WARNINGS: Language, violence, abuse. Oh and some fluffyness.I've also noticed Kurt cries a bit. I didn't mean to have that happen but it did. Sorry. And this chapter is rather intense really. It'll be lighter next time because the Blue's Brothers are involved. You'll see ;)
Those of you that read 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder' it should be up either tomorrow or Thursday. I haven't been posting as often because I usually write through the night due to Insomnia and me being bored because I can't sleep. See, it's all linked. Now my parents have found out and they've put me on sleeping pills and make sure I'm in bed by ten. Just so you know.
"No don't hold it sideways you dumb ass!" Wes shouted at an unsuspecting boy. "Do you want to get the cartridge in your eye? And you, your gripping it wrong; do that and when the hammer falls back it'll take a chunk of flesh with it!"
"Eww gross!" The girl instantly put the gun down as Wes slapped his forehead in dismay. These new recruits were just pitiful.
"Now now, it won't hurt you, all you have to do is hold it like this, come on, that's it."
Wes turned round to find Blaine standing behind the girl he had just reprimand, his chest flush against her back and hands curling round hers to help her hold the gun properly. "That's it hon, and aim, then pull the trigger." There was a loud bang joining the rest of the shots being made in the room and the girl giggled as she hit the target. "Perfect." Blaine smiled, touching her waist as she leant into his fingertips.
"Blaine, you're meant to be teaching, not shopping for your new sex toy!" Wes snapped.
"You have your ways of teaching, I have mine." Blaine winked. "Sorry darlin' Mr Grumpy old git over there was just being mean. I think he had a deprived childhood."
"Blaaiiine, come help me out next!" another girl pouted, flicking her hair over her should and purposely holding the gun upside down.
"Sorry babe, in a second." Blaine drawled as he moved away to stand by Wes who was giving him a rather annoyed look.
"You're late." Wes said bluntly. He wasn't happy. He wasn't happy at all. Blaine Anderson, next in line for the head of the Anderson family. Brilliant mind, top of his class, excellent student-teacher, almost a weapons expert and perfect in nearly every single way, if he could be bloody bothered to get out of his bedroom and stop having sex with everything that comes within a ten mile radius of his being.
"Sorry Wes, I was in the middle of something." Blaine grinned, leaning back against the wall.
"I kind of guessed when you turned up smelling like the inside of a whore house." Wes spat.
"I love you to." Blaine said. "Come on, I'm not that late."
"Yes, you are. You purposely missed the briefing and the proper safety instructions; you didn't want to deal with the equipment check or getting to know the new additions."
Blaine snorted. "You know I hate teaching newbies. I'm only here because my father made me. Believe it or not I'd rather be studying." Or planning a way to get into Hummel's pants.
"No Blaine, you'd rather be fucking. I'm surprised you even turned up here at all." Wes rolled his eyes as he began to walk back down the line of gunmen and women. Wes scoffed at that. They were all girls and boys here and the only reason Blaine and Wes were teaching was because they had actually surpassed the teachers.
"Aw Wes, come on man don't be like that." Blaine whined as he jogged to catch up with him.
"What do you want Blaine, because the only time you ever turn up for duty is when you want something." Wes stopped, crossing his arms and glaring at Blaine.
Blaine sighed dramatically. "Okay, you got me." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "I need your help."
"No, I will not be your wing man. There you go, now we've settled that..."
"Wes, I'm being serious, this is about a mission my father gave me."
Wes's face hardened as he watched Blaine's earnest expression. It was rare that Blaine's father ever acknowledged him in any way and in a sense he was glad for Blaine, even if he thought the boss was an arsehole.
"Alright Blaine, what do you need?" Wes gave in.
"I need information on Kurt Hummel." Was Blaine's reply.
"Don't you mean Burt Hummel? Come on Blaine, he's like the most notorious mafia boss ever! How can you get his name wrong?" Wes rolled his eyes.
"No, Kurt is Burt's son."
"Burt doesn't have a son, there's his step son Finn..."
"Yeah, and he's the new boss of the Hummel-Hudson family, I know, but I want to know about Kurt." Blaine emphasized.
Wes frowned, thinking. "... Kurt... Well Burt did have a son, but he died when he was eight along with his mother."
It was Blaine's turn to frown. Wasn't that important information, Kurt's mother dyeing? Then why wasn't that in Kurt's file? All Blaine was given was Kurt's school, friends, academic information stuff like that but he knew personal data was missing and Blaine was pretty sure Kurt's mom being dead was important.
"What if I told you Kurt was alive?" Blaine watched Wes's face to gauge his reaction.
"Burt's son is alive!" Wes exclaimed.
"Shhh, we don't want people knowing okay?" Blaine pulled Wes out of ear shot even though nobody could hear them over the guns being fired. "The thing is, Kurt left the mafia when he was ten so I guess him now being a normal citizen meant Burt wanted to hide him otherwise he'll be a target."
"Looks like that hasn't worked seeing as your dad is sending you after Kurt. Does he want you to kidnap him or something?"
"No. I've been told to use my assets and get close to him. Apparently if Kurt trusts me, the family will, which will put me in a good position to help bring it down from the inside."
