Hello fellow Gleekers. My name is Nikki and this is my first fic. I've had several stories written for Glee on notebook paper and my friend read them and demanded I make a FF account and post them online. I've read several Dark!Blaine stories and I love them! The prompt for this was requested by a distant is story is dark so please, please read the prompt and the warnings I listed before you decide to read this story.
W-Rape, kidnapping, physical manipulation, violence, references to murders, fowl language, forced orgasm, bondage, forced sexual acts, cumplay, and emotional and mental manipulation.
Prompt-Kurt's on a long road trip and decides to take a pit stop in an small unfamiliar town. Blaine lives there and either works at said pit stop or is dropping by on an errand (up to filler), when he sees Kurt. He's immediately excited, he hasn't seen a boy as pretty as Kurt in a long time and he's a stranger to the town. Blaine waits until Kurt is completely alone (bathroom, parking lot, I don't care) and expertly kidnaps Kurt using rope and duct tape and throws him into the trunk of his car. He takes him into the woods and rapes Kurt. He's so pleased he decides to take him into his family's basement, where he already has a mattress and cuffs.
Blaine then makes a routine of forcing himself on Kurt. Lots of different positions, crying, struggling Kurt, Blaine being nonchalant about the whole situation. Kurt screams for help, hearing Blaine's family in the home for the first week, but nothing happens and Blaine just finds it amusing.
One day Blaine's mother walks in mid-rape Kurt cries and begs her to help, thinking he finally found an escape. However, her and Blaine seem to have a silent exchange and she leaves silently, Blaine just continues. The Anderson family knows of Blaine's sick ventures and have just come to accept it.
Whatever happens afterwards is up to the filler as long as Kurt and Blaine stay alive and Kurt doesn't eventually start enjoying the sex, but he can just become emotionless about it.
Details-
*Intense kidnapping scene, big struggle, as a reader I want to see Blaine having the upper hand.
*Blaine tops and loves to fucks Kurt's ass (Kurt's a virgin at first)
*Blaine somehow manipulates or threatens Kurt to give him b***.
*Dash of cum play
*Crying, fighting, refusing Kurt at least the first few times until he gives up
*Blaine treats Kurt sweetly with meals and bathes
*Dirty talk
D-I don't own Glee.
Blaine's Point of view-
Flawless pale skin. Pretty face. Tall slim body.
He couldn't have torn his eyes away from the new arrival if he wanted to. The bag of chips he'd been holding in his hands lay crumpled on the floor of the dirty out of way gas station.
His eyes are the kind of blue that looks like green or gray when the light hits them in the right way. His lashes are long and his eyebrows are neat and trimmed and he's clearly spent a lot of time on his hair. His lips are pink and tempting. He's dressed in designer clothing and knows exactly what kind of clothes show off his best assets. And he has such nice assets to show off too...
His eyes travelled down from the newcomer's face languidly, enjoying every inch of his body. The barest glimpse of his white and oh so fragile looking collarbone made his mouth water. He could imagine those long legs spread open and trembling. His hands were white and soft looking and his fingernails were neat. He had pianist's hands and he would bet good money he sang like a bird, too.
The newcomer looked around while he waited for the cashier to finish with another customer. His pretty blue eyes met his for a brief moment before passing on.
He hadn't expected to run into someone like him here, of all places, but he wasn't about to question his good luck. It had been a while since he ran into anyone even half as gorgeous as the newcomer and he certainly hadn't realized he'd been starving.
He carelessly put down the few items he'd picked up and walked outside. It was easy to pick out the pretty boy's car. It was shiny and huge and looked so out of place just like its owner. He looked around but there was no one out to see him and he walked to the car and around it so that he wouldn't be seen if the pretty boy looked out through the grimy windows.
Like a good boy scout he was always prepared, even though the butterfly knife wasn't exactly a standard part of a camping kit. Slashing the rear tire didn't take too much effort and left him plenty of time to go back to his own car to check that he had everything he needed with him. He hummed a little under his breath as he opened the trunk of his car and looked inside.
The neat coil of rope and the roll of duct tape looked innocent enough if people who saw them weren't already in the right mindset to realize that they could be used for so much more than on the spot repairs. He put the tape in his pocket and picked up the rope. It was a bit more difficult to hide it under his jacket but he was good at that. He did have a lot of practise, after all. He hummed some more as he picked up the pair of thin leather gloves and pulled them on. Real life wasn't like those crime shows he liked to watch but it never hurt to be careful.
