Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Those would be the property of Ryan Murphy, Fox and so on and so forth.
Author's Note: Reviews were absolutely incredible as always guys! Reading all of them made me so incredibly happy that you don't even know. A lot's gonna happen in this here chapter, and even though the outcome could possibly seem like the end is near, it's definitely not. It's far from over. So don't get your hopes up! ;D
-Casey
Reviewers:
klainediva – Thank you kindly. I hope he's found soon, too!
DayDreamer2369 – You are too sweet. It is unbelievable that there are truly people out there who have that kind of thought process. It sickens me. If everyone could just learn to love everybody for who they are, the world could be such a better place, seriously. =P
GreggoAddict – Azimio is messed up like Karofsky so I don't think he gave Dave's sexuality a second thought. They're both screwed in the head. =/ Hope you don't hate me after this chapter…lol.
LopeDogg – Aww, I'm sorry to hear that I made you cry. =( It is a terrible reality that this stuff does in fact exist. Thanks for reading and enjoying the story! I know what you mean, too! I am so masochistic when it comes to reading fanfiction…it's like I read the ones that will make me cry on purpose! =P Lol.
AnatomyFreak – I definitely hope so. =(
angel-hime96 – The update isn't out as fast as I'd have liked, but I tried to get this up at quick as possible! =)
tranghana – We shall see. He really does need Kurt now more than ever. =(
x0xalexis8 – Tis sad, but don't feel bad, be glad! Sorry, I had to bust a rhyme there. ^.^
riker-rocky-ross-lynchlover795 – You are more amazing! I just wrote what I thought needed to be said. =)
Klaine Lover – You're scarier than the police department! If I were Dave or Azimio, I wouldn't want to face your wrath, let me tell you. ;D
Totallystarstruck – Thanks! I know, poor Blaine indeed. =(
WiseGirl747 – Aww, I didn't mean to depress you. =( I think the fangirls just need to get in this story and rescue Blaine. Lol. It'd be quite the funny aspect to put into a very sad story…lol.
GLEEKfreak101 – Unfortunately, yes. He was capable and he did it. I'm glad you're so excited for the next chapter!
no1hpfan – Man, everyone's telling me they were crying at this one…I guess that means that I did my job, but damn, I feel bad for making everyone cry! =(
LunaLongbottom – No problem, Luna! It's great to see you back. To tell you the truth, some of this I make up as I go, but certain things I did have planned. I don't really have an outline, some of it just comes to me, I'll be at work and I think of ideas. Stuff like that, really. ;D
orangepurpledinsoaur – I'm so glad you like it! It is indeed heavy on the heartbreak aspect. =(
So…many….reviews! I am shocked…but in a great way! You guys have no idea how motivated and happy that I am. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I now hope that you all don't hate me for this chapter. I really do hope you like it. Fingers crossed.
Chapter 7. "Broken"
"They still haven't found anything?" Finn asked through a mouthful of toothpaste.
Kurt stood outside the bathroom door leaning with his back against the wall awaiting his turn to occupy the bathroom for his night time skin care ritual.
"No," Kurt answered, hanging his head with defeat. "They don't have a damn clue. They didn't find any fingerprints on the handle of the car door and no evidence as to how he was taken other than the blood they found. I don't know what to do; if the police can't find anything, how will we ever find out where Blaine is?"
"Do you know of anyone who had a problem with Blaine? Anyone who would have had a reason to take him?" Finn inquired as he rinsed his mouth of the minty paste.
When Kurt really thought about it; absolutely not. Blaine was well liked by everyone he was aware of. He was like the Prince Charming of Dalton Academy. The teachers loved him and he was friends with everyone. He couldn't think of a single person who would have the motive to take him and possibly hurt him. He refused to believe that it could be anyone of any significance to him at all. Kurt rubbed at his eyes feeling ultimately frustrated. It had been weeks and he was still at square one when it came to all of his guesses.
