Remember music and beware - Glee, PG13
Sep. 29th, 2011 03:15 pmTitle: Remember music and beware
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: past child molestation
Pairings: past Sandy Ryerson/Kurt
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 475
Point of view: third
Prompt: Burt finds out that Sandy Ryerson has been sexually abusing Kurt.
Note: Takes place in senior year. The molestation occurred in ninth grade and lasted about five months. Kurt never told anyone, and it made the whole Karofsky situation much worse for Kurt. Also, up to reader if it included actual anal penetration.
When he figures it out, Burt rests his head gently against the wall and closes his eyes, taking deep, even breaths. in, out wring that bastard’s neck in, out oh, Kurt, no no no in, out. in, out. in, out
Kurt's looking at him. "Dad, it's fine," he says, but his voice is shaking, higher than it's been in a long while. "Please, Dad, don't—" And he can't even finish the thought.
That bastard touched his son. That bastard hurt his son. For months. Years ago. And Burt didn't know. Figured it was standard bullying, the kind Kurt didn't want him getting involved in. Burt had been a dumb kid once. And, yeah, he wanted to take a flamethrower to every single person who ever hurt his kid, but Kurt had to learn to fight his own battles.
But this... this is a battle Burt should have fought and won a long time ago.
"Oh, Kurt," he murmurs. in, out
He's never wanted to kill anyone so much. Not even that Karofsky kid.
"How old were you?" he asks, like it matters. Nothing matters except that his son didn't want it, was clearly too young to know what it even was.
"Dad," Kurt says. "Please."
Kurt will never talk about it, if he gets his way. Burt knows that. Kurt will want to forget, pretend, smile and laugh and kiss Blaine without explaining why he doesn't want to go further. (And Burt will find himself forgiving the kid for that sleepover debacle because he respects each of Kurt's boundaries like he's a Disney prince.)
Burt reaches out, and Kurt throws himself forward, burying his face in Burt's chest. They're the same height now, but Kurt feels so small in his arms. Like the baby Burt once cradled in his palms.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Kurt whispers, and Burt imagines that bastard’s face breaking beneath his hands, that bastard’s bones shattering and splintering, sledgehammer and tire iron and SUV.
“We have to report him,” Burt says. His baby boy whimpers, trying to burrow further in, hands grasping Burt’s shirt. “Please, Kurt.” He doesn’t want to force Kurt – nobody should ever force him to do anything ever again – but they need to tell the police. Even if nothing comes of it.
He wants to kill the bastard. He already has half a dozen ideas. Kurt’s sobbing into his shirt, and Burt’s not far behind him, and he should have known.
in, out He should have known. in, out. in, out. in, out If the police don’t do something, he’ll kill the bastard and bury the body somewhere no one will find it. It’s not like anyone would miss him.
in, out “I love you, Kurt,” he says, holding his son.
Kurt just cries, hands fisted in Burt’s shirt, and it’s a long time before he stops.
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Date: 2011-09-30 03:22 pm (UTC)Fuck, this hurts ;_;
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Date: 2011-09-30 04:12 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2012-05-15 06:09 pm (UTC)Kurt will want to forget, pretend, smile and laugh and kiss Blaine without explaining why he doesn't want to go further. (And Burt will find himself forgiving the kid for that sleepover debacle because he respects each of Kurt's boundaries like he's a Disney prince.)
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Date: 2012-05-15 07:57 pm (UTC)I think I write angst better than fluff, for some reason.
Thank you!