A.N. I feel like I'm always apologising for how twisted Blaine is in my fics. This is no different as Blaine continues to baffle me with how big of a sexual deviant-bastard he can be in this chapter. Things take a much more serious turn and Blaine will have to get his hands dirty. For those asking for more Cooper, you might be pleased to know I plan for him to return for a special reason but not for at least two more chapters. This is admittedly a short update but adding the next part would mess up my plan. Hopefully the next update will be longer.
Two announcements of sorts: I'm putting Misery on hold temporarily as I planned to use the book and movie to help mould my own story but until I visit home for the holidays I don't have either. This hopefully gives me a chance to get some work done on this story and Crossroads. Next: I have a new fic which has three completed chapters ready to be posted. It will be a little different to my usual so if you are interested please check out the information I'll post on my profile after you read this chapter.
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A Struggle of Power
'I just don't understand-'
'Shh…I know.'
'He was so mad at me a-and I don't know why!'
'Kurt, it's not your fault,' Blaine mumbled into Kurt's soft brown hair. He cradled the crying boy closer so he was half on his lap; Kurt's face was firmly tucked into his boyfriend's neck causing his tears to slowly roll down towards his collar. The older boy's gentle soothing tone was partnered with his tender stroking fingers which ran up and down Kurt's arms and back – not that Kurt noticed, as he was too distraught by the phone call earlier. 'I'm sorry you had to find out like that, I really am, but maybe…maybe it's for the best.'
Kurt gave a big sniff and then pulled away to look up at Blaine questioningly. 'What d-do you mean?'
'Well,' Blaine gave a small shrug and turned his gaze away. 'When my parents stopped contacting me and ignored my calls, I still wondered if it was all circumstantial. I held out for them for so long, trusting that they would come around so the gradual realisation that it wasn't going to happen was torture. At least with this it was fast. It's painful, I know, but you don't have to kid yourself anymore.'
Kurt stared at him for a while looking half confused, half horrified. 'That…that isn't what's happened.' He finally swallowed hard. Blaine offered a sympathetic frown but Kurt refused to take it and shook his head. 'No, it's just…a misunderstanding. Yeah, a misunderstanding. I don't know what's going on but they haven't abandoned-'
'Kurt, stop kidding yourself!' Blaine was suddenly snapping at him and it caused Kurt to pull away further and flounder helplessly with no retort. 'I'm sorry, Kurt, but you need to start seeing things for what they are: you're family are turning on you and you can't do a thing about it. That's how it starts, you know. Anger. You are a thorn in their side and you cause them nothing but pain so they don't want to speak to you. Then, in time, they realise life without you is actually working so they enjoy it and stop thinking about you. Then you become the forgotten hassle and they pretend that you are better off here when in reality they just want to move on with their lives.' Blaine's tone was bitter and accusative, his shaking head flushing a little in restrained fury. Kurt's bottom lip quivered and he raised his hand up to his face as if to cradle his own cheek. Small 'no's escaped his pained throat and red hot tears burned his eyes. He couldn't believe Blaine's words, no matter how much he trusted him. He knew his family loved him. His father would always love him. Before he remarried, all they had was each other and Kurt always believed that nothing would ever come between their relationship. Now his heart ached like it was being pierced from the inside: his very own father wasn't calling him and according to Finn his father would be better off without him causing him more suffering. Kurt had never imagined he could ever feel the same level of horror and guilt that he felt the day he woke up in hospital after his failed suicide attempt. Then and there he swore to himself he would never cause his father to cry again. He had resolved to get better. He had resolved to make his father happy – hence why he finally agreed to stay at Dalton. Perhaps…perhaps Burt had decided to take a step back from him… Maybe Finn was right. Maybe Blaine was right. In turmoil, Kurt turned away from Blaine, who suddenly looked guilty and apologetic. 'Baby… Baby, I'm sorry. Please come here.' He carefully pulled Kurt's resistant body close to his again, his arms wrapping around him securely. 'I hate seeing you cry. I hate that they made you feel like this. I don't understand how anyone could have left you of all people. I promise I will always be here for you. I swear. Okay?'
Kurt was too upset to argue with anything he said, so he simply nodded and buried himself yet again in Blaine's warm and loving embrace. The intensity of Blaine's voice and words gave him enough comfort knowing that he wasn't alone and at that moment, with all the other thoughts running through his confused head, that was all he had.