He settled in for a short wait leaning against his car knowing that it was dark enough that he wouldn't be seen unless someone was actively trying to look for him.
It didn't take more than five minutes before the pretty boy exited the station with a small plastic bag. He wasn't looking around and went straight to his car and tossed the bag onto the back seat. He kept watching the slim figure move gracefully to the driver's side and then go in and start the car. He barely got the car moving before he realized that something was wrong and cut the engine.
He watched the newcomer step out and then look at the rear tire he'd slashed. That was his cue.
"Is there a problem?" he asked knowing that he came across as entirely unthreatening.
He was a couple of inches shorter than pretty boy and he could practically ooze charm when he wanted to. The pretty blue eyes looked up at him and it was clear he'd startled him.
"Someone slashed my tire," the boy said frowning. "But there's no one here."
'Except you,' went unsaid.
It looked like pretty boy wasn't all about the looks. It didn't really matter but it made it more interesting. He wasn't accusing him of anything (yet) but he was looking at him warily and making sure there was a certain distance between them.
'Hmm,' he thought feeling his blood racing in his veins, red hot and delicious. This one had been hunted before and had learned from that experience. It wouldn't help him, in the end, but it was interesting to know.
"There are some teenagers who think it's the pinnacle of coolness to pull stupid pranks like that," he said smiling disarmingly. "Do you need help with that?"
It was an easy assumption to make that someone who dressed like that and who had as painstakingly neat hands as pretty boy had isn't at home with cars. He was probably a student but he's most likely studying the arts or humanities. Pretty white hands like his were clearly not made for manual labour.
"No thanks," the boy said with a guarded smile. "I know how to change a tire."
Well wasn't his pretty boy just full of surprises. It didn't really matter, of course, but he rarely misjudged people. That was one of those things the TV did get right. Still, it wasn't that unusual for people to learn the basics so he probably wasn't that far off the mark.
He looked up. The only other customer at the station had left and they were alone except for the clerk inside and he most likely wouldn't care even if he heard noise coming from outside. Blaine had seen the apathy in the old man's eyes and knew that even if he did hear anything it wouldn't matter. There weren't any working cameras at the station and eye-witness testimonies were unreliable at best so he was well covered.
"Doesn't mean you don't want help with it," he said practically radiating harmless charm. "Wouldn't want you to dirty those pretty hands."
It was a bit of a gamble because it might get the pretty boy to be even more on his guard but the blush he got for the compliment was worth it. If the boy wasn't a virgin he was, at least, very inexperienced. The thought made his mouth water. In this age of free internet porn it was hard to find someone who didn't at least think they knew everything about sex.
"I'm okay," he said. "My dad's a mechanic so it won't take me long." He paused. "Thanks for the offer."
"No problem," he said.
He got another wary glance but it looked like the boy's politeness overrode his suspicious side and he just nodded and didn't ask him to leave. It was a mistake, of course, but certainly not his first.
"Don't let me keep you," the boy said clearly getting uncomfortable with his continued presence. "I can handle this."
There was a note of annoyance in his voice and it wasn't hard to guess that he was used to people judging him by his appearance. As if most of what he'd predicted about him wasn't absolutely on spot, he thought amused. People, in general, weren't nearly as complex as they liked to think they were.
"Just trying to help," he said raising his hands in a placating gesture and stepping back.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to snap," he boy said. "I've been driving all day and this is the last thing I need."
"Where are you coming from?" he asked because it was marginally better than asking where the boy was going.
The boy stood up from where he'd been crouching next to the flat tire. He was even more gorgeous close up.
"New York," the boy answered.
It meant he'd been driving close to seven hours or more depending on if he took breaks along the way. Considering that the Navigator he drove wasn't the most fuel efficient car it meant he'd probably been on the road for more than eight hours. He looked tired and slightly rumpled in a way the pretty boy probably hated.
He watched as the boy opened the trunk of his car and bent forward to reach for the tools. Wary though he might've been it wouldn't be nearly enough. He smiled a little and struck.
End of chapter 1. The POVS will be switched for example the next POV will be from Kurt's point of view. I hope you guys like this, I'll update if it's wanted.