Blaine's love is forbidden, how could he fall in love with the enemy.
I had never thought of loving anyone, my heart was consumed with hatred and blinded with the need of revenge. I always kept my heart locked, and no one was allowed to venture in. The death of my parents was what trigger my bomb shell of hatred. My father so dashing and caring, my mother so beautiful and lovely, my childhood memories will always be my haven. But in one swift movement everything change, my once beautiful mornings filled with cherishment and adoration were clashed with a striking horror. That morning October 23 2006 was the day that my life changed and I became the shallow hollow living in an empty void. I remember as if it were yesterday
A home filled with love, and laugh echo through the Anderson hallways.
"father, why are we canceling on our trip to Disneyland, I just thought …that we never…spend time, to-gether"
My father scooped me up in his arms and held me tight, his arms were shaken, but he kept embracing me as if the world depended upon it, he generally would never let his emotions be shown by just a small significant gesture. But something was off tonight something in the air kept railing me in fear. But I decided push those thought right out of my mind, my dad's hazel eyes were glassy, and for that one second my world froze inhaling my father's scent. Such fresh aroma, mix's with watermelon and coffee,
"honey, we have to go before we miss our flight" my mother stared at me for what seemed to be hours, her head up high leaving traces of misfortune and sadness.
"Dearest, Blaine. It's getting late and you need your rest, honey" my mother's voice so strong and firm was breaking. She held my hand and took me to bed.
"baby I know you're only 8 years old but I want you to promise me that you will be a good boy to uncle Charles. We might be away longer then what we expected, but I promise you that you will always be safe" She pressed her lips tenderly against my forehead. She started humming my favorite lullaby, her breathing catching up as she inhale deeply caressing me
"listen my darling angel, the world you mean to me. You're the song I wrote, your beauty of my daily dream."I began to succumb to my mother's angelic voice as she sang in a high octave range.
"You are my world my darling,
what a beautiful life I see,
I see your eyes are gazing to discover that world unseen…
look at this darling baby,
right now he wont understand
but in time one day he'll see
that you'll always be part of me.
Now listen to your voice the one inside your heart,
one day you will understand"
My mother had such a strong firm voice her she was a dignified countertenor. I slowly began to drift away and in my dreams I could hear small whispers and the last thing I heard before I was ... choose to die, or choose to live.
The memories flooded back and hit me like a ton of bricks; I sat uncomfortably in my office chair, the night consuming my every thought. I had never thought that this day would come, the day that I could avenge my parents death, everything that I live forth my undying thirst to kill the people that took everything away from me. It's been 11 years since I last held my mother's hand, and held to the thought of my father always being there to protect me.
My uncle Charles always tried his best to prepare me, prepare me to take over the Anderson's business. The Anderson's empire holds infinite power, for we hold power in many diverse business companies such as jewelry manufactures, museums, art institutes. But my father Richardson had a powerful enemy. An enemy that ended his life, Frank Hummel, he was the murderer he killed my father for he was scared to lose his Car dealer business. They fought for years, until one ended one's life, my family had purposely trained me to avenge my parents death, I started off easily killing without haste every single member of the Hummel household, that is into now when I saw him. Burt Hummel son…Kurt
Everything change and it sicken me, love was never an option for I held no feeling of warmth in my heart, but sitting here in my living room I have never felt so alive. Striking back to the memory of today the one I shared with that boy. That boy whose eyes are hard to describe, blue teal with a spec of green emerald, rosy pink cheeks that adorn his porcelain skin. Light brown hair that looked soft as silk. In every way he became the boy I always dreamed of.
"haha, you're a disgrace Blaine" I spat the words with a mock laugh, why…why dammit why were you born with Hummel name. Why do you carry the burden of being part of such family. And why can´t I stop thinking of you.
The clock ticked with an unsteady pace or was it my heart going at an uneven constant speed, I couldn't tell. The door bell rang "hmm right on time" I rose from my chair, making my way out of my office, I sprung to the doorway eager to open the door. I needed something to take my mind out of the gutter. To take my mind of him, of that damn Hummel kid, damn him for making me so frustrated. Driving my hormones to it´s limits. So I swung the door and looked at my guest with hunger.
"Hello beautiful you called?" I pulled him inside of my apartment as forceful as possible.
"hmm why yes, yes I did. Now less talk and lets go straight to the point baby" I lounge myself at the body standing right in front of me, and began sinking my teeth to his skin. Placing kisses all over the man's neck
"aaou mmm" I began to lick his earlobe, rubbing our bodies against each other. But something in the back of my mind clicked as much as I tried to ignore it, I couldn´t. The body I was holding was not the soft one I wanted to hold, this body was to muscular not the define small body I wanted. Damn Kurt Hummel. Damn him for making my erection complete just by the mere thought of his crystal clear eyes shining. God.
The body pressing firmly against me took off my pant at some point but my mind was elsewhere, it was escalating me in ecstasy with a beautiful angel. My breath became heavier as I imagined my angel tangle in my arms
Rough lips collided with mines and I shiver with disgust. These lips were not the one's I wanted. I roughly moved his mouth
"What's wrong Blaine"
"Jeremiah, I…need" I looked at his baby blue eyes; they had such pretty shade but had no comparison with Kurt Hummel's piercing eyes. Kurt damn you and your over excessive beauty. As much as I didn´t want Jeremiah to kiss me, I desperately needed to cum "I need you…baby" I moan out the last word. And Jeremiah took me right there on the spot he lifted me and began to clutch my cock tightly bringing his mouth to suck on it deeply.
My mind once again began to wonder and I'd imagine Kurt's eyes looking at me hungrily groaning and taking me, filling me and once I imagined the sound of his moan that was enough to make me cum. I fought back his name rolling in the tips of my tongue. "aummm ku amrt
"mmm you make delicious noises baby" Jeremiah kept me in place pulling me to lay right beside him in the carpet floor.
I rolled over the harden floor , I definitely did not want to cuddle with the man beside me "yeah it's getting late I think-"
"no Blaine I'm not leaving, come on baby what am I your man toy, am I just used for sex's purposes. Come on baby we been together for years and I get that you don't like to get attached and all, but I want us to at least spend more time together we-"
"Jermiah I already told you, I'm not ready for a commitment look I think" before I even finished my phone went off "hello, Blaine speaking this better be important"
"Hello umm yes sir, umm look we met today. I'm Fin Hudson Hummel. You see today you went to visit my father's car dealer shop. And I'm um sorry to disturb you at these hours but you accidently forgot your umm wallet and your…Wait hold …Kurt! What was the other thing this man left"
My heart beat accelerated at the mention of his name and oh god, Kurt. Hmm now that I remember I intentionally left my fake wallet and a suitcase with and activated boom, set to be off around noon. My plan was to finish off the last Hummel.
Frank Hummel´s brother Burt Hummel. Burt Hummel and his family would have been my last target, and I had the perfect devising plan. I would set the explosive off when I was safely out of reach; I set the suitcase to activate whenever I wanted to. The Hummels would be dead the police would find my fake wallet in the attempts of making the Hummel's dealer shop become the main culprit of an explosive manufactures and then I would be able to sue their company for the death of a random civilian. But after witnessing such beauty I lost my sanity. The moment that I locked eyes with Kurt, it was as if every string of being was removed. My plan backfired .
"Hello, Mr um Ander is it?"
Immediately I bolted out of my living room and locked myself inside my office because that was none other then that angels voice, but who the hell is Ander. Oh wait heh that´s me or at least who I pretended to be.
"Hello, yes may I ask who's speaking" I already knew who it was but I needed to sound professional.
"Kurt, and I assume my brother informed you about your wallet and the suitcase?"
"yeah-you see.."
"Look Mr. Ander your suitcase has been ticking for the last couple of hours, and it's getting the hell annoying I personally have no idea what you have in there but I must assume it's important. Like a really expensive watch or a bomb" he said the last part sarcastically with a hint of dark humor. Oh god if only you knew.
"So please can you come by and pick it up because I personally get rid of it, If you don't come by, and I for one don't want to owe a big shot like you a new suitcase"
I was beyond speechless, the boy had guts standing to an intimidating guy like myself. Or did not leave a bad boy impression when I met him today
"Um well it's a little over 10 a clock, but ok I'll go pick it up right "
"good, we'll be waiting. And Mr Ander hurry it up will you, I'm running late"
I sighed hmm boy had guts. "I´ll be there in 30 minutes" I eagerly responded as hell I'm going to miss a chance to see him, wait no Blaine no no don't go there
"see you" the line went dead
What have I got myself into now, damn you Blaine now what am I to do, I mean first thing's first I need to find another way…another way to state my revenge.
Naw first I need a cold shower.