This is the twisted story of a strange Klaine, a semi-dark and twisted Kurofsky and a very AU Blainamiah – Blaine and Jeremiah. Yes, I made that up. Let me know if you have seen them called something better.

I'll be honest, I'm not 100% sure where I am headed so, reviews are definitely welcome.

This story is rated M for language and gay sex – some abusive . If these themes bother you, DO NOT READ.

Chapter One – Can't Fight This Feeling


At first, I just wanted to rape Kurt Hummel. I couldn't help it. Every time I saw him wearing those damn skinny jeans, I just wanted to go over and stick my cock up his ass. I imagined him screaming, begging me to stop... or maybe begging me for more. I also had several images in my head of him blowing me and then I would return the favor. My fantasies were driving me crazy.

But, the more I thought about fucking the shit out of Hummel, the more I wanted...well... more. I didn't want to just hit it and quit it. I wanted Hummel's queer ass to belong to me. I wanted to be able to take him whenever and wherever I wanted. And most importantly, I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to live between the fear of not doing what I wanted and the desire to do what I wanted.

The problem, of course, is that Hummel hated me as much as I hated, yet loved, him. I guess I couldn't blame him. I had spent most of last year pushing the little prick into lockers, throwing slushies in his face and ruining those fucked up outfits he wore. But, my feelings had changed. Sort of. Now, I wanted more than just the joy of watching the shocked look on his face when I shoved him. I wanted the joy of watching the fear on his face while I drove my cock down his throat. But at the same time, I wanted him to want me to drive my cock down his throat.

How fucked up is that?

I had to figure out a way to draw him towards me without completely dissolving the fear. I liked him scared. I just needed him scared yet...trusting. Now, that's a fucked up combination. I had no idea how I was going to make this work.

Until Mr. Handel made it all possible.

Frank Handel was one of those teachers I hated more than any other. He was young, dedicated and idealistic. He believed all that bullshit about enthusiastic teachers making a difference in the lives of their students. He had given up working at some rich bitch private school to come to McKinley and teach history. He was an annoying prick but, without knowing it, he made a fantastic fucking difference in my life.

It all started with an assignment. A 12-week project on the American Revolution. Really? Who gave a shit about something that happened a million years ago? Everyone had to work with a partner to write a paper and design a 20 minute presentation. Such a shitty assignment. I was looking around to see who from the team I could pair up with, when Handel announces that we will be working in alphabetical pairs. Some crap about keeping us from always working with the same people, blah, blah, blah.



Queer ass and I are partners.

I can see Hummel tensing up in front of me. The little faggot is pissed. The moment the bell rings, Hummel is up at Handel's desk pitching a bitch fit.

"You don't understand Mr. Handel. You weren't here last year. You don't know about our...background. Just ask Mr. Schuester. He'll tell you. You cannot put me with Karofsky. You can't."

"Look Kurt. I understand if you and David don't like each other but, that is no excuse...

"This has nothing to do with not liking someone! He threatened to kill me last year!"

"Really Kurt. I am not interested in your theatrics. Save it for your glee club performances. Furthermore, I do not appreciate your tone of voice or your disrespect. You and David are partners. The end."

Queer ass stood there fuming. I strolled over.

"Kurt, I'm sure you and I will do very well on our project. I'm looking forward to working with you."

"See?" said Mr. Handel, sounding all triumphant and shit. "Kurt, I suggest you look at this as an opportunity to make amends for whatever allegedly took place last year."

Kurt turned on his heel and stomped out of the room. I followed behind him. God, that fucking beautiful.

When he arrived at his locker, he turned to me.

"All right, listen. I will do the entire project myself. I don't mind. You don't have to do anything. I'll just...write your part out for you and you can read it on presentation day."

I smiled. "That's very generous of you but, I don't think so. Believe it or not, my grades are very important to me. I have to maintain a certain GPA in order to stay on the team. We will do the project together. "

"I don't wanna work with you. I don't want you near me."

I moved closer to him. Despite all his brave talk, I could smell the fear on him. It was delicious. And, he smelled really the color pink.

"Well, Hummel. I don't think you have much of a choice. I look forward to working with you."

I walked off. Fucking prick. This was going to be fun.