I Fixed The Scene Where Ryder Tells The Glee Club He Was Sexually Abused (TW)
Ryder was beginning to wish he hadn't already planned the number. He just wanted to tell the glee club, not an alumnus who was visiting.
But he still found himself saying it.
"When I was eleven, I was molested by my babysitter." No going back now. "She just walked in on me in the shower and touched me a bit."
"Hold on, did you just say she?" Sam asked.
"As in a girl? Like, a teenage girl?" Artie clarified.
Ryder shrugged. "Yeah, she was seventeen, eighteen."
"Dude, you're eleven and some hot eighteen year-old plays with your junk? I'd have killed for that!" Sam exclaimed.
"Why are you ashamed of this?" Artie asked.
He began to feel unsure. "I don't know, I... Kinda messed me up a bit, like I have trouble trusting girls because of it I think."
"Guys, this is not something to high-five about," Mr. Schue said. "Ryder, I'm sorry, but I'm obligated to report it."
"Whatever. She's already locked up, got caught doing it to some other kid."
"Okay I— I'm sorry but why is that a crime? I mean that's every teenage boy's fantasy, there's like fifty 80's movies about it— My Tutor, Private Lessons, My Hot Babysitter, Gym Class—"
"We get it, Sam, thanks," Mr. Schue interrupted.
"Guys, this is totally not cool," Tina said.
"His truth is his truth, not yours," Marley added.
"It's cool, it's cool, the other guys are right. I don't know what I was thinking, I'm like the luckiest guy in here," Ryder said. He got up, high-fiving Artie as he walked back to his seat.
"Good job," Artie said, patting him on the back as he went past. "I mean, kid clearly has superior game."
Ryder sat down, and that was it.
Or he thought it would be.
"I— I'm sorry, are you kidding me right now?" the alumnus spoke up, everyone looking over at them. "I— I cannot believe I went to school with you two. You are awful people."
"Guys your age might want to be consensually felt up by a hot girl, but an eleven year-old who doesn't know what's going on doesn't! That's not something to pat him on the back about! It's messed up and not okay!"
"Kurt—" Mr. Schue started.
They held out a hand. "No. No, don't interrupt me. Someone has to say something about this, since you aren't going to. Artie, how would you feel if you were eleven and an eighteen year-old guy who was babysitting you walked into the bathroom and felt you up?"
Artie made a face. "Disgusted, b—"
"Disgusted because it's a guy, or because someone is touching you without your consent?" He was silent. "Yeah, exactly. It doesn't matter who it was, it doesn't matter their gender, or how hot they are— it's sexual abuse and it's never okay or a fantasy. Sam, you ever seen Rosaline?"
"No," Sam says, confused.
"It's an 80s movie where a woman is raped and he won't leave her alone and she falls in love with him. So-called happy ending. It's not the only movie like that. Obviously, that's every woman's fantasy, right?"
"Bingo. Some movies have shitty and untrue plots. I think you grossly misunderstand the difference between being your age and having a hot girl you're into feel you up with your consent and being a child and having someone hired to keep you safe touch you without your consent. Do you see the difference between those two?"
"Good. Thank you, Tina and Marley, for being decent people," they added. They sat back down, turning to Mr. Schue. "Continue with what you were saying."
(It's Kurt because he's the one in the series that repeatedly stood up against bullshit like that and was an alumnus at that time and if you want to argue, keep this in mind: Kurt was openly harassed at Mckinley for years and nobody in the glee club did shit to stop it, really, but Kurt saw a guy he didn't even know being gay-bashed in an alley and his instinct was to go try to help even though it landed him in the hospital)
