Author's Notes: Hey everybody! I know it's been waaaay to long since I updated this. I started Driver's Ed, which was crazy, and am currently making up for my procrastination for not doing my summer reading right before school starts up again. And my theatre burned down, so I've been kind of helping with the move to their new building, so yeah. Honestly, I don't know what my schedule will be for updating once school starts up. I never really had one to begin with, since I had so much to do, and lost any outlines I wrote. So I have no idea what I'm doing here, but stick with me if you can. I'll try to update for frequently, and try to get my shit together. Happy Reading!

TRIGGER WARNING: MILDLY GRAPHIC RAPE AND ABUSE.

If you do NOT want to read it, I suggest you skip everything in italics.

Disclaimer: As awesome as that would be, I don't own Glee or any of it's characters in any way shape or form. The only characters I own are any OCs.

Sebastian and Olivia had ended up at Kurt's house three other times that week. Sebastian used the excuse that Olivia wanted to come over, and he couldn't resist the pout and puppy dog eyes, but they both knew that wasn't the only reason.

Sebastian admittedly liked to spend time with Kurt outside of the bedroom. He wasn't a bad guy once you got to know him. Sebastian thought he knew everything there was to know about Kurt Hummel, but there was so much more about him than he had expected.

They spent most of their time watching Disney movies, ("I don't know why I'm so surprised that you own every Disney movie in existence, I mean holy shit, Hummel.") because for whatever reason, those movies could sit Olivia down and shut her up for a few hours. Or maybe it was just the way Kurt got her all snuggled up with them on the couch that got her to.

He decided that Kurt Hummel must be a wizard or something, because it was incredibly hard to get the three year old to do anything he said.

After the day of watching movies, and messing around, Kurt and Sebastian ended up in bed together while Olivia laid on the couch. They would lay side by side, both itching to touch each other, but neither taking the chance to do it.

Sebastian didn't want to risk anything, or lead Kurt on or something. Kurt knew Sebastian didn't want to, and he didn't want to be rejected.

Sebastian learned that Kurt had been rejected way too many times in his life.

They'd lay there, not daring to look at each other, or get any closer to each other, as they'd talk about everything and anything. They'd talk about their fears, their goals; anything that came to mind.

And it felt good to have someone to talk to, though he knew he hadn't told him everything. He just told him everything he needed to hear; most about his worries about raising Olivia, and how upset he was about his sister's loss.

Nothing more than that was said usually, except the occasional mention of his parents, and how he had to go back to work soon. He had taken almost all of his vacation days to stay at home with Olivia for as long as he could, and he knew he'd have a shitload of work to do when he got back.

And that's how he ended up laying in Kurt Hummel's bed that night. Usually, he and Olivia left Kurt's apartment at around this time, but they were both exhausted, and Sebastian didn't want to drive the short distance back to his place if he and Olivia had a place to crash.

Kurt had already fallen asleep, and though he wouldn't admit it later, the countertenor looked ridiculously beautiful and peaceful when he was sleeping. Not that he was staring or anything.

Sebastian was falling asleep as well, listening to the other man's soft, slow breathing to let him drift off to dreamland.

He was greeted with the ghost of the face that had haunted his dreams for far too long...

The door swung open, and crashed loudly as it collided with the wall. Fifteen year old Sebastian jumped at the sound he had heard way too many times as he sat in the cramped living room with a good book. Reading had been something to occupy his time while he waited for the inevitable.

The sight of the boy before him wasn't unusual to him. He had seen it almost every night he had been living there, and it broke his heart a little bit more every time.

The boy's clothes clung awkwardly to his body; his shirt half untucked into his jeans with the fly down, and half of his buttons were undone, revealing his broad chest covered in scratch marks, and bruises caused by the man he had sex with that night, and all of the others before him.

His hair stuck up in all different directions, and a few damp pieces rested on his forehead. His lips were plump and a deep red, and his body was still wet with sweat.

In every sense of the word, he looked fucked.

Little did fifteen year old Sebastian know, that he would come to his own home looking the same way; reeking of sex, alcohol, and desperation.

"Bonjooour mon amour!" the boy- man greeted Sebastian, flashing him a toothy smile, as he kicked the door closed behind him.

Sebastian forced a smile on his face, though he really didn't want to seem like he was happy to see his boyfriend coming home after having sex with someone who wasn't him for the hundredth time.

"Hey." he muttered, looking back down at his book, suddenly finding the text about a guy with a hunch rang bells for a living more interesting than his boyfriend.

The other boy, who was eighteen at the time, stalked over to the boy on the couch. He snatched the book out of his hand, and threw it across the room, before settling himself in Sebastian's lap, straddling him.

The next thing he knew, he felt lips latching at his neck, sucking and biting every patch of skin he could find. Normally, he would have shivered with delight, and let the boy do whatever he wanted to him, but all he could now do was sit still and motionless, not letting the boy who spent his night fucking someone else have the satisfaction of seducing him. Not tonight.

