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Warning: Strong language, abuse, possible non-con.
Stockholm Syndrome: Prologue
Kurt swore that things weren't out of hand. He was in control. He had sworn to both Puck and himself that he could handle this. Of course Dave wasn't abusing him. Dave loved him, why would you say such awful things?
But as the paramedics were gently lifting Kurt from the pool of blood at the base of the stairs and strapping him onto a stretcher, the small boy began to think that maybe things had gotten just a bit out of hand. He was aware for a moment that he couldn't feel his legs, but he brushed the thought of as quick as he came.
'It's just the adrenaline, Kurt. It's doing funky things with your head. Of course Dave didn't push you down the stairs, he wouldn't do that. He loves you. You tripped, you clumsy boy.'
Kurt noticed then that Puck was running alongside the stretcher, covered in what could only be Kurt's blood, holding his hand and Kurt couldn't help but panic. Dave was here, didn't Puck know this would get him in trouble? Speaking of Dave, where was he? Kurt fought against the restraints hold him down momentarily before realizing he was far too tired to do so. He softly started calling for his boyfriend, his voice growing more frantic with each breath.
"Dave? Dave where are you? Puck go away, where's Dave? I need Dave!" He was moaning in misery, pain, and fear. As the neared a police car, Kurt could see his boyfriend being wrestled into handcuffs and being shoved in the back seat. This only made Kurt panic more.
"No! Leave him alone! I need him, he loves me! Dave! Dave!" Kurt continued to scream, wanting nothing more for his boyfriend to be with him. Kurt was scared and the fact that the feeling in his legs had yet to come was beginning to worry him. Puck looked down at him with sad eyes while brushing a piece of hair out of his face.
"It's okay, Kurt. I'm not going to let him hurt you anymore, okay? He's never going to hurt you again." Kurt gasped. This wasn't what he wanted! Yeah, Dave had some anger issues sometimes, but he loved Kurt. He hadn't meant to hurt him. Puck was just trying to steal him away. Kurt could feel his eyelids getting heavy as a paramedic yelled about getting him to St. Ritas hospital, ASAP. As he lost consciousness, Kurt was still moaning Dave's name, hoping his boyfriend would be there when he woke up.
AN: Hey guys, this is going in a completely different direction than Have Faith In Me, but I kind of like the idea of Puck and Kurt ending up together, too. The chapter titles are going to be based off of either "Stockholm Syndrome" by Blink 182 or "Swing" by Taking Back Sunday. I'm planning on switching back and forth between time frames each chapter. Next chapter should be a look into the past where the whole mess between Dave and Kurt started. I hope you guys like it!