Wes snorted. "Blaine, I have no doubt that you're the right man for the job, but messing about with the alliance is dangerous, especially if this Kurt guy is as important to them as you make him out to be."
"But Wes, the Anderson family could become the ones in control, we could be on top, don't you want that?"
Wes bit his lip, thinking. "I... well that would be great... fantastic even, but what are your plans for Kurt when all this is over? Bringing down the Hummel-Hudson's isn't going to be easy and you know exactly what will happen if this succeeds Blaine, part of the mafia or not, Kurt is a part of their family. You know what will happen to him..."
"Of course I do Wes," Blaine snapped. "And it doesn't matter because he's just going to be another fuck off my list. That's all this is; get the Andersons on top, have some fun with pretty little Kurt and if he's lucky I'll make sure dad gives him a serving role in the family and that's all there is to it. I don't give a damn about any feelings okay?"
"Look Blaine, you're a heartless bastard most of the time but you can't be serious?"
"I'm just following in daddy's perfect footsteps; I'm not supposed to care."
Wes sighed. "Wait, Kurt? The kid who came to spy on the Warblers? Fuck Blaine, you should have had him by now!"
"He's a mafia kid Wes, or at least used to be, it's going to be a lot harder than that, which is why I need your help. The information my dad gave me was shit and frankly this is your expertise."
"Blaine I..."
"Please Wes."
Wes studied Blaine. "I'll see what I can do but Blaine? Don't mess the kid up too much okay? It's fine to show a little compassion."
Blaine didn't say anything, just went back to the shooting range to help the students in their learning.
Santana found Kurt in the library slaving over several calculus books. He frowned at his exercise book finding the information he had found wasn't helpful at all.
"Hey Lady Lips, dug up your dirt for you." Santana announced, sliding into the seat in front of Kurt.
Kurt looked up, his calculus homework abandoned. "I'm listening."
"Blaine Anderson. His mother's from the Philippines, father is Italian. He has an older brother who is currently missing. One academic year below you, 5'8, star sign..."
"Santana, I already know he's a hobbit and I don't think his star sign will be of much use." Kurt rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms.
"Look here you walking rainbow, you're the one who phoned me at a god awful hour so shut it or I'll crack your nuts, not that you have any use for them, and I won't give you any of my very, very, good sex advice."
"I d-don't n-need s-sex advice!" Kurt stammered.
Santana just smirked. "Please, you've asked me for information on Blaine Anderson, you must be after smexy times."
"Wait what?"
"I'll just continue with the info, shall I? Right, Blaine Anderson, AP in all his classes, speaks fluent Italian, student tutor for calculus, English and of course, Italian. Greatest gunman ever. Next in line for the family..."
"Hang on, family as in head of a household?"
"No, family as in mafia, dumbass."
"I've never heard of the Anderson family." Kurt said stunned.
"That's because you left and the Andersons have been really quiet until recently."
Damn, Kurt should have known, in a way he had, he just didn't want to believe it. There was the bullet hole in Blaine's jacket, the way he hadn't even flinched when Kurt had a sword pressed against his throat. Wait, Dalton was a mafia school? How could Kurt have been so stupid?
"Kurt?" Santana suddenly looked concerned.
"That bastard!" Kurt cried, everyone in the library giving him weird looks.
"Wait, does this mean you don't want smexy times with hobbit hotness?" Santana gave Kurt an incredulous look.
"He's in the mafia Santana! You know how I feel about the mafia! I hate them so bad... I... fuck." Why? Just why? Just when Kurt thought he had found someone he could trust, someone outside the family. Blaine was the only one who knew about his boyfriend situation; Blaine had been normal, Blaine had been... he was... what exactly?
"Kurt, it's okay."
Kurt swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. "I can only trust the family and people outside the mafia and, and, I..."
"Kurt, are you falling for him? Fuck Kurt."
Kurt closed his exercise book and promptly stood up. Santana reached out and grabbed Kurt's arm, stopping him. "Kurt, if he hurts you..."
"You guys mean so much to me San, I..." Just then the bell rang. Kurt gave Santana one last glance before pulling himself away and leaving the library.
"Nothing? How can you have come out with nothing?" Blaine exclaimed, Wes shuffling his feet in defeat. "You're the best guy for the job! Fuck Wes."
"I know and I'm sorry! But if you give me specifics, I mean, just Kurt Hummel is too vague."
"Fine, you want specifics? Find out about his mother and his boyfriend." Blaine's voice was rough and full of frustration as he paced back and forth in front of Wes.
"Okay, that should be fine...It's not all lost though, I've found someone you can ask. They're called Elizabeth and they work at the Lima Bean." Wes said quickly.
Blaine stopped pacing. "So this Elizabeth person knows something about Kurt?"
"That's what I heard." Wes shrugged. "Just, go and say hi."
Blaine smirked. "I think I'll do more than just say hi."
"Here you are sir, enjoy your day." Kurt smiled, handing over the coffee.
"Thank you." The man took it and Kurt turned to fill the next order.
Kurt was currently behind the counter at the Lima Bean, making the drinks and humming tunefully to himself. He liked this job; there was no violence, no getting under cars, just talking and having fun with the staff. To tell the truth, he only applied for the job just to get Rachel and Mercedes off his back on where he worked. Now Kurt can honestly say it was at the Lima Bean.
