Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee :/
Bummer.
Warnings: Well its rated M for later chapters because: Language, Rape, Violence, homophobic insults.
Sounds dreamy right? *sarcasm*
This wasn't how this night was supposed to go. Blaine and Kurt weren't supposed to be in two kidnapper's car. They were supposed to be catching a movie, not in the back seat of these two maniac's car.
They'd just gotten out of Blaine's car when two men approached them. One of them barely showed the couple a gun, they instructed them to get in their car, or they'd kill Kurt and Blaine. The young couple didn't want to take the chance, so they did as told; they both nervously got in the backseat, not knowing what fate awaited them.
This comes back to the major point, This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go; That was the last thing on Blaine Anderson's mind, before falling asleep, in two maniac's car.
Waking up, it had only taken a few seconds for Blaine to recall what had happened; he looked at his surroundings, he was tied to a chair in what seemed to be a log cabin, perfect. He looked to his right to see Kurt also tied to a chair, but he was asleep. Blaine didn't know how the porcelain boy could sleep in that position, his head spilled over, and his body practically falling off the chair.
"Kurt." Blaine whispered, not too loudly, the last thing he wanted to do was grab the two psycho's attention. Kurt barely mumbled in his sleep; his nose twitched slightly, this small movement would be absolutely irresistible to Blaine, if they weren't in absolute peril. "Kurt." He whispered a bit louder this time.
Kurt's eyelids fluttered open; he lifted his head up groaning, it felt like he'd been hit by a fruit truck! He looked around tiredly, also instantly remembering what happened.
He took a ragged breath, shooting Blaine a look of dismay, "Blaine." His voice cracked; he hated sounding so weak. His stare shot to Blaine's face which was bruised from the previous night. "Blaine, your face." Kurt gasped.
Blaine ignored him, "Kurt, baby, were going to get out of this, okay? Just stay strong."
Kurt nodded, "I'm scared." He whispered honestly, why lie?
Blaine gulped, because truthfully, he was scared shit less. "I won't let anyone hurt you."
Kurt smiled weakly, "I can always tell when your scared, you'll-" Kurt's words were cut short.
"Awe, well lookie here!" A booming voice coed, there stood the burly man from the previous night. Blaine could get a better view of the man now; dirty looking, Long greasy brown hair, and scruff all around his face. "Don't worry guys, my partner is upstairs." He added.
"Yeah, wouldn't want to worry us." Kurt snapped bitterly. Blaine shot the countertenor that look that said, You really need to be quiet right now.
"Ah! A sarcastic one I see." The man chuckled, he sauntered over to Kurt, kneeling down in front of the countertenor. Kurt scowled, trying to give the man the bravest face he could put on. The man took Kurt's face between his index finger and thumb, turning his head back and forth as if examining him. "Cute too." He smiled darkly.
"Don't touch him." Blaine hissed.
"Is Blaine protective of the princess?" He teased, still holding Kurt's face between his fingers.
Blaine froze, "How do you know my name?"
The man stood up, "I know a lot about you Blaine Anderson," He looked at Kurt, "And Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."
"Have you been watching us?" Blaine asked weakly, shooting Kurt a worried glance.
"We know more about you," He smiled, "Then you know about yourselves."
"How-" Blaine's question was cut short.
"So... Elizabeth, what kind of middle name is that for a boy?" He asked casually, looking towards Kurt.
"It was my mothers name." Kurt whispered.
"Elizabeth Hummel? She died right?" He asked staring down at his nails. Kurt weakly nodded, Blaine knew how hard it was for him to speak about his mother. They had started talking about it once, but it lead to tears; Blaine didn't make him continue.
"How?" He asked, Blaine could have screamed.
"S-She was m-murdered." Kurt winced.
"Tragic," He chuckled, pausing, "Her son might have the same fate."
Kurt's breathing increased, he shot Blaine a frantic look. Blaine hardened his glare on the Burly man, who was now standing in between the two chairs. "I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Duke, Upstairs is Johnny."
"Nice to meet you, can we leave now?" Kurt mumbled.
Johnny laughed like it was the funniest joke he'd ever heard, "Elizabeth, wouldn't want to say goodbye so soon, would we?"
Kurt frowned, "My name isn't Elizabeth, it's Kurt."
"I'll call you what I want to call you, okay kid!" He roared, his hand clutching Kurt's throat.
"Take your hands off of him you bastard!" Blaine seethed.
"I hate sarcastic little bitches!" He yelled, tightening his grip on the countertenors throat. Kurt struggled to breath, kicking his legs rapidly.
"Duke, not now." Blaine turned his attention to the source of the voice, a burly man, bald, tattoos everywhere, and a eye patch going over his right eye. Blaine turned his attention back to Duke though who still had his hands around Kurt's neck.
"Make him stop." Blaine pleaded to Johnny, who stood at the stairway.
"Duke, I'm fucking serious, stop." He said in a deafening voice; Duke stopped taking his hands off Kurt, who started gasping for breath.
"I.. wasn't... even... being... sarcastic." He gasped between words.
"Duke is short tempered, he doesn't like to be corrected." Johnny grinned, watching the porcelain boy massage his throat.
"Really? I couldn't tell." Kurt narrowed his eyes.
Blaine tapped Kurt with his foot, "No more sarcasm."
"Look what do you want from us?" Kurt asked.
Johnny looked at Duke, "Untie the pale one, would you?" Duke nodded, going behind Kurt, and undoing the rope. Kurt rubbed his hands, which were sore from the ropes being tied so tight.
"Blaine Anderson, your dad is the owner of a pretty big company, correct."
"Yes." Blaine nodded, so he kidnapped us for money? Blaine thought.
"Thought so," He smirked walking over to Kurt's chair, He grabbed the countertenors upper arm. Blaine looked up at the bald man frantically.
"Do you want money?" He asked quickly.
"Yes, yes I do. That's why, your dad, as well as Kurt's father, have been left a note, asking for A certain amount of money; Once I receive that amount, I'll think about letting you two go." He explained.
Blaine gritted his teeth, "Then let Kurt go, this is about MY father, he has nothing to do with this."
Johnny chuckled darkly, jerking Kurt to his feet and grabbing the back of his hair. Kurt hissed in pain, as the older man yanked his head backwards. "Oh, but he does. You see, Blaine, I have a history with Kurt." He paused his head getting very close to the countertenors ear, "I would love to get my hands on the next generation."
Kurt was confused, "W-What's that suppose to mean?" He stammered. The older man pushed him to the ground, his head hitting the hard wood with a thump. Blaine was struggling against the ropes, wanting to get his hands on that bastard.
Johnny put his foot between Kurt's legs, stepping down hard on the younger man's penis. Kurt let out a high pitched scream grabbing at the man's ankle, trying to push him off, with no avail.
"I'm going to fuck you up!" Blaine spat.
"Loud ass bitch, just like his mother!" Johnny yelled above Kurt's wails, backing up from the porcelain boy.
"My mother? What the fuck do you know about my mother!" Kurt cried, his hands were clutched between his legs.
"I know she loved it when I fucked her, I remember her screaming when I killed-" Kurt cut him off.
"You killed my mom, you stupid dick!" Kurt screamed, his voice cracking.
"I'm tired with small talk. Blaine, the point is, I'm using your little boyfriend as a punching bag. Hell, I'll even see if he's half as good as his mommy was." Johnny grimaced down at Kurt.
"Don't hurt him." Blaine squirmed, his words came out more as a plead then a demand.
"Duke, take him upstairs." Johnny ordered.
Duke nodded and took hold of the countertenor, throwing him over his shoulder. Kurt screeched and punched at Duke's back, he grabbed a hold of the stair railing, trying to keep Duke back.
"Blaine, help me, Blaine!" Kurt screeched.
"Kurt-" Blaine teared, he'd failed him, he'd promised him nothing would happen to him. "Oh, god, Kurt." He sobbed.
"Blaine!" He heard Kurt screech, ending in a pathetic sob as they rounded the corner.
Blaine tried to block out Kurt's sobbing, he closed his eyes tight. This is just a dream. Blaine, your dreaming!
"Don't worry, you'll get your turn." Johnny said in a fake sad voice, then he then turned on his heel, and ran upstairs.
Blaine heard as he shut the door to the room Kurt was in. He heard them degrading him, he heard them commenting on his body, he heard him begging them to stop, and he heard that gut wrenching screech; they were raping him.
He closed his eyes tight, again, trying to imagine he was with Kurt; they were all alone on Kurt's bed, Defying Gravity was being played softly in the background, Kurt loved that song. They were joking and laughing, like usual. Kurt was laughing, not pleading or screaming, but laughing; Finally their moans had stopped and the only known sound was Kurt's silent sobs.
"Blaine," he heard him sob, "Oh, Blaine, I'm so sorry."
Next chapter you will what happened upstairs, from Kurt's view. So Rated M :o
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