A/N: Wow. Thank you so much, everyone. Just..thank you. Another dramatic chapter. Ya'll, I'm sorry. I'm working on working in some cute Klaine fluffles, but I love writing drama and having it in the story. It provides a challenge. This chapter didn't kick my ass as hard as the last one did, but it still kicked me in the balls. Thanks again for everything, and enjoy! INTENSE CHAPTER! I thoroughly stress if you are triggered easily or at all read them and make sure you are comfortable. I am not one of those writers who puts it in italics. I write it how it is.
Story/Chapter Warnings: Abuse, Submissive Abuse, dom/sub world, language, explicit sexual acts and scenes, spanking, punishment, bondage, and alcohol use and abuse. Use of sexual toys and gadgets. Submissive acts.
EXTRA, EXTRA: I know that Kurt Hummel is not weak at all in the show, and not a lot in this story, either. But, this chapter focuses a lot on his submissive nature, and need for Blaine. Subs in this story literally need their Dom like air or food. Sorry for going all weak on ya, but it's just another part. PUNISHMENT IN THIS CHAPTER AND IT WON'T BE PRETTY. -_-
The Submissive
By Rene95
Chapter 4: Submissive Need
Blaine and Kurt were good. Really good. They were sexually full, but still craving, emotionally stable, in a great place with their relationship, they hadn't fought in months, and they were just happy. Little love pats to Kurt's ass were planted all the time. Kurt constantly wanted to hug Blaine, and tell him how much he loved him, and Kurt was always on his knees for Blaine. (To serve, to blow, to love..) Kurt had given Blaine Kurt's first ever blow job, and it was perfect, and Blaine returned the favor. Blaine patting Kurt's ass, or them hugging, kissing, giving blow jobs, or having sex, were examples on how they were always being physical some way, or another.
Kurt knew that beautiful things always died after a while, so, when would this fade? He knew Blaine was mentally struggling. But, with what? He was taking time off of work to just be with Kurt, and get to know him. They had learned a lot about each other. Blaine had learned that Kurt enjoyed fashion, singing, artwork, and a lot of cuddling. Blaine knew the last one since day one. He also learned Kurt could be a bitch, and could put up a good argument. He also told fibs, was sweet 'n sour at times, and loved to have date nights with dinner, wine, and slow dancing. Kurt didn't mind a night out on the town, or clubbing, and lived for shopping. He also had the most adorable bitch face. Kurt learned that Blaine was loving, but had a temper. He wasn't that traditional, but still followed some traditions. He already knew Blaine loved to sing and play various instruments, and that he loved to snuggle by fires and watch movies, and have plenty of sex. Blaine was passionate about everything he did, he loved sex, and meeting new people. Blaine had lots of friends. Blaine was dapper, charming, and fun loving. He was great. Kurt was great. They were great.
Blaine was in utter and complete charge of Kurt. And Blaine liked it that way. Kurt did, too.
Blaine was really, really, really 100 percent great and all, but, Kurt wanted some friends of his own. Blaine knew that would come. Blaine had his friends that he went out for drinks, and went clubbing with, Kurt had no one. Blaine hoped Kurt considered him as a friend, but he would need shopping buddies, and people for him to put makeup and clothes on. Blaine allowed Kurt clothes, but he loved that cock. Not too big, not too small. Oh, and that ass...
Kurt was making lunch for Blaine, meat and cheese sandwiches, salt chips, and lemonade, when Blaine walked up behind him, and squeezed his naked ass.
"I'm glad I didn't allow you any clothes today. You're driving me crazy, shaking that ass everywhere you walk."
"You love my ass, don't you, sir?"
"You would ask that. You know the answer. This ass is so perfectly shaped. It has the perfect amount of muscle, of tissue, of everything. Perfectly spankable. Perfect squeezable. Perfectly fuckable." Blaine said, trailing his fingers over it, and down the crack. "I think I'll take it as my dessert, please."
"Alright, Blaine. Lunch first, though. I'm starving."
"OK. Then I will have your ass."
"Sure. Here, it's ready."
Kurt put the plates on the table. Blaine had given him permission to eat at the table with him.
"Good, Kurt."
"Thank you." Kurt grinned. Never in a million years would he think that he would ever, ever be with a Dom like Blaine. Blaine was amazing. There were challenges, but Kurt was doing well. He hadn't even been punished since that first week for actual wrongdoing. He was proud. Blaine was proud, too.