"Hey Kurt, I'm going on my break, can you man the register?" Rich asked him.
Kurt nodded happily. "Sure, be there in a sec."
"Thanks." Rich took his apron off as he left to go to the staff room.
Kurt took his place behind the register, opening the tray to check the amount of money that was there and pressing a few buttons as a test. "Welcome to the Lime Bean, how can I help you?"
"Kurt? What are you doing here?"
Kurt looked up at Blaine's voice, trying to keep his own neutral. "Blaine. Hi. I work here now."
"What's with you?" Blaine wrinkled his nose at Kurt's icy tone.
"Would you like to order?" Kurt cocked his head to one side and gave Blaine a false smile.
"Erm, actually, I'm here to see someone," Blaine leant his arms on the counter and smiled charmingly at Kurt. "Maybe you could ah, help me out." he ran his tongue against his bottom lip and winked.
Kurt just shrugged, un-phased. "Maybe."
"I'm looking for Elizabeth, you know her?"
"Is she your new sex interest?" Kurt crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Blaine couldn't help but think Kurt looked so hot like that.
"You know you're the only one for me babe." Blaine winked again and Kurt just rolled his eyes.
"Follow me." Kurt picked up a clipboard and nodded to one of the girls to take over from him. He then came out from behind the counter and out through the backdoor, Blaine following him in confusion. Kurt led him out into the alley behind the coffee house and stopped, turning on Blaine with a glare transfixed on his face.
"So, where's this Elizabeth chick?" Blaine looked up and down the alley, expecting to find said woman as he leant against the wall.
Kurt watched Blaine. His curls were slightly gelled today, but still unruly nonetheless. He had a white v-neck t-shirt on that stretched perfectly across his chest. A pair of grey jeans covered his legs and the entire outfit was finished by a black leather jacket that Blaine had left open. How many of those did Blaine own?
"I'm Elizabeth." Kurt said bluntly, and he had to admit, the surprise on Blaine's face was definitely satisfying.
"What?" Blaine stood up straight, moving slightly closer to Kurt. "Kurt, what is this?"
Kurt suddenly let the anger flood gates open and started hitting Blaine on the arm with his clipboard. "You. Arsehole. I. Hate. You." With every word Kurt would swing the board, Blaine holding his hands up and leaning slightly away in defence.
"Kurt, please, calm down!" Blaine growled, snatching the clipboard from Kurt, snapping it in half and throwing it away.
"Calm down? Calm down!" Kurt was almost crying now. "How could you?"
Those tears in Kurt's eyes squeezed Blaine's heart strings. No Blaine, stop it. "Kurt?"
"You're mafia Blaine! I thought I could trust you, I thought I'd finally found someone who could... who could save me! And you turned out to be fucking mafia!" Kurt finally let out a sob, dropping his head down so Blaine couldn't see.
"Kurt, please, just, please, look at me?" Blaine took hold of Kurt's wrists and waited until Kurt's eyes were locked with his. "Kurt, what's going on?"
"You! That's what's going on. I found out Blaine, you're a mafia kid, and you've been asking around about me. You just want to use me don't you Blaine? Use me, and hurt me just like... just like." Kurt sobbed again.
"No Kurt, listen I... I want to help, honestly. I was asking about you because I wanted to help you. Ever since I saw you on that bridge all I've ever wanted to do is help you. I knew you hated the mafia so I couldn't – I." Blaine tried.
Kurt just stared.
"Kurt?"
"Bullshit Blaine, that's just bullshit. You're a liar, and I trusted you, or at least I started to, I mean... I was so stupid!"
"Okay, maybe I just wanted to get into your pants at first and after I heard you actually managed to get out of the mafia I was instantly curious." At least that was slightly truthful, Blaine thought.
Kurt shook his head. "I'm not some curiosity Blaine. Fuck you." Kurt pushed past Blaine making to walk away but Blaine grabbed his arm and pulled him back causing Kurt to stumble slightly into Blaine's chest.
"Come on Kurt, don't be like that." Blaine gently kissed behind Kurt's ear.
"Nnnggg, Blaine." Kurt whined. "Wait, no!" Kurt tried to push against Blaine but failed as all his muscles seemed to give up on him.
Blaine pinned Kurt against the brick wall, his eyes drinking in Kurt's appearance. His baby blue jumper was form flattering and his black skinny jeans just begged to be ripped from his legs along with his calf hugging Doc Martins. The brown cloth Lima Bean apron just seemed to complete the outfit and Blaine just couldn't stop his hand from reaching up to Kurt's cheek, his thumb stroking it lightly while his other hand pressed against Kurt's waist. "I just want to help."
Kurt took a sharp intake of breath at the intense look being emitted from Blaine's eyes as Blaine leaned in closer, Kurt's heart beating wildly against his rib cage as his own hands ran up Blaine's chest stopping at his shoulders. Blaine's hand moved from Kurt's cheek, coming to rest like his other hand on Kurt's waist and pulling him ever closer. Kurt tilted his head back as Blaine began to suck at his neck, Kurt moaning at the sensation when Blaine's tongue swirled around the now tender spot. Blaine's lips trailed upwards creating a small path across Kurt's jaw before stopping. Confused, Kurt dropped his head back down, his now dazzling blue eyes linking with Blaine's hazel.
