Hummel Tire & Lube

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Dave almost didn't believe his eyes when he saw Hummel crossing the street, but there was no mistaking the slight figure wearing an outlandish outfit that only Hummel would wear in a town like Lima. After all the humiliation Hummel had put Dave through, Dave was tempted to confront him right then and there. He thought better of it, knowing that odds were that someone would see them together and that would ruin everything. Especially if Hummel decided to create a big dramatic scene and call attention to them. No, he couldn't confront Hummel here. He needed to wait until he could catch him alone, somewhere that they could have complete privacy.

Dave watched as Hummel made his way into Breadstix and wondered who he was meeting there. Probably some secret boyfriend, Dave figured, scowling even as his stomach clenched at that thought. He drove around the block, this time noticing Ms. Pillsbury heading into the restaurant. He thought nothing of it, though.

He wasn't sure why he drove around the block again until he spotted Kurt's car sitting in the parking lot of his father's garage. He slowed his car to a stop as he looked at it sitting alone in the lot. Dave smirked as he realized that this would be just the perfect place for him to get a chance to...talk with Hummel in private. The boy had to come back for his car. It was getting late, so by the time he finished his dinner, it was going to be dark. The area was very secluded, and it was highly unlikely that anyone would accidentally run into them.

Dave drove around the block one more time, finding a place to park that was far enough away that it wouldn't attract Hummel's notice. He needed to make sure that Hummel was detained once he got back to his car, so he took the pocket knife from his glove compartment. He waited until he was certain that he would be unobserved then stole across the street and over to Hummel's car. Once again making sure that the coast was clear, he quickly slashed the front driver's side tire.

Satisfied, he moved back into the shadows and sat, waiting for Hummel to return.

[Timeline note: Takes place after Emma & Kurt scene @ Breadstix]

Kurt groaned as he noticed that the front tire on his Navigator was incredibly flat. It took him only a few moments to note that it wasn't just flat--it had been slashed. He scowled and kicked at it angrily. At least whoever did it hadn't spraypainted or etched anything into the paint. It was probably just that it was parked in the wrong place at the wrong time.

On the bright side, if there was ever a good place to have a flat tire, it was directly in front of an automotive garage to which he just happened to have a key. As annoying as having his tire slashed was, he had changed so many tires in his life that it was second nature and would take him only a few minutes to put a new tire on the rim, get it balanced, and able to get back to Sam's Glee Production Extravaganza.

But damned if he was going to get dirt and grease all over his Marc Jacobs sweater!

He fumbled in his pocket for his keys and singled out the one for the garage. He let himself inside and headed toward the small locker area so he could change into his coveralls.

Dave held his breath and eased himself farther into the shadows as Hummel started walking toward the building. Fortunately Hummel was too preoccupied to notice that he was being observed as he let himself into the garage.

As Hummel disappeared into the dark garage, Dave hesitated, suddenly doubting his plan. What was he doing? Was he really going to break in to the garage? And then what?

He just wanted to talk to Hummel, he told himself. That wasn't true, though. He wanted to feel that rush he got as Hummel looked up at him with those wide eyes. He wanted to feel that lithe little body pressed against him. He needed to feel the incredible sensations that he'd had when they had kissed that day in the locker room.

It wasn't breaking in, he reasoned. Hummel had left the door unlocked.

Just for him.

He was practically asking begging Dave to follow him.

He looked around to make sure that no one was near and that nobody was watching him as he silently let himself into the garage, locking the door behind him. He noiselessly stole through the darkness toward where he'd seen Hummel disappear, stopping short as he saw Hummel standing by some lockers.

It was tempting to rush Hummel now, slam him against the metal like Dave'd done so many times at school. But then Dave noticed that the boy was holding a change of clothing and his breath caught. He decided to stay right where he was and observe for just a few more moments.

