“My friends and I share everything. Even you.”
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.Â
So when both parents took an overnight vacation just for themselves, Blaine’s terror reign really took a turn for the worst.
“Kurt,” Blaine hums, leaning in the doorway of his foster brothers bedroom, eyeing the porcelain boy who was trying very hard to ignore him and keep his focus on his computer where he was finishing up homework. “I have something for you to do.”
His stomach clenched in fear, feeling cold all over and a bit sick. Biting his bottom lip, he squinted at the computer screen to force himself to not look at the bastard. “No. I’m too busy with giving myself a future.” Comes the sharp response, fingers slamming against the keyboard.
Blaine snorts softly, pushing away from the doorway to approach the bed and slide onto it next to the other male, a hand extending in to remove Kurt’s hands from the keyboard so he could save what ever it was he was working on before shutting the laptop. Kurt being too tense to actually care or question. Although he really wanted to yell, wanted to argue, wanted to run, anything. But he sat there, completely frozen.
“I said, I have something for you to do.” Blaine repeats, this time in a lower register, threatening almost that always made Kurt shrink back. “You will do it, like the good boy you are. Won’t you, Kurt?”
He couldn’t argue, no matter how much he wanted to. All he could do was nod, and permit Blaine to pull him from the bedroom and downstairs where he showed him the bags of lingerie that he was squeezed into.
An hour of food preparing, and some so-called friends of Blaine’s showed up to watch some sport thing on TV. It didn’t seem that Kurt was really being noticed since the guys were far too interested in the game and the food, even with a half-dressed person in front of them serving them. The only one bothering to touch was Blaine, as if to remind Kurt that he had to keep it together and not bother to go too far since he’d be hunted down and things would be taken to an extreme. Something Kurt didn’t want. He just wanted it to be done and over with.
Of course the game had to end some time and all of that changed. “My friends and I share everything. Even you.” Blaine growls, turning the TV off and all eyes were on him. Kurt could feel his legs shaking. Two guys were getting up, moving behind the porcelain male and then strangers hands were feeling down the fitted corset and down to feel his ass.Â
Don’t cry. Don’t show them weakness. It’s what Blaine wants. He wants to see you break. You’re stronger than this. Maybe you’ll be able to pass out, pass the entire thing. Breathe, Kurt, breathe.
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Kurt ran his fingers over his daughter’s head, maybe for the hundredth time that night. He didn’t feel anything wrong and she wasn’t acting any different, especially since the doctor cleared her, but as a parent it was still the paranoia that was eating away at him non-the-less. Apart of him knew Sebastian didn’t mean it, accidents happen, but the majority of him also didn’t want to trust the guy to handle their daughter again. Even if it was irrational, and using extreme measures of thinking, he wasn’t seeing it as crossing the line of being insensitive towards the other half of his daughter’s DNA.
“How long are you going to be mad at me?” Sebastian asks from the doorway, since he knew better then to walk in without Kurt’s permission. He already got snapped at which lead to another verbal fight. And with Audra finally asleep in Kurt’s arms, he didn’t dare wake her.
At first Kurt didn’t speak, instead standing and carefully setting his daughter in her crib. He didn’t know what to say. Forever? I don’t know? He wasn’t exactly planning on staying under this roof much longer anyway since he feared for Audra’s safety. The first drop, she was fine. What if the second drop wasn’t?
Stepping out of the room, he closes the door a crack behind him and slowly folds his arms since now he felt empty without his daughter in his arms. “I...think I’m going to take Audra and stay with a friend for a while. She needs to stay safe, and even if you’re going to tell me that it was an accident, it still happened. Accident or not.” He offers Sebastian his usual stubborn look, letting him know without the words needed that he was final on that decision. “I’m exhausted...if she wakes up, you wake me up. Don’t think about picking her up” He points in Sebastian’s face, before disappearing into the bedroom next to Audra’s nursery.
