THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER, I HAVE DELETED THE OTHER ONE AS I HAVE EDITED IT AND MADE SOME SLIGHT ADJUSTMENTS!
The Strangers - Final Chapter
Kurt finally started to take in his surroundings. Instead of waking up in a warm double bed with his beautiful boyfriend in his arms, he was sitting in a hard chair, like the ones in the dining area, his chin was resting on his chest, his neck was very stiff most likely from being in this uncomfortable position for a while. Kurt slowly blinked his eyes open, he had an awful headache by his temple, and he could feel blood dripping down the side of his face from a cut on top of his head. Kurt lifted his head up slightly, wincing as the movement sent a flare of pain in his stiff neck. Everything was blurry, Kurt kept blinking and hoping the room would stop spinning soon. He could hear someone calling his name, but he didn't know where from, everything sounded far away like he was underwater. Finally, Kurt was able to come to his senses.
He was in the living room; the curtains were drawn closed, blocking the early morning sunshine. When was it morning? How long was he asleep for? Sitting in front of him mirroring his position was a fearful looking Blaine, both hands tied to the arm rest on each side, rope also tied tightly around his knees, keeping them tight together.
"Blaine." Kurt said, he tried to get out of the chair, but saw that he couldn't. Like Blaine, his wrists were tied to either side of the arm rest, his knees were tied tightly together, but Kurt had tight rope around his torso, keeping his posture upright.
Kurt started struggling, trying to break free from the ropes, which were trapping him from getting any closer to Blaine. Kurt bit his lip hard as his skin started to cut through the ropes.
"Kurt, honey stop you'll hurt yourself." Blaine said gently.
Kurt looked him straight in the eyes, both wearing scared expressions. Blaine smiled at Kurt; well it was more like a grimace. Kurt knew it was to make him feel alright, but how could he be?
"What's happening?" Kurt whispered to Blaine.
"I don't know, I woke up tied to this chair and you were somewhere in the house, when I shouted at you to run I must have been knocked out or something. I wake up for a second time and you're sitting like that, but you wouldn't wake up, and I was so, so scared. I-"
"Blaine. Calm down sweetie. I'm not going anywhere."
Blaine raked his eyes down Kurt's body. He was still wearing his pyjamas, a few of the buttons had popped open at the top of his pyjama top, leaving him slightly exposed. Blaine saw something glimmering by Kurt's hand, he stares at it, mind slowly registering what it is.
"You're wearing my ring." Blaine said, staring at the band around Kurt's left ring finger.
Kurt looked down as well; He stretches the finger out so he can get a better look at the ring. Looking at it now, it was absolutely beautiful. Kurt noted his bandage made out of Blaine's tie was removed. Kurt noticed his hands shaking, he clenches them into fists to try and stop, but he can't.
"Yeah." Kurt said, offering him a watery smile.
Tears started to spill from Blaine's eyes in that moment, Blaine stretched his legs as far as they could go and stroked Kurt's bare, cold feet with his socked warmer ones, offering his fiancé the only source of comfort he could in that moment. Kurt copied the action, wrapping his feet in with Blaine's.
"I love you so much Blaine." Kurt whispers, staring at their almost entwined feet.
Blaine looks back up at Kurt, with a look of shock and determination.
"No Kurt. We're not saying our goodbyes; we're going to get out of here alive. We'll get married, and adopt lots of kids. Come on, that was our dream." Blaine said quickly.
"I told you all those years ago, I'm never saying goodbye to you. "You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Blaine Anderson. That's where I'll be waiting." Kurt whispered hoarsely.
Blaine snorts at Kurt's Peter Pan reference, and smiles admiringly at his fiancé. "No matter what's going to happen Kurt, we'll do it together." Blaine said smiling a real smile. Tears slowly cascade down his cheeks, and Kurt wishes he could wipe those tears away.
Kurt flinches when he hears loud footsteps coming through the entrance behind him. Blaine glanced up, looking fearfully behind Kurt, until the three masked people were standing to their right side, so Kurt and Blaine had to turn their heads to get a better look.
"Why are you doing this to us?" Kurt asks quietly.
As the shorter woman wearing a Pin-Up mask walked over to the window and opened the curtain, there was silence in the room. Kurt wasn't expecting an answer, until the blonde woman wearing a Dollface mask replied.
"Because you were home."
Kurt recognised her voice as the girl who knocked on their door earlier that night.
Suddenly, Dollface removed her mask, followed by Pin-Up mask and Sack masked man, finally revealing their identities. Kurt wasn't surprised to see just ordinary people behind the masks, people could be monsters too. Kurt turned his head back to Blaine, who looked more angry than scared, hate filled his eyes.
The man pulls out a large butcher knife from behind his back; it glistened in the sunlight that shone through the window.
