Misery (Klaine)

Misery (Klaine)

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Kurt doesn't speak much. If he ever finally does speak up, will he have the courage to face his fears? Will he take chances? Or will he let his life be ruled by complete and utter terror? Is he the only one with damage? XXXXX I was not silent in my attempts to retrieve my bag. No, I was grunting and mumbling the whole time with my strenuous efforts to get Kurt off the strap of my satchel all while being hyper aware of how my face was basically between his knees. But now was not the time for dirty thoughts. Since the sounds were coming from under the table, by Kurt's crotch, and I was grunting stuff like, "dirty cocksucker, you'll be lucky if I don't punch you in the balls," I'm pretty sure anyone within hearing distance thought I was giving him a rather violent hand job. And of course Kurt wouldn't just move his foot so I could come out from under the table. Nope, he just sat there. XXXXXX Trigger Warning: Self harm and non con mentioned often.
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I'm gay. Some people hate that. I don't. I think. But I know a couple people who do. Hate me, that is. And I'm about ready to give up until I meet Blaine. I don't know why, but he stops me in my metaphorical downhill tracks. There's a little part of me that really, really wants to trust him, but my mind is backtracking hard. But I have so much to deal with, have dealt with so much, will deal with so much, that maybe it's time to let somebody deal with it with me. But does he want to? I want to believe he does, but the voices in my head tell me he doesn't. They're annoying sometimes. Maybe there's a chance he'll see me for who I am, which I don't know if anyone's ever done before. Maybe there's a chance I could be something close to happy. Maybe I owe it to myself to try.

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