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The moments we remember in life are the strangest moments.
You remember the time your older cousin tolled you if you won't pluck your eyebrows the hair will start to grow on your eyelid, and until this day you are a bit bothered when you see an eyebrow hair that’s a bit too low for your taste.
Yet you do not remember the name of your first pet hamster.
You remember the time an older boy made fun of you at the school bus, saying he is far superior, telling you how he had been writing a paper about Winston Churchill that is as good as a PHD, than asking you if you even knew who he was. You also remember telling him that you do, although you had no idea, then going home and printing out the Wikipedia page (which, by the way, printed out is more like 40 pages) so that the next day you could prove there is no way he is smarter than you.
You remember the time you got home and your mom was experimenting in the kitchen, telling you she found a new recipe and that if you will like it, she might make it again, and even though it's been years, you still choose duck in orange sauce every time it's on the menu.
You don’t remember when was it that you stopped thinking you are pretty.
You don’t remember anything about the moment when they told you your mother was sick with cancer.
Sometimes you forget how to smile.
Right now; Kurt forgot how to breath.
"please, let's just go home," he was begging, thinking about how crying is not an option. He was well familiar with the art of war, and even though it was the last person he ever expected to need to strategize against, the instinct of not letting the enemy see your weakness kicked in on its own.
"c'mon, Kurt, loosen up, won't you? It's just some fooling around between boyfriends, what is wrong with that?"
"everything!" exclaimed Kurt, torn between his war instincts and his quickly disappearing -but yet somewhat present- love for the man in front of him.
Blaine just frowned a bit, as if trying to figure out what everything meant, then deciding it was clearly Kurt's 200$ designer shirt, because the next moment, it was stripped off Kurt, buttons flying like confetti in a birthday party, landing all over the parking lot.
"what the hell! Let go off me you psycho!" Kurt was starting to really get nervous, a sentiment that turned to be an under assessment of the situation in the next few seconds, in which Blaine pinned Kurt to the car behind him, put his hand over Kurt moth and shoved his knee forcefully between Kurt's knees, pushing his thigh farther in, until it was pressed firmly to Kurt's cock.
The unwanted touch snapped Kurt out of his assessing and into acting, biting down hard on Blaine's hand. Blaine cursed at him. But instead of letting him go for a moment, which is really all Kurt needed to get the upper hand, Blaine shoved his hand inward with all his strength, causing Kurt's head to make a loud tamp. Nausea hit Kurt so hard, and as Blaine transferred his hand from Kurt's mouth, down his chest and then grabbing his hips, all Kurt could do to try to stop Blaine was saying " no no oh god please stop" over and over as Blaine opened both of their pants, licked his lips and while still holing Kurt in place, leaving immediate marks on Kurt's white skin, tried to get his dick out of his underwear.
The next moment Kurt does not remember. He remembers thinking his legs are not about to hold him up. Then he remembers waking up.
"hey there, ice queen. Remember my name?" a voice asks him. The voice is concerned, and Kurt is sure that the mocking undertones in it are, in fact familiar. But the name he is searching for is way out of his fuzzy minds reach. He decides to just shake his head, an idea that turns out to be horrible. The world is not supposed to move like that, Kurt is sure.
"fuck" is the reply he gets.
"ok, ok… Kurt, this is Sebastian, and I'm pretty sure you need to go to the hospital right now, ok?" the voice asks, and because Kurt is a smart boy, he decides to ham instead of nodding. He does not want to mass with gravity again.