"Kiss me." Kurt whispered.
Blaine swallowed. "Thought you'd never ask."
In seconds Blaine's mouth was on Kurt's, biting down softly. Kurt whimpered, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck when Blaine's tongue ran along Kurt's bottom lip, soothing where his teeth had once been. Slowly, tentatively, Kurt's mouth opened and Blaine's tongue slipped in, wrapping and tangling with Kurt's own. Blaine explored Kurt's mouth, running along his teeth and lapping at the insides of his cheeks. As soon as Kurt began to suck Blaine's tongue, Blaine groaned, deepening the kiss further and thrusting his hips into Kurt's. The lust and heat was increasing, and Kurt knew this was wrong, he couldn't let it continue or things will get too complicated. He couldn't allow himself to let Blaine in.
"I can't do this." Kurt murmured, pulling away.
"Yes, you can." Blaine insisted, moving to kiss Kurt again.
"No, I can't, this is wrong... I'll hurt him... I... I have to go." Kurt forced Blaine away, Blaine instantly taking Kurt's wrist.
"Kurt please, I meant what I said, I want to help you."
Kurt's eyes roamed Blaine's face, trying to find the lie but only seeing truth. "You can't help me. I'm sorry."
"Let me try, please."
Kurt just smiled at Blaine weakly, Blaine's grip loosening. Kurt bit back tears as he walked away never looking back, his heart thudding and emotions that he never thought he could ever feel seeping through him.
Blaine leant back against the wall, running a hand through his curls and sighing. He ignored the dull ache in his chest and knotting in his stomach that only appeared around Kurt. Waiting for the feeling to subside, he allowed a smug grin to spread across his face. 'Some Cupid kill with arrows some with traps.' He muttered.
"Kurtie!" Jonah cried, barrelling towards Kurt and almost knocking him off his feet.
"Hey!" Kurt beamed, scooping the toddler up into his arms and kicking the door closed behind him. He hugged Jonah tightly to his chest, breathing him in with a sigh. "I missed you."
"Kurtie, what's wrong?" Jonah tilted his head to one side.
"Nothing Jonah, I'm just... happy to see you." Kurt smiled. At the sight of Jonah's concerned blue eyes and shock of red hair, the memories came flooding back. Memories of blood and screaming and tears... Kurt shook his head, lowering the boy back down. "Where's Uncle Mitch?"
"You're looking at him." Came Mitch's voice.
Kurt looked up to see the man leaning in the frame of the doorway leading into the kitchen. Kurt's eyes drunk in Mitch's appearance, his wide muscled chest, deep chocolate eyes and messy hair. He was at least three or four inches taller than Kurt. The lop sided grin was charming to say the least and showed Kurt all the things he had fallen in love with. But then guilt of what he had done with Blaine came through.
"Hey honey." Mitch came over to Kurt, wrapping his arms around him and planting a soft kiss to Kurt's cheek. Kurt leant into it, his body relaxing instantly. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." Kurt pulled away, returning Mitch's kiss with one of his own.
Kurt thought he saw some sort of realisation and anger flash in Mitch's eyes, but then it was gone leaving Kurt thinking he was imagining things.
"Don't lie Kurt, you missed Jonah more." Mitch chuckled, tapping Kurt on the nose.
"Oh definitely, who wouldn't miss Jonah, in fact, he's a lot cuter than you." Kurt ruffled Jonah's hair as Jonah giggled.
"Stop Kurtie, that tickles." Jonah squealed.
"Ah, looks like I've got some competition then." Mitch chuckled. "But alas, it is time Kurt and I be going."
"Oh? Where to?" Kurt asked, suddenly very curious.
"A date. We haven't had one in a while so..." Mitch trailed off.
"That sounds lovely!" Just what Kurt needed to keep his mind away from Blaine. "I suppose we have a sitter?"
"Yeah the twins are home." Mitch jerked a thumb towards the living room. "They finished the job early."
"What are we doing waiting around here for? Let's go!"
Kurt didn't notice it when they were out in the park. He didn't notice when Mitch pointed out the swings and suggested they relive their childhood. Kurt had refused, laughing when Mitch grabbed him round the waist and hauled him off his feet. With a little bit of persuasion Kurt agreed and spent the next half hour with Mitch pushing the swing with great force making Kurt soar through the air only to come back down again. At some point Kurt believed he were about to fly away, break free, but at that moment, enjoying himself with Mitch which he hadn't been able to do in a long time, felt too right to think about letting go.
He didn't notice it when Mitch had bought Kurt ice cream and wiped some of it on Kurt's nose when Kurt tried to make a grab for it. Mitch had chuckled but his eyes said something completely different. Kurt on the other hand was too engrossed in happiness to see it, running when he saw a particularly large fluffy dog and hugging it around its neck. The god nuzzled Kurt's face before giving him a big sloppy kiss across his cheek.
"Ewww!" Kurt giggled, wiping a hand across his skin to rid it of drool. The dog only barked, turning around in a circle before pinning Kurt to the ground and bounding off when his owner called him back.
