Chapter warning: Violence and a scene of sexual nature.
No Man's Land
The road was gravel and he could make out the house, just barely, in the dark. There were a few lights on in the house, including a porch light that was flickering. Kurt had seen the cars waiting on the main road, which were following him now. The part of him that was worried that he was marching into a house filled with potentially renegade company employees with guns by himself was only squashed by the part of him that was worried that Blaine was alone in a house with potentially renegade company employees with guns.
He didn't know if Blaine was still alive. He didn't know if he'd been tortured or beaten, although both were possible. Kurt had gone through every avenue he could think of, having Stanley fly him to New York and then stopping to carjack Blaine's car. Sam had done some serious long distance hacking and explained that it was Drake and a bunch of other people that had kidnapped Blaine. He also mentioned that there was a girl with them, but he hadn't seen her face in any of the shots.
Stanley had even gone through the motions, recounting everything he could about Drake. He had given Kurt a few of the local company members as backup, but because this was personal and not related to the company, they stayed just enough behind that they would catch any one trying to escape. That was also going to come in handy seeing as how Kurt's main goal was to get Blaine out of the house and to kill Drake. That was all he cared about, he didn't care about what happened to himself or anyone else in there. The only ones that mattered was Blaine and Drake, for very different reasons.
There were three men out on the proch, shifting nervously. Kurt parked just far enough away that they wouldn't try to shoot at him yet. The bag on his lap was open and he stuffed extra cartridges in his pockets, tucking one gun into the waistband of his jeans before palming the other one. He had a knife in one jacket pocket, slightly curved at the top, but that was just a precaution. Once he was sure that he was as prepared as he could be, he stepped out of the car and made his way towards the house.
As Kurt got closer, drawing his gun up to height and preparing to fire, he watched as the men simply stepped away from the door. Of course, this was all for Kurt's benefit wasn't it? Kidnapping Blaine wasn't just for the hell of it, it was to get at Kurt. They wouldn't fire at him, not yet at least.
He walked up the stairs slowly, keeping his gun trained on the three of them before approaching the door. Quickly preparing himself for whatever he would find, he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. There were a few people in the front room, all looking from where Kurt stood at the door to further back in the room where two other people stood.
Drake held a gun in his hand, loosely as if he didn't feel like it was necessary, but it was pointed to his left where he was holding Blaine. Kurt looked him over quickly, focusing on the blood trickling from his temple and the way he was holding his arm to him. It didn't look like too much, thankfully, but there was something utterly frightened about the man. There was a fear in his eyes, or maybe not a fear per se, that made Kurt's heart pound terribly. If he wasn't injured, then Drake had done something else. Told him something maybe, told him stories of the job.
Kurt pushed the thoughts behind him. Drake holding Blaine at his side like that was a clear sign that Drake had been caught off guard, he knew better. He was trying to catch Kurt off guard, thinking that Kurt would be wary of doing anything that could accidentally hurt Blaine. He had to focus, he had to be very careful of his next moves.
"Well this is vaguely familiar. Hope you found the place easily Kurt, not too much trouble I hope?" Kurt had forgotten how notoriously chatty Drake was during standoffs. He edged his gun just a little more to the right, knowing just how far he could point it before it would be off the mark completely.
"Skip the pleasantries Drake. What is going on in that messed up head of your's? Did you honestly think that this was going to end, in any way, in your favor?" Drake's hand tightened around the gun and by the way Blaine shifted, probably around the arm he was holding into, pulling him just an inch further infront of him.
"It seems to already be in my favor Kurt, or haven't you noticed?" He jabbed the gun into Blaine's side, making him wince and try to shift out of the way but Drake held him still.
"Blaine, are you okay?" He nodded, glancing at the man holding him before looking back at Kurt. His face was white and he had sweat dropping and mixing with the blood on his face. He hadn't even been afraid when Kurt had pulled the gun on him. Kurt nodded once, making sure he kept his eyes locked on Blaine's before just barely letting them dart to the side. Blaine followed his gaze but there was nothing there, just the bag that Blaine had packed, nothing for him to figure out what Kurt was trying to say, which Kurt hoped...