"No. No one disliked Blaine that I know of; it couldn't be anyone that I know."
"Well, it had to be," Finn insisted. "Why would some random person just take him? There was no note…and how did they know that he would even be here? He's not even from Lima. Whoever it was had to have been following him."
"Unless it was some stranger who happened to be around at the time that Blaine was leaving."
Finn grabbed at the soap and began to wash his face as he spoke. "It's possible, dude…but I think it had to have been someone he knew. The circumstances are just too weird. Normally when someone gets taken, they leave a ransom note and want money. Or at least that's what I see on cop shows," Finn shrugged. "I think it's time we started asking around or something. See what we can find."
"Finn Hudson, I think for once you have the right idea," Kurt stated with a smile as he pushed Finn out of the doorway who had just made a grab for his towel to dry his face and proceeded to make his way into the bathroom.
"I know, right? Hey wait a minute...what do you mean for once?"
Kurt let out a faint snicker and shut the bathroom door.
The next day at school, Kurt had made his way around asking if anyone had any insight to Blaine's disappearance. So far, he was coming up with nothing. Everyone's guess seemed to be as good as his. He knew this wouldn't add up. A lot of the students at McKinley didn't even have a clue as to who Blaine was much less a motive as to why they'd kidnap him. It had been worth a shot, though. He'd do anything to just stop twiddling his thumbs and wait for an answer to inexplicably fall from the sky. If he wanted answers, he needed to find them for himself. As the bell rang signalling the end of last period, Kurt decided to take a minute and stop by his locker. He entered the combination and slowly opened the door and was once again greeted by Blaine's picture smiling down at him from its usual post.
Kurt sighed. "Where are you, Blaine? I need you here. I swear I'll do whatever it takes to find you and bring you home safe," Kurt whispered to the picture.
"Talking to ghosts, lady-boy?"
Kurt felt his irritation boil as he was once again greeted by the snarky voice of Karofsky. He whipped around and was met with the sight of the larger boy grinning in what looked to be an expression of accomplishment. Kurt was extremely put off at the sight of him. That grin…there was something not right about it.
"Why do you keep coming around me, Dave? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Kurt asked in a calm fashion. He decided to play it cool and see what was going on with Karofsky.
"Oh, your mourning for your dead boyfriend is touching; I couldn't miss it. It practically brings a manly tear to my eye."
Kurt was starting to get a weird feeling. Why did Dave keep insinuating that Blaine was dead? No one had any information on Blaine's whereabouts at all. To insinuate that he was dead made it seem as if Dave knew something that others didn't. Kurt couldn't help but feel mildly suspicious.
"Why do you keep saying he's dead, Dave? No one knows where he is, he could be anywhere…" Kurt said trying to sound casual and not demanding of answers. If Dave did know something, Kurt didn't want him to suspect that he was on to him.
There was a moment of silence before Dave came up with a response.
"It's an assumption, Hummel. He can't be found, one would assume someone killed him and buried him in a ditch somewhere."
Kurt felt his stomach twist; from nerves or anger, he didn't know. "I don't know who in their right mind would assume something like that."
"Reality, " Dave offered simply with a shrug and sauntered away.
Kurt was left standing at his locker feeling his suspicion of Dave growing stronger and stronger. He had to take a beat; why on earth would Dave take Blaine? Dave hardly knew him. He decided that he wouldn't rule it out, but he was fairly sure that Karofsky would have no reason to kidnap Blaine, or did he? Kurt wasn't sure. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Dave never made any sense; the fear of having to hide who we was from the jocks who were supposed to be his friends might be taking a toll on him mentally. He decided that he'd just have to keep his options open...Karofsky couldn't have done it.
Dave needed to play it more casual. He didn't like the way that Hummel was looking at him today...was he starting to suspect something? He was planning to talk to Azimio about it, but ultimately decided against it. He didn't really want any further assistance from Azimio. He had served his purpose; he had helped him take the fight from Blaine but that had to be the end of it. He decided that he would stop his little chats with Kurt. He couldn't risk being found out.