Mitch had helped Kurt up with a strong hand and swift pull, Kurt collapsing briefly against his chest. Mitch only smiled, squeezing Kurt's hand hard, yet still he didn't recognise the signs. Mitch allowed Kurt to talk and tell him everything Mitch had missed on the days he and Kurt hadn't been able to talk for some reason or another. Usually it was because Mitch was too busy or because they had had a fight and Kurt was too upset and hurt to do anything but curl up and repeatedly tell Mitch he was sorry.
Kurt remained oblivious when Mitch brought him into the coffee house Kurt loved so much. He sat Kurt down at the table, kissing him lightly on the cheek before walking away to fetch their orders leaving Kurt to patiently wait. Kurt twiddled his thumbs, kicking his feet back and forth against the tiled floor and humming. He couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face. This was perfect; he loved the loving boyfriend Mitch much better than the hard, calculating boss Mitch. It was this part that made Kurt fall in love all over again.
'These violent delights have violent ends...'
"God Blaine has been acting really strange lately." Jeff exclaimed as he, Nick and Trent walked towards the Lima Bean together.
"When is he ever not strange?" Nick raised an eyebrow.
"Nick has a point." Trent shrugged. "But I see what you mean; sometimes we see him and he has this sort of, frustrated and angry, almost dangerous look about him."
"Then he's all smiles and flirtation." Jeff added.
"I think the strangest thing is that he's not spending as much time with Sebastian anymore." Trent whispered as he pushed open the door to the coffee house and all three boys entered.
"Maybe he just took Wes's advice and gave up?" Nick shrugged.
"Nick, they were fuck buddies, not lovers. Maybe Blaine was telling the truth when he said he was going to focus on his studies instead of messing around." Jeff offered in a way of an explanation.
They picked out their usual table, the staff quickly bringing over their order without them having to queue.
"I still can't get used to that." Trent looked dazed, as he stared at his usual order of hot chocolate with an extra flake and whipped cream.
"Hey, you're hanging out with mafia; it comes with the job description." Nick stretched, easing his hands behind his head and releasing a sigh.
Trent was probably one of the few of Dalton's students who weren't a part of the mafia. He knew all about it of course, being surrounded by them, but he wasn't directly involved. They still welcomed him as their own and that's what Trent loved the most about Dalton.
"Hey Nick, look!" Jeff started hitting Nick on the arm as he pointed to a table at the far side of the room. "Isn't that the kid from McKinley who came to spy on us? What's his name... Kurt!"
Nick instantly sat up, looking over towards the far side of the room to see said boy sat alone, a blissful expression gracing his features. He looked better then when they had seen him the last time.
"Do you reckon' Blaine managed to have his way with him?" Trent asked, suddenly curious.
"I don't think so; why else would Blaine change his playing about rule? Remember? It was right after Kurt had been and gone." Jeff whispered.
"But guys like Kurt always fall for Blaine." Nick frowned.
"You didn't see the guys face when he walked out of Dalton," Jeff shivered. "It was scary."
"You saw then did you? Stalker much." Nick scoffed.
"I went out for smokes okay!" Jeff cried.
"Shh, someone's going over." Trent hushed the two boys as they saw a tall handsome man walk over to Kurt and Kurt instantly beam at his approach.
"Well that explains it."
Kurt sipped at his drink, delighted that Mitch had bought it for him and that they were now spending some quality time together.
"I got the money you dropped off the other day." Mitch began as a way of conversation.
"Oh? Well that's good, I was hoping Pippa wouldn't take it and spend it on a room make over." Kurt joked.
"It was a thousand short." Mitch said, nonchalantly.
Kurt visibly stiffened. "Erm... I... well... um." Kurt stumbled, his hand clenching slightly around his cup. Mitch reached forward and brushed his fingers lightly against Kurt's own.
"Shhh baby, its okay, mistakes happen."
Kurt sighed in relief, missing the flash of hard emotion in Mitch's eyes.
"So, you had a nice day?" Mitch changed the subject tactfully.
Kurt was only too eager to reply. "Oh yes, it was just... perfect." Kurt breathed. "It's been so long since we've got to do something like this."
Mitch stared at the table top for a while, before looking back to Kurt. "Is that why you've been playing around with other guys, Kurt?" Mitch's voice wasn't raised, just flat and unemotional which by some degree was worse.
"W-what?" Kurt's eyes widened in shock. "I- don't, I don't..."
"You don't know what I'm talking about? Don't lie to me Kurt, I could smell him on you the moment you walked through the door. In fact, I was going to throw it off as a passing thing but it's been going on for a while now hasn't it?" Mitch's tone was still quiet, still deadly.
Kurt swallowed. He didn't understand; he'd only seen Blaine a few times. Then it hit him. The jacket, Blaine's jacket. Kurt had worn it on several occasions, mainly because it was a good undercover outfit. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
"I-I need to use the bathroom." Kurt murmured, scraping his chair back and stumbling slightly before rushing off towards the restrooms.
"Now that's a bit weird." Trent muttered as he watched Kurt's face slowly drop and skin instantly drain of colour so fast Trent could see it from here.
"What is?" Nick asked.
"Nothing."
Trent carried on watching as Kurt stood up and almost ran to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, the guy Kurt had been with followed after him.
