"Oh god!" Kurt screamed, his hand moving faster as Dave pound into him from behind.
"Mr. Grohl... I-I..."
"You what?" Dave whispered in his ear. He grabbed a fistful of Kurt's blonde locks and pulled his head back.
"I love being treated like your whore." Kurt admitted. His teacher grinned before placing kisses down his neck.
"Mm. You're so tight baby." Dave whispered in his student's ear. Kurt moaned softly from underneath him.
"Oh... I'm gonna... Mr. Grohl... I'm gonna..."
"Gonna what?" He asked in a whisper.
"Kurt! Get up for school!" His mother yelled, waking him up from his dream. After seeing her son was awake, his mother went back downstairs.
Kurt's heart thumped in his chest. He pulled the cover off him to see his sheets were a dirty mess. He couldn't believe such dream he had.
But he didn't have time to think about it. He quickly changed his sheets and got ready for the day.
--->
"Detention, Mr. Cobain!" Mr. Cantrell said, slamming a note on Kurt's desk. Kurt slowly rose his head up from the desk and blinked a few times. He was so sleepy, he could hardly keep his eyes open.
"Which room?" Kurt asked.
"Room 124."
That was Mr. Grohl's room. But Kurt didn't really mind. He was actually probably Kurt's favorite teacher. He always seemed to be nice to Kurt, and treat him like no other students. But Kurt didn't really think anything of it.
With only two class periods left, the rest of the day went by pretty smoothly. Kurt was actually glad to have to stay after school. It meant less time at home.
After the hallways were mostly empty, Kurt knocked on Mr. Grohl's door. Only after a few seconds passed by, Mr. Grohl opened the door, inviting Kurt inside the classroom.
He gave the teacher the note, explaining why he had detention. Dave looked over it before looking up at Kurt.
"Falling asleep in class, hm? Such a bad boy." Mr. Grohl teased him. Kurt took a deep breath in before taking a seat in the front of the class. He was surprised to see there was no other students in the room. But it was Friday, so most students were probably on their best behavior today.
Dave took a seat as his desk and the room fell into silence. As Kurt stared at the floor, Dave was reminded of his fantasy. The ones where he fucked Kurt right in detention.
And right here the two were. No other teachers or students in the building. Everyone was gone, and everything was quiet.
"Kurt?"
"Hm?"
"You're falling asleep again." Mr. Grohl said with a chuckle. Kurt rubbed his tired eyes.
"I-I'm sorry." Kurt whispered. He was just so tired. And when he got tired, he just let everything out. And he did. Tears began to pour down his cheeks.
"Kurt?" His teacher whispered. He stood up from his seat and quickly walked over to Kurt. He kneeled down in front of him.
"Shhhh. Don't cry, Kurt."
"Fuck, I just wish I was dead, you know that? This week has been so. Fucking. Terrible."
"Why has it been so terrible?" Dave asked, rubbing Kurt's back for comfort.
"I can't tell you."
"Why?"
Kurt sniffled. "Because you'll tell the cops and all this shit. And I don't want that."
"What if I promise not to say a word?" Mr. Grohl asked.
"Okay... But promise me."
"I promise whatever you tell me will only stay between me and you. I won't tell a soul."
"My dad... He... Well, never mind."
"It's okay. Come on, just spit it out."
Kurt looked into his teacher's eyes, wondering if it was okay to say. But he didn't really care anymore. He couldn't just keep it to himself. He just wanted someone to care.
"My dad beats me. He beats me almost every night unless I get lucky enough for him to pass out on the way up the stairs. And for the past few days... he's been... ra-...raping me."
Mr. Grohl's eyes widened. His hands balled into fist. And his teeth sank deeply into his bottom lip.
But he tried to calm himself. He knew anger wasn't the best way to handle the situation. And he wouldn't want to scare Kurt.
"Kurt, please tell me it isn't true." He pleaded. Kurt wiped his eyes.
"I wish I could."
Dave didn't know what to do. His heart felt broke. How could such bad things happen to someone so wonderful?
Mr. Grohl took Kurt into his arms, giving him a strong hug. And that was exactly what Kurt needed at the moment. He could say he felt a bit better telling someone what had been occurring, but he really hoped Dave keeps his promise and doesn't tell anyone.
"It's going to be okay, Kurt. You're not going home tonight. You're coming with me." Dave whispered in his ear. And all Kurt could do was agree.