They finished eating. "Why don't you get that ass on the bed. I'll take care of the dishes." Kurt practically ran to the bedroom, and jumped on the bed. Blaine washed the dishes, making sure to take his time. He knew he would drive crazy. He hoped Kurt was already hard.
Blaine finally finished, and walked to the bedroom. Kurt was laying on the bed, legs spread, dick erect.
It was very, very sexy.
"Oh, my God, Kurt. So damn hot."
Kurt blushed as Blaine's hands grazed over the head of his cock, making him moan softly. Blaine loved to hear Kurt's moans. They were so delicious.
"Blaine...please.." Kurt said, breathlessly. Blaine lowered his clothed body on top of Kurt's naked one, and began to rub their cocks together. Kurt cried out. It felt so good to feel the rough jeans on his cock. It provided an crazy amount of friction that drove Kurt crazy.
"Blaine!" He squealed, trying to buck, but Blaine was sitting on his hips. Kurt knew how to last longer now. Blaine had trained him. Coming without permission was a offense, and Blaine could punish him for it, so he had to be careful and always ask. Blaine wouldn't spank him or anything for it, but he would certainly make him sleep with a vibrator in, or walk around with it in. Walking made it hurt but it left the message. His ass was always sore after it as a friendly reminder.
Blaine lubed his fingers, and slid two into Kurt. Kurt yelled through his teeth. That was the best part of sex with Blaine. You never knew what would come next, and even if you did, the rush and feel of it was delightful and still startling.
Blaine undressed, throwing his expensive clothes onto the floor.
"Blaine, the least you could do is fold them up. They'll wrinkle."
"Kurt, are you honestly worried about fashion right now?" Blaine was a little annoyed, but as Kurt rubbed their cocks together, all traces of annoyance were gone. Wonderful and absolutely magnificent sensations were flooding through his cock, up his stomach, through his chest, down his arms and legs...everywhere. He loved it.
Kurt was a moaning pool underneath him. Blaine shoved another finger into his ass. Kurt shrieked.
"Yes, Blaine! Yes, yes yes!"
Blaine took Kurt's words as an invitation to push a fourth finger in. He scissored all of them, turned them, circled them, and Kurt's hole opened and stretched perfectly for him. It was used to Blaine's fingers and cock. Kurt loved it to be full of Blaine. Blaine's anything. Blaine's fingers, Blaine's cock, Blaine's..tongue. Blaine's toys, Blaine's anything.
The ass was perfectly stretched, but still tight, and Blaine pounded in. Kurt screamed. Blaine didn't wait for Kurt to get used to the feeling. He shoved out and slammed back in with grunts, and screams from Kurt. Blaine kept going deeper and deeper, searching for-
Kurt screamed and made a sound of struggle, or was it a grunt, through his teeth. He cried out and screamed Blaine's name.
"Blaine! Oh, sir! Right there, sir!"
Blaine smiled to himself as he kept pounding Kurt's ass. He had found that magic spot known as Kurt's prostate. Blaine didn't miss a thrust. They were hard and splitting, but, they were so intense with love and pleasure, the minor pain was forgotten. Not in the morning, it wouldn't be.
Blaine laughed. "You are a little slut, aren't you, Kurt?"
Ooh. Kurt loved this.
"Yes, sir..." Kurt said, making sure to sound extra whiny. Blaine's thrusts grew harder and faster. He felt his orgasm coming.
Kurt could feel one, too.
"I bet you dream about my cock filling you up. I bet you would rather eat my cum than food..Damn slut." Blaine said, lovingly stroking Kurt's cock so Kurt would know it was all in their play. "I love it though. Would my slut like to suck my cock?" Blaine said, failing to miss a single pound to Kurt's ass.
"OH! Yes, yes, please, please let me sir." Kurt whined. Blaine abruptly stopped, and pulled out. Kurt cried out at the slight burn, and the sudden feeling of being empty. Blaine helped a sore, and weakened Kurt get to his knees in front of Blaine. Blaine loved standing up, and having Kurt at his knees ready to suck his dick. It was amazing, the way Kurt's mouth could make him feel. He knew Kurt was aching to come. But not yet. No, no. Sometimes, he secretly wished that Kurt would come without permission. Then, Blaine could put him through an intense sexual hell. It wasn't abuse, but it was hard, for sure.
They both loved it, and-
Ohhhh.
