WARNING: Semi-graphic dub-con scene. It's only been mentioned before, but now it's real. If that squicks you, after the first Kurt scene is over and you see — skip down and to the next — and read on.


"Kurt!"

Kurt stumbled backward a bit as the small filipino woman threw herself into his arms.

"I'm so glad you came," she sobbed, fisting her hands into the back of his new Alexander McQueen jacket. Kurt held her tightly, trying fight back his own tears and utterly failing as a few dripped into her raven curls. For a minute he imagined it was Blaine that he was holding except she smelt like Vanilla and Jasmine rather than Raspberry and Cinnamon.

She hiccupped once before finally releasing him and talking a step back. She looked terrible. Her face was lined with wrinkles that hadn't been there last time Kurt had seen her and the bags under her eyes made her face seem so sunken.

"It's good to see you, Kurt."

He looked up to Daniel Anderson leaning against the doorframe leading into the sitting room. Kurt was shocked for a minute as the nicest thing he could remember Blaine's father saying to him was, "Well, I guess you're better than that wretched Smythe boy."

At first glance he looked like he was perfectly fine, but with a closer look Kurt could see that his eyes were slightly red rimmed and blood shot and just like Silvina there were more wrinkles adorning his face.

"I..." Kurt took a deep breath, "I just wanted to help."

"Of course," Daniel nodded, "I'm feel ashamed to say it, but you probably know more about my son that I do."

Kurt smiled weakly.

Silvina walked over to her husband and clung to his side. Daniel wrapped an arm around her waist, tilting his head to kiss the top of her hair.

Kurt remember Blaine telling him that his parents did love each other, they just didn't show it in the way that normal people did. PDAs were big no-no's to them, even in their own house. Kurt couldn't remember seeing them so much as hug or even sit next to each other on couch during the one awkward movie night Cooper had dragged him and Blaine to.

"We should sit," Daniel said, pulling Silvina into the sitting room. He sat down on the couch with Silvina practically on top of him.

Kurt looked at the loveseat, more tears springing into his eyes as he remembered the many times him and Blaine had made out on that couch, or sung along to Moulin Rouge while snuggled up close to each other.

He made a beeline for the rocking chair next to the couch.

"So... can you tell me what you know?" Kurt asked slowly.

Silvina sobbed again, burying her face in her husband's stomach.

"They found his car in the library parking lot. He'd been there late, working on something for Chemistry. The librarian said she saw him leave, but apparently he never made it to the car. She mentioned he looked a little out of it, but she figured he was just tired. There's no sign of a struggle, or foul play." Daniel's voice was stoic and hard, but Kurt could see that he was fighting to keep his emotions in check.

"Do they have any leads?" Kurt said, quietly.

Silvina flinched and Daniel clenched his jaw, tightening his arm around her. "Other than me… no."

Kurt paused, "You? But…"

"Everyone knows that I'm not the most doting of fathers and that I have had some trouble dealing with my son's sexual orientation. But I would never hurt him. He's my son, and I love him. I may not say it often, but I do."

Kurt nodded, tears filling his eyes. Blaine had once told him that he couldn't remember the last time his father had told him he loved him. It just wasn't Daniel's way. Blaine never doubted it, but after he came out, he just really wanted that reaffirmation. Kurt hoped Daniel would get the chance to tell Blaine again.


Blaine lay on his back with his eyes closed, moaning softly as Eli fucked his fingers in and out of his ass. As long as he didn't look at Eli, Blaine could imagine it was Kurt. Kurt leaning over him and whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he prepped him.

But then Eli would talk and the illusion would be shattered.

"Yeah, baby. That's right, just open up for me. I'm gonna make this so good for you, beautiful."

Blaine bit his lip to hold back a whimper as Eli slid another finger into him, rubbing just right over his prostate. His hips bucked up of their own accord.

Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. Glasz eyes and chestnut hair. Lithe, strong muscles pressing him into the mattress as he finally slides in.

"Look at me, babe," Eli grunted as he thrusted his hips rhythmically.

Blaine took a deep breath-Kurt, Kurt, Kurt-and opened his eyes.

"Knew it would be better with you watching me," Eli whispered, brushing his lips over Blaine's. "God, you're so beautiful. I'm never letting you go."

Blaine flinched, clenching down hard around Eli who groaned in response.

"Oh, god, so fucking tight, baby. I could do this all day." Please, no.

Eli took Blaine in his hand, stroking him gently and Blaine hated himself for being aroused during this. He thrust up into Eli's hand and back down onto his cock, god, it had been so long. But, no. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. His eyes slipped shut again as he tried to hold back the tears. Eli wouldn't like him crying during sex.

Blaine kept his eyes shut the rest of the time as he drifted off into his fantasy world where this was not happening. He vaguely felt Eli tense and come inside of him and was shocked back into reality as Eli's grip on his cock tightened and he started stroking him hard and fast. Blaine's hips were thrusting up with a ferocity as he panted and moaned and finally came over his stomach with a loud cry.

Eli collapsed next to him, throwing his arm over Blaine's waist and pulling him tight, completely ignoring the come quickly drying there.

Blaine grimaced, trying to pull away to find some wipes or something, but Eli growled and Blaine shrank back into him, feeling gross and sticky as he curled up and tried to sleep.

Kurt would have never let him do that.


Kurt sat on Blaine's bed, up against the headboard, silent tears coursing down his face. Blaine hadn't taken down any pictures of them. He'd even added a few, the two of the skating in New York, them with his dad on Christmas. Some new ones from back when they were Warblers that he didn't quite recognize, Jeff and Nick pulling faces as Blaine kissed him on the cheek.

Kurt let out a shuddering breath and holds Blaine's pillow clothes to his chest, breathing in his smell.

"Where are you, baby?"