A.N. Thank you so much for all the support! To be honest I'm still amazed so many of you are still reading this. I love writing it but normally my stories aren't enjoyed (or understood) by anyone other than myself. I'll try to keep this short since I want to answer reviews, but I thought I might say that I have coursework due on Thursday so I probably won't update again before then even though I desperately want to – especially after this chapter, which I had to make shorter for the flow to work. So please give me lots of reviews to tide me over these last horrible days of the semester! w

Replies: (There's a few in this update, I really should just restrict them to reviews that ask questions…I just love talking to you guys!)

DeniDarrenColfer: Thank you! I love that it's so real to you, although I hope you aren't going through what Kurt's going through! *clings to* I know I'm the evil writer, but I'll protect you from what I write. w

Fantasyfan4ever: Don't apologise, I was just really happy to see your name in my inbox again! N-not that I was missing you or anything *flush*. Yeah, Blaine's a wee schemer, isn't he? I feel but Kurt is really in for the worst and most unpredictable experience of his. I'm glad you like the writing, I was worried people would get bored at the lack of action and abandon it!

Curtainedfoil: Papa Hummel? Oh my goodness, you have given me the PERFECT title for Blaine to use for Burt! *hugs* I know it wasn't intentional, but it works so well! I-I'm sorry, but Blaine is planning to keep his paws very much on our Kurt. *feels awful*

CastleAddiction: I love your excited brain! And I'll just mention that in a week I'll be finishing up at uni for the holidays meaning I'll have plenty of time to write this story of ours! I laughed so much when you disowned Blaine as your 'bro'. He's going to be devastated when you do that in the story. ;)

: Phew! I know Blaine's one creepy guy! I'm glad you like the stories – It makes me feel better when I know I'm not the only one who enjoys this type of story! I hate leaving cliff-hangers, but they always weave their way in!

Ashlee: I'm one of those people who searched everywhere and read all the Abusive!dark!Blaine out there and decided I would try to incite others to write more by writing my own. XD Yeah, it's good to know you're not alone! And I agree, Born Bad reminded me of IWHY, and I have to admit, it spooked me!

Home Sweet Home

Kurt began to stir, twisting his body beneath the soft blanket that had been draped across him. His muscles stretched as if they had been lax for days making Kurt loosely wonder why his body felt more tired than he could ever remember. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling – no, what was that above him? Was he in a four poster bed? His eyes adjusted after several blinks but no recognition came as he turned his head to look around him. A bedroom. That made sense; he was in a bed after all. He was fairly certain this place was new to him, although his brain was still in its start-up process so he couldn't be sure or anything at this point. No, wait…he had definitely never been here before.

'Where the hell am I?' he asked himself, finding his voice to be dull and croaky. He looked at the oak bedside table on which a digital clock was perched. It was after ten, and considering it was dark outside Kurt had to assume that meant after ten at night. How did I get here? Dad is going to freak out…

Kurt immediately jolted up into a seating position when he heard a noise from downstairs. It sounded like a bang, similar to the noise Carole makes with the pots and pans when she's cooking. Kurt slowly slid his foot out from under the blanket and was met with cool hard-wood flooring. He shivered but forced himself off the bed altogether. He stumbled forward. His body wasn't reacting as quickly as it normally does, and Kurt's attempts at walking in a straight line were not overly successful. He at last got to the bedroom doorway and he leaned against it. The hall was wide and contained two sets of stairs; one leading up to the next level and one leading down to where the noise had come from.

Okay, come on, Kurt. Think. Kurt held his head as if it was in pain. Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing he could remember was the flickering lights of a diner. He's sure he hadn't been there with his parents… No, he was meeting someone. Someone…Blaine! Kurt suddenly felt relieved that he remembered something. He was on his way to meet Blaine. They were going to go to the counsellor's office. Kurt crept to the top of the stairs leading to the ground floor. Was this Blaine's counsellor's house? Why would he be here? Wait! I wasn't feeling well. Kurt felt like he understood what had happened. He must have blanked out for some reason, and Blaine took him to his counsellor who decided to take him back to her house to get some rest. Clearly, Blaine wouldn't want to call up Kurt's dad or Carole to break the news. They would flip and overreact. Then again, Blaine must have let them know their son was okay. It was late at night; his family would be so worried.

Kurt gingerly took time at each step as he travelled downstairs. He vaguely took in the beautiful home he was in, but tried to focus mostly on finding someone to help him. He paused by a window and stared outside. It was dark, but from the depths of the shadows Kurt could make out trees. Lots and lots of trees. He was in a house next to a forest? Wait; there wasn't a forest in Lima with trees as tall as these. Kurt wasn't sure what to make of this piece of information. Right now, however, he had other things on his mind. His head was clearing up fast but he needed someone to give him a phone so he could call home. And where did that noise come from? Kurt continued on walking through the house until he came to the kitchen area. He stood by the door and watched as a relaxed Blaine cooked up something on the stainless steel stove. As to be expected, he was singing some new pop song that Kurt couldn't really recognise. Where was that Lisa girl? Didn't she mind that a teenager was making a mess of her home?

