#cophinewrites

Kurt was counting down the days before he would graduate and get away from it all. Get away from school. Get away from his so-called family. Get away from Blaine. He couldn’t imagine how his foster parents hadn’t caught on that the torment he was forced to experience in every room of the house, so he could only assume they turned a blind eye. 

So when both parents took an overnight vacation just for themselves, Blaine’s terror reign really took a turn for the worst.

When Artie had suffered the car accident as a child, the only thing he could see his future being was being glued to that chair for the rest of his life. Even in high school he had struggled with the idea, holding onto the tiniest hope that one day he’d be able to use his legs once again and perhaps not feel so useless. The only thing was, that future seemed to dim to black as the years went on. It didn’t help either that his entire world was still grayscale, not having met his soulmate in all the years stuck in Ohio. 

That all changed though. The end of his senior year, a cure in surgery had been discovered and after learning all he could about the tests, he was willing to go under the knife. The last thing he wanted was to in his chair without anyone nearby that he could call in case of emergency. So with the surgery complete, he was already half-way there. 

As it turned out, his world would turn to color at long last after landing his sights on his soulmate at long last. Things were looking up. Until they weren’t. 

It was his wedding, a day most people dreamed of. Everything was perfectly arranged and planned, people actually showed up, and so far nothing to report in a negative light. Even Audra was on her bet behavior. Although was he really that surprised seeing as she had seen more of Blaine then her actual father for the last few years? She loved Blaine. Blaine loved her. Blaine loved him, or so he’d like to believe. Did he love him back? He kept telling himself he did. They were far more healthy and open with each other, something he didn’t really get with Sebastian. Feelings were usually pushed to the back burner for a discussion that never came up. 

“Kurt?” He could hear Mercedes voice through the hotel door which broke him from his train of thought. What had he been thinking again? 

“I’m really busy in here, ‘Cedes. I’m almost ready. I swear.” He doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince, whether it be himself or her. But either way he’s spraying more of his hairspray into his already well styled coif. He heard the door open and click shut and he could only image Mercedes let herself in since she and Blaine were the only two with spare room keys in case Audra needed him or other reasons involving an emergency.

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

LISTEN...listen. You have it so good! SO GOOD! Let me tell you. LET ME TELL YOU. Because you have it so good. See I had sex with a TALL guy. Yeah you heard me right. A tall, rodent looking, horse faced thing called Sebastian Smythe.

Okay? So this thing, Sebastian. A guy not a crab. He’s a guy! A guy I slept with soooo many times. So many times. I’m telling you that he knew how to get me into his bed and it pisses me off! Y’know?! HOW DARE HE! How dare he sway me into bed....and make me feel things. Fuck that. I’m Kurt Hummel, feeling things is for people with hearts and mothers. But he made me feel things. So many things. Rage...anger...annoyance....rage.......love.

I miss him sometimes. 

Audra misses him too.

...Fuck.

WHY DID HE HAVE TO BE SUCH AN ASS? We were good! We were good and made love like we were made to be together. TOGETHER FOREVER! He proposed y’know. I have the ring still. I....have it around my neck sometimes when I really miss him. EVEN THOUGH I SHOULDN’T MISS HIM! Because...he’s tall. He’s so damn tall and makes me feel so small and--hEY that rhymes. 

I love Blaine. He’s so pretty. He smells great. But...not as great as Sebastian. Sebastian smells good at many things. He smells good sleeping. Or in the bath tub. He smells good when he’s angry and when he’s interacting with kids. He smells great when he isn’t being an ass, because asses don’t smell great. They smell like shit. 

Send in * for my muse’s reaction to yours slapping mine on the ass

“I officially hate you,” Carson mutters from where he’s leaning against the booth table. He had nothing against iHop, it was the fact that he was stuck in this iHop with the one person who kidnapped him and forced him on this stupid road trip that he did not sign up for. Wasn’t like he had anything better to do at home, but still it was insufferable how this Sebastian guy kept thinking he would gain something from keeping him hostage for how ever long.

“I can live with that,” Sebastian retorts, mouthful of pancakes as he shoots Carson a smirk from across the table causing Carson to only glare as hard as his facial muscles could handle. “Because I know at some point, you’re going to break and let me fuck you.”

