. As his roommate pulled his hair, he tried to imagine it was his mother’s hand, caressing him after a nightmare. But his imagination was not strong enough to overcome the nightmare he was living in. The pain was too real to ignore.

It took a while for the boy to finish. Unfortunately, Sebastian had a better stamina than Dave and he proved that every day.

Once Sebastian pulled out Kurt was glad it was finally over but then he felt something cold being pushed inside him. But it wasn’t like the last time when Dave decided to torture him with an eraser. This time it was something much bigger, even thicker than Sebastian’s cock.

“Ass plug,” the boy explained and Kurt could hear he was smiling. “You are going to sleep with it. I want you nicely stretched for me tomorrow morning.”

The boy disappeared into the bathroom and came back not long after.

“Sleep tight, slut,” Sebastian yawned and went to bed.

Kurt didn’t cry anymore. It never helped him anyway. The boy accepted that this was his new life. After all, he was born to be fucked.

…

“Hey Kurt!” someone shouted and he saw Blaine waving at him from where he was sitting with a few friends, Sebastian being one of them. “Come join us for breakfast.”

Kurt smiled and went to join the boys. He carefully sat down next to Jeff who smiled at him warmly.

“Slept well?” Blaine started the conversation.

“Oh he did,” Sebastian interrupted before Kurt could answer. “You should have heard him moaning.”

The boy felt his face turning pink. He had a nightmare, so he couldn’t moan in his sleep. He felt embarrassed of what Sebastian said because he didn’t want the others, especially Blaine, to think of him as a whore even though he was one.

The table erupted with laughter; Blaine was the only one who didn’t join in. He rolled his eyes playfully. “Very mature, Seb.”

“I bet it was a duet,” Blaine’s roommate Wes said and it ended in another burst of laughter.

The pink colour from Kurt’s cheeks was drained once he heard the comment.

“I’m sure we would sound good together. Don’t you think, Kurt?” Sebastian asked innocently.

“I don’t know,” he answered and stood up not able to take it any longer. “I just remembered I left my history homework in our room. I’ll see you later, guys.”

But he didn’t go to the dorm room. Once he found the closest bathroom, he locked himself in a toilet stall and threw up those few small bites of toast he had managed to eat before the whole conversation.

Now everyone would think he was a cock slut. Maybe it was for the better, maybe someone else would want to fuck him as well. Maybe it would be Blaine. Maybe he would be gentle.

…

“So, I’ve been thinking,” Wes broke the silence in his and Blaine’s dorm room where they were both doing homework for the next day.

“That’s new,” Blaine laughed.

Wes snorted; it was normal for them to make fun of each other. “You and Kurt. You still haven’t talked to him.”

Blaine sighed. “Whenever I get a moment with him, it doesn’t feel right, you know? And I still have no idea how he feels about me.”

Wes closed his textbook and faced Blaine. “Oh, please, it’s obvious that he is into you. That look in his eyes when he looks at you…” he shook his head. “Just talk to him, trust me.”

Blaine knew that Wes was right – he had to talk to Kurt. He couldn’t handle the situation he was in. He was madly in love with his best friend and it was killing him. He had to do something.

“I will talk to him tomorrow.”

…

Kurt was lying on his bed naked, trying to fall asleep but the cock shaped gag in his mouth wasn’t helping him.

During the first month at Dalton Kurt realised that Sebastian rarely slept through the night. And once he woke up, it was difficult for the boy to get back to sleep. Hence, he needed help in a form of orgasm. Masturbation was long forgotten after Kurt came into his life.

The first time it happened, it shocked Kurt so much that he started screaming once his pyjamas pants were pulled down and a slick cock slammed into him. Sebastian was quick to cover his mouth so that the boy’s screams wouldn’t wake up anyone on their floor.

With time it became normal for Kurt to sleep naked with a gag in his mouth – it was easier for Sebastian because clothing was not in a way and no matter how much it startled Kurt, the boy couldn’t scream. The noises, muffled by the gag, could be explained as a wet dream.

After a month Kurt could hardly recognise himself. He was even paler than he used to be and much skinnier. His dad and Carole noticed when he came back home one weekend but Kurt blamed it on the school load.

…

“I don’t know how to do it, Trent,” Blaine whined. “I’m hopeless.”

His fellow warbler giggled. “No, you aren’t. Listen, you said he had mentioned being romantic, right?”

Blaine nodded.

“Then you need to woo him. Show him how you feel, do something romantic. Flowers, candies, songs, dinner… There are so many options. Just choose the one that is closest for you and that you think he would appreciate the most.”

