Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do I make any money from this.

Info: Set after the events of "Rumors"; it's been a week since Sam sucked Finn off, but if he thought that was going to be the last of his troubles, he's wrong. AU

"Words in dialogue like this are people's thoughts"

Warnings: adult language/content; Sam/Karofsky(Samsky?); one-sided Kurtfsky if you squint; changes in POV

Story Start:

In front of a black plasma TV, I sat nervously next to Abigail on a plastic covered beige couch. Abigail had curly dark brown hair and eyes to match. Her skin was a light cinnamon. Her skinny jeans were a sharp indigo, matching her earrings and tongue-piercing (which she kept teasing with her teeth). Her shirt was a stark white short-sleeved blouse unbuttoned to show off a goodly portion of her ample bosom. She wore slightly dirtied sandals under bare feet. Her toenails and fingernails were both equally bare. She stared at the TV screen in pure fascination, shoveling in handfuls of popcorn almost every other minute and laughing at the really bloody parts the rest of the time.

We were watching some movie about a girl who after being raped, decided to take revenge on her rapists with a baseball bat and a pair of scissors in ways never before meant for either of them. Suffice to say, I was not enjoying the movie. Horror and gore movies were not my preference. The fact that the movie's heroine was now simultaneously raping a guy with her baseball bat and castrating him with a pair of scissors was not helping me enjoy this movie in the least. But I had nothing else to do, but wait for Jackson to arrive. I winced at the thought as I tried to ignore it.

"Not that this movie is helping," I thought morosely, but it's not like I had many choices. Ms. Winters told me to watch TV with Abigail and I wasn't foolish enough to wander around in a drug lord's (lady's?) – and who knows what else- home sans permission. I also was kind of scared of this girl who although seemed to be around my age actually looked at peace –more so than Puck had- in a creepy woman's home and hysterically laughing at one of the most traumatizing movies I ever saw. Asking her to change the channel was definitely out of the question.

Karofsky knocked on the door threes time in quick succession before waiting for a nearly seven foot guy with dyed blue hair down to his shoulders to open the door. Karofsky's eyes zeroed in on the naked flesh that greeted him. The blond treasure trail that teasingly retreated under a blue towel that barely stayed on the taller male made the jock's cock twitch.

"Kent, aren't you supposed to wait to open the door until after we do the password?" Karofsky asked, moving past the other guy to rifle through the fridge and pull out one of the snacks Ms. Winters always kept for guests and employees.

"Probably," Kent shrugged his shoulders in nonchalance. "Lily won't mind. We have an understanding."

"If you say so," the brunet said, pulling out a juice box and a pear. He knew ever since he started work as Ms. Winters' bodyguard that she and Kent had something going on. Emphasis on the something because he wasn't sure what it was. At various points, he had gone from believing they were lovers to close friends to relatives to close coworkers to all of the above. All that he knew was that Kent seemed to never leave Ms. Winters' apartment -except for secret jobs here and there- Kent was the only one he knew that wasn't scared of her, and when Kent was at the apartment, he only lazed around in various stages of undress. Not that Karofsky was complaining about the last part.

Karofsky seated himself at the only table in the room – a glass coffee table- and lazily rifled through the current issue of TV Guide as he drunk his juice. He slipped off his backpack so it landed on the floor by his feet.

"Is Ms. Winters almost ready? She told me that Narc Con starts at nine this year," Karofsky asked before taking a bite out of his pear. The annual U.S. narcotics convention was a surprisingly clean and clinical affair. The last and first time that Karofsky had been there, he was a nervous newbie guard and couldn't help but think that he would walk into a den of thugs and opium smog and conspicuous weapons everywhere. It was almost the exact opposite. The air was clean and fresh, although there were signs pointing toward closed-off sections. All of the merchants looked like regular businessmen with crisp suits and friendly smiles. There were no weapons in sight. In fact, he and Ms. Winters had to leave their guns at the reception hall before being allowed to the convention room. There were even free samples that he could have tried out, but didn't out of fear. Knowing Ms. Winters meant that you knew that just because someone was attractive, smiling, and seemingly friendly didn't mean they wouldn't break your fingers if you offended them. Karofsky still winced in pain at the memory of what happened to one of the few people stupid enough to test Lilith's patience when it came to paying debts owed to her.

Kent looked at the microwave that sat on the stainless steel counter next to the refrigerator. The clock on it read: 8:23 PM. "Guess I should get ready," he mumbled before answering Karofsky's question.

"Knowing her she is, but I'm coming with her this year so you don't have to worry," he said before leaving through the right corridor where both the shower and, presumably, Kent and Lilith's rooms or room laid. Karofsky couldn't be sure about the latter since only Kent and Lilith herself were allowed back there. Kent stopped at the mouth of the hallway as if he just remembered something.

"Oh yeah, Lily told me to tell you that your bonus is in the living room and that he's only for this night so you may want to savor him completely. Also, she's giving you access to the guest room for this night only," Kent said before continuing his halted journey. At first, Karofsky was shocked. He never actually expected any raise and he knew that Lilith knew that. More shocking, however, was that the bonus was a guy!