Kurt had both hands on either side of the sink, gripping the white ceramic so hard, his knuckles turned white. No! No! No! This couldn't happen, Mitch was good to him, Mitch protected him, Mitch cared and now Kurt had blown it. Again. He had gotten off lightly over the money and now the whole thing with Blaine... Kurt was a terrible, terrible person.
The door swung open and Kurt jumped, turning to see Mitch standing there, his face passive and arms crossed over his chest. Though Kurt was actually quite tall, he felt tiny in comparison to his boyfriend who right now seemed to be towering over him.
"Mitch I-"
Kurt was instantly cut off when Mitch slammed him against the wall, Kurt crying out in pain as his back smacked against it with a sickening crunch.
"You're what Kurt? Sorry?" Mitch snarled.
"Get off me!" Kurt hissed and Mitch just pushed into him.
Kurt grimaced, his hands going up to clasp around Mitch's wrists as Mitch's hands pressed into Kurt's shoulders.
"I do everything for you Kurt, I keep your family and your friends safe, I took in that brat because you begged me to, begged me like a baby not to kill him and for WHAT?" Mitch yelled, pulling Kurt forward then shoving him back into the wall again making Kurt wince. "To have you disobey me? To have you fail in an order? The job was easy Kurt!"
"Fuck you Mitch; you don't know the half of it, you don't know what I've had to go through to get your blood money!" Kurt was crying now, tiny tears of frustration that trailed down his cheeks and fell delicately from his chin.
"No Kurt, you were too soft like you always are! I shouldn't have let you sign that fucking contract, I should have left you to die, I should have known you were completely useless." Mitch spat.
That did it, Kurt saw red and he lashed out, kicking Mitch away from him.
"Don't you dare tell me I'm useless!" Kurt shouted. "I don't deserve this shit Mitch, I work hard, I do whatever you say and all you do is fucking over react!"
Mitch was shaking now, his hands and teeth clenched. He lunged at Kurt, Kurt ready to push him away again but Mitch grabbed his wrists with bruising force, pinning Kurt to the wall again.
"Let me go!" Kurt all but screamed, writhing about as he tried to free himself.
Mitch brought his arm away, swinging it round and hitting Kurt across the face with the back of his hand. The slap rang out through the almost empty toilets, Kurt's head turned away from the force as he was stunned into silence. Mitch then gripped Kurt's hair, harshly pulling his head back so Kurt had to stare into his fire filled eyes. Kurt's lip had split and blood had started to stain them purple.
"Now you listen to me you slut, seeing as this isn't just about the money." Mitch spat, giving Kurt's hair a particularly hard tug making Kurt cry out. "Here's what's going to happen." His hand moved to Kurt's neck, searching out the hickey that Blaine had left there and pressing into it, ultimately choking him. "You're going to do as I say, okay?" Kurt didn't answer. "I said, OKAY!" Mitch hit Kurt again, this time with greater force and Kurt whimpered, nodding. "Good. Now Kurt, if I find out you've been messing about with other guys again it'll be a breach of your contract and I'll kill them."
Kurt shook his head. "No, please!"
Mitch just smirked. "That's right, those friends you love so much? I'll kill them. Those who aren't mafia anyway."
"I promise Mitch, please, I'm sorry." Kurt trembled. "Please. I'll do anything."
"Then let's make sure you do." Mitch twisted Kurt's wrist until it clicked, Kurt leaning forward because of the pain giving Mitch the perfect opportunity to knee him in the stomach. Kurt gasped as all oxygen left his lungs and he collapsed to the floor. Mitch gave Kurt one harsh kick to his side before crouching down to grip Kurt's hair again and forced his head back.
"I let you off lightly Kurt, you know that?" Mitch cooed softly.
"I know... I'm s-sorry." Kurt hiccoughed.
"Good boy. Once you've collected yourself I expect you back at the house." Mitch kissed Kurt lightly before standing up and leaving Kurt to curl up on the cool white tiles that lay beneath him.
"Guys, we should check the toilets." Trent said, suddenly cutting off the conversation.
"What?" Nick looked at Trent as if he'd grown another head.
"That guy Kurt was with left twenty minutes ago." Trent explained.
"So?" Jeff wrinkled up his nose.
"Kurt hasn't left the toilets yet."
Nick and Jeff gave each other looks before all three boys stood up and headed for the bathroom.
Kurt had managed to pull himself into a sitting position against the wall. He kept taking deep breaths, calming himself as he cradled his wrist to his chest. His face stung and his side hurt like a bitch, his arm was the worst though, he was pretty sure it was sprained, fractured at the worst. Kurt had been angry at first, but now he was ashamed, guilty even. He had betrayed Mitch, he hadn't done the job right and had kissed Blaine, not that Mitch knew that. Kurt had just felt so isolated from his boyfriend and today had been fun. It made Kurt realise why he had fallen in love with Mitch in the first place. It's a shame they both had to ruin in.
Kurt didn't notice the door open or the three boys in Dalton uniforms enter until one of them spoke up.
"Hey, are you okay?" Trent asked, crouching down to Kurt's eye level.
Kurt looked up, Trent taking a sharp intake of breath at the sight of Kurt's split lip and already forming bruise across Kurt's cheek bone. There were red finger imprints around Kurt's neck and Trent could already see the swelling on Kurt's wrist.