If Blaine didn't play his part, this would all end really badly. Kurt raised his other hand, steadying his hand.
"Before you even fired that gun I could-" Whatever Drake was about to say was cut off as Kurt pulled the trigger, hitting Drake somewhere on his right and making him rock backwards. Blaine thankfully seemed to understand and shot to his left, wincing as he landed on his injured arm, but stayed down as another flurry of shots went off.
Kurt pulled the other gun out of the back of his jeans and shot at the guys that were pulling their guns, numbering them as he went. He knew how many people were in there, not to mention the ones on the porch which hadn't come in and probably hightailed it away from the house after the first shot. He felt something graze his arm but he kept his eyes on the people. At least it was not the same arm that he got shot in just over a month ago. Another bullet grazed his leg, actually making him stumble a bit, but he kept going.
He wasn't shooting to injure or to incapacitate, he was shooting to kill. The only person that he knew was still alive was Drake, simply because he wanted him to drop Blaine first. Once he was sure that there was no movement, Kurt moved to where Blaine had dropped and, keeping half his attention on the room, grabbed the arm that he wasn't cradling to help hoist him up, handing him his bag as he did so. After a moment, he also held out one of his guns.
"Take this, go to the car. Your car. I'll be out there in a minute. If anyone comes after you, just aim and shoot. I'll be fast." He still didn't focus his attention on Blaine, waited for him to nod, before turning and surveying the room. Blaine disappeared through the door, clutching Kurt's spare gun as he did so. Kurt didn't wait, started going over and counting the bodies on the floor, before moving to the other rooms. He went around, unplugging all of the computers that were running in some of them, but stopped short at what he found in one room.
A girl, someone he sort of recognized from the company, was sprawled on her back in a rather uncomfortable position, eyes open and a bullet wound on her forehead. Kurt shook his head, closing his eyes and breathing out slowly, before turning around and making his way back to the front room.
There was one thing, one person, missing. Kurt moved to the center of the room where Drake had fallen and looked around, feeling a curl of dread sneak up on him. Drake was gone. He should have gone to Drake first, before exploring the house. The one person he definitely didn't want to get out of here alive.
He ran from the house, exchanging the cartridge for a fresh one before looking around. He could barely make out the car in the distance, and he didn't see or hear anything. Keeping his eyes and ears open, he made his way to the car and slid into the driver's seat, slamming the car in reverse as he did so.
"What... what happened?" Kurt glanced at Blaine in the passenger seat, his hands shaking in his lap, and shook his head. He wasn't going to worry Blaine with that just yet.
"There some company members at the end of this road. I need to stop and update them on what's happened, but then we'll be out of here." He faced forward once more, inwardly wincing as he did so. He could feel a little trickle of blood going down his leg and the area where the bullet had grazed on his arm hurt, but it wasn't enough to draw his full attention.
Drake was somewhere still alive, although with a bullet somewhere on his upper half. Blaine was safe, although looked like he'd be scared away by a cough. Kurt could almost not handle it, couldn't handle knowing that because of him, Blaine had been put through hell. Just what sort of hell, Kurt wasn't sure yet.
Upon spotting the company cars, Kurt stopped the car and stepped out, telling Blaine he'd be right back. He approached one of the men that he had worked with before, casting a glance backwards.
"Three got away unscathed. The rest are in the house, dead. One was not involved in the fight, a woman in the back room. And, Drake got away." The man cursed under his breath, glancing over his shoulder.
"We got the first three, stumbled upon us trying to get out of here. We'll canvas the area for Drake, but keep your eyes open on your way out. We'll call for a cleanup." Kurt nodded, clapping his hand to the man's shoulder before heading back to the car, breathing in deeply before climbing in.
After leaving the area, Kurt waited until they'd been on the road for at least half an hour before addressing Blaine.
"Are you okay? Do we need to stop for medical attention?" Blaine shook his head, wincing as he did so and reaching up to touch his temple.
