Finn didn't know where else to go. He had promised his mom he'd stay at a friends tonight so she and Burt could have a date night. He had thought when he said yes that he would crash with Sam, but since he had kissed Quinn that option was out. He still hadn't forgiven Puck for messing around with Rachel, and Mike was visiting his aunt in Columbus. So, he took a deep and knocked on the door to Mr. Schue's apartment.

The door opened to reveal Mr. Schue in a pair of thin sleep pants and a plain white undershirt. Finn was a little embarrassed, but he figured it was too late to back out now.

"Finn? What are you doing here?" he asked, and Finn could tell he'd been drinking.

"I needed a place to crash, but this was a bad idea. I'm sorry I'm interrupting," Finn turned to leave but was stopped when a firm hand gripped his shoulder.

"No, Finn. I can't just let you wander the streets. Come in."

Finn hesitated, but the hand on his shoulder tightened, "Finn". Schue's voice was sharp and Finn automatically obeyed, following the older man into the apartment.

"Have a seat; I'll get you something to drink." Schue said disappearing into the kitchen as Finn took a seat on the couch looking around. There were a couple empty beer bottles on the coffee table.

Schue came back a few minutes later and handed him a green plastic tumbler that seemed to be filled with Pepsi. Finn nodded his thanks and took a swig and almost choked, "What is this?"

"Rum and coke. Don't look at me like that, it's not like you've never had a drink before. I'm not so old I don't remember high school."

"You aren't that old," Finn said, looking into his cup and wondering if he should drink some. Mr. Schue smiled at that, and he relaxed a little.

"Just drink it, Finn. It's okay." Schue said, his voice tense. Finn did what he said, he hated when adults were mad at him. He finished his drink quickly trying to come up with some excuse why he couldn't stay, but before he had a chance the older man refilled his cup.

Finn was so confused, Mr. Schue had just made them promise not to drink and now he was giving him the booze. This was really weird.

It was then that Finn noticed what was still playing on the tv and almost spit his drink out all over himself. Holy, shit! he thought to himself, Mr. Schue was watching porn! It wasn't the regular guy/girl stuff that Puck used to sneak past his mom either; this particular scene was a threesome but with two guys. Sure, he watched Skinamax when his mom wasn't home, but this night was moving past weird and into creepy and Finn wasn't really cool with it anymore. Finn tried to stand up and tell Mr. Schue he was just going to go home, but he staggered a bit once he was off the couch. As soon as he reached for his jacket Mr. Schue stopped him, "Finn, there is no way I can let you drive like this. You can stay here tonight."

"I'm fine, or I'll call someone to come get me," Finn said, trying to concentrate, but his head was spinning.

"Don't, Finn. I know why you came to see me. It's okay, I'll help you. You'll stay with me tonight," Schue said, standing beside him and putting and arm tightly around his waist. He wasn't up to arguing, so he let Mr. Schue push him down the hallway and into the bedroom. Finn began to protest, he could just sleep on the couch. He didn't want to push Schue out of his own room after all. Before he got a chance to say anything, however, he was on his back on the bed and his head was spinning too much to get up. Like, really spinning. Not like the other times he'd drank with the guys.

He could feel Schue taking off his shoes, then his socks, and then shifting up and lifting the hem of his t-shirt. He didn't need to do that, Finn thought, he always slept in his t-shirt. He was feeling kind of warm though. Finn started to get confused again when Mr. Schue reached down and pulled his own shirt over his head as well. Shit, Finn had to get his act together; this wasn't going like he thought it should.

Finn tried to sit up again, but Mr. Schue was sitting on his thighs and pushing down on his shoulders. Finn flopped back down, dizzy from the effort when the older man's hands started rubbing his shoulders. Suddenly Schue's mouth was right by his ear and he tried to focus on what the other man was telling him. He wished he hadn't when he heard what it was.

"Shh, Finn. It's okay. I know why you're here, and it's okay. All those excuses to spend time with me. I know you don't want people to know, but it's okay to be curious about men, Finn. You know that. Don't worry, baby, I'm going to make you feel so good," the whispers in his ear continued as Schue slid down until he was laying on top of Finn.

What the hell? Oh god, did Mr. Schue think he had a thing for him? That he wanted him like Kurt wanted Blaine? Oh god. This was fucked up. "Mr. Schue, it's not like that! I thought we were sort of friends, or at least as much as a teacher can be, and I really do need help with my dancing, everyone knows that."

"Finn, it's okay. Nobody has to know, Quinn won't find out. It will be our secret, baby," Schue said, starting to put kisses on Finn's neck and shoulder.

Shit, this wasn't right. He wasn't gay or bi or anything, but even if he was he was pretty sure teachers were off limits. "No, Mr. Schue! Stop," he said, and went to push the man away so he could get up but his whole body felt like lead and the dizziness got worse every time he moved. He couldn't do anything and he couldn't believe this was happening. This wasn't just from the drink. Oh god, Schue must have given him something.

"Relax, Finn. I'm going to take care of you, it's okay," Schue said, and Finn could feel his teachers hands running over his chest and down to the front of his basketball shorts. Finn groaned and tried to focus. Santana aside, he didn't really have that much experience and the fact that his body was reacting to this made him want to be sick.