"Did that bastard do that to you?" It was Nick who spoke up, a glare on his face and hands itching to hit something.
"No. I deserved it." Kurt whispered. "I'm his boyfriend and I cheated... I failed him." Not a lie.
"Kurt, whatever you did, you don't deserve this." Jeff came to join Trent on the floor.
Kurt looked up in surprise. "You know my name?"
"Yeah, you came to spy on us that time. It's sort of hard to forget such a failed spy attempt." Nick joked trying to lighten the mood. "I'm Nick, that guy there is Jeff and that's Trent."
Kurt only then managed to take in the uniform and found himself trying to get away from them. They know, Blaine told them, they know Kurt used to be mafia.
"Hey now, calm down, we're not going to hurt you, it's only show choir after all." Jeff soothed, Kurt instantly relaxing.
Kurt quirked a weak smile. "Yeah."
"That guy, your boyfriend." Trent said slowly. "Does he hit you a lot?"
Kurt took a while to answer. "... Sometimes." Usually Kurt wouldn't tell anyone, but they had seen, and there was no point in lying further.
"Why do you let him? Why don't you leave him?" Nick questioned, evidently confused.
"Because I love him." Not a lie?
"Even though he hurts you?" Trent gave Kurt an incredulous look.
"I told you, I deserved it!" Kurt snapped. He was getting agitated now.
"But why?" Jeff pushed.
"I just do okay!" Kurt made to stand up, hissing in pain causing all three boys to reach out to help him. "I'm fine, don't touch me!" Kurt hit their hands away, the pressure on his wrist becoming too much and he cried out from the pain.
"You should get that looked at." Trent said calmly.
"I don't need your help, please, just leave me alone." Kurt's angry words ended in a sob.
All three boys looked at each other in concern before Trent stepped forward. "At the very least take our numbers."
"I don't..." Kurt began.
"No, we insist." Jeff pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, it was just a science sheet anyway, and promptly found a pen. "Just in case you need any help."
Help, Blaine had offered that too.
"You hardly know me." Kurt whispered.
"Doesn't mean we don't want to help." Nick smiled, adding his name and number to the list swiftly after Trent and Jeff had added theirs.
"I don't understand..." Kurt shook his head.
"Kindness doesn't need to be understood. I'm guessing you can't tell your friends about this huh?" Jeff guessed.
"...No, I can't." Kurt admitted.
"Well, now that we know you don't need to carry the burden. Some people find comfort in strangers." Nick smiled reassuringly, handing Kurt the piece of paper. Kurt stared at it for a moment, before reluctantly taking it and stuffing the paper into his pocket.
"Kurt, just one last thing," Trent stood forward and placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Whatever you did, no matter how bad, he shouldn't be allowed to hurt you, okay?"
Kurt thought about Trent's words all the way home.
Kurt found Mitch in the kitchen, leaning against the work top and reading a newspaper.
"You're late." Mitch commented.
"And whose fault is that?" Kurt said bitterly, opening up a cupboard and taking out a saucepan.
Mitch lowered his newspaper and sighed. "I'm sorry."
Kurt turned to glare at Mitch with his good hand on his hip. "For what?"
"I shouldn't have reacted that way, you were right, I'm sorry."
Kurt was not expecting that and he raised an eyebrow. "You are?"
"Yes."
Kurt blinked. "Okay." He smiled, but Mitch didn't return it.
"You still cheated on me Kurt."
Kurt sighed. "I know, and for that I am sorry, I mean really sorry. I do love you, you know?"
"I know." There was a long pause where nobody really said anything. "I've got your new assignment."
Kurt swallowed his back to Mitch as he got ingredients out for cooking.
"Yeah?"
"It's the swing house; I need you to get information on the family that owns it."
Kurt froze. "Mitch, no." Kurt spun round, his face stony. "There is no way I'm going back to the swing house, not after what happened last time."
"Kurt you will do what I tell you to." Mitch's voice dropped and his eyes darkened.
Kurt just stubbornly shook his head. "No Mitch, you know how I feel about that place, you know what they'll do to me if they find out who I am."
"Either you go, or I send one of the others." Mitch warned.
"How about you send no one?" Kurt raised his voice, slamming down a metal spoon onto the work top.
"Kurt, this really isn't up for discussion, you're going and that's final."
"No, it's not. Remember what you told me; remember how you said no one will go back there out of principal! You promised me! I had your word!" Kurt yelled.
"I think you lost my word after you got off on another guy!" Mitch shouted, standing up to his full height. This conversation was not going well.
"I didn't get off on him! We only kis..." Kurt quickly cut himself off.
Mitch stared him down. "How's that arm of yours Kurt? Sure looks mighty sore."
Pippa opened the front the door and shuffled inside. She closed it with a sigh, dropping her bag onto the floor and untying her hair, allowing her golden locks to flow freely as she shook them out. She then removed her twin knives from the holster round her hips, slipping out another set from the holders by her calves and her arms. She kicked off her converses and stretched.