"No. I'm fine. What about you? Your arm is bleeding." Kurt glanced at it and shook his head, urging the car a little faster.
"It's fine. I'm fine. Just a graze. I'll drive a little longer and then pull off, we can get a room for the night." Blaine nodded, turning to face out his window.
Inwardly swearing, Kurt relaxed a little and stopped driving as fast as he had been. His mind was still going at hundred miles an hour though. Drake kidnapped Blaine, brought him out to a remote area. Whatever his plan was, Kurt's little helping phonecall from whoever it was that was making his life hell had disrupted it. At that disturbing though, Kurt couldn't help but wonder if he should actually be grateful for it. Sam had done his part, hacking into cameras to find out who had taken Blaine, and then it was left to Stanley to use whatever resources he had to give Kurt directions.
Kurt really wasn't sure he even wanted to know how Stanley knew where Drake was. That was one thing he hadn't thought about yet.
And then he had gotten sloppy, gotten distracted, and left the one person he wanted dead the most unattended. Drake got away. If Kurt knew it wouldn't scare Blaine more than he already was, he would probably scream or punch the dashboard. As if sensing his agitation, Blaine reached over and placed his hand over one of Kurt's on the steering wheel, curling his fingers around it and pulling it to rest between them. It was all that Kurt didn't know that he needed, releasing the ball of nerves in his stomach with a sigh.
He was still going to want to apologize, to talk it over with Blaine, but not now. Not tonight, if he could help it. Whatever Blaine had gone through in the hours that Drake had him, it wouldn't do well to discuss it in the car.
A few hours later, only a few hours before daybreak, Kurt pulled off of the interstate and kept an eye out for a hotel. He found a nice one, nicer than they'd stayed in before, and pulled in. Blaine had fallen asleep, still clutching Kurt's hand, but the grip was loose and Kurt was able to pull away.
Kurt paid for a room, asking for a double instead of a single, and headed back towards the car. He didn't want to assume that Blaine would want to share a bed with him, not after what happened. He wasn't even really sure where they stood as a relationship. If it wasn't for Kurt...
To be honest, Kurt wouldn't even blame Blaine for holding him solely responsible for whatever happened.
He grabbed both of their bags, shaking Blaine awake afterwards. Blaine blinked a few times, glancing around the car as if he had forgotten where he was. Once he was sure of his surroundings, he stepped out of the car and took his bag off of Kurt's shoulder, hefting it over his own shoulder with a wince, and followed Kurt to the door of the hotel.
"We've moved up in the world." Kurt smiled lightly, holding open the door for Blaine with a slight flourish.
"Figured we deserved a little more than a sketchy roach motel." Blaine nodded and they made their way up the stairs to the second floor where Kurt glanced at the card key in his hands before counting the doors.
"Room 117, here we are." He opened the door and once again waited for Blaine to step in before following. Blaine stopped just inside of the door and Kurt shut the door behind him, wondering what had drawn him up short like that. He checked over his shoulder to make sure that there were to beds, sighing once he saw that there was. Part of him was a little disappointed, but he knew that it might not be easy for Blaine, so he pushed that away and kept moving.
"Here, let me... I brought my first aid kit. Do you want me to look at your forehead?" Blaine seemed to think about it before nodding, letting Kurt move forward with the little plastic kit. He wiped some of the blood off to figure out how large of a cut he was looking at, but it wasn't as bad as he imagined. He wiped over it a few times, whispering apologies as he did so, before declaring that it was fine.
"It's not even bleeding anymore. I'm going to take a shower. I'll be out in a few minutes and you can take one if you want." Blaine nodded and moved to the bed on the far side of the room, sitting down on it and grabbing the remote, flicking the television on.
Kurt took a quick shower, washing the blood off his leg and arm before applying a bandage to the graze on his leg. His arm wasn't bad, it barely did more than skim his skin, but it hurt. His leg was a little worse, but not by too much. Once he was done, he stepped out and motioned for Blaine to take a shower. Blaine skirts around the edge of the room to grab his bag before going into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. Kurt tried not to wince at that, he really did, but it slipped.