His teacher kept running his hand up and down the front of his shorts, firmer and more insistent. "See, baby. I knew this is what you needed; I can see how much you want this. You're so hot baby."

Finn tried to struggle again when his shorts were pulled down, but he still couldn't make his arms and legs work. He knew he was crying, and he didn't care. He was so scared, he didn't understand why Mr. Schue would do this, he didn't understand what he could have done for the older man to think this was what he wanted.

He considered screaming, but he wasn't sure anyone could here him. Even if they did, even if they believed him, it was so fucked up. They claim they don't put kids names on the news, but everyone in Lima would know anyway. He couldn't be that kid, he just couldn't. He laid there, defeated, and let Schue touch him and oh god, why did Schue have to use his mouth. This shouldn't feel good, it shouldn't. He doesn't want this, but nobody has ever done this for him before. He can't help it, and he just wants it to be over so he doesn't even think about the mailman he just lets go.

Schue pulls back, and a small part of Finn hopes that he'll realize what's happening. That he will realize that Finn is crying and stop this even though Finn's world is already crashing down around him. It was going to be so much worse if he didn't just stop now. He was stupid to think Schue would stop now. It's getting worse and now Schue is kissing him, sticking his tongue in his mouth and he can taste himself and he thinks he's going to throw up.

Mr. Schue must be stronger than he looked under those vests because he was able to flip Finn over even though he kept fighting the best he could. Finn watched in horror as Schue reached under the pillow and dumped something from a small plastic bottle over his fingers. He had been curious enough to sneak a look at some of the pamphlets Burt had brought home for Kurt , so he knew what was going to happen. His brain was kind of frozen though, like it was too hard to even think about. Schue was back to whispering in his ear about how it was okay, and it wouldn't hurt if he relaxed, and how long he'd been waiting to give this to Finn.

The time it took Schue to prep him passed in a blur of burning pain and Finn trying not to listen as his teacher called him "beautiful" and "baby". Finally, Schue pulled back and Finn whimpered as his teacher pushed into him. It felt like it took forever and then before he could take another breath Schue started moving. It was like being ripped apart, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He knew nothing was ever going to be the same again, but whatever he been drugged with was making it impossible for him to stay awake. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand the pain, he couldn't stand the sounds his teacher was making, and he couldn't stand the heavy feeling in his head. He couldn't stand it so he just let the darkness take over.

It was several hours before he woke up and another hour after that before he could move well enough to get the hell out of there. It didn't look like Schue was around, and he wasn't about to stick around and give the other man another chance to assault him. He struggled into his shorts and t-shirt, wincing at the pain from the attack every time he tried to move. He couldn't see any blood and he knew Schuester had used a condom, so he didn't see much point in going to the hospital. He couldn't tell anyone. No way, he wasn't going to be that kid. He had no idea how he was going to go back to school on Monday and pretend to be normal, but right now he just had to get to his car. He'd lock the doors and be safe in his car.

He drove home on auto-pilot, not really aware of what was going on around him, but luckily there weren't many cars on the streets of Lima in the middle of the night. He slipped quietly into the house, terrified of waking his mom and step-dad and his parents seeing how messed up he was. Finn made it to the bathroom and locked the door, checking it a second time just in case. He turned the shower as hot as it would go and started to scrub until he couldn't take it anymore and sat down with his knees to his chest and let the fear and betrayal take over letting the scalding water wash his tears down the drain.

Finn got out of the shower long after the hot water ran out. At least this way he could pretend the shaking was from the cold. The bruises on his upper arms where Schue had held him down were the most obvious, but he knew where all the other ones were with every step. When he was little and he used to get scared he'd curl up on the end of his mom's bed under his Thomas the Tank Engine sleeping bag and he'd felt a lot better. He wished he could go to his mom now, but he wasn't ready yet. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready. He was completely drained, but he didn't sleep much. It was early Sunday morning now, and he had to figure out how he was going to go to school on Monday. It was like he could still feel everything, and not just there, but the breath on his face, the hands on his shoulders, and everything else.

He tried to stay in his room all day, but his mom insisted he get up at noon and mow the lawn. He didn't argue. It didn't matter and Burt wasn't supposed to be doing yard work anyhow. He checked his phone and noticed several texts, mostly from Quinn. He couldn't deal with that now so he turned his phone off hoping they would stop trying.

As he pushed the mower back and forth he tried to think of a plan, but nothing would actually work. He couldn't drop out; he'd be stuck in Lima forever. He couldn't go to Dalton with Kurt, their parents would want to know why, and they couldn't afford it anyhow. Getting the guys together to go beat the shit out of Schue was something he let himself think about for a while, but If he did that he'd have to tell them why, and he'd probably end up in jail instead of Schue. He couldn't do that to his mom. Shit, he was so stupid. If he hadn't been so weak and stupid none of this would have happen.

He didn't even know what was real. He couldn't help but think of all the times he had been alone with Schue over the last two years. Was the other man just waiting for a chance? All that stuff about having faith in him, about his talent and leadership, telling him to "find his inner rock star". Had Schue ever actually cared about him, or was it just to gain his trust?

When he was done with the lawn he made himself a sandwich and went up to his room. He had no more answers than he did when he woke up, so he decided to spend the rest of the night wasting zombies on his Xbox. He still didn't turn on his phone, and he hadn't talked to anyone since his mom woke him up.