"God, Seb. You need to loosen up a little bit." he whispered in his ear, letting his hot breath fan over his skin, making it tingle. Though despite how much he really didn't want to, his body betrayed him, as his cock strained against the zipper of his jeans.

Even though his dick wasn't obeying him, the rest of his body did, as he tried to push his drunken boyfriend off of him, but to no avail. He was getting tired of this. He hated that the man that he loved so much could get him to do anything he wanted him to do. He felt like a puppet, and as much as he tried to pull himself free, he couldn't.

Sebastian trusted the man before him with everything he had, and loved him with all of his heart, even when he came home from fucking someone he barely even met, and was a drunken, high, fucked up mess.

He hadn't always been like this. When they started dating a little over a year before, he was everything Sebastian could ever want in a boyfriend, in a lover. They were so in love, and did everything together.

Sebastian always ignored the warnings he got about how it was bad for a high school sophomore to be dating a boy three years his senior. He didn't care what others had to say, he was in love and was convinced he would spend his life with this man. He even moved out of his parent's house and into his apartment with him to get away from all of the judgmental glares directed his way, and subtle hints that he needed to leave the boy he trusted everything with.

Right about now, he had wished he had listened to everyone and taken their advice.

The man used to be so gentle with him, and loving. That is, until they finally had sex for the first time. It wasn't the greatest experience of his life, but he adjusted to it in time.

Who cares about lousy sex if it gets to be with the person you love, right?

But soon, the older boy started insisting sex all of the time. They stopped going on dates, and took up to having heated make out sessions, that almost always led to sex anywhere they could.

It wasn't ideal at the time for Sebastian to be having sex in the back of his father's Mercedes Benz, or in public restrooms, but if it was what his boyfriend wanted, who was he to argue?

But now, he was just fed up with it. He hated that the supposed love of his life went out every night to do the things to other people that he was supposed to be doing to him, to come home and expect Sebastian to give him "round two."

"Let me make you feel good," he hissed, his hand forcefully palming Sebastian's straining erection, making his stomach twist in uncomfortable knots.

It wasn't supposed to feel this way. He wasn't supposed to feel disgusted when he did all of this, but he did.

"No, Thomas." Sebastian muttered, wrapping his long fingers around Thomas' wrist, to pull his hand away from where it was trying to undo his pants.

Thomas looked him dead in the eye, and Sebastian watched his glazed over expression turn into that of an angry one. "What did you just say to me?" he spat.

"I said no," Sebastian answered, his voice becoming small and weak. "Now, get off of me." he tried to push him off again, being a little more forceful than gentle like he was before.

"No," the older boy muttered, his voice deep, and hoarse. Sebastian could smell the distinct smell of cheap whiskey on his breath, and he contorted his face in disgust. "You're staying right here."

"I don't want to do this. Not now," Sebastian said calmly, his eyes pleading. "Not after you've already fucked somebody else."

The older boy rolled his eyes at him, and pushed the younger down on the couch. "Too bad." he sneered, going back to what he was doing when he was so rudely interrupted.

Sebastian's eyes widened, and he felt sick to his stomach. He pushed at his shoulders to try to get him off of him, but his puny muscles were too weak, and no match against Thomas' who were huge from working out at the gym every day, that held him down.

Again, his body betrayed him, and he lifted his hips out of instinct so Thomas could get his pants off easily. Thomas smirked, and slid them off, throwing them across the room. "There. I knew you wanted this." he muttered.

"I don't!" Sebastian cried as he kept pushing him again and again. The other chuckled darkly, and moved his hands to grab at Sebastian's wrist, squeezing them tight enough to leave a bruise.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Thomas put his hands over the scared boy's head, and held him there as he straddled his hips. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, mon amour."

Sebastian had always loved how beautiful that word sounded when it came out of Thomas' mouth, but now he hated it more than ever.

He felt tears well up in his eyes, and he attempted to wriggle his hands free so he could push him off, but he knew he couldn't. Thomas was too strong; too drunk to realize that this was wrong.

Thomas trailed wet, sloppy kisses up and down his neck and throat, and Sebastian hated it. His hand trailed dangerously low, and dipped under the waistband of his boxer briefs, to tightly squeeze his sensitive cock, eliciting a yelp from him. "Stop!" he cried.

He didn't want this. He didn't want Thomas to touch him like that. He didn't want to be forced to do something he didn't want to do.

All he wanted was for Thomas to STOP touching him, for him to actually understand what STOP meant, and for all of this to just stopstopstoppleasegodjustSTO P.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to feel like this. He was supposed to feel loved and wanted, not violated and used. And that's exactly how he felt, and it made him sick.

"You're such a little prick," Thomas sneered. "You need to learn to take what people give you, Sebastian."

I would if I wasn't feeling like I was forced into taking it, when I clearly didn't want it! Sebastian thought, and suddenly, the hand around his cock moved up to close around his throat, and he immediately wished it was back.

