A.N. I'm back! Hope you all had a great holiday and that 2014 has been treating you well so far. I'm working on a new laptop which currently does not have spellchecker. I've done my best to proofread but please ignore any mistakes I may have missed. As for the story, I finally got round to giving this chapter an end. Not as much Kurt and Blaine action as I´d have liked and not the ending I intended but hopefully you'll like it enough to want the next update. Warning: Another character death, and a lot of talk. For that I apologise. If it helps, you get a lot of dark!Blaine in the process. I have a question to ask those who like putting their own input into fics: I have two broad endings in mind for this story, both involving a last Cooper appearance but both with entirely different reasons. One ending does sort of give room for a sequel but I'm nervous to go with it because so many of my fics require sequels and it takes a lot of time and effort just to give something somewhat decent. The other is a lot more conclusive yet admittedly depressing. Do you have a preference or better yet an idea I might not have considered before? Let me know via review or message me.
A Loose End Tied
Every muscle burned as Kurt fell back against the mattress to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm. His arms and legs ached just from trying to keep up with his passion-filled lover, who was still deep inside him and attacking Kurt's neck with his mouth. Kurt bit his lip but a moan still managed to escape. Blaine responded in kind, and moments later Kurt felt his red hot release ooze into him for the second time in the last ten minutes. Too busy focusing on the pleasure to consider what had overcome his boyfriend in the first place, Kurt wrapped his tired arms around Blaine's shoulders and bucked his hips. The older boy's member slid out with ease.
Blaine's low 'Mmm' vibrated against him, causing Kurt to smile and begin stroking his hair. 'That was...so amazing. What did I do to deserve that?'
'Just letting me have you.' Blaine responded, smoothing down the younger boy's hair and pressing a firm lingering kiss on his lips. 'Sorry if I was a bit rough-'
'I liked it.' They grinned at one another.
'I'll remember that for next time.' Enjoying the way Kurt's flushed face grew darker just from his admission alone, Blaine grudgingly sat up on the bed and gave his back a stretch. 'Can you get up?' Kurt frowned, realising as he went to pull Blaine back down towards him that actually he was struggling to push himself up; perhaps Blaine had been a little too rough, judging from the way his leg and ass muscles simply refused to cooperate. Blaine laughed fondly and then gently pulled him up into his arms. Their lips met in yet another kiss, and the kisses continued as they helped dress each other (Blaine helping Kurt most often). They were both in need of a shower now but the main showering stalls were down the hall and they couldn't very well walk there naked.
Just as Kurt was about to suggest they go for round three in the showers, though, a scream pierced the air causing Kurt to freeze. Their widened surprised eyes met and without a word both of them dashed out Kurt's bedroom and down the hall in the direction of the scream. As they approached the top of the stairway, though, Kurt's blood ran cold as similar wails could be heard. What was going on? The scene on the floor below was one of initial confusion for Kurt: patients and nurses were pushing and tugging on each other, some people stood silent whilst others talked rapidly in hushed tones or shouted fearfully across the main hall. Kurt then realised nurses were trying to rush patients back from the stairwell, calling for assistance or, more appropriately, back up. It was then, as the crowd became more confined, Kurt saw the man lying at the foot of the steps. It didn't take long to deduct that it was Dr Jamieson from the obvious lab coat and small yet beefy stature. It looked like he was lying in a puddle of some sort.
'Oh-!' Kurt gasped, hand coming up to clasp tightly across his mouth. His throat hitched and suddenly he found it very hard to breathe; his throat closed up and horror from the sight made his eyes water and his stomach lurch as if he might be sick.
This was not the first time Kurt had been faced with a dead body; he had been forever tainted in his childhood when he had seen his mother minutes after she passed away. His father had tried to hide it from him but Kurt had been so young and so naïve. He couldn't be sure if the sudden reminder of that day was what caused his reaction. Then again, the shiny red encircling puddle of blood around the doctor's body was sickening enough without Kurt needing a second reason to fall to the floor as his legs give way. Blaine managed to catch him before he hurt himself, and Kurt was hoisted up into the stronger boy's arms. With his head forced to the side so he couldn't see anything but Blaine's shoulder, Kurt clutched on and silently wept as his body shook. Blaine was murmuring in a soothing voice to him but he couldn't make out any of the words.
The sight of the doctor was emblazoned in his mind, burned into his memory. No matter how hard he tried, he was made to see it every time he closed his eyes. If Blaine weren't there, he'd had been inconsolable.