Kurt's tongue began to lick shortly up and down his cock. Kurt the tease!
"Christ, Kurt, you better fucking move or I will pound your ass, not with my cock, but with a ten inch pole. Every inch will go inside of you and it will beat your prostate so bad and you won't be able to move for a month because you are physically spent and beat" Blaine said. Kurt swallowed Blaine. That plan didn't sound too terrible. Maybe Kurt would disobey on purpose...
Nah, that would make Blaine mad and they wouldn't have sex for a month.
Kurt sucked, hard, hard sucks, and Blaine, without warning, came down Kurt's throat. Kurt enjoyed it. Yeah, maybe he would rather eat Blaine than food. It certainly tasted good.
Blaine instructed Kurt to stand with him, and he started to pump his cock. "You may come when you want to." He said, blown away from his intense orgasm. Kurt came almost as soon as his cock was touched. He exploded and cum was everywhere. Kurt helped Blaine lick it up.
Both exhausted, beat, and pleasured, Blaine pulled Kurt close to him, Kurt rubbed his ass along Blaine's thigh, and they fell into deep sleeps, even though it was twelve thirty in the afternoon.
Sterling hadn't moved since he got home from Ohio. He was glad he lived in Massachusetts, because Ohio was smelly, small, annoying and there were a lot of hicks. Nice people, crappy food though.
Zoe had cleaned the house. She had been willing to give her body to her husband, she would do anything to get the look of terror and guilt off of his face, and to stop the constant flow of vodka from the bottle to the glass, from the glass to his mouth. His alcohol consumption was getting ridiculous.
He had a look of guilt. Sterling never did.
Sterling was getting really behind on his work, as well. He didn't even go into the office. His face was bear-like, he smelled disgusting, and looked like hell. Vodka was starving him, and he hadn't eaten real food in the three days that they had been home. His home had been in the closet of their bedroom, cradling a bottle of booze, drinking the world away.
He hated Blaine. He hated him. So, why was he acting this way? Was he scared of Blaine? Was he scared of what he could do? Of what he could take to the courthouse? Would he take it to the courthouse? He had no proof..
Sterling finally got up. Fuck his bladder. But, he couldn't loose anymore self dignity by wetting himself. Zoe called Blaine.
Five thirty pm. They had gotten up from their five hour, post sex nap, to Blaine's cell phone ringing.
"Yeah?"
"Blaine!"
"What do you want, Zoe?"
"Blaine...please. I am your mother." It was depressing for your son to call you by your name. He wasn't that short, big eyed, messy haired kid anymore. He wasn't excited to see his father when he came home from work, anymore. He wasn't the little baby who clutched her finger and called her Mommy. She wiped some tears. He hadn't been for a long time and never would be, again.
Blaine didn't say anything, so Zoe continued. "Your father is going nuts." She managed to choke out.
"What does it have to do with me?" Blaine snapped into the phone. Kurt cringed. "I hate him." Kurt looked at him, his eyes filling with tears.
"He could hurt Kurt!" Zoe said. "I don't know him, but I know you're Father. He's going nuts! He's scared insane of you now, and he's drunk, so he could do anything!" Zoe wailed. "Please come to Massachusetts."
"Leave my home?"
"Blaine...please." His mother sounded so lost. So hurt. Blaine felt nothing for her. He used to feel passionate love towards her. The mothering kind. Now he could only see her as a Submissive. No relations. It made him sick, to think of high school. How much he loved his mother. Now it was that deranged, empty feeling. The cordial feeling was gone.
"Mom...Zoe. Why should I give a fuck to him?"
Zoe was sobbing now.
"Someone who was never there! Someone who you did NOTHING about!" Blaine calmed himself down a bit by getting away from Kurt's embrace. Kurt broke down. Shit, he had two crying people now. Kurt put his hand over his mouth and ran out of the room. Blaine was never one to be good with crying. He didn't, and if he did, it was about something terrible.
He wiped a tear off of his cheek.
This was terrible, and he was crying about it.
"Mom, I- I should g-go."
"Blaine, just come and have a civilized discussion." Zoe sniffled on the other end of the line. "For me?"
"I owe you nothing. I have no reason. Why would I? Are you worried I could get you both into legal trouble?"
"Blaine.."
"That's what this is?" He recovered from the moment of vulnerability. "You two are scared that I could go to LEGAL courts? Hell, you think I haven't? No one would take my case, because I had no proof. Fuck, people had already proven me wrong with the gun not being register to him. It was registered to some hillbilly in the desert! How the fuck would it have been in our house? Huh? Did the hillbilly come and shoot Penny?"