"That was the wrong thing to say, mon amour." Thomas sneered, and Sebastian realized he had said it aloud. A wrack of sobs went through him, making him shake uncontrollably as he lay helplessly under his boyfriend.

He let out a choked sob, and the hand around his throat tightened, cutting off his air supply completely.

"Shhh, Sebby. You'll wake up the neighbors," the older boy scolded, and Sebastian bit back another sob, as tears and the lack of oxygen going to his brain blurred his vision.

Sebastian couldn't see, or hear anything else after that. He concentrated on breathing through his nose, as his brain scrambled to think of ways to get Thomas off of him before he did anything worse.

Before he knew it, his underwear was over on the other side of the room with his pants, and Thomas was only clad in his unbuttoned shirt, and nothing else. Finally, the oxygen came rushing back to him, and his vision started to clear up.

Thomas gripped at Sebastian's protruding hips, and dug his fingernails into his skin, as he pushed him down. He was sure that was going to leave bruises as well. Before he could bat an eye, Thomas was taking him in his mouth, and Sebastian thrashed wildly under him, making his cock hit the back of his throat. "Thomas! Stop- please!" he pleaded, as the other boy gagged on his member.

He took him out of his mouth with a loud, wet, pop, that made Sebastian shiver violently. He looked down at the younger boy with a fire in his eyes, and not the good kind of fiery passion.

"You fucking bitch!" Thomas snapped, and a loud smack of his hand slapped against Sebastian's cheek filled the room, and he let out a cry of pain. This time, Thomas took his face in his hands, and bashed Sebastian's head against the metal armchair of the couch, and the tears came back, as they flowed freely down his cheeks, and he let out a sharp cry of pain.

"Shut the fuck up, you worthless piece of shit!"

This wasn't supposed to be happened. This was a complete and utter nightmare. Thomas loved him, and didn't ever call him bad names, and make him feel like a worthless piece of shit.

It felt as though his world was crumbling, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Y-You're supposed to love me! Y-You can't d-do this!" Sebastian choked out, finding himself unable to move a muscle.

"Oh, yes I can. Because you're just going to take it like you always do." Thomas whispered in his ear, as he positioned himself at Sebastian's tight entrance without any prep whats so ever.

Sebastian felt sick to his stomach as those words came out of his mouth, because he knew the truth in them. Right now, he couldn't do anything to stop the inevitable, and all those times before, he let Thomas control him, and he hated himself for it now.

"Besides, I never really loved you." he whispered, right before he pounded into him, and Sebastian let out a heart-wrenching scream.

It felt like he was being ripped in half, both physically, and in his heart as he let the words sink in while his boyfriend thrust forcefully in and out of him.

Soon, from all of the pain of Thomas drilling his cock in his ass, and from the gash in his head, from when his head was bashed in, he finally blacked out.

Sebastian's eyes shot open, and he was back in reality. He was gripping the sheets underneath him, as he gasped for breath. He could feel that his face was covered in tears, and sweat, and it felt like there was a heavy weight weighing down on him. He blinked a couple of times, as his eyes tried to focus in on his surroundings, when he realized where he was.

Kurt was still (miraculously) asleep, and he was curled in on his side, his head resting on his heaving chest, right over his rapidly beating heart.

Just then, Sebastian felt the overwhelming urge to just run away. Run away from everything that was scaring him; including Kurt, who looked so painfully peaceful snuggling against him, probably lost in his own good dreams.

He was afraid that if he stayed here, he'd do something he'd regret. He'd take everything out on him, or learn to trust him, and give everything to him, only to be inevitably heartbroken. That's why he didn't trust, even though he really wanted to let Kurt in. But he couldn't, and that was that.

Sebastian cautiously untangled Kurt from him so he wouldn't wake him up, and moved him over to his side of the bed. He quickly stood up, and groaned. He held his forehead, as his vision started swimming, and his legs started to feel like jelly.

After regaining his composure, he shuffled to the living room, where Olivia lay cuddling Briana. He sighed, as he went over to untangle her from the cat, and held her close to him. Sebastian stroked her hair, and tightened his grip on her to make sure she was real, and she was here.

Just then, Kurt came in, wearing a confused expression as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. "'Bastian?" he croaked, blinking sleepily. "What're you doin'?"

Sebastian heaved a sigh, and felt his throat start to close up. "I just... I have to go." he said, biting his lip to keep from sobbing as he turned towards the door.

Concern laced Kurt's features as he took a step towards him, his hand landing on Sebastian's shoulder. He winced at the contact, and pulled his shoulder away and moved over to the front door. "I have to go," he whispered one last time, not looking back before heading out the door.

Additional Author's Notes: Reviews are like the chicken soup to my soul.

Edit: Shoutout to the well... lovely lovely-sweety for helping me fix the mistake I made with going to Google Translate for my French nicknames. I changed it so it makes a little more sense to any of my French readers, plus my English speaking readers who should know that mon amour means, my love.