Blaine looked at him with disbelief. “Since when are you a love guru?”

“Since John asked me out and we went on a date which was perfect. But I won’t tell the details because I don’t want you to copy anyone. I want you to do it on your own – Anderson style.”

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll woo him tomorrow,” Blaine nodded slowly, making a mental note to visit one of his favourite shops. “As for now, I promised to lend him one book so I have to get going.”

…

“I saw you going into Blaine’s room after dinner,” Sebastian said coldly when Kurt sneaked into their room a little before the curfew. “What did you do?”

Kurt swallowed loudly. “He lent me a book. I went into his room to get it,” he explained.

“Couldn’t he just bring it to you?”

“He asked me to come in. I didn’t want to be impolite,” Kurt said hugging himself tightly.

“Did you let him fuck you?” Sebastian asked angrily.

Kurt’s eyes widened. “No, of course not!”

Sebastian walked over to Kurt and pulled him to the table. “I don’t believe you,” he said bending Kurt over the table and pulling his pants and underwear down.

Without any further warning three fingers found their way into Kurt’s hole. The boy bit his tongue because a scream was forming and threatening to leave his throat.

“Still tight, I see,” Sebastian smirked satisfied and removed his fingers. “Why didn’t you let Anderson fuck you, huh?”

Kurt didn’t answer.

“Wait… Do you maybe love him?” he laughed. “Do you have some weird romantic fantasy about him? That he will come and make love to you? Well, I have news to you – it’s not going to happen. Nobody could ever love you.”

Sebastian slapped his ass cheek and took his travelling bag as Kurt stood up and pulled up his pants.

“I’m going home. I’ll come back on Sunday,” he said and packed some stuff silently. “I’ll miss you.”

Kurt didn’t see Sebastian’s satisfied smile as he left. He went to the bathroom and threw up as always. When he came back into the room he heard his phone vibrating.

Blaine: Hey, are you busy? I would like to talk to you. I know it’s almost curfew but Wes is in charge tonight so no worries.

Kurt looked at the message and smiled warmly at it. He wanted to talk to him as well.

Kurt: Sorry, a headache. I will go to bed early. Can we talk tomorrow?

Blaine: I will come to see you before breakfast!

Kurt: See you. Sweet dreams!

Blaine: Sleep tight!

Kurt’s heart clenched at the last message.

You were born to be fucked.

…

“…a moment...when you say to yourself...'Oh. There you are… Um, I've been looking for you forever.'”

“Well, lucky you – you found me,” David laughed.

“Don’t laugh,” Blaine rolled his eyes. He was in his dorm room with Wes and David, watching a movie but Blaine’s mind was far away. “I have to make a perfect speech tomorrow if I want to ‘woo Kurt’ as Trent said.”

Both Wes and David giggled. “Don’t worry it will be just fine,” Wes said and patted his shoulder. “Stop the movie, I need to go through the rooms to see if everyone is in there. I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Wes left and Blaine raised his hand a little in front of himself to see them shaking. “Oh my god, it’s happening, I’m really going to do it…”

“And you two will finally be together,” David said. “Do you think that rose will survive until tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah it should.”

…

Wes must have come back in half an hour. But almost an hour passed and he was nowhere to be seen. Soon the boys heard hurried steps in the corridor and voices that didn’t even try to be silent. They peeked through the door to see paramedics and police officers in the corridor. Other students started to open their doors as well to see what was going on.

With horror Blaine watched as people went into Kurt’s dorm room. His legs started moving towards the boy’s room and he saw Wes coming out of it, his clothes and hands covered in blood.

“Wes,” Blaine choked.

…

It was a beautiful day. It seemed that the world was laughing at their faces. But Blaine thought that it was Kurt who wanted them to have a beautiful weather while saying their goodbyes.

There was no note, no explanation why any of this had to happen. There was only a small body in a puddle of dark blood. There was only a crowd of people crying their hearts out.

His family members said a few words, the New Directions and Warblers joined into a song, the lead sung by Rachel and Sebastian, as the only thing that Blaine was capable of during those days was crying.

As the coffin with Kurt’s body was lowered into the ground, people started throwing white flowers on it. Blaine came closer and threw a single red rose.

“I love you, Kurt,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Blaine,” Kurt said, lightly touching his shoulder. “Thank you for the rose. It’s beautiful.”

Kurt turned around and disappeared among the trees. Blaine looked back but didn’t see anything. For some reason his heart felt slightly lighter.