With a snort, Carson rolls his eyes and pushes himself up from the slouched position he had been in to fix his posture and pull his plate of French toast closer so he could begin to devour them. “Keep wishing, Smythe. I’d rather take a shit in front of the pope.”

With food finished, Carson stood first to place some tip money on the table as Sebastian had been the one paying for all the food and lodging they had been doing as of late. Carson knew the guy could afford it. The bastard was rich with his daddy’s money, so Carson didn’t feel bad that Sebastian was pretty much wasting the cash on these things. But he was willing to reward the employees waiting on them, seeing as they’d have to deal with Sebastian’s overall awfulness. Just as he was tucking his wallet back in his pocket, a swift smack came down hard on his ass. His natural reaction was to jump, taking a quick turn to shoot another disapproving and rather shocked look.

“What the hell?!” His voice raises and the other patrons look up. “You fucking asshole!” Face red, he passes Sebastian to head outside. He could feel Sebastian’s smugness behind him and it was driving him up the wall.

“You liked it, babe. Don’t even deny it. And that’s a nice filthy mouth you have, maybe we should put it to use.” The taller of the two slides up behind Carson once outside, one arm wrapping around Carson’s waist to pull them flush against one another for a second or two. “Bet you get even filthier when you’re being fucked.”

(Incoming text from 🔥Tana; YOU’RE A RUDE BITCH AND I HOPE YOU STUB YOUR TOE LATER TODAY)

[text]: EXCUSE YOU

[text]: I told you why I couldn’t show up tonight. I told you. I was being considerate! I’m not like you with not saying anything and just bailing last minute!

Kurt was almost becoming immune to the abuse. To every slap against his alabaster skin which would form some kind of bruise for a few days at the least. It wasn’t something he enjoyed, an he would still flinch every time Hunter came at him with his hand raise to the point of cowering. It was something the bastard seemingly liked because that cruel smirk would appear every time. And last night was no different. Kurt had spilled some food all over the floor in the kitchen and Hunter had come home in a mood. Not at all surprising since he was definitely in a mood most days. But either way, it ended up with Kurt being slapped across the face and dragged out of the kitchen by his hair. It would only get worse from there, and really Kurt had let himself pass out at one point just to not focus on the pain anymore. When he woke up, he was sore all over and had a nice split lip which he couldn’t entirely remember getting. Hunter tended to stay away from hitting his face to bruising state but Kurt suspected after he passed out, Hunter let him hit the floor out of spite before being carried to the bedroom. Either way, he had to clean himself off and clean fresh wounds on his ass in the morning before heading to school with Hunter’s possessive hold on his arm. He would only be released really when they finally would part ways from having different classes. It didn’t stop anyone from staring at him as he entered the classroom and dropped into his assigned seat. Some of the other wolves licked their chops hungrily, clearly smelling Kurt’s vulnerability and wanting to take advantage.

The overall feeling of being watched had Kurt finally making an escape. He asked to visit the bathroom, which he was granted since he was known as the alpha’s mate, though he took a detour to go outside and just breathe. He was sitting under a tree in the fresh air for only ten minutes before he could sense someone approaching from behind. Fear crept back into his body, and he was already hugging his knees to his chest, hoping to avoid being the attention grabber. The hand running through his hair caused him to look up, meeting Sebastian’s smug but concerning eyes. Immediately his shoulders dropped in relief, knowing Sebastian wouldn’t harm him.

“I thought your smell was familiar,” he huffs, moving to stand in front of Sebastian and then dropping into a squat. “Woah, when did you get that?” The other boy reaches forward, brushing at the cut on Kurt’s bottom lip, which was so gentle that it sent a shiver down Kurt’s spine.

It was laughable almost, knowing Sebastian and Hunter were so close that Sebastian would question where Kurt’s bruises came from. “Last night,” Kurt replies with a small shrug, trying to brush it off, “I was feeling weak and dropped the pan of tomato sauce all over the kitchen floor. He didn’t like that.” Bringing his hand up to feel over his own swollen lip after Sebastian was done stroking it.

“Poor baby,” Sebastian coos, dropping to sit beside Kurt and pull him into a hug. Something Kurt didn’t even know he was craving. He didn’t get much affection, if at all, these days. Hunter’s touch was rarely soft and loving, and because Sebastian was willing to give Kurt the affection Hunter neglected, it was easy to see how the porcelain boy could fall so easily into his embrace every time he offered it.