The more Dave thought about it, though, the more reason he found that Hummel couldn't suspect anything. As far as he was aware, Blaine meant nothing to him. As long as he played this a little more on the down low, he had nothing to fear. Blaine would stay his forever and that was the only thing that mattered to him.
"Rise and shine, sweetie, it's time to play," Dave called out as he descended the stairs into the basement.
Blaine was still lying on the floor where Azimio and Dave had left him the night before. Dave hadn't bothered to come back down to put him back into the closet and Blaine couldn't even find the will to move, so it was just as well. He felt completely broken; as if everything in the world had been taken from him. He had nothing left and from here it could only get worse. Was shutting down going to make it hurt less?
"I hope my Blaine got enough rest because we have a lot on the agenda today," Dave continued as he knelt down beside Blaine. "I'm really pissed that Azimio went for your face, I really don't like to see it cut and bruised. Azimio doesn't understand that you have such a pretty face and it's practically a crime to hurt it..."
Blaine was hardly listening. He was too busy staring at the cement wall in front of him.
Dave growled in frustration. "What did I say about giving me the silent treatment, Blaine?" He grabbed a fistful of Blaine's hair and used it to pull Blaine's face towards his.
Blaine wanted to speak but he couldn't use the words that he wanted to, which were to tell Karofsky to rot in hell.
"I can't possibly believe that after last night you would still be defiant towards me. I didn't want to punish you again so soon, but honest to god here, Blainey-bear, you're giving me no choice," Dave tsked as he let go of Blaine's hair, sat down on the ground and began working on undoing Blaine's belt.
Blaine felt that same icy feeling starting to burn in his stomach. What was Karofsky going to do now? His backside was still sore from yesterday's spanking and he of course was hurting from the rape. He knew he had been lying in dried blood all night, but there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing he even wanted to do about it other than turn back time and make sure it never happened in the first place.
"Please don't…"
Blaine was surprised that he had finally found his voice. It wasn't defiant, but a plea.
"Don't? Don't what, sweetheart?"
"Please…don't hurt me anymore."
"If you weren't so naughty, I wouldn't have to, Blaine…but I have to teach you."
Blaine knew he wasn't going to win. Karofsky was convinced that he was something or someone that he wasn't and there was no getting past his sick mind…or perhaps he did deserve it? He was starting to lose the difference between the two. Was this the world's way of telling Blaine that he deserved this for everything he had done wrong in his life? Maybe he did deserve it and he just didn't realize it.
That was just crazy, how on earth could he deserve this? No one deserved to be treated this way; to be stripped of all their pride, to be tricked into obedience by means of threatening the well being of a loved one. There was no way…Blaine had to know that, didn't he?
"Y-you're right…"
"What was that?" Karofsky asked, his hands freezing on the waist band of Blaine's jeans.
"I—I do deserve this…"
Apparently not. The more Blaine thought about it, the more it had to make sense. He couldn't deduce a good enough reason that all of this was happening to him. He refused to believe that it was all happening for no good reason. He was sure that that would just make it worse, so the fact that this had to be some kind of punishment for any of his transgressions made it better than if it were happening for no reason at all. He had to cling to this thought; it was the only thing that could help him survive this.
"Now we're getting somewhere, babe. Admitting it is the first step, now come here and give me a kiss and maybe your punishment won't be as severe," Karofsky responded, leaning in for a kiss.
Blaine allowed their lips touch and felt Dave's tongue slip routinely into his mouth. He was starting to become numb to it. What was the point in being defiant? It wasn't getting him any closer to getting out of here. He lost track of how much time he had been trapped here but he was certain that no one was on the way to save him. How would they ever suspect Dave of anything? He and the jock had virtually no ties to each other and had only been in the vicinity of each other twice. Well, only twice that Blaine was aware of. The likeliness of someone finding him at this point was looking very bleak. Karofsky's dad had to be in on this or something; why else would Dave not be the least bit concerned about how his dad was going to react to all of this?