'Blaine…?' He said, his voice small and weak.

Blaine almost dropped the frying pan in his hand as he jumped around to face Kurt. 'Kurt, baby, you're up!' Kurt stumbled backwards a little as Blaine hurried towards him. 'Whoa-whoa, you're still a little woozy – here, sit down.' He pulled the disorientated boy over to sit on a dining chair. 'I'll get you something to drink. How about that coffee, huh?'

Kurt continued to look around. 'Where are we? Is this Lisa's house?'

Blaine laughed gleefully and gave Kurt his 'You are just too adorable' gaze. 'No, baby, this isn't Lisa's house. We are very, very far away from Lisa's house.'

Kurt couldn't help but feel like the tone Blaine was using was more appropriate for a child, but had to admit he probably couldn't take in a great deal of complex conversation right now. 'Then…where are we? Do my family know where I am? It's after ten…'

'I'm very well aware what time it is,' Blaine replied in a gentle yet strange manner. He placed a mug of coffee under Kurt's nose, all the while keeping his gaze focused but down on the floor. It was like he was keeping a secret but not one he was ashamed about. 'And no you're family aren't aware you're out here.'

'Out here…?' Kurt repeated, his stomach beginning to twist in a very unpleasant way. 'What do you mean? Where are we, Blaine?' He asked the question again, this time using more force. His eyes quickly glanced out the nearest window and now knew without a doubt they were far from Lima. We must be hours away from…. Kurt swallowed and turned back to Blaine.

Blaine had stiffened a bit at Kurt's harder tone, and had raised his stare to meet Kurt's. They were both quiet, and then Blaine smiled sweetly. 'We're in our new home, of course.' He raised his hand and motioned around the room. 'Somewhere far away from where we were before. It's beautiful, isn't-?'

'Wh-what?' Kurt choked out, interrupting Blaine in mid swoon. 'What the…Blaine, what the hell are you talking ab- New home?' Kurt slipped off his chair in dizzy panic, narrowly avoiding bringing down his mug of coffee along with him and scalding himself. Blaine was by his side half a second later, his hands reaching to help Kurt up. 'D-don't touch me!' Kurt exclaimed, painfully shoving the taller boy away.

But Blaine was unyielding, and Kurt's shoves only made him more resolved to touch him. 'Kurt,' He spoke with both kindness and a hint of danger, 'Take a moment. You aren't seeing how perfect this is – Hold still!' Blaine's sudden sharpness caused Kurt to freeze in fear with his knees halfway up to his chest. Blaine watched him momentarily before shifting back to the soft voice he started with. 'Shh-shh, baby, it's okay. There's no need to be like that. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to snap at you.'

'I want to know where I am…' Kurt began to sob. Blaine pressed him into his chest and easily lifted Kurt off the floor to sit him back on the chair.

'It doesn't matter, baby. All that matters is we're finally together again.' Blaine cooed as he draped his hands down Kurt's face in a way so loving that Kurt wanted to be sick. His grasp was perfect for keeping Kurt's eyes fixed on him. Blaine knew this was going to be hard, but he was sure with a little persuasion Kurt would come round. From the looks of it, however, it wasn't going to happen tonight. 'I'm sorry this is all a big surprise, but I didn't think you'd come if I asked.'

Kurt stared at him incredulously with tear-filled eyes. Was Blaine being serious? Is that his excuse? Kurt struggled against his grip but he was just pushed further back into the chair. 'What is wrong with you, Blaine?' He cried. Blaine's eyes visibly hardened, but Kurt didn't notice. 'Y-you can't do this – this – this is kidnap! I want to go home!'

Blaine's hand twitched and he clenched his teeth together hard in order to stop it doing what it wanted to do, which was to strike the crying boy across the cheek. He told himself Kurt was just hysterical. Of course he would be. He'd been drugged almost to the point of serious concern, he was in a place completely foreign to him and he's scared! Kurt was scared. That's why he's not seeing the bigger picture. It wasn't kidnap. Not really. You can't call it that if it's taking someone out of love. If Kurt wasn't so scared, he'd realise that. That's why… Blaine's eyes shut tightly and he turned his head away a few inches, I can't hit him. I can't. He'd be a shaking wreck whenever I go near him if I let my anger get in the way now.

