Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 14: Hero

~It’s funny how heroes can appear in so many different forms~

A feeling of dread went through Kurt. He heard another chuckle before he felt the man snaking his arms around Kurt’s waist. One of the man’s hands was raised to tilt Kurt’s chin, forcing him to look at the man. His eyes were grey; fierce and cruel.

“That was such a wonderful performance you put on back there,” the man purred into Kurt’s ear. “Think you could do it again?”

“W-what do you want?” Kurt struggled to keep his voice even. Even in the midst of all the dizzying waves in his mind caused by the alcohol, he could still comprehend the danger he was currently facing.

“Oh come on, sweet cheeks. You know what I want,” replied the man coolly. Kurt’s eyes widened when he felt the man’s other hand gripping his shirt, lifting the material until a fraction of Kurt’s pale skin could be seen. “That was so hot…what you did back there. I want more,”

“Let go of me,” Kurt whispered. “Let go,”

The man merely chuckled and continued to lift Kurt’s shirt, running over the exposed skin with the tip of his fingers. “What soft skin you have, princess,” The familiar nickname caused Kurt to bite his lip, struggling to remain calm yet trying to fight the man off at the same time. “Hm…we are going to have so much fun,” the man murmured before lightly kissing Kurt’s throat, sucking on the skin slightly Kurt gasped and began to wriggle in the man’s grasp.

“Let go of me, you bastard,” he growled. Kurt looked at the door desperately, hoping someone would come in to help him. Unfortunately for him, the bastard had locked it and even if it was not, the chances of the next person coming in helping him were not in his favor. Who was he kidding? This was a gay bar full of drunks, after all. Tears gathered at the corner of Kurt’s eyes.

“Stop,” he said when the man began groping his sides, tugging on the waistband of his jeans. “Stop!”

When the man began to pull down the zipper of the fly of Kurt’s jeans and unbuttoned it, Kurt struggled more and by a stroke of luck, he managed to elbow the man in the ribs. The man let out a hiss in pain before releasing Kurt from his hold. Kurt scrambled for the door but he was not fast enough. He fell to the floor when the man grabbed a hold of his shoulder and pulling him down.

“You bitch,” the man growled. “You just don’t know when to stop fighting, do you?”

Panic set it and Kurt struggled to get up but it was to no avail. The man was pinning him down at his upper back with one hand. He was also able to stop Kurt’s legs from kicking him by putting his knees on either side of Kurt’s hips and placing his feet toward each other so his shins effectively held down the smaller boy’s thighs.

“Trust me…”the man whispered into Kurt’s ear. “You are going to enjoy this,”

This could not be happening to him. Out of sheer desperation and fear, Kurt began to scream.

“Kurt!” Kurt could cry out of relief when he heard a familiar voice shouting his name at the other side of the door. “Kurt, are you okay? Dammit, the door won’t open!” He heard Sebastian curse before the door began to rattle with Sebastian’s effort to open it.

“Sebastian, hel-mmph!” Kurt’s sentence was cut off when the man covered Kurt’s mouth with his hand.

“Kurt!!” He heard Sebastian shout. “Karofsky, help me out here. Kurt’s in trouble!”

“Damn it,” the man hissed. He turned to look at Kurt with a cruel smile. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to make this quick,”

Kurt’s eyes widened when he realized the meaning behind his words. He bit the man’s hand hard, causing him to let out a cry of pain, uncovering Kurt’s mouth.  “Let go of me!” Kurt shrieked, trying in vain to kick the man. “Help, Sebastian! Help!!”