"Oh and babe, by the way, I ran into Hummel today. He was raving about this new guy he met with that Glee Club and I could have sworn I saw him take down that picture of you he had in his locker. I overheard him saying that it was out with the old and in with the new. Guess that opens everything up for us, huh?"
Blaine felt his heart drop. Kurt wouldn't give up on him like that…would he? It'd only been a few weeks. Kurt couldn't just forget about him in such a short period of time. He would never…but maybe after all this time, Kurt realized that without Blaine he could do better? He had the confidence now. He didn't need Blaine anymore…
"Now, it's time we got to business, get on all fours," Dave ordered.
Blaine nodded slowly and obliged. He had to hold back a sob as he braced himself for the never ending pain to resume.
"There's my good boy, "Dave encouraged softly as he proceeded to pull Blaine's jeans down. "I think you deserve a bit of time with my belt here for that little bout of silent treatment you gave me earlier, don't you?"
"Y-yes, I do," Blaine replied, hanging his head. He felt a few tears wander their way out of his eyes as he felt himself giving up any ounce of fight he had left. He started shaking as soon as he heard the clinking of the belt buckle as Dave slid his belt out through the loops.
"I want you to tell me that you're sorry you've been naughty and defiant and that you deserve this,"
"I-I'm sorry I've been naughty and defiant and I deserve whatever p-punishment you deem fit to give me."
"Good boy," Dave stated approvingly before he swung the belt and let it collide with Blaine's bare backside.
It stung like hell, but Blaine tried to grit his teeth and take it. Somehow, someway, he knew he deserved it and that was the only way he was going to be able to take it.
By the 7th stroke, Blaine was in tears. His ass was still sore from the previous day; he shuddered to think what his backside looked like. He head never been in this much pain before...and it hurt like absolute hell. The 10th stroke landed and then Blaine felt no more. Karofsky must have decided that he had had enough. It was when he heard the sound of pants unbuttoning that he froze. He was going to be raped again.
"Remember Blaine, you said it yourself, you deserve whatever punishment I deem fit. The belt was only the first of your two part punishment, now here's the second part. Perhaps you'll learn to not look at this part as a punishment, but as pleasure."
Blaine didn't have time for any sort of response before Dave was inside of him once again, thrusting. All of the pain from last night came rushing back; the feeling of everything being torn apart physically and mentally. Karofsky didn't even bother being any more gentle than he was the first time. He thrust with the same hunger and ferocity as if Blaine had done this countless times. The pain was unimaginable.
He felt his mind shut off. To have to go through this once was bad enough; to have it happen twice was the breaking point. Blaine had gone completely numb. He was nothing. Broken.
Dave was lost in the bliss of being inside Blaine; to him, it felt like home. He couldn't wait until Blaine started to reciprocate the feeling and find the pleasure in all of it. This really wasn't meant to be a punishment, but he would take what he could get until he could make Blaine see it his way. He had all the time in the world for that. He could feel himself racing towards climax as he mentally thanked Blaine for how good he made him feel.
"David? Son, I'm back early from my trip. You down in the basement?"
Dave felt his stomach drop. NO! His father couldn't be back already! He hadn't given any time to think about what he was going to do with Blaine once his father got back. He kept putting it off because he always figured there was another time to figure it out. He had become lost in all of his thoughts about Blaine that he never got to thinking about what he planned to do. Fuck, what was he going to do?
"Shit!" Dave exclaimed in a hushed tone as he pulled out of Blaine. "Yeah, Dad, I'll be right up!"
Blaine couldn't help it, this was his one chance. He didn't know if Dave's dad was truly in on all of this, but what did he have to lose? He screamed. God help him, he screamed as loud as he could.