Kurt was shocked but relieved when Blaine pulled away. He was still trapped but he didn't have those bruising hands clasped on him anymore. He pulled his body inwards and covered his nose and mouth with a shaking hand. 'I want to go home…'

'You aren't going home.' Blaine replied abruptly with almost no emotion. He looked down at the mug on the table. 'You should sleep again. I'll pour this down the sink.' He picked it up and began walking away.

'Blaine, you can't just-'

'Go back to bed, Kurt.'

'I'm not going back to-!'

'FUCK IT, KURT!' Blaine snapped in anger and hurled the mug of coffee against the chrome kitchen wall. The mug smashed into hundreds of little clay pieces and the coffee splashed all over the wall, worktops and floor. Kurt let out a frightened cry at the sound of the smash, and pushed himself into the furthest corner of the room. Blaine stared at the mess he made and his hands came up to cover his head. 'Fuck…Fuck!' He said loudly. This is what he wanted to avoid. He didn't hurt Kurt, though; at least that was something-

Kurt!

Blaine turned and watched the terrified boy attempt to make himself smaller by crawling into a ball on the floor in the corner. 'Kurt, baby, I'm sorry,' He ran to him and pressed small, anxious kisses against any spot of the boy's face he could reach. Kurt was beyond consoling now. He was crying and his muscles had gone rigid in fear. Blaine knew he'd gone about this all wrong. No, Kurt just didn't react the way he was supposed to. He was supposed to understand that Blaine did this out of love. This was their new life, and it was going to be perfect. Well, perfect after Kurt accepted it. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry…' Blaine repeated over and over in a whisper as he carried Kurt back upstairs and into the bedroom. He had hoped to be carrying him there under better, more sexual circumstances but it seemed those plans were currently off the table.

He placed Kurt on the bed and watched in distress as Kurt shuffled as far away from him as possible. Blaine paced a little by the bed and ran his hand through his curly locks feeling tenser by the second. He wished Kurt would stop those pathetic crying noises. The scene was tragic enough as it was. 'I…' He started, unable to move his uncharacteristically wide eyes up far enough to look at Kurt properly. 'I'll be downstairs. You…stay here. Until I come for you. You stay here, till I let you out.' Blaine was quick to leave the room. He closed the door behind him, and Kurt heard the devastating sound of a key turning in a lock.

Kurt was left clutching at a pillow, holding it against himself as if it was some magical shield protecting his body. He wept into it. What had he walked into?


It was five in the morning. Kurt's eyes stung like hell and his knuckles ached from all the clutching he did during the night. He felt like he had barely moved an inch through those seven hours or so of watching the bedroom door but he knew that wasn't true.

Minutes after Blaine had left him he had dived at the windows of the bedroom and pulled at them desperately. Not one budged. The crushing realisation that they were bolted shut was almost too much for him, but he continued to search the room for another way out. Kurt was not surprised to find there were no 'secret passageways' in this particular room. Kurt had then searched himself and the furniture for any sign of his cell, but it seemed to have vanished along with everything else he had kept in his pockets. After a shaky walk across the inappropriately soft carpeted floor, Kurt clambered back onto the bed and held on to the pillow again. It was after that Kurt began piecing together the events which led him to this point. Downstairs, Kurt had managed to understand he had been fooled into trusting Blaine and that Blaine somehow used this to get him out to this house, which was apparently out in the middle of nowhere. Yet, as the night turned into morning, the whole situation was clear to him. The worst part was no one back home would have any idea where he was. He felt numb inside, but was still fearful whenever he heard the slightest noise. The sound that caused his blood to run cold, however, was that of the key turning in the lock.

Kurt hadn't even heard Blaine come up the stairs. Surely he hadn't been right outside the bedroom all night? Kurt was then reminded of that night last year when he returned to Dalton after being at home for the weekend, only to find Blaine in his dorm waiting for him. Kurt had every reason to suspect him of being there that whole weekend just…waiting for him.

Kurt held the pillow in his arms tighter, his eyes trained on the door. It took several moments to open. When it finally did, Blaine didn't enter the room. Instead, he simply stared at Kurt on the bed. 'You're awake.' He said at last, as if he was surprised. His voice sounded strained and detached. Kurt didn't answer and they let another few seconds pass. 'Why don't you come down for breakfast?' At that, Blaine disappeared and Kurt heard him go downstairs. For a fleeting moment, Kurt thought this was his chance for escape but that idea soon crumbled much like his knees when they gave way as he stood up. His body was in no fit state to be making sudden dashes for freedom. Then again, his body was in no fit state to handle food. But Kurt knew Blaine's suggestion to come down for breakfast was not optional, and Kurt would rather make the effort than have Blaine come up and get him himself.

With every inch of him shaking, Kurt forced himself to go downstairs.


A.N. Until Thursday, everyone! *waves* Don't forget to review!