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up, Blaine! God, you are just like your father! Never knowing when to cut the shit out! Damn, Blaine! I'm trying to put our family back together!" Zoe was getting frustrated. "You and I both know how he got that gun."
"Yeah, but the police should have known something was fishy when a gun that was registered to a man three states away was in our Ohio home."
"You have a point. But, just...keep it quiet. Your father is... scared. But for only right now. He will regain his strength and he will fire at you. Dom to Dom. It will be ugly."
"You will not defend me." Blaine said.
"Son..You know I can't." Zoe said. Zoe would give everything for her son any day, but, if it was involving her Dom, she must always side with her Dom.
"And what is that you were saying about trying to put the family back together? We aren't a family. We are a fucked up piece of biological crap. I am nothing like him, so don't even compare me to him." With a final sigh from Zoe, he hung up. Blaine hung up on his mother.
Kurt had left the bedroom and Blaine guessed was in the living room now. Blaine put some boxers on and followed him. As soon as Kurt saw Blaine, he wiped all the tears and got to his knees.
"Kurt? Why are you crying?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know what you have to cry about." Blaine said, helping Kurt to his feet. Kurt winced at the pain in his ass, and limped away, out of Blaine's arms.
"Kurt, baby?"
Kurt said nothing, he continued limping. To the kitchen.
"Kurt, stop!"
Kurt did not. He continued to walk, and heart wrenchingly cry. Blaine was not in a sympatheic mood, and wasn't in the mood to be disobeyed. "Kurt, NOW!"
Kurt stopped, and looked at Blaine. He was hurting from the sex, feeling exposed from being naked in apartment, and feeling nervous because Blaine looked furious.
"Blaine...please!"
Blaine grabbed him by the arm. "Obey me! God dammit!"
"Why do you hate me?" Kurt said quietly.
Blaine released Kurt immediately. What the fuck was he doing? He could be hurting him.
"Kurt.."
Why would Kurt ask that, or even think it?
"Why do you hate me? Why can't I make you happy? I thought we were fine, all these months, not a care in the world, and then this week it started to fall apart! You're stressed, depressed, annoyed! You're on the phone, talking to God knows who, saying how much you hate me!" Kurt fell to the floor in tears. "I d-don't mean to disobey. I really don't... I don't know what I did.."
Kurt thought he hated him?
What?
Where had he gotten that from?
Oh.
Oh, damn.
"What does it have to do with me? I hate him."
"Why should I give a fuck to him?" When Blaine had said that, Kurt had left. That's why Kurt was crying. He thought Blaine was talking about him.
"Kurt. I don't. Never, Baby." Blaine sat on the floor and pulled Kurt into his lap. He rocked Kurt. He rocked the crying boy that he loved. He hated that Kurt had disobeyed him, twice, but he would deal with that later.
Kurt eventually stopped, wiped his face off, and tucked his face between Blaine's shoulder and neck.
"Kurt, I could never, ever hate you."
Kurt nodded, and kissed Blaine's neck. They were OK again. At least they weren't fighting.
"You did, however, make me very disappointed in you, Kurt." Blaine said, pulling Kurt up. They were both sitting up. Kurt looked at him, with..was that fear in his eyes? Blaine didn't necessarily want Kurt to be frightened of him, but, it was good to know he felt intimidated.
"By doing what, sir?"
"Directly ignoring and disobeying me. Even though we are on great terms right now, and practically married, you must still remember that I am in charge here. Not you. And you will be punished. Trust me, I do not want to, and I know that you don't either, but, it's for the better."
"I'm sorry sir."
"I know, Kurt. Why don't I sleep on the couch tonight?"
"But.."
"Kurt..go to sleep."
Kurt gave him a hurt look. "You..you don't want to sleep with me?"
"Kurt, it's nothing personal, it's just-"
"But, it is! It is to me! It may not mean anything to you, but, I love you, Blaine! I freaking love you! It's nothing personal to you because you don't care. We're practically married? I bet you don't want to marry me. I bet you just want to fuck me, have me clean your house, and then hang me out to dry. Then fuck me again! Blaine, I'm sorry, but, it's personal to me. I'm your Submissive. I know you're in charge, and quite frankly, I want it to be that way. I'm a Sub, so I have submissive thoughts and wishes. I have grown attached to you, Blaine. I need you Blaine! Like I need air! Like I need food! Trust me, I won't get any sleep tonight because I would be so damn lonely and heartbroken and crying. I hate feeling so weak, and I hate being such a bitch sometimes, and I'm so sorry for disobeying. I thought you loved me too. I thought you needed me! I was stupid, and got caught up in it all, and should have realized. You just wanted to get to know the person you were fucking. Not Kurt. Not the person who would literally give an arm for you. Blaine, I hate feeling so vulnerable, and weak. But, with me being Kurt, I love you. I understand I fucked up, and now I get my punishment. I will take it without protest. But, please, do't tell me you love me again." Kurt got to his knees.
"Go to bed, Kurt. I will not ask again. What you just said, that whole speech, was unnecessary and very, very wrong. You don't know me Kurt. Well, you do, but not the truth. Not the whole Blaine. We will discuss this tomorrow. I wouldn't like to end the day on a bad note, nor start a new one on one, but, I can't procrastinate forever. Now, leave me alone. Go to our room, do not come out. Sleep if you want, but it's only six, so you don't have to. By ten you must. Now, let me be perfectly clear," Blaine took a step towards Kurt. "If you ever accuse me of anything again, your punishment will be severe. Consider that a warning. Now get the fuck out of my face, I will bring you dinner in an hour."
Next to the day after the went into the Submissive house after his parents disappeared, he had never felt more worthless or unloved.
Once Blaine heard his bedroom door shut, he went to the music room. He was tired of this already. Blaine felt like a bastard. A stupid, idiotic bastard. What had he done to make Kurt feel that way? Had Kurt thought all of his feelings were fake from the start?
Obviously. That was a lot to gush out in three minutes.
Blaine was depressed.
Hell, depressed was an understatement. Blaine had slept on the couch because of a fight before, but, still. He didn't think Kurt took it personally. Honestly. He had no idea.
He still should have known. Subs were like that. They felt a strong connection to their Master, and needed to be physically touched by them, or at least in a good state with them in order to feel functional. Once claimed, a Submissive is fully, and in all respects, devoted to their Dom.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
Blaine knew that.
He had caused pain for Kurt.
Mental, emotional pain.
It made him sick.
He walked out of the music room and put his ear to his bedroom door. Yep. Sure enough, he heard muffled sobs.
"Kurt, go to bed."
The sobs grew louder. He knew he probably shouldn't have said anything, but, he hoped maybe hearing Blaine's voice would make him feel better?
No. Only Blaine's forgiveness, or physical touch would make him feel better.
But, Blaine wasn't willing to give that to Kurt yet. Sure, he felt guilty, but he was also a selfish prick, too.
"Y-yes-s s-s-sir." Kurt sniffled. And then he heard the bed squeak, giving way under Kurt's weight, and Kurt cry into the pillow.
"That sure doesn't sound like sleeping." Blaine joked, but he was sure Kurt didn't take it as one. He mentally slapped himself, knowing he deserved worse.
Kurt barely slept, and when he did, it was short and fitful. Eventually, he heard Blaine collapse on the couch at about three am. Blaine had brought him dinner at seven, as promised. Kurt physically hurt. Not from his submission, but the pain in his ass from the fucking. No regrets, but, ow. Dammit, it hurt so bad. It was an aching reminder that he was Blaine's, but that Blaine hated him. That was the aching part of it. The other pain was emotional and mental. The fact that Blaine would punish him tomorrow and might kick him out, having gotten so angry at him.
And might not love him anymore.
He wished Blaine actually loved him. He wished Blaine wanted to sleep with him and wasn't mad at him.
He wished he hadn't disobeyed Blaine.
Morning came, he was starving, but didn't dare leave the room. Blaine would be furious if Kurt broke another order. At around nine fifteen, Blaine finally woke up. Kurt vaguely heard him pick his phone up, and curse at the time. He walked to down the hallway. Kurt scurried out of bed.
"Kurt?" He said, opening the door.
"Sir." Kurt felt instantly better. Not good, by no means, but a tad bit of the emotional pain was gone. Shit, he felt like Bella Swan.
"I'm glad you have not gotten dressed. Stay this way. Go into the kitchen, make us some breakfast. We will begin after we have eaten."
"Yes, Sir." Kurt said, and crawled to the kitchen. Blaine's anger he dissolved a bit, but, there was still angry towering over the love.
That was not a good thing.
Kurt made eggs, toast, and homemade jam for breakfast. Blaine ate two helpings, and three cups of coffee. Blaine noticed the bags under Kurt's eyes.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fuck, Kurt. Stop LYING!"
"If you know the truth then why ask?" Kurt mumbled, messing a little bit with the food that remained untouched on his plate. He felt no need to eat. He wasn't even hungry.
He was hungry for Blaine.
Damn, this was getting ridiculous and hard.
"Kurt, Jesus Christ. Stop arguing with me! Eat your damn food." Blaine said, throwing his fork down and shoving his chair under the table. "Clean this up, and then go kneel in the bedroom."
"I'm not-"
"JUST FUCKING DO IT! For God's sakes Kurt, show some respect."
Kurt was just defending himself.
"Yes, Sir." Shit, his ass still hurt, he wasn't hungry, and he was about to get the shit spanked out of his ass. He was not having a good morning. Hell, his ass was already killing him. Did Blaine want to make it break? It certainly seemed so.
Kurt finished a few pieces of egg, then cleaned up as quickly as his pained ass would let him. He limped to the bedroom and kneeled in front of Blaine, who had brought a kitchen chair along with him.
"Kurt, tell me what you did wrong."
"I..." Fresh, hot tears were forming in his eyes. His Dominate sounded utterly furious and just plain old tired. Or was that disappointment? Probably both.
"Speak Kurt. Be a big boy and use your words."
Damn Blaine. Damn him for being so patronizing.
"Sir.."
"Kurt, now."
"I lied to you. I accused you. I, quote, "Directly ignored and disobeyed you," unquote."
"Don't be a smart ass."
"I wasn't."
"Don't talk back or argue, either."
"Yes, sir."
"Anything else?"
"I...?"
"You were being rude. Just a plain bitch. I am the Dominate, Kurt. YOU are the Submissive."
"I understand, Sir."
"You are a disgrace. You have accused me of not loving you, when you are the best thing in my damn world Kurt. I am a disgrace for allowing you to treat me like shit. Now it is time for you to learn."
Blaine looked terrifying.
Terrifying, enraged, and non-sympathetic.
Kurt was full out scared.
Blaine sat on the chair, and pulled a naked Kurt over his knee.
He slapped his ass. Hard.
Kurt shrieked in pain.
"Shut up Kurt. A good Submissive would take the punishment without a sound."
What was wrong with Blaine? God, his ass hurt, and now it stung. The slap was hard.
Blaine slapped again. Kurt whimpered. Blaine slapped again to shut him up. Slap after slap, all in that same place. Kurt was writhing, squealing, jumping, trying to get away from Blaine. Blaine was clearly not in his right mind.
"Fuck, Kurt, stop trying to get away from me."
His slaps increased, and they full out hurt now.
"Blaine! Please!" Kurt was openly bawling now.
"No, Kurt." Blaine moved to his sit spots, and beat them. They looked red and raw. His thighs were done the same way. Kurt was squealing and crying, just waiting for it to be over. Blaine finally finished.
"OK, Kurt. We're done." Kurt collapsed onto his stomach on the floor. His ass hurt, and on top that it burned like crazy and felt terrible.
It was miserable.
Not to mention the mental pain. Blaine had hurt him. It was Blaine who did this. He had disobeyed, but Blaine as full-out hitting him.
His body quivered with sobs, but he was too exhausted to care. Blaine picked him up, and put him on his stomach on the bed.
Blaine really saw the reality of what he had done.
"Oh, shit." He was going to be sick.
He ran.
He locked the door, didn't wait for Howard, or anyone. He got into his car, drove away, and once he was in a remote place, (in a field, twenty miles out of Westerville, he beat his head on the steering wheel.
A/N: Dammit, guys! So much depression! OK, yata yata yata. I don't need those reviews saying that that was abuse and Blaine should go to hell and so should I and blah blah blah. WELL! I have already earned my ticket there, I haven't killed anybody, or hell, even gotten in any legal trouble, I'm just a shit hole who has made some shitty decisions about myself. I incorporate a lot of shit in my writing. OK, I KNOW that that was abuse. Fuck, it's written in the warnings at the beginning of every chapter. I'm not responsible for any triggers. So, just so you know. I have warnings for this chapter twice at the beginning, so you were extra warned. Sorry for rambling, and sounding like a douche have a good night! :)