Dave threw himself onto Blaine and threw one hand over his mouth and the other to his throat. He could feel Dave's heart beat racing against his back.
"David, is everything OK in there? What was that scream?" Mr. Karofsky called out in alarm as he began to turn the door handle.
"It was nothing, dad!" Dave called back. "I'm just watching a movie! I had it up really loud and I'm not dressed! I'll be right up, OK?"
The handle stopped turning and Dave let out a breath of relief.
"OK, tell you what, I'm going to grab a quick shower, then I've decided that in honor of my being back early we'll go out for dinner. How's that sound?"
"Sounds awesome!"
Once he could hear his father's footsteps retreat from the door, Dave could breath again. That was close. Too close. There was no way he was going to be able to keep Blaine here. It was way too risky. He turned Blaine around to face him. The smaller boy looked as frightened as he'd ever seen him. His wide hazel eyes were filled with tears and looked as if he was waiting for Dave to murder him for screaming. He might be pissed, but he could never kill Blaine. He loved the boy too much, he couldn't possibly live without him.
He reached over to grab the roll of duct tape that had been unceremoniously dropped the the floor at some point the night prior and ripped off a generous piece with his teeth. He took his hand off Blaine's mouth and immediately pressed the tape to his lips. Now that he had Blaine secured, he needed to deal with the rest of the clean up. He he sprinted over to the sink to grab a rag and start to scrub at the puddles of blood on the floor. He scrubbed at a velocity that could put Cinderella herself to shame. He had virtually no time to think so all he could do was remove all the evidence as quickly as he could.
Once he got all the blood cleaned up, he only had one matter at hand to deal with: whatever he planned to do with Blaine. He threw the rag in the trash and came back to the boy curled up on the floor. He hastily pulled Blaine's jeans back up and then he turned him around roughly to face him.
"You have no idea how much trouble you're in for that act you just pulled. You're so very lucky that my dad bought it. I'm going to make you wish that you'd never done that. Unfortunately, my dad came back sooner than he was supposed to, so I can't teach you that lesson right now. I also can't risk keeping you here and alerting my father in some way. I'll never be able to explain why I have such an insanely hot piece of ass tied up in my closet. It would be far less of a risk to just set you free."
Blaine could hardly believe what he was being told. Karofsky was just going to let him go? That didn't make any sense. It was as if Dave could read his expression as he quickly answered. " Yes, I'm going to let you go for now. You can go see your precious Kurt and see all of your friends but there's one little catch. You will tell no one about this. No one. I swear on life itself, Blaine. If you tell any living soul about this, I won't just come after you. I'll come after Kurt and what you've been through here will seem like a Sunday in the park compared to what I'll do to him. I will wear his liver like a fucking necklace. Do you understand me? I will rip Hummel apart, then I'll do the same to you and this time I won't hold back one fucking bit, you got it?"
He didn't speak, he just stared at Dave. He couldn't form any words. He had lost all willingness to speak. There was nothing more to say.
Dave untied the ropes around Blaine's ankles, and then he quickly untied the ones around his wrists.
"If I had any choice in the matter, I would never let you go but I can't risk my dad finding you here. So this is a temporary fix to a permanent situation. You still belong to me and believe me, I'll take back what's mine as soon as I figure out a way how. You'll be free until that time as long as you keep your fucking mouth shut."
Blaine got up slowly as to not agitate his already pained body and tried with shaking hands to re-buckle his belt. Dave really must have been in a rush, because he came over and quickly did it for him. He grabbed Blaine's upper arm and dragged him up the stairs to the basement door…to freedom. He wrenched open the door, stopping to make sure his dad wasn't still lurking about before he pulled Blaine behind him towards the front door.
"Remember what I said. You say one word. Just one word and I…will…kill…Kurt. Then I'll come after you; make no mistake of it because I'll do it. Are we clear?"
