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Finn/Kurt, Sexsomnia, Special Hell
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February 25 2011, 04:13:15 UTC
Finn suffers from sexsomnia. He has no idea about this, considering he rarely sleeps in the same room with other people, and when he does, he usually doesn't end up sleeping. Thing is, he has a new roommate in the form of one Kurt Hummel. For the past while, Kurt has been waking up with Finn on top of him, or behind him. He's so big, and Kurt is so tiny, and he can't get him off of him. He can't call for help, because there's no way his father would forgive something like that, even if it wasn't Finn's fault. It hasn't gone much farther than some mild groping, so Kurt's been able to sweat it out. He has to wait until Finn eventually rolls off him in his sleep before he can escape. He's losing sleep because of it, he's an emotional wreck, and he does his best to avoid touching conscious!Finn whenever he can. One night though, it goes farther than before. There's a thunderstorm as it happens, and one deafening boom of thunder rouses Finn from his sleep. He wakes up inside of his crying step-brother
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Warnings: this story contains noncon and victim blaming
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Finn didn't remember much more of that night. He remembered shaking Kurt to try and get him to shut up. He remembered Kurt screaming loudly enough that Burt and Carole had come down to check on them, and had been horrified at the scene. Finn tried to explain that he didn't know what had happened. That he'd woken up in Kurt's bed, and Kurt must have done something because Finn would never have sex with Kurt. Finn kept trying to get people to listen to him, that it wasn't his fault. That he hadn't done anything wrong. That there was something wrong with Kurt, yes, but Finn would never do that! Even when the paramedics showed up and one of them jabbed him with a needle, Finn continued to insist that he wouldn't do that. He would never rape somebody. Especially not his brother
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Oh, wow, I completely understand why you wanted to do it from Finn's P.O.V You have an amazing Finn voice! And you were able to get all the subtleties in there, which is much more difficult with Finn than with Kurt. You've done a wonderful job. Thank you so much for filling!
I'm very glad you're enjoying this. It's interesting, challenging and horrifying to write. I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to handle the recovery part, but family therapy is definitely on the horizon. And a great big "I hate you because you took my innocence from me and I'm not even allowed to be mad at you because you didn't mean it!" fight.
That's pretty much exactly how I feel writing it. Especially since I'm writing this scene where Carole tells Finn he can't come home until they move houses. I want to give both Finn and Kurt huge hugs.
Contains victim-blaming and references to noncon Carole was there was Finn woke up the next morning. She told Finn about how she and Burt had closed on the new house and they were just waiting for something called escrow before they could move in. After breakfast, the doctor came in. She was a pleasant looking woman in her thirties with straight, dark chin-length hair
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After a week in the sleep clinic, Finn was released, with weekly appointments with a therapist on the schedule and prescriptions for Clonazepam and Trazedone. Carole picked him up and drove him to the new house. She led him straight to his bedroom, where all his belongings were shoved into corners, still in boxes and bags
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Everyone started eating dinner, and Burt talked about work, and how Will Schuester had finally brought his dying car to the garage, and then Carole had shifted the conversation to her work at the back, where she was a teller. She told a story about an elderly woman who kept trying to write money orders for more than she had in her account.
“Pass the broccoli please,” Kurt asked politely.
Finn leaned over to hand Kurt the broccoli, their fingers brushing as Kurt tried to take the bowl from Finn. Kurt pulled his hands back as if he'd been burned and the serving bowl fell to the table, broccoli spilling out onto pale yellow tablecloth.
“Dammit, Kurt, I'm not going to hurt you!” Finn couldn't help but yell at the shorter boy.
“Not while you're awake, maybe!” Kurt flung back at him.
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Finn didn't remember much more of that night. He remembered shaking Kurt to try and get him to shut up. He remembered Kurt screaming loudly enough that Burt and Carole had come down to check on them, and had been horrified at the scene. Finn tried to explain that he didn't know what had happened. That he'd woken up in Kurt's bed, and Kurt must have done something because Finn would never have sex with Kurt. Finn kept trying to get people to listen to him, that it wasn't his fault. That he hadn't done anything wrong. That there was something wrong with Kurt, yes, but Finn would never do that! Even when the paramedics showed up and one of them jabbed him with a needle, Finn continued to insist that he wouldn't do that. He would never rape somebody. Especially not his brother ( ... )
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This is heartwrenching.
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So heartbreaking ♥
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I'm glad you like it. :D
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Great story so far! :D Lovin' the angst. <3
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“Pass the broccoli please,” Kurt asked politely.
Finn leaned over to hand Kurt the broccoli, their fingers brushing as Kurt tried to take the bowl from Finn. Kurt pulled his hands back as if he'd been burned and the serving bowl fell to the table, broccoli spilling out onto pale yellow tablecloth.
“Dammit, Kurt, I'm not going to hurt you!” Finn couldn't help but yell at the shorter boy.
“Not while you're awake, maybe!” Kurt flung back at him.
“Dude, that's not my fault!” Finn argued ( ... )
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