But Blaine is here… Everything will be okay. Blaine is here…
'And what were you and your friend doing up in your bedroom, Kurt?'
Kurt's cheeks grew hotter as he was forced to answer the direct question from the officer. 'I was with my boyfriend. What do you think we would be doing?' It was beyond embarrassing sitting in the study opposite two police officers and one of the nurses, Nurse Rosa, who looked mortified by the implication and stared at him like he was some type of hideous alien.
'Are patients typically allowed to engage in bedroom activities, Kurt?' The officer arched a brow but at least he didn't look disgusted.
´Absolutely not!' The nurse interrupted as she stomped on one foot and shook her head. 'Patients aren't supposed to be in each other's rooms and displays of affection are strictly off-'
The officer held up a hand, silencing her to a huff. 'I asked Kurt. You insisted you be present to primary patient accounts for their own wellbeing – something I allow simply because we haven't been able to bring in a specialist on short notice – but any more interfering or interrupting and I will have to ask you to leave.' The nurse pressed her lips together stubbornly. 'Now, Kurt-'
'No, we're not allowed to engage in those activities.' Kurt answered in a flash, wanting to get this over with. 'But like I said: he is my boyfriend. Rules say we aren't allowed to hold hands – if we're going to break that one we might as well break the others too. Blaine and I were together in my bedroom up until Dr Jamieson was found. We heard the screams. It looked like he tripped and fell but I wouldn't know because when it happened my boyfriend and I were otherwise occupied.'
The officer sighed tiredly, sensing Kurt's extreme discomfort with the topic of discussion. 'And how long before hearing the screams were you 'otherwise occupied'?'
'Thirty minutes or so. I had lunch, and then went upstairs to avoid getting roped into afternoon activities. Blaine joined me almost immediately after and I'm positive he came straight from the dining room.'
After jotting down keywords in a messy scribble, the officer closed his notebook and gave a curt nod. 'Thank you for answering my questions, hopefully I won't need to bother you with more anytime soon.' Feeling like he was being dismissed, Kurt awkwardly stood up and walked out into the hall. He could still feel Nurse Rosa's glaring eyes on his back until he heard the door close behind him. The air was cold, and Kurt had to go round the long way to get to the library as the hallway had been temporarily sectioned off by police tape.
'There you are,' Blaine said softly, placing his book on a nearby table as Kurt entered the room. 'How'd it go?'
Kurt walked straight into his boyfriend's outstretched arms and sunk into his lap. 'Awful. I mean, embarrassing. I had to tell them what we were doing.' Blaine hummed as he tilted his chair back and cradled him. 'Nurse Rosa was furious but I got the impression we were two of the few people in the house when Jamieson fell. I had to tell the truth or they might try to put the blame on us.'
Blaine nodded in understanding. 'I guess we'll have to be a little bit more sneaky around the nurses now, but it was for the best. Although,' Blaine sighed. 'I've been called in again.'
Kurt lifted his head to stare wide-eyed at him. 'What?' He exclaimed, 'Why? This is the second time! And you were in that room for over an hour before – what else could you possibly tell them?'
Blaine shrugged. 'Apparently one of the last conversations he had with nurses involved me. I'm guessing I wasn't spoken of in a very appealing light and they think there's this tiny window of opportunity where I might have done something.' Kurt shook his head in total disbelief. 'I know, I know… Don't worry. With you backing up my account I'm sure I'll be fine.'
And it seemed Blaine was right; later in the day when Blaine disappeared into the study Kurt only had to wait anxiously for fifteen minutes before his boyfriend returned and later that very evening there was an announcement made by one of the heads of nursing. Jamieson's terrible and untimely death was a dreadful accident no doubt caused by uneven footing at the top of the stairwell.
'It seems so crazy.' Kurt mused, picking at his waffle. Blaine looked up from his own breakfast and raised a curious brow. 'Just look around.' Blaine did. The dining hall was so quiet that the sound of a fork dropping to the floor was enough to gain everyone's attention. The room was full of patients, too, as new regulations demanded that everyone arrive and leave at the same time for all meals – no exceptions. The number of people made the hushed atmosphere all the more unsettling. 'Everyone's just so shaken up.'
Blaine gave a dejected nod and swallowed a mouthful of hash browns. 'It's to be expected. Accidents have happened here before but Jamieson has been here since Dalton opened. He was like a pillar. Seeing his body and not having him around probably messed everyone up, and it's only been a few days: people need more time to process.'