[Begging? Really, Dave? ]

After toeing off his shoes, Kurt unwound his scarf and draped it over the top of the locker door. Though he could pull his coveralls on over his skinny jeans, he knew that it would be much easier to crawl around under the car if he wasn't wearing such tight clothing. He removed the jeans, folded them, and set them on the shelf of the locker. He slowly eased his sweater up over his head, careful not to let it catch or snag on anything. Then he folded it meticulously and set it on top of his jeans, making sure not to let the precious garment touch the dingy metal of the locker. He drew his t-shirt back down, smoothing any wrinkles flat before pulling on his work coveralls. Even though he was alone, he buttoned each button rather than leaving it open; there's no excuse for not taking pride in one's appearance.

He sat down on the bench and retrieved his shoes to put them back on.

Dave could not take his eyes off of Hummel as the smaller boy slowly undressed. It was as though Hummel was putting on a show just for him, and Dave found it completely hypnotic. He licked his lips as Hummel slowly drew his pants down his slender legs, revealing the milky white skin of his thighs. Dave felt his own pants tightening as he watched the boy's t-shirt being pulled up along with the sweater, exposing that impossibly narrow waist and the smooth slope of his back. He bit back a moan as he watched Hummel's hands gracefully sliding down his body, brushing the shirt off as he pulled it back down.

Dave was almost sure that Hummel knew he was there--that he was teasing and tormenting him. It was working; he wanted Hummel so bad that he could barely stand. He didn't dare palm himself as he wanted to do; he was far too close to exploding already. He swallowed hard as he waited for Hummel to keep going.

But then Hummel was getting dressed again. Dave wanted to stop him, but he was mesmerized by those nimble fingers as they moved up his body button by button.

It was when Hummel bent down to pick up his shoes that Dave couldn't contain the groan. It echoed thorough the otherwise empty garage.

At the unexpected noise, Kurt launched back to his feet and whirled around, letting out a startled gasp as he saw Karofsky. Oh God...how long had he been there...? He must've been the one who slashed the Nav's tires!

Kurt clutched his shoes to his chest and instinctively backed up a step only to find himself up against the lockers. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest and his mind raced, seeking escape.

Karofsky was blocking his path to the door. If he was fast enough he could possibly get to the button and open the bay doors, but he'd still have to outrun the jock. Without his shoes on. Odds were not in his favor. He'd left his phone in the car, but maybe he could get to the office. He could lock himself in and call the police. He just had to get past Karofsky to get to there. Again, that was a pretty big problem.

So WWBD?

Courage, he imagined the Warbler's mantra encouraging him to be brave. Right. so...he needed to be strong and face up to Karofsky until he could either convince the jock to leave or at least got him to move out of the doorway so he could make a dash for the office.

"Y-you can't be in here," he snapped, glaring at Karofsky, hoping that the Neanderthal couldn't see his fear. Or hear it when he demanded, "Leave n-now or I'll have you arrested for breaking and entering." The threat sounded pathetic even to his own ears, but he raised his chin in an attempt to appear authoritative and held his ground.

Dave grinned maliciously as he heard the slight stutter in Hummel's voice. "Door was open, Fancy," he replied, unconcerned. Besides, he had no intention of letting Kurt get anywhere near a phone. He crossed the room in four large steps. Not giving Hummel a chance to get away, he shoved Kurt hard, slamming his back against the lockers. Dave reached forward and grasped Hummel's work shirt in both fists, yanking him forward until his face was mere inches from Dave's.

"Remember what I said would happen if you told anyone?" he growled, his lip twitching as he became aware of just how close his were to Hummel's.

Disgusted by Dave's proximity, Kurt turned his face away from, dropping his shoes as he raised his hands to Dave's shoulders and tried to shove the jock away from him. "I didn't tell anyone," he insisted angrily. "Now get off me, you Neanderthal!" he demanded, though his stomach was churning and he could feel his body beginning to tremble.

"What about the red-headed bush-baby, Ms. Pillsburydoughgirl? She knows," Dave accused, though he wasn't nearly as angry about that as he should be. The guidance counselor was hardly a threat. She was more about saving the world and trying to fix him and shit.

He was more angry at the way Hummel was pushing him away and looking so repulsed. It wasn't like Dave was hideous. He kept himself in shape--he was stocky, but hardly fat. He was well groomed--not as painstakingly put together as Hummel, but he did all right. Lots (well...a few, anyway) girls seemed to find him really hott. Hummel should be ecstatic that someone like Dave even looked at him twice. After all he was so...small, pale, slender. So... "Pretty," he murmured as he backed Hummel up a step. He pinned Hummel against the locker, pressing his body flush to Hummel's. He let out an embarrassing whimper as he ground himself against the smaller boy and felt the intense sensation rushing through his veins, flooding his body with lust. He knew he should back off, but he didn't want to. Hummel owed him for telling.

Ignoring the way Hummel tried to push him away--the small boy was stronger than he looked, but Dave was stronger--Dave's hands roved to Hummel's waist, gripping him hard enough to bruise. Hummel's face was turned away from him, but that did give him access to the boy's exquisite throat, and Dave took advantage, pressing his mouth to that pale skin and sucking, fully intending to leave his mark. His hands slid from Hummel's hips to his chest, pressing unneccessarly hard against the delicate boy's rib cage as a warning to stay still. He began fumbling to get the work shirt unbuttoned, needing contact with that flawlessly smooth skin.

Kurt froze with fear as Karofsky pushed him back against the lockers and pinned him. He shuddered when Dave called him pretty, and swallowed a sob as he felt Dave grinding against him. He could feel his body betraying him in the worst possible way as it reacted to the forceful contact and the rough touches as Dave gripped his hips and pressed against him. He didn't want this! He didn't! But he couldn't move. He couldn't make himself scream or even plead with his assailant to get him to stop. He closed his eyes, fighting against the tears of humiliation and shame that started to form as as he felt Dave's lips against his neck. The tears flowed anyway as Dave continued to grope and paw at him. He couldn't let this happen. Dave had already taken too much from him. He couldn't let him take any more. He wanted Blaine to be the one to...Blaine! Kurt's heart broke as he realized just how badly he was failing not just himself but Blaine as well. Blaine had spent months reassuring him and encouraging him to be brave but when confronted all he'd done was frozen up.

He felt Dave tugging at the buttons of his overalls and began to panic.

"No!" he finally choked out the protest he'd been struggling to make. He broke out of his terrified stupor and renewed his effort to shove Dave away, though it was still ineffective. It was clear that he wouldn't win in a battle of strength, so he had to start thinking and fight *smarter*. He curled his fingers as if they were claws and swiped out, gouging into Dave's cheek as hard as he could.

Dave jerked back as Hummel viciously scratched his face. His hand flew to his cheek and he felt a warm trickle of blood. Instinctively he lashed out, slamming a fist to Hummel's gut. No more playing nice. He let out a furious growl and grabbed Hummel's work shirt, yanking hard and sending several of the buttons scattering across the floor as they were torn from the shirt. Stifling any protests Hummel might have made, Dave shoved him back against the locker again and captured his mouth with a bruising kiss. His tongue pressed for entry while his hands slid up under Hummel's t-shirt. He reveled in the feel of Hummel's amazingly soft smooth skin as he ran one hand over the flat plane of Hummel's stomach. He slid both hands greedily up Hummel's chest, stopping as his thumbs reached the boy's sensitive nipples. He moaned as he felt them tighten under his fingertips. His eyes rolled back in his head and his breathing became erratic as he ground himself fervently against his captive. Damn it why did touching Hummel have to feel so good?