Blaine checked his watch. It was now well over ten minutes since the nurse had disappeared inside Doctor Jamieson's office. The doctor had newly returned that morning from his prolonged business trip and Blaine's suspicions had been confirmed when he overheard one of the nurses declaring she was going to update him on the 'Hummel boy's situation'. The young man did not like the sound of that, and had decided to tail the nurse to the office and try to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Sadly, even whilst straining his ears pressing himself up against the door, nothing but vague murmurings could be heard. Blaine had cursed and almost kicked the door in response but managed to stop himself and resorted to tucking behind the door so as to perhaps catch the end of the conversation. That had been over ten minutes ago and Blaine was trying not to get anxious over what was taking so long. He doubted his recent meddling's would result in Kurt being transferred but he still feared that perhaps all the evidence would be presented to his innocently naïve lover and someone would realise that it was a huge misunderstanding, or worse, a set up. No, Blaine assured himself. He had been careful. If anyone was going to accuse him they would have no real proof and Kurt would defend him to the hilt. So why was he worried?
The office door swung open and Blaine quickly pressed himself up against the wall to keep out of sight. The nurse was excusing herself, offering to 'talk more about it' with him after overseeing afternoon activities outside. Blaine wondered what 'it' entailed. The nurse's footsteps grew fainter and fainter until Blaine was certain she had left the building. However, the office door did not close. Blaine held his breath.
'Mr Anderson – I trust that is you behind my door?'
An angered frown graced Blaine's lips at hearing the doctor call for him from inside the office. Acting like being caught was not a big deal; Blaine sauntered around and entered Jamieson's room to find the doctor looking tired sitting behind his desk. 'So you are back,'
'Yes, I am.' Jamieson gave a nod. 'However my simple return is not the reason you've been trying to listen in on my private conversations, am I right?' Blaine tried not to let his truthful words get to him and he lazily fell back on the chair opposite the desk. 'I thought as much.' With a sigh of deep exhausted frustration, the doctor removed his glasses and rubbed at his forehead. 'You know, you almost had me fooled. Almost. Of course I knew you hadn't changed, not really, but part of me really did want to believe that you were starting to develop true caring feelings towards Kurt. I wanted to believe that he was different to those you harmed before.'
'You don't know what you're talking about.' Blaine said in a low tone. He wasn't sure why he was getting angry – was it because the doctor really had no idea what he was talking about, or was it due to the fact that maybe Kurt was different and Jamieson had no right to have an opinion on their relationship.
The doctor considered him carefully, his eyes studying him from behind his glasses. 'I think I know more than you're comfortable with. And I know that you have been manipulating Kurt, staff members and situations in order to make it seem like Kurt is not improving. Why – I can only speculate.' And then, he did. 'Perhaps you just enjoy watching others suffer. Or…' He paused, his gaze hardening. 'you want to isolate Kurt. I hear that Kurt hasn't been able to speak to his family in my absence and he is all too aware of it.'
Blaine could no longer hide his fury but had managed to limit it to his balled fists and silent-yet-deadly glare. Not even his deep breaths could steady his racing heart. 'You're wrong.'
'I don't believe you.' Jamieson responded in a flash with a short and curt tone. 'You are up to your old tricks and as such I can only assume Kurt's life is in danger of your poisonous influence.'
'Is that what you told her? The nurse?' Blaine demanded, feeling himself beginning to shake.
'No, I had my suspicions but they were only confirmed the moment I sensed you outside my office. You came because you are the one behind it.' Jamieson stood up and leaned across the desk. 'Now, I think it's time I say enough is enough. It's time I clear up the confusion, set matters straight and protect those in my care.' With a sense of finality, the doctor circled his desk and headed to the door. 'I can only hope that whatever doomed man or woman who will be overseeing your care in your new institute has more sense than I did.'
It took several moments for his words to sink in. New institute? With newfound fear, Blaine leapt from his chair and went after Jamieson. 'N-no, wait!' He shouted. 'You can't just send me to another hospital – I live here, you can't make me leave-!'
'I can and will.' Jamieson called over his shoulder. Blaine was well and truly shaking now. Jamieson had always tried using transferring as a threat but never before had he any real grounds for the request, and Blaine knew it. Now, though…now he did. He was going to send Blaine to another hospital, away from Dalton and – his stomach twisted in a sickening knot – away from Kurt.