Kurt bit his lip as he couldn't help the lingering feeling that something else was amiss. He turned his gaze towards Eddie Kilpatrick a few tables down from them. The small elf of a man was one of Dalton's most extreme cases and to date Kurt had still not heard him utter a sound, never mind a word. Normally he would keep to himself and spend all his waking moments enraptured by his own fantasies and dream world yet this morning he had not taken his eyes off Kurt and Blaine. Kurt had first noticed as they had lined up to enter the dining room. It was unnerving being the object of Eddie's attention especially as his wild beady eyes were partnered with his silent yet fast-moving lips. Blaine followed Kurt's gaze and then looked back at him questionably. 'I may be imagining it,' Kurt murmured, 'But I think we've done something to upset Eddie. He won't stop staring.'
Blaine paused, turning back to confirm Kurt's words yet did not comment further.
Shit! Shit! Shit! 'Eddie – hey, Eddie!' Blaine had called, jogging up to the weedy man as he rounded the corner behind the greenhouse. Making sure they were completely out of sight before cornering him, Blaine immediately noticed the way those shoulders hunched up in a defensive manner and the way those surprised and overly-wary eyes darted his way. 'Eddie, can I have a word?' The man rambled quickly under his breath and Blaine had to lean in closer. 'What are you saying?' Eddie licked his lips furiously and began looking around as if searching for help. 'Can't be here… Standing over the body, yes he was. Can't let him talk to Eddie. Might hurt Eddie. Might send Eddie to live with the doc. Bad, bad man – kills people. Takes their things. Has the doctor's watch. Yes, he is a bad man…' Blaine's heart began beating faster and faster and despite the fact no one was around to hear Eddie, he still reached out a hand in an attempt to silence him. 'No- no, listen, Eddie-' 'Bad man,' Eddie rasped in a quiet panic. He turned and hobbled away back to the main house, leaving Blaine frozen to the spot.
A loud angered and frustrated growl escaped Blaine's throat. Aside from Jamieson's intentions to expose him only a matter of days ago, Blaine had never been so close to being caught. This was dangerous. Sure, Eddie had gone unnoticed over the last few days and the man did not have an ounce of common sense left in him for him to knowingly come forward with the damning account, but eventually someone would overhear him. Eventually someone would notice he was being stranger than normal and muttering to himself. Kurt for one had noticed something wasn't right and it only took one person to be within earshot of Eddie for just the right couple seconds and –Bam! – the truth would be out.
Blaine could not allow himself to take such a risk. He had worked harder for Kurt than he ever had done for people in the past and he had never been so enraptured by another human being before; there was no way he was losing it all by just hoping Eddie remained silent. Eddie was a loose end in need of tying.
The question was how exactly was he going to pull it off?
The door once again closed in Kurt's face. It was the fourth time this week he had requested to call home and the fourth time a nurse had ignored his pleas. His heart feeling torn and heavy, Kurt turned away and trudged down the hall, defeated. It was times like this he caught a glimpse of his old self-harming side. Being so helpless and alone could feel too painful for living to be worth it. It were times like these he really needed Blaine to take his hand and remind him he was not the pathetic waste of space he felt he was.
Kurt guessed his boyfriend would be in his bedroom or up on the third floor by the large bay window – a favourite spot of his – and made for the newly reopened stairwell. He stopped short, though, when he caught a fleeting glance of Blaine down the opposite corridor. He hurried to catch up but by the time he reached the hallway and looked up and down Blaine was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't a hallway Kurt ever had to use and he perhaps only ventured down it on his initial exploration of the house when he was first admitted. Most rooms seemed like storerooms or cupboards but there were far too many doors to choose from that Kurt decided to go wait upstairs. Blaine was bound to come looking for him soon, anyway.
After nearly three hours of waiting, Kurt grudgingly left Blaine's room and snuck into his own before any nurses caught him being out of bed after lights out.
'Eddie, please just hold still a minute...' Nurse Annie almost begged as the pyjama-clad man wrestled his arm out of her grasp in order to scratch his nose. Stray strands of blonde hair fell from Annie's bun and only irritated her further. She managed to conceal her frustration just barely. Eddie was the last patient she had to see to before officially retiring to bed for the night. Lights out had been called minutes earlier and normally all patients were given their meds long before now but with the death of Jamieson - Annie shivered at the thought - staff were more strained than ever and Annie herself had fallen behind. 'Please, just hold still for me for just one second.' Eddie complied, although probably not deliberately. Taking the opportunity, Annie inserted the needle and delivered the shot. Eddie suffered from severe hallucinations and needed a safe dose of sedatives before bed to stop him from harming himself or others during the night. 'There we are...'