Terrified, Blaine nodded. He was frightened beyond belief and didn't even think he could find the words to express it. He hadn't even thought of the repercussions of it when he had screamed to alert Mr. Karofsky. He wouldn't tell anyone, he couldn't. To tell anyone about what occurred here meant that he had to admit to the shame. He wouldn't tell a soul so that he didn't have to relive all this pain again with people judging him. That was only going to make all of this worse. This way he only had to relive it on his own; in his own mind. Plus, Kurt's life depended on it. To hell with his own life, even if Kurt has moved on, he couldn't let anyone lay a hand on Kurt, ever. By the time he'd even be able to admit to it, there'd be no evidence against Dave. As soon as he got rid of Blaine, he was sure that he'd be back down in that basement clearing up any additional evidence of his captivity. Once there was no evidence, it was just his word against Dave's...and if the police or whoever couldn't find anything to hold him, then Dave could make good on his promise. There was no winning, all Blaine could do was keep his mouth shut until he was inevitably in Dave's custody again.
Dave shut the door behind him and Blaine surprisingly hadn't moved from the top of the steps leading to the front door. He was free for now…but how free was he really? Everything was gone. All the joy, all the pride, everything that he had accomplished was gone; it was stripped away and he was nothing. He also had nowhere to go. How could he just go home now? What would he say? He couldn't even look his mother in the eye after what happened. How was he going to look anyone in the eye? He felt so dirty and ashamed, how was no one else going to be able to see it.
He decided that even if he had a modicum of self preservation, he had to get the hell away from the Karofsky house. So he just walked. He couldn't run, he was in far too much pain so he continued to walk with no real direction. All he could do was put as much distance between himself and the Karofsky house with no real destination. He wasn't even sure where he was. He didn't spend a lot of time learning the layout of Lima before he had been taken. He knew where some things were: Kurt's house, McKinley Highschool, The Lima Bean...but not much more.
He had been walking for what seemed like hours when a pair of headlights appeared behind him. So much for freedom. Karofsky must have had a change of heart and was already coming to take him back. He was going to try to make a break for it when the car came to a halt next to him.
"Blaine? Blaine Anderson?"
It wasn't Dave. He looked over in fear to see who the hell else would know his name since it was a voice that he didn't recognize. The first thing he saw were the words "Lima Police Department" on the side of the car.
Blaine's heart stopped. They'd been looking for him? How else could they know his name?
The two cops got out of their car: the first was a man probably in his late 30's with dark circles under his eyes, the other was a younger well-dressed blond woman.
"Blaine, I'm Officer Burke, this is Officer Lindlowe, we've been looking for you for quite some time now."
Blaine stood wide-eyed. He couldn't speak, he didn't know what to say, he was like a deer caught in the headlights. He had had no contact with anyone other than Dave or Azimio for the past few weeks and he didn't know how to handle speaking to anyone else. What the hell was he supposed to say? The cops gaze on him felt as if they could see everything. What if they could? What if they knew what had been done to him? He couldn't…he just couldn't. The humiliation of how dirty he was caused him to start to panic. He started to hyperventilate.
"He's injured, we need to get an ambulance, Lindlowe," Burke said to the lady causing her to run back to the car to grab the radio.
Burke began to talk to Blaine further, but it all became a blur of noise; it was all too much for Blaine to handle. Everything went black.
Yay, Blaine is free, but how free is free? I'm hoping you guys don't hate me because Blaine is now…broken. =( We're so not even close to done yet, guys. We've got a long road ahead of us here. Blaine's got a long journey. I still have so many, many plans. It was probably a bit unpredictable for Dave to just let him go, but in a panic, Dave's not too smart and he hadn't really planned on what he was going to do with Blaine once his father did come back from his trip. Also, Blaine's messed up badly…do I maybe sense a Blaine and Kurt reunion coming on? Maybe so. Reviews will definitely make that a possibility! =D Hope you enjoyed it, guys!
-Casey