'No…no, wait!' Blaine chased after Jamieson but the doctor pointedly ignored him, although he quickened his pace ever so slightly when he heard his patient's running steps. Blaine couldn't stop the anger and desperation in his voice as he repeatedly ordered and pleaded for the man to stop. This can't happen, he thought with his mind racing too fast for anything to make sense. The doctor was now just feet away from the staircase, still snubbing him with his arrogant nose tucked up in the air. This-this asshole is about to go and ruin everything! Everything I've tried so hard to achieve; he'll knock it all down just by a couple of short conversations with the right people. This can't happen-! Not now, I can't let him-! 'Listen to me!' Blaine cried in blazing anger, grabbing Jamieson's shoulder roughly and forcing him around to face him. Jamieson had been caught off-guard and automatically tried swiping Blaine's hold off but the panicked young man wouldn't let him. In fact, in a moment of blinding fury and fear, Blaine found himself gripping the doctor's sweater tightly with both hands pulling him towards him a little before sharply shoving him back. Then, Blaine could only watch in shock as the older man flailed pathetically in mid-air before crashing down onto the stairway, tumbling back with loud cracks and bangs. The pitiful cries of an old man in pain met Blaine's ears, and he felt something inside stir. At one point about halfway down, Jamieson's head made sharp contact with the wooden skirting and blood began staining the rest of the steps until at last the doctor fell into a crumpled heap at the foot of the stairs.
Blaine couldn't breathe. All he could do was stare and wait for some type of movement but nothing happened. After a few moments, he descended the stairway very slowly, craning his neck to get a better look. Four steps down, though, and he stopped; his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a little. From behind his shattered spectacles, Jamieson was staring back up at him – or, at least, his eyes were staring up near him. The stare was empty and glass-like. Blood was pouring down his face and across his mouth – too much. His collar bone stuck out at an odd angle and it wouldn't have taken a genius to realise it was the sign of a snapped neck. Blaine couldn't believe it; Jamieson was dead.
It took a few long moments for Blaine to remember to breathe and a few more seconds to think to check the area. No one was around. It was right in the middle of post-lunch activities so the front of the house was naturally quite empty. Still, it was unlikely Blaine's luck would hold out if he stayed much longer to investigate so he took just one more minute to saunter down to the very last step. He had to enjoy this moment. He thought back to the last time he had felt like this: he pictured Ben lying spread-eagled on the grassy lawn, blood oozing out from his fragile, broken, lifeless frame. Blaine knew that he had caused it. It was his manipulation which had made the boy take his own life. Now, smirking down at the doctor, Blaine felt a newfound sense of pride. Jamieson was a well-respected, highly educated and very powerful man in his field. He held so much power in his wrinkled hands that it used to make Blaine sick to know in at least a couple of ways he still had to answer to him. Now look at you, doctor, just look at yourself now. He leaned over the body, gently toing the doctor's side until he fell onto his back. Blaine then placed his feet on either side of him and kneeled down. God, if anyone were to walk into the hall and see him now; straddling the dead body of the head of Dalton. Or, the ex-head of Dalton, thanks to Blaine. He palmed himself, his pants feeling tighter and tighter around him as he watched the blood drip off the man's chin and onto the marble floor. I did this. Jamieson no longer exists…because of me. He hated me; he wanted no part of me in his life. Sort of a knife in the gut knowing that it was me who caused his death. He chuckled darkly. A loud laugh from outside reminded Blaine that he really had to go, but just being able to sneer down at the very man who had caused him so much bother over the years was too much of a temptation. And his hardened manhood demanded more attention as he drank in the sight. He'd have to go now, he really did, but not before dipping his hands deep within Jamieson's pockets and finally pulling out the pretentious pocket watch Blaine had grown to loath so much. Stuffing it into his pants, Blaine stood and swiftly kicked the doctor back into place before taking off up the stairs again. He could feel himself start to throb; he'd have to go take care of his problem. Then again, why do it alone?
Kurt turned around at the sound of his bedroom door opening. He grinned as his boyfriend strode inside, shutting the door being him. 'There you are,' Kurt said. 'I was about to come find you, is everything oka-?' He was cut off as Blaine's mouth covered his and he was hoisted into the older boy's arms and pushed up against the wall. Although startled by the suddenness of Blaine's actions, Kurt met his movements eagerly and matched his groans as their hips rubbed together. Seeing stars when their lips finally parted, Kurt panted 'What's got into you?'
The corner of Blaine's mouth turned up into a small smirk and his eyes flashed in obvious excitement. 'I just… I need you. Right now.' Feeling how hard his love was through their grinding, Kurt could only nod enthusiastically in response. He had no idea what had brought on such a spontaneous 'sexual rendezvous' but, as he himself grew more and more excited and started to let out louder moans of pleasure, he was not going to complain.
A.N. I repeat: Blaine is a sick, twisted bastard. Sorry for anyone who liked the doctor (though I doubt he'll be missed) and I am sorry to say this is only the start of Blaine 'taking matters into his own hands' now that he's tasted blood and wants more. Maybe another death in the next chapter…? Oh! Who said that? ;)
