He Who Makes You Choose
Warnings: Um, I've never really had to write one of these before. There is violence, shootings, character death (later on) and the possibility of smut depending on how bad my mind is on the day. This is a complete AU and the characters have changed slightly to suit it.
I was sent this as a prompt by an acquaintance and this fic is the result!
Prompt: Blaine's an outcast who ran away from home after an argument with family. Kurt and Sebastian, kids from a care home, turn out to be the heads of two of the rival gangs who own the street. However the two of them used to be best friends. Blaine gradually gets to knows them both and has to choose which side he wants to pick but at gun point. This is not to be a one-shot
Bonus: Come up with a backstory for Kurt and Sebastian that involves them sharing the same idea's and background. A relationship beween Kurt and Blaine or Sebastian and Blaine, I don't mind which and also bring in Burt Hummel as Kurts Father.
Disclaimer: I own None of the characters! They belong to Ryan Murphy!
Chapter One.
Three boys stood on the docks as the sun set behind them creating a golden hue. Two of the boys stood 10 feet apart with guns primed and aimed at the other while the third boy stood out of immediate line of fire but in the centre of the two with his head cast down.
"This has gone on long enough! Make your choice Blaine! Make your choice! My side... or his?" Sebastian sneered without averting his gaze from the steely gray eyes of one Kurt Hummel.
The rivalry between Kurt and Sebastian went back to three years ago. Before that, they were the best of friends believe it or not. Both of them shared the same wants, the same desires. What they wanted was to be seen, to intimidate the world and to control justice. Ever since they were children, like many boys in the same situation, they were shunned and down trodden. Told that they were only capable of serving; being seen and never heard. That's what happens when you are in care in this world. That's why they ran to the streets like many before them. Choosing a life of petty crime over petty punishments. They chose the right to dream.
Years passed and they continued their life stealing food, clothes and other supplies. They found a abandoned warehouse on the docks which they used for shelter and soon the two became four and then four became eight and they kept going until they reached a grand total of 23. There was a clear divide in the group, but to begin with it was easily kept down. The younger, newer ones to the street preferred Kurt for his mind, agility and ability to turn a situation to their advantage no matter what the situation. Other's preferred Sebastian for his wit and his 'act first, think later' attitude. Together, they were unstoppable. And that's were the trouble started. Rival gangs started to appear and the fights for territory became everything.
Kurt knew he was being followed by someone. After being on the streets with Sebastian since the age of 11, he knew. From what he heard, Kurt reckoned that the person followed him had to of been a couple of stone heavier than himself but slightly smaller. Being followed was a regular occurrence for Kurt and the others now. There was a new group that had one of the abandoned houses down Stephen Street and they had taken to trailing Kurt and Sebastian's gang trying to figure out where they lived and how to steal their food and people.
The person had been following Kurt for about half a mile when Kurt just stopped and turned to him.
"You know," Kurt called "Following people is rude!"
The shadow of a boy stepped out from behind the bins where he'd been watching.
"Our boss doesn't like what you fags have been up to! Says you're stealing things off our patch! I told him I'd set you straight!" The stranger sneered, cracking his knuckles for show.
"I've been on the streets longer than you and your pruney little boss. I think I know how to defend myself from the likes of you!" Kurt laughed falling into a defensive stance.
The stranger lunged for Kurt, his fist pulled back. Kurt quickly dodged to the side causing the stranger to stumble into the wall. Before the stranger could even connect with it, Kurt was swinging his arm into the others back forcing his head to collide with the wall. Blood poured from the man's face as his head turned.
"You're asking for it now!" he said charging again. Kurt quickly manoeuvred himself and dove straight onto the man, hitting him square in the jaw, the ribs and groin before the man could even start to retaliate.
"Who's asking for it now, old man?" Kurt asked with a sneer.
Clapping echoed from the sidewalk as Sebastian looked on at the scene.
"Well done Kurtie. But you've done all the work before I got to play. That's not very nice now is it?" Sebastian said aiming a kick at the man's ribs as Kurt moved over to the side.
"He's been following me ever since I persuaded a gentleman to donate his entire wallet to me down the main street."
"Tut-tut-tut!" Sebastian said leaning down to grab the strangers jaw "That's not very nice, is it?" he added in a patronizing tone. "I say I should teach you a lesson in not following us. Don't you agree Mr…?"
Silence was the only reply they got.
"I'll take that as a yes then!" Sebastian said before pulling the man up punching him so hard that his jaw cracked loudly. The man crumpled to the floor as Sebastian carried on punching and kicking the man until the man didn't even attempt to fight back anymore.
"Seb, leave him. You've made your point... He won't bother us again!" Kurt said softly to Sebastian. A small whimper came from the boy.
"That's your problem Kurt! You're too soft!" Sebastian responded adding another kick to the stranger's chest. "They'll keep questioning our power. Our control unless we send them a proper message!" he added drawing a gun out from the depths of his leather jacket.
To match the attitude and to identify who they where, each boy wore a leather jacket and a tight fitting black tank top with tipped skin-tight black jeans.
"Sebastian! NO!" Kurt said pushing the gun away. "Think about this sensibly! You've taught him his lesson. This is just stupid!"
"I'M FED UP OF PEOPLE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!" Sebastian roared with a dangerous, red glint flashing in his eyes. He pushed Kurt away quickly before turning back to the stranger and squeezing the trigger. Two shots ran through the dark alleyway and silence quickly drowned out the man's screams.
"What have you done! YOU IDIOT!" Kurt shouted at Sebastian before shoving him against the wall, placing a knife against his throat.
"I did it for US Kurt! Can't you see that? People like that bastard are just going to keep coming at us. Challenging us! We needed to send them a message... They can't mess with us Kurt!"
"THERE ARE OTHERS WAYS THAN DOING IT THAN MURDER! HE WAS JUST A BOY! HE DIDN'T DESERVE THAT!"
"SO WHAT? THEY KEEP COMING BACK AND BACK! THEY'LL OVERPOWER US UNLESS WE ACT NOW!"
Kurt shook his head in disbelief before stepping away from Sebastian.
"There is no 'us' anymore. I stood by you but you kept pushing and pushing it. You've gone too far this time. I'll still get my dream, but I'm not going to do it this way. It's over Sebastian."
"Kurt wait... We can sort this... I..."
"Goodbye Sebastian." Kurt said walking away into the darkness, not turning back.
That was years ago now.
Tonight though, things were different. Very different. Tonight it wasn't about murder, violence and pain. Tonight was all about possession. Tonight was about a boy. Tonight was about Blaine Everett Anderson.
A/N so...um...how was it? Drop me a review!
I hope to update Tuesday's and Saturday's at least but if I get more written then so it!
Oh, and thanks to MejMejx my amazing Beta and :D