Kurt started whimpering at the sight of the knife, whereas Blaine started trying to talk them down.
"Look please. You don't have to do this. You've had your fun, please let us free. We won't tell anyone, please!" Blaine begged.
But he ignored Blaine, instead stepping to the side where Kurt sat frozen. Kurt could feel his hot breathe on the back of his neck. He shook as the man trailed the end of the knife along Kurt's arm, tormenting him. Kurt swallowed thickly, tears starting to blur his vision. Then out of nowhere, the knife is plunged deep into his stomach.
Kurt screams as immense pain shoots through his whole body, he tries to bend forwards to try and ease the pain, but the rope around his chest is restricting him. He can vaguely hear Blaine yelling in front of him and crying, but Kurt needs to concentrate on his breathing, and taking deep breathes. The knife is ripped out of his stomach, and blood quickly starts to pool out from the wound. Kurt starts panting harshly, he can feel sweat already start to build up along his hairline.
Kurt watches as the knife is handed to the blonde girl who wore the Dollface mask. She steps behind Blaine, starts trailing the knife lightly across his neck by his Adam's apple, before digging the knife into Blaine's chest. Blaine cries out, eyes squeezed tightly shut, he was biting his lip so hard, trying desperately not to start crying.
Kurt tries to comfort Blaine, tell him everything would be alright, but he couldn't. He was sure he was becoming close to hyperventilating, as his breathing was erratic. The knife starts to come closer to him once again, he tries to move himself as far away from the knife as possible, he doesn't want that kind of pain ever again, but then he remembers he is trapped, bound to this chair.
These animals wanted to do this slowly, watch us being defenceless, useless while they slowly killed us.
Kurt feels the knife cut through the rope bounding his wrists to the arm rest, when both his hands are free he collapses on the floor in front of Blaine. He wraps his arm around his stomach, desperately trying to stop the blood, which is leaking heavily from the stab wound. As he's bent down on the floor clutching his stomach, he doesn't register the knife go through his shoulder until more blood soaks through his baby blue pyjama top, turning a horrible dark purple. He screams as he feels the tip of the knife scrape against his bone, his left arm fails to hold him upright anymore as he crashes to the floor.
He lay on his front, chest heaving up and down heavily. He can hear Blaine screaming somewhere near him, but Kurt can't physically turn around to check. Tears mix in with the blood on his face, his throat is so sore his cries are coming out in hoarse gasps. He hears the heavy footsteps of one of the women walking towards him; Kurt feels her playing with his hair, messing it up. Her hand lingers on the back of his head for a few moments, before she brings the knife into his back. Kurt doesn't even flinch when more bones are scraped, and more blood was draining from his weak body, he's in so much pain already he doesn't think anything can add to that. The knife is stabbing him in other places on his back now. His body is vibrating with pain, he's shivering with the lack of blood, and he was so cold.
Blaine is finally thrown down on the floor, so he was lying pretty close to Kurt. His clothes are torn and covered in blood; Blaine's usual olive skin tone is probably paler than his right now. He has his eyes closed, but his hand slowly reaches out for Kurt's blood soaked one.
Kurt takes Blaine's hand and squeezes it as tight as he can, the action leaving him exhausted.
He greeted the light, getting brighter and brighter in front of his eyes. Kurt entered his new life, where Blaine was waiting for him. Together, they entered their next adventure. Because dying isn't about sorrow, it's just a new adventure.
"Honey, I'm still not getting an answer. Maybe their still asleep?"
"Carole, it's nearly 10 am. Kurt's always been an early riser. Besides, we told them to be ready by 9, so we're the ones running late."
Burt was driving along the never ending road, trying to find the Anderson family home. Carole was in the passenger seat, scrolling through her phone. Finn and Rachel weren't that far away, as they were following their car. They had gotten into a bit of traffic a few miles ago, so were minutes behind.
"I know, but they might have gotten home late from the reception last night." Carole said, dialling Kurt's number for the fifth time in half an hour.
"I have no idea why they didn't just stay at the same motel as us. It would have been easier on the both of them." Burt sighed, as he drove through more nothingness.
"Maybe they wanted a little alone time, maybe-"
"Carole, please. I do not need to know what my son and his boyfriend get up to." Burt said, groaning.
"You're right, I'm sorry." Carole said chuckling to herself; she shuts her phone again after the line goes to voice mail. She looks up at the wind shield and sees a red pick up truck right ahead. The truck was clearly speeding, not that there were any restrictions as it was a long road, but it was going fast enough to kill someone.
"What the hell are these jackasses doing? Their taking up the whole road." Burt muttered, but stuck to his lane.
The truck wasn't moving over anytime soon, and with Carole shouting at him to move out of the way, they were almost going to crash. Just in time, Burt turned out of the road as the truck passed. Burt honked his horn at the pick up truck, but couldn't get a good look at the passengers, only seeing two women and an angry looking man.
"Fuck! They're going to kill someone." Burt said, he looks in the mirror and when he doesn't see another car coming, he steers back onto the road and continues up to the house.
They don't notice anything until they have the car parked outside. Blaine's car looked like it was set on fire, smoke still coming from the remains. The door was smashed open, and the house was an absolute mess.
Carole gasps in shock; she brings her hand to her mouth and urgently pulls her phone out.
"KURT? BLAINE!" Burt shouts, his voice echoing through the house.
Burt runs into the dining room, the kitchen, the bedroom. No ones there. That's when he sees the body in the hallway, with a jacket covering its face. Burt freezes before kneeling down next to the body. The smell of blood and gunfire plagues his sense of smell as he lifts the jacket off.
"CAROLE! Call the police!" Burt yelled at his wife, who was checking the other rooms.
A banshee like scream roared through the entire house. Burt looked up like a deer in headlights at the noise. Shakily, he stumbles to his feet, and runs towards the living room, where he heard the noise coming from.
As he races through the hallway and reaches the door, his heart stops.
His son is lying lifeless on the wooden floor, pale as ever. Blood covers every inch of his body, particularly his back. He's lying flat on his stomach, head to the side so he's resting his cheek on the floor, one arm is stretched out, bent so his arm is lying by his head, the position he usually sleeps in. The other hand clutching the hand of Blaine, who is also covered in blood, hair ungelled and matted with blood.
Burt runs up to his son's body and collapses on the floor next to him. He picks Kurt up and cradles him in his arms, like he did when he was smaller, especially when he had to tell an 8 year old Kurt his mom wouldn't be coming home anymore. A sob rips its way through his throat; he gently strokes Kurt's face, wiping the traces of dry blood on his face. Kurt's eyes are wide open, revealing his ocean eye's staring back at Burt. That just makes Burt cry harder. He grabs Blaine's arm and gently as he can, drags Blaine closer to him as well, but he mainly fusses over Kurt.
"That's my son. That's my boy." Burt cries into his son's unmoving chest.
He can vaguely hear a hysterical Carole on the phone to 911, but he doesn't care. He wants to spend time with his son, because life really is too short, and you never know if you will ever see the person you love the most again. He hears more thunderous footsteps enter the room, more screaming and loud crying, but Burt refuses to look up, he only has eyes for his precious boy.
"E-everything's going to be okay Kurt. Please, please don't leave me." Burt whispers.
Time must have gone quickly, as the police and paramedics enter the house. The officers are already starting to mill around the house. He can feel one of the paramedics take Blaine's body away. They try and pry Kurt away from him, but Burt holds on tighter.
"B-Burt."
Burt looks up at his wife, who is trying too hard to keep it together in front of him. She gently places her hand on Kurt's cheek, rubbing it softly.
"Burt, they need to take K-Kurt t-to the hospital." Carole said carefully.
"I-I have to stay with him Carole." Burt replies, kissing Kurt on the forehead.
"Please honey. You're shaking; the paramedics think you're going into shock. Ku-Kurt, he's gone."
"No." Burt said, not making a move to let go.
"I'll take real good care of him for you sir."
Burt looks up at a young paramedic; she had strawberry blonde hair and kind blue eyes, almost exactly identical to Kurt's. For some reason, Burt felt like he could trust this young girl. He nods his head in affirmation. Burt pulls Kurt's body up more, so Burt can pat his hair and kiss his son one last time, and shuts Kurt's eyes. He looks up at the young girl, who is smiling softly at him, he gently releases his hold, and the girl sits on the floor next to him and places Kurt's head in her lap, she gently strokes his hair, as Burt shakily gets up and is almost dragged away by Carole.
Carole takes him outside, where he can see in the distance Finn and Rachel hugging eachother, Rachel sobbing into Finn's chest while Finn stares blankly at something in front of him. Burt had the feeling he would never get that image out of his mind. Neither of them did.
Burt collapsed into his wife's arms, as Kurt's body is placed in a black body bag, which is clearly too big for him, and carried onto the stretcher, where he is wheeled out and lead towards the closest ambulance
It may have been his imagination, but he felt the wind blow softly around him, sending shivers down his body. To this day, he swore that he could hear his son's voice in the wind, saying a final, 'I love you.'
A/N SOBS
So I thought the last chapter was okay, but I could definitely improve on it, and this is what came to mind.
I decided as an afterward, Burt suffers a fatal heart attack two months after the death of his son (most believe from a broken heart), Rachel suffered severe depression, she left Finn and moved somewhere in the south. Finn moved back in with Carole, and together they were eachother's support system for the next following years.
Yeah, I have a serious problem.
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