All the air rushed out of Kurt's lungs when Karofsky punched him. He couln't have cried out no matter how much he wanted to; especially when a moment later Karofsky assaulted him with another kiss. He tried to clamp his mouth closed when he felt Karofsky's tongue at his lips, but because he'd been crying his nose was stuffed up and he was having trouble breathing and had to relent. Worst of all, he felt his body involuntarily responding to Karofsky's assault and his mind filled with self loathing. How disgusting was he that this horrifying attack was affecting him? His mind detested everything about what was happening, though, and he was terrified that if he couldn't find a way to stop it NOW, Dave was going to...take everything from him.

He just didn't know how to stop it. Thinking of Blaine's advice hadn't helped him. So what about...Finn? He'd fight, but Kurt had already tried that. Mercedes would've scared him off as well. She just came across as someone you didn't mess with. Rachel...Rachel would probably sing, his mind figured inanely. Probably Rachel had some perfect song prepared in her repetoire for just this sort of situation that would've either rendered Karofsky an emotional wreck, or scared him off or something. Okay, so thinking like Rachel was no help...

Actually it was! He could SING. His mind frantically sought to remember what each letter of the acronym stood for. S for Solar Plexus. He curled his hand into a fist and rammed it as hard as he could just below Karofsky's diaphragm as he simultaneously stomped his foot down on Dave's instep (for I). N for nose, Kurt curled his hand and thrust his palm up into Dave's nose. And finally he brought his knee up into Dave's groin (G) as hard as he could.

If Kurt got out of this, he was going to write Sandy Bullock the most glowing fan letter ever. Thank you, Miss Congeniality.

Dave was caught completely off guard by Hummel's attack. The punch to his stomach wasn't too bad, nor was the way the soprano stomped on his foot (it didn't help that the boy was barefoot as opposed to the boots that Dave was wearing), but the blow to his nose wiped the smirk right off his face, and the knee to his crotch dropped him to the floor. For a few moments he was certain that he was going to throw up, but as he saw Hummel starting to move away he knew he couldn't let the smaller boy to escape. He lashed out desperately, grabbing at Hummel's ankle and yanking him to the ground.

Kurt cried out as he was brought crashing to the ground. He kicked his leg, trying to free his ankle from Dave's tight grip.

Dave still felt nauseous as he struggled to get to his knees, his free hand instinctively moving to cup his groin as though it would help ease the pain. He dragged Hummel toward him and lurched forward, using his body to keep Hummel's legs still. He'd lost that lustful feeling--quite possibly for the next several WEEKS judging from the throbbing in his balls--but knew he still needed to ensure Hummel's silence about what had happened here tonight. He couldn't let Hummel call the police, even though he was confident that no one would take Hummel's claims seriously. No one would believe that a guy like Dave would want someone like Hummel like that. He hadn't broken in or anything, but he couldn't risk the rumors that could start if anyone questioned how he came to be at the garage. It was Hummel's fault...the way he practically lured him here. And people would probably see the bruises on Hummel and use that to get him tossed out of McKinley again. Like it was his fault Hummel bruised so easily?

He needed to make sure Hummel wouldn't want to tell anyone about this. He lunged forward again until his body was completely covering Hummel's. He could feel the smaller boy struggling beneath him. Despite the lingering pain in his groin, it still sent a thrill through him. He shifted his weight long enough to capture both of Hummel's wrists and flipped the other boy onto his back before settling his weight back down, pinning Hummel to the floor. He tightened his grip on Hummel's wrists to prevent him from fighting.

"No..." Kurt protested, though he could only mouth the word because his throat had tightened with such an intense fear he couldn't make a sound. His body tried to shink away from Karofsky, but there was no escape. He feebly tried to pull his wrists free, but Dave's grip was too tight.

Kurt had fought and failed. And now...? Now he was going to suffer the consequences; Dave had rendered him immobile and helpless.

He felt the tears still rolling down his cheek but made himself stay focused on Dave as he plead now for mercy. "I-I'm sorry," he apologised in the barest of whispers. "Please...don't do this. Please, let me go. I-I won't say anything if you let me go," he bargained.