Eddie turned round and glanced at his arm where the small puncture wound was cleaned and covered with a bandaid. Not all nurses were as careful with him as Annie was, and for a moment he understood enough to offer the young girl a morsel of a smile. Annie was taken aback but then returned the favour. Tucking him further into bed, she turned off his bedside light and walked towards the door. She bid him goodnight, something which he tried to respond to but the words were caught in his throat. He was left alone inside his dark bedroom.
The familiar work of the sedatives began to make themselves known and Eddie settled back to enjoy the few minutes of quiet peace his normally-buzzing mind would experience before sleep would take him. His peace was disturbed, though, by the creaking sound of his bedroom door opening. If Annie had returned for some reason, perhaps he would be able to say goodnight now? He opened his eyes and turned his head towards the door. Immediately he knew something was not right. From the silhouette he could tell it was a man. From his stance he could tell it was neither of the two male nurses. As the man took a couple of steps forward, Eddie could tell who it was.
Blaine smiled as he gently closed the door behind him. 'Good evening, Edward.' He murmured softly. For a few moments Blaine relaxed against the door both listening for anyone out in the hall and examining how little his fellow patient could move tucked up in bed. Before today, Blaine had never considered the type of meds others might be forced to take but guessed that for someone as troubled as Eddie, sedatives were probably a welcomed intrusion. After all, that's why Dr Jamieson had commissioned his dosage, according to the patient records Blaine had found in the private office room.
Eddie mumbled feverishly under his breath as his numbing hands fought against the bedsheets. Annie had tucked him in tight, the way he liked, but they were quickly becoming like chains across his body. Finally, he used the little strength and control he still had to toss himself off the side of the bed. It didn't work out as planned: his lower body still trapped under the sheets meant that he could only droop. He tried wriggling free but his limbs became unresponsive as the medicine worked it's magic.
Blaine smirked, slowly prowling forward like a cat. With a loud snap! The latex gloves cracked into place; obviously Blaine had to be careful of fingerprints if he wanted to avoid foolish slip ups which got him in this situation. However, he couldn't really complain as he approached the bed of his soon-to-be victim with his cock twitching in excitement inside his pants. He reached over and grasped Eddie by the hair, yanking him back into position in his bed. The man's eyes bulged as they stared up at him and his mouth opened and closed uselessly. Blaine just smiled. 'It's alright,' He whispered. 'I'm just here to give you your meds.' His hand slipped into his pocket and he pulled out three vials of liquid and one fresh needle. Eddie's limp arm was stretched out and his pyjama sleeve was pulled up. Blaine almost cooed at the tiny band aid gracing his bicep. It was gently peeled back until he could see the puncture hole. 'There you are...'
'N-nyn-!' Eddie gurgled, but he was ignored.
Blaine inserted one vial into the needle and gradually leaned over him. 'I did my research, Edward.' He murmured, hovering the needle over the hole. 'When it comes to this level of sedative, one dose makes for a good night sleep. Two, you'll need medical attention rather quickly. Here it is.' He pushed down on the needle and the fluid slid into Eddie's arm. Blaine grinned. Another vial was attached. 'Three? They call that an extreme overdose. Death.' He pushed down again, and the contents were gone. Eddie's tear-filled eyes couldn't even blink but he could feel the burning in his veins. He knew what had been done. 'But I like to be safe than sorry.' Blaine whispered those last words in Eddie's ear as he strapped in the third and final vial. For reasons only known to Blaine, he took his time using his glove-clad hands to pin down Eddie's lifeless hand and slowly - slowly - pumped the last of the liquid into the other man's veins. Then, in a twisted fashion, carefully pulled the band aid back over the hole, easing down the edges until it looked just as he had found it.
Eddie's face was losing colour at an alarming rate, not that it bothered Blaine at all. Instead, he propped himself up on the bed and leaned over him. 'I also know a fair bit about the human body...and how it copes with too much substance in it's system. For example...did you know that panicking only makes it worse? And that in these last few minutes your body will be working almost three times as hard as it ever has done? A futile attempt to safe itself.' Blaine glanced down as the patient's frame began to shake. 'See? All of this is involuntary. If only you could tell me what you feel...' He smirked as Eddie's eyes became bloodshot. 'Tell me about the pain... Tell me you want it to end.' It was now not apparent if Eddie was breathing or not, as choking noises escaped his mouth and his limbs jerked back and forