[Kurt makes a wounded noise at Corrigan’s distressingly accurate words, blushing so bright it hurts, frustrated tears streaking their cheeks. It’s like he’s been there to see every single night of boring, unfulfilling sex they had to put up with, faking their pleasure, making excuses for why Greg couldn’t make them come yet again.
Corrigan knows, and nothing Kurt can say will disprove his words. As they’re pulled bodily towards the bed, stumbling along while pretending to fight him, knowing they’re about to get fucked within an inch of their life almost make the lonely boring nights worth it.]
Sh-Shuddup. He… [they can’t even pretend for a moment that Greg makes them feel good] He doesn’t hurt me. He doesn’t c-call me names. Greg respects me! [They can’t tell which is the bigger lie: Greg respecting them, or that they’re turned off by name-calling and pain.]
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Corrigan knows, and nothing Kurt can say will disprove his words. As they’re pulled bodily towards the bed, stumbling along while pretending to fight him, knowing they’re about to get fucked within an inch of their life almost make the lonely boring nights worth it.]
Sh-Shuddup. He… [they can’t even pretend for a moment that Greg makes them feel good] He doesn’t hurt me. He doesn’t c-call me names. Greg respects me! [They can’t tell which is the bigger lie: Greg respecting them, or that they’re turned off by name-calling and pain.]