"How did they know I'm gay? No one knows…well almost no one. And anyway, I doubt any of them would be here so how? Do I act gay? Do I look gay? Oh God, do I have gay-face!" He wondered, working himself up to a panic. It wasn't that he hated himself because he was gay. He could admit that to himself now, but he was still ashamed of it and wanted as few people as possible to even suspect it –forget about knowing about it. He eventually calmed himself down. After all, if he did have gay-face or was a solar flare on gaydar, he was sure it would already be in the school newspaper –The Crapper or whatever shitty name it had- by now. Plus, Kent and Lilith had some almost preternatural powers of intuition that had to be inhuman so the solar flare/gaydar thing was almost positively false.

"But just to be sure, I'm going to need to stay even further away from Glee club and start going on more dates. Maybe make a show of leering at a girl's boobs and ass," Karofsky started thinking of a bunch of more ways to seem straight while he finished off his drink and pear. Despite his insecurity over people he would likely see at least twice knowing that he was gay, he didn't mind if some random prostitute knew it. He never saw the same one twice and he gave them his job name –Jackson- so they couldn't look him up online or in a phone book.

The movie was over and I breathed a sigh of relief. It ended after the girl was raping/killing/castrating the last rapists. Afterward, she crumpled to the bloodstained floor and cried tears as she laughed in what sounded like equal portions of relief, joy, and insanity. The credits rolled and I noticed that I was hugging a plastic-incased pillow tightly in my arms. I quickly dropped it to the couch before Abigail could see. The last thing I needed was to be mocked.

"Abi-" someone said from the doorway, his voice stopping before he finished the word. I turned my head to see who it was, but the person had stepped behind the door. I just saw a retreating tennis shoe.

"Abigail, who is that and shouldn't you be on your way to the Con with Ms. Winters and Kent? They just left," the man's voice came out strained and high as if he was trying to control some emotion that raged inside him. My stomach flip-flopped. I had a terrible feeling that this man was Jackson. My ass automatically clenched in fear as Abigail proved my belief to be true.

"Jackson, this is…this is…Well I don't know his name, but he's new here. And Ms. Winters told me that I had a day off today that I could watch as many foreign gore flicks as I wanted and even told me I could use one of the guest rooms if it got too late," she answered, pulling lightly on a curl of dark brown hair that rested on her shoulder.

"She's just so nice, isn't she?" Abigail grinned before getting up to stretch. "I'm getting some more popcorn. The next movie is about three hours long and you know how I get without my pops when I'm watching a movie," she said as she cheerfully ran out of the room. It really disturbed me how sunny she could be right after watching a guy get raped to death.

I gritted my teeth at the memory and I felt my ass clench even tighter. Something similar to what happened to those guys was going to happen to me. "Fuck!"

" Oh! Shit!" I thought. Sam Evans was sitting right there, waiting to be fucked by me. I didn't know if I should be terrified, terrified, or fucking ecstatic. Except for Kurt, Sam was the first boy that I wanted to kiss upon sight. I blame the lips and that smile of his. I always knew that he was a whore! Only whores and sluts have mouths like that. Only cocky, think-they're-better-than-everyone-else whores.

"Like Santana," I thought offhandedly as I tried to cool myself down. I had to play this cool. I wasn't sure how much Ms. Winters told him about me – or rather Jackson- but he didn't want to tarnish any good impression that was made by sounding nervous. After all, a whore like Sam definitely had a lot of business and would only mock some scared little not-so-virgin.

"You still there?" I asked before mentally hitting myself. "Where else would he be? On Mars?"

"Y-yeah?" came Sam's reply, I could practically hear the derision in his stutter.

"Good. Now close your eyes and do not open them unless I say so. I don't want a slut like you to see me. It makes me need to take a shower," I spat. Being harsh and giving clear commands always worked for me in the past. "Except with Kurt," I couldn't help thinking. "But Kurt's not a whore so it's different. Whores respect being ordered around and shown that they aren't worth a shit. Otherwise, why would they be a whore in the first place?" I thought, making sure I didn't back down. I didn't especially enjoy being cruel to people, but it was necessary. Like with pretending to be the straightest straight that last worked straight, fucking a whore also took a certain amount of cruelty to not make the whole affair a big pile of humiliation.

"Are your eyes closed?" I asked.

"Yes," Sam said, his voice sounding less arrogant than before.

"Typical whore. Show some balls and they get on their knees to suck them," I smiled.

"Good. I'm coming in. I want you to stand up and keep your eyes closed. If they are open for even a second, I will beat the shit out of you, okay?" After several heartbeats, Sam replied:

"Y-yeah!" My fingers twitched. It seems he was back to being full of himself again. Purposely, delaying his answer just to piss me off and then to chop up his words to show I didn't control him.

"Fucker!" Yeah, I could and would do this and I was going to make sure that bitch wouldn't be able to walk straight or sit down for days. And if he kept insulting me I'll just have to make him bleed. If he's Ms. Winters' new whore, she won't mind as long as I leave him devoid of any permanent marks.

"And be prepared to be led away. I will drag you if you can't keep up."

Too lazy to proofread, but did spell check it so hopefully not too many errors.

And remember if you see any, plz pm/review me.

My hard drive was cracked for a couple weeks and I couldn't update this so: "Sorry!"

But anyway, I'm happy that you like this and I will try to give this fic some good plot.

Also, if you want this story to have happy ending or a sad ending or you don't care which plz put it in a review. I need to know this early so I can set about making it so. If I get no responses, I'll just choose the one I want to do at the time depending on my mood.

And yes, Karofsky has some MAJOR issues(well a bit more than canon). However, it's tied in w/ his gay issues so it's possible canon!Karofsky is a little like this one.

Next chapter will have the sex.

See ya!

06/26/2011