He checked that the door was locked before checking the window and then, with a sigh, curled up on his side facing Blaine's bed and waited. The shower was at his back, so he simply closed his eyes and listened. There were noises outside of the hotel, car horns and just general traffic, and then there was the noise coming from the bathroom, the tap and the then the faucet while Blaine brushed his teeth. He was humming around his toothbrush, a thought that made Kurt smile a bit, before he screwed his eyes shut tighter at the sound of the door unlocking.
There's a moment or two of muffled movement as Blaine moves about the room, turning off the television. Just as Kurt opens his eyes though, intent to probably creepily watch Blaine crawl into his bed for the night, he feels his own bed dip and then there is a warm body pressed against his back, an arm thrown over his waist and a hand feeling down his arm until it comes into contact with Kurt's hand and then they are intertwining their fingers and Kurt feels that much better.
He feels Blaine shift and press a light kiss to the back of his neck, whispering a goodnight as if he thinks Kurt's already asleep, but it doesn't matter. Only minutes after that and they are both falling asleep.
When Kurt woke up, he found that they were in the same place as last night. The sun had come up already, dull through the curtains that Blaine must have pulled over at some point last night. There is a hand wrapped in his, but the fingers and squeezing and Blaine is rubbing his thumb over Kurt's hand and he knows that he's awake. He pulls his hand away and rolls over so that he can face him full, trying to smile as he does so, but Blaine isn't smiling. In fact he's biting onto his bottom lip so hard that the skin is turning white.
"I know that... I know that we need to talk about last night and everything, but I just... can you kiss me?" Kurt furrowed his eyebrows because that was a strange request, but gave in and bent down and pressed his lips to Blaine's. But when he pulled back, Blaine followed him.
"Blaine, what-" But he was interrupted by Blaine leaning up and claiming his lips once more. Kurt couldn't complain, wouldn't even if his mouth wasn't preoccupied, and simply angled his head just enough to return the kiss. One of Blaine's arms was wrapped around Kurt's body, pressing warmly against the small of his back, while his other had snuck under Kurt and was pressing against his neck. While Kurt had spent a fair amount of time the night before trying to convince himself that he'd be okay if Blaine told him that he wanted nothing to do with him, he was now trying to catch up with the rest of his thoughts.
Blaine was pressing against him, moving just enough not to be classified desperate, but Kurt was pretty sure he understood. Whatever had happened last night, Blaine was trying to reaffirm that he was alive and well. And if the best way he could think of doing that would be like this, who was Kurt to stop him?
Kurt even made it easier, rotating so that he could pull Blaine on top of him, shifting so that Blaine could pull his arms out from under him. As Blaine ran his tongue lightly over Kurt's bottom lip, Kurt accepted the invitation without a second thought, sliding his tongue out to meet Blaine's. It hadn't been a day since they were like this last, although then it had been on Blaine's couch and not horizontal on a hotel bed. It had been weeks since they had been horizontal. It had been weeks since they'd been this close, weeks since Blaine left Ohio and left Kurt alone in his apartment.
Blaine groaned, tracing his tongue over Kurt's teeth and licking against his tongue, coaxing them from Kurt's mouth into Blaine's, and then back to Kurt's. Kurt honestly couldn't help it, angling his hips so that Blaine settled between them perfectly. If it was morning wood or just that this was that arousing, and Kurt was leaning towards the latter, they were both getting hard. Kurt couldn't help the sounds he made, groaning and almost straight out whimpering while Blaine slowly started to roll his hips. It wasn't enough, not nearly.
Blaine reached down, panting open mouthed against Kurt's mouth as he reached down, fingers gripping Kurt's thigh hard enough to almost hurt, and hoisted the leg up. It was enough for Kurt to get the general idea, wrapping his leg up and over Blaine's hips, using it to drag him closer and harder. The new position wouldn't do much for Blaine, but it was doing the world for Kurt. He couldn't help it, what with Blaine panting into his mouth and every now and then darting his tongue to lick against the top of his mouth, and the friction of them moving together. He was coming before he knew what was happening, clenching his hands tight around Blaine's biceps, his hips jerking as he road out the orgasm.
Kurt was feeling that rush of emotion again, the one that he loosely calls love because he's definitely never felt it before. He could also feel something else, something more tangible. Something that was definitely Blaine's cock still pressed firmly against his thigh because Blaine hadn't come yet.
While pressing his mouth to Blaine's, he rolled them over, careful of the edges of the bed. He rubbed his thigh against Blaine, feeling him arch against him while the speed of the kiss picked up again. Instead of letting him rub against him, Kurt pressed one last kiss to Blaine's mouth before sliding down the bed, scratching his fingernails over the fabric of Blaine's shirt before tucking his fingers in the waistband of his pants.
"No use in the both of us coming in our pants. I can think of somewhere else for you to come." He pulled the pants down, careful to hook his fingers over the line of Blaine's boxers and pull those down as well. He wrapped his hand around the base of Blaine's cock, pumping it once or twice before sending him a wink and leaning down, breathing on the tip just a little at first. Blaine's hips were shifting, obviously torn between getting closer and just letting it happen, but Kurt took pity on him, flicking his tongue over the head of his cock twice before sinking his mouth over it as much as he could.
He couldn't help but watch Blaine, eyes closed and head tossing and turning on the pillow as if he couldn't exactly get comfortable, his arms stretched out, fingers tangled in Kurt's hair. Kurt would smirk at that, but as his mouth was busy, he started to hum while bobbing his head. Sliding one hand up, he pressed it on Blaine's lower stomach, under his shirt, and ran his fingers through the hair there. He could feel Blaine's muscles clenching, could tell by the stuttering of his shallow thrusts that he was close, but he slid up the length so that just to tip was in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the head and before he could even move back down, Blaine was groaning out a warning.
Kurt swallowed, turning his head to press a kiss to Blaine's thigh before moving up his body, pressing another kiss on the opposite hipbone before pulling his boxers and pants back up, smiling and he shimmied his way up so that he could rest his chin on his sternum.
"Not that I disapprove or anything, but was there as particular reason for that excursion?" Blaine reached up, running his fingers through Kurt's hair before pulling him up just the rest of the way to press their mouths together. Kurt pulled back, smiling lightly albeit confusedly, before rolling off of Blaine completely and wincing at the sensation in his boxers.
"We really have to start doing that naked or at least premeditated so that I don't end up like this every time." He was trying to dispel some of the tension he knew Blaine must be feeling, hoping a little humor would work. It had to work, at least a little, because Blaine smiled and rolled off of the bed to grab some clothes.
"Good to know I put you that far on edge." Kurt smirked, standing from the bed and grabbing his own clothes to get into.
"All day. I'm going to take care of this." He held up one finger, hoping that Blaine realized that they really did need to talk about this, before stepping into the bathroom to clean himself off and change clothes.
Blaine was sitting cross legged on the other bed, staring at the television although it was turned off. Kurt sat beside him, daring just to put his hand over Blaine's on his knee, and waited. He wasn't sure how to go about it, what questions to ask or what could trigger Blaine, but he knew they needed to talk. Thankfully it seemed Blaine was more than willing.
"I had gotten the text from you and started doing the dishes. There was a knock at the door, a girl was there. I'd never seen her before. The next thing I know, Drake is there with a gun and a few other people. I kept trying to call you, my phone was in my pocket but it turns out that he had some sort of signal jamming device so none of the calls went through. I don't know how long I was at the house before you showed up. Must have been a few hours." Kurt nodded, waiting for Blaine to continue, but there didn't seem to be anything else he wanted to divulge.
He didn't want to pry, but he knew that he had to. He had to ask because there were a few things missing.
"Blaine, how did you get injured?" Blaine reached up with one hand, first touching his elbow and then his temple, where the cut was scabbed over. He winced, although probably more at the memory than the pain it caused.
"This was right when you pulled in. Caught him off guard, pissed him off I guess, so he... what's the term? Pistol whipped me. That's right, he pistol whipped me. Hurt like a bitch." Kurt winced because he'd had that happen to him once or twice. If it wasn't enough force to knock you unconscious, for some reason it hurt worse.
"And your elbow?" Blaine rolled his shirt sleeve up, making Kurt realize that he had changed probably while Kurt had, looking at his elbow. It wasn't discolored or anything, so Kurt wasn't really sure what he was looking for. When he glanced up though, he saw the distance and the pain in Blaine's eyes, making Kurt move forward and wrap an arm around him.
"You don't have to-" Blaine was already shaking his head.
"The girl that was at my door? Drake brought me into a room, handed me a gun, and told me to shoot her. When I tried to step away, he grabbed my arm and wrenched it behind me. Said if I didn't, he would. That he never misses. I didn't have a choice Kurt, I knew that if I didn't shoot her, he'd kill her. I didn't want to, you have to realize that."
Kurt nodded, wrapping his arms even tighter around Blaine and bit at his lip, waiting. There was no way for Blaine, in all the duress he had been under, to have shot the girl between her eyes. He waited to hear the rest of the story and after a few deep breaths, Blaine continued.
"He had his hand over mine and I guess I was taking too long to decide because he pulled the trigger. Or, I guess... he made me pull the trigger. It shocked me and I pulled away from him, and my elbow dislocated. He popped it back into place for me."
Kurt nodded, his heart falling and taking residence somewhere around his knee caps. Drake had skipped over physical trauma and went straight for mental. Making someone shoot someone else was bad enough, but making them feel like they killed someone? Kurt's anger returned, half pointed at Drake for putting Blaine through that and half pointed at himself for letting Drake get away.
"Blaine, I want you to listen to me, and listen to me very closely. It is not your fault. What happened to her is tragic, and Drake will get what is coming to him for that, but it is not your fault. You said it yourself, if you didn't shoot her, he would have. And you didn't. You were going to and he forced you to pull the trigger and kill her. That does not make it your fault."
Blaine nodded, although Kurt wasn't 100% sure that he believed it. After a few moments of silence, Blaine spoke again.
"Did you... do you know who she was?" Kurt shook his head, because she looked vaguely familiar but he didn't recognize her.
"No. But I am going to find out who she was, I promise you." Blaine nodded again, this time a little more sure, before standing up from the bed. He offered his hand to Kurt, a gesture that made Kurt's heart beat pathetically faster because he was still waiting for Blaine to high tail it to the next state and stay there.
"We should head out of here. Where are we headed?"
Kurt let Blaine pull him up, squeezing his hand tightly before grabbing his bag and hoisting it over his shoulder.
"Back to Ohio. Still have some unfinished business to be handled."
He would have to explain to Blaine that whoever it was that was playing puppetmaster had made the call to tell him that Blaine had been kidnapped. Plus he should probably send Sam a message by now, tell him that he had gotten Blaine and they were safe. In the excitement of the night, he had completely forgotten. But as Kurt made his way down the hall and to the stairs, Blaine was right beside him and thread his fingers through Kurt's. It made him breathe a little easier, that Blaine was there and in one piece. Everything else was secondary to Blaine's safety right now. Everything else could wait.
A/N: Okay, it took me a while to get this chapter the way I wanted it. I go between really liking this chapter and not liking it at all... except that I do like it. I hope you like it as well.
So to clear up a couple of questions... the girl was not a glee club member or anyone else. She'll be explained in the next chapter. Although I make Stanley sound a little sketchy (or more so than normal), he's not a bad guy. Promise. Yes Drake disappeared, which means we will see him again at some point.
Thank you for reading this chapter and thank you to all of the people that have already reviewed or found me on Tumblr or randomly message me (on there or here) about this story. I'm just... so beyond flattered that you all seem to care so much about this story that I've created. Thank you all.