"Oi, terrible two, get down here!" She called up the stairs knowing that Kurt should nearly be finished with dinner by now. Kurt always stayed over on Fridays, and he always cooked. It was coincidentally on Fridays everyone seemed to make it back home from their jobs early; it was the only time they really ate together. The work was split up so much that people usually ate at different times. Just not Friday. That's how much everybody loved Kurt's food.
Pippa checked her watch only to realise there was still at least half an hour before everybody else started turning up. Looks like she didn't have to call for the twins after all. She shrugged, oh well, it'd do the twins good to get away from that TV screen.
Pippa made her way to the kitchen only to find the door closed shut and Jonah sat outside it, his legs drawn up to his stomach and his chin resting on his knees.
"Hey, what are you doing out here? Kurt kick you out because you were being annoying?" Pippa kicked Jonah's foot lightly to gain his attention.
"No, Kurtie and Uncle Mitch are fighting again." Jonah dropped his head back down, sulking. "They were throwing stuff..."
Pippa bit her lip, only then noticing the muffled noises coming from the kitchen.
Just then the twins arrived. "Hey, what's going on?" Luke questioned seeing Pippa outside the kitchen and Jonah sat on the floor.
"Kurt kick you guys out because you were getting in the way?" Mac teased. It was true; Kurt hated people being around him when he was cooking.
The sound of smashing and a muffled yelp moved them into action, Pippa shoving the door open and Luke and Mac following close behind.
The room was filled with shattered plates and mugs, pasta littered across the floor but luckily the cutlery and knives still remained in place. This time. Mitch had Kurt held up against the refrigerator by the front of his shirt, both red faced and panting, both sending daggers towards each other. Kurt had a large bruise across his cheek and already scabbing over lip telling them that injury at least had happened earlier. He had a new cut however, just above his eye and Pippa couldn't help but notice the purple swelling around his wrist.
Mitch himself had managed to get hurt to, a long red trail of blood across his cheek and a bruise forming on his jaw. At least Kurt had managed to get a good hit in before Mitch took control.
"Mitch," Luke said in a soothing tone. "Put Kurt down."
Mitch didn't register the comment at first. When he did, he slowly lowered Kurt to the ground then let go. Kurt had to instantly try and support himself on the fridge, Pippa running to his aid to keep him from falling forward. Luke and Mac subtly moved to widen the gap between Mitch and Kurt as Mitch moved further back, scowling.
"I think Kurt shouldn't stay the night." Mac suggested, only thinking that things will get worse before they get better.
Mitch didn't say yes or no to that statement. "You're going Kurt, or there will be consequences."
Pippa and the twins watched with confusion as Mitch stormed out of the destroyed room before turning their attention back to Kurt.
"You should get that arm looked at." Luke pointed out.
"Its fine guys, really, I'm fine." Kurt insisted.
Pippa sighed. "Come on, let's get you home."
Kurt had avoided everyone in the house, going straight to his room and locking the door behind him before he could be seen. That didn't mean nobody knew he was home. Burt had come up knocking on Kurt's door, asking why Kurt was back so early. Kurt had just said something about not feeling well. There were several more questions before Burt gave up and left, making a mental note to corner Kurt tomorrow instead.
Sighing, Kurt went to take out the sheet of paper the Dalton boys had given him. He had half the mind to throw it away until a separate strip of paper caught his eye as it floated down to the ground. Frowning, Kurt bent down to pick it up and quickly turned it over.
Blaine's name was scribbled on the underside, his number above it. Sneaky bastard must have put it in Kurt's pocket when they were having their moment. Shaking his head, Kurt placed both sets of numbers on the cabinet beside his bed. He then collapsed onto the mattress, his limbs suddenly heavy and eyelids drooping. He didn't bother to get changed.
Blood, blood, everywhere there was blood... and the screams... the gunshots... the crying. There was shouting now, and all Kurt could think about were their faces, his face. The pain the blood...
Kurt bolted upright, a cold sweat running down his skin and feeling as if he had been sat on by an elephant. His right shoulder killed, along with his stomach and his arm was throbbing. Kurt promptly stood up, running to the bathroom to be sick. He cleaned himself up and made it back to the bedroom. He couldn't stop the shaking as his eyes searched his room for something...
Then he spotted it. Blaine's jacket. With an unsteady hand, Kurt picked it up, burying his face in the soft leather and breathing it in. It still smelt like Blaine. Kurt sobbed, going to grab his phone. He could contact Mercedes, maybe Rachel; they were always the ones to cheer him up, even if they didn't know the reason why Kurt was so upset. But then Kurt got another idea, it was crazy and he didn't know why he did it.
Kurt picked up one of the pieces of paper and dialled a number. It rung for a while until someone picked up.
"For fuck's sake, do you know what the time is you dumb shit!" Came the irritated voice from the other line.
"B-Blaine?" Kurt said nervously.
"Kurt? Is that you?" The harshness had left Blaine's voice and now it sounded... worried?
"Y-yeah, I err, I..." And then Kurt couldn't take the pressure behind his eyes anymore and burst into tears.
"Hang on; I'll be there as soon as I can."
There we are. I think I'm being too mean. Am I being too mean? You tell me. Blaine was a bit of a douche at times, but that's just because he's majorly conflicted. I promise you'll slowly find out more about why Kurt puts up with Mitch but Kurt does fight back. Sort of.
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