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I wish I could keep up with all this but I really can’t, and I just feel like there’s no place for my Kurt here anymore.
love,
Rachel
OOH BABY BABY
B-BABY BABY
Like there’s something missing in your life…
Sam Is Gay..!!!
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I’m number “6” -_-
And it was Brittany who said “Stop the violence,” if I do recall correctly.
And my eyes are green, not blue.
Yep.
Sam Is Gay..!!!
Credit:fuyoshigleek
I’m number “6” -_-
And it was Brittany who said “Stop the violence,” if I do recall correctly.
He was back home. He’d come to see his Dad and to collect more of his things to take back to Dalton. He was alone now in his room, looking with a sad smile at the picture of he and his mother that adorned his dresser, when his phone buzzed his his pocket. He set the frame down and looked at his phone, that tight feeling returning to his throat. This wasn’t happening. He stared at the message for a long time before sending one back. Tears started rolling down his cheeks and he realized he was on the floor, hunched over, his back shaking with sobs. He needed…he didn’t know what he needed. He wanted someone to come and hold him but at the same time he wanted to be alone. He wanted to cry forever and he never wanted to cry again. He wanted Blaine and he wanted Sam but he didn’t want the heartbreak that came with them.
He thought he was done with this awful depression. He’d thought he was okay but now… He felt like he wanted nothing more than to sit here and cry, frozen in time. It would be less painful than anything else that happened to him.
He wiggles Sam’s shorts down enough to see the light pink coloring blossoming on his skin and he smiles, tracing his finger gently over the skin there. He delivers another slap, his hand stinging slightly. “Maybe I’ll just have to find a use for your sudden excitement,” he says, squeezing Sam’s ass hard before pushing him over onto his back and leaning over him. He runs a finger down Sam’s chest, all the way to his waistband, grinning. “The master says you’re good for relieving…tension…”
Sam lets out a moan and bites his lip, closing his eyes feeling the pain sink in. “He did?” He asks seductively and bucks his hips up slowly.
He wiggles his finger in a come here motion, leaning back so that Sam can sit up. He’s straddling him now and he takes a sharp breath as he feels Sam move his hips. He points at the button on his pants. “Now, help me out of these trousers,” he says, propping himself up on one arm and watching as Sam works on his pants. He strokes Sam’s hair with his fingers, thinking in the back of his mind that he ought to do something about his roots.
He pulls Sam over his knee, giving another light squeeze with his hand. Kurt looks at Sam, biting his lip, breaking character for a minute. “Is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to do anything Sam’s not okay with.
“It’s fine.” He assures him and smiles softly.
Kurt smiles mischievously, running his hand up over Sam’s back and back down, lifting it up and landing a firm swat on Sam’s rear, watching him for a reaction.
Sam yelps when he feels Kurt’s hand collide with his ass. “Shit.” He smirks, looking back over at him, licking his lips.
Kurt grinned and slapped him again. “Such a bad boy,” he intones in his Riff Raff voice, rubbing his hand over Sam’s round ass, licking his lips before delivering another smack and letting out a nasally laugh. “I don’t think you’re learning your lesson, Rocky,” he said, bringing his hand down again. “I can feel you getting more excited…”
He lets out another yelp and bites his lip, feeling his cock grow in his tight gold shorts. “I can’t help it..” He says softly.
He wiggles Sam’s shorts down enough to see the light pink coloring blossoming on his skin and he smiles, tracing his finger gently over the skin there. He delivers another slap, his hand stinging slightly. “Maybe I’ll just have to find a use for your sudden excitement,” he says, squeezing Sam’s ass hard before pushing him over onto his back and leaning over him. He runs a finger down Sam’s chest, all the way to his waistband, grinning. “The master says you’re good for relieving…tension…”
He pulls Sam over his knee, giving another light squeeze with his hand. Kurt looks at Sam, biting his lip, breaking character for a minute. “Is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to do anything Sam’s not okay with.
“It’s fine.” He assures him and smiles softly.
Kurt smiles mischievously, running his hand up over Sam’s back and back down, lifting it up and landing a firm swat on Sam’s rear, watching him for a reaction.
Sam yelps when he feels Kurt’s hand collide with his ass. “Shit.” He smirks, looking back over at him, licking his lips.
Kurt grinned and slapped him again. “Such a bad boy,” he intones in his Riff Raff voice, rubbing his hand over Sam’s round ass, licking his lips before delivering another smack and letting out a nasally laugh. “I don’t think you’re learning your lesson, Rocky,” he said, bringing his hand down again. “I can feel you getting more excited…”
He pulls Sam over his knee, giving another light squeeze with his hand. Kurt looks at Sam, biting his lip, breaking character for a minute. “Is this okay?” he asks, not wanting to do anything Sam’s not okay with.
“It’s fine.” He assures him and smiles softly.
Kurt smiles mischievously, running his hand up over Sam’s back and back down, lifting it up and landing a firm swat on Sam’s rear, watching him for a reaction.