"Damn right you're not going to say anything," Dave sneered as he gazed down at Hummel's tear-streaked face. Stupid Hummel was even pretty when he cried. Maybe even prettier than usual. And Dave had never felt more powerful than he felt at this moment, having such control over Hummel, feeling him surrendering and listening to him begging. The moment was ruined only by the fact that he still hurt far too much to take things farther...it was probably for the best. Sure, Hummel said he'd keep quiet, but he'd made that promise before. But a death threat hadn't affected Hummel nearly as much as what Dave could do with a simple touch. This threat would be much more effective--and far more enjoyable for Dave--and Hummel, if the stubborn soprano would just admit it already. Hummel might be acting like he hated it, but his body told Dave a different story. And if messing with Hummel's head a little bit could get him even further under Dave's thumb, all the better.

Dave grinned maliciously as he adjusted his hold of Hummel's wrists so that he could hold them both in one of his much larger hands. With his free hand he reached to wipe at the tears, rubbing his thumb against Hummel's cheek in a mockingly gentle gesture. "You know why you're not going to say anything?" he asked.

Kurt flinched as Dave caressed his cheek. He turned his head as much as he could, trying to escape the touch that scared him far more than any fist ever had. He'd never felt so helpless in his life. His breath was now coming in shallow puffs and his entire body was quaking beneath Karofsky. "Because you'll kill me," he whispered, almost wishing that Karofsky would make good with his threat. Anything was better than what he was certain Karofsky was planning to do to him tonight. He squeezed his eyes shut as though not seeing Karofsky would somehow make this nightmare go away.

Dave let out a small chuckle. "Nah. I'm not going to kill you, Hummel," he assured. His hand ran up through Hummel's hair. Dave was surprised at just how soft and silky it was. "You're not going to tell because you want me as much as..." he cut himself off before admitting that he wanted Hummel. "Anything," he tacked on, lamely covering his near mistake.

What? Kurt's eyes flew open and he looked up at Dave in horror. He shook his head in denial. "I will never want you!" he spat defiantly, despite his fear.

Dave only chuckled more at the denial. "You know it's true. The way you're always prancing around me in those tight little outfits...flaunting that perfect hair. You can deny it all you want," he continued, his hand sliding back up under Hummel's t-shirt until his fingertips reached one of Hummel's nipples, thumbing it until it became taut. He grinned in triumph. "Your body tells me different." His hand slid back down until it reached the waistband of Hummel's briefs. He teased Hummel for a few moments, his finger circling the boy's bared navel, then slid just his fingertips under the waistband. "You're mine Hummel." He lowered his face to briefly suck on Hummel's neck before moving his lips right next to Kurt's ear. "I could take you right now."

"No! Stop...don't...don't do this," Kurt hoarsely pled, his stomach clenching as it tried to shrink away from Dave's hand. He began sobbing in earnest as he felt his body apppallingly grow excited by Dave's teasing even while his mind screamed in protest. "I don't want...I've never..." It wasn't fair! He'd always imagined his life being like a fairytale, where one day he'd meet his prince who would sweep him off his feet and make him feel special and loved. Instead, Karofsky had already stolen his first kiss and now was...he couldn't even think it. He couldn't let Karofsky take this from him, too! But with the way he was pinned down and helpless, there wasn't a thing the could do to stop it! "Please, Kar...Dave," he begged.

Dave thrilled at the way Hummel begged him. He pulled his hand from Hummel's waistband and returned it to the boy's cheek. "You are mine, Hummel. You know it and I know it," he reasserted. "I get that you think you're not ready, and I can be patient." He gripped Hummel's chin and forced him to look directly at him. "But you tell anyone--even that shrimpy prep school kid--about this, about us and my patience is gone. You understand what I'm saying?"

Kurt understood. Loud and clear. He nodded, fearful yet allowing himself a slight bit of hope. Karofsky was threatening to rape him. He had no doubt in his mind about that. The hope came in as he realized that meant that Karofsky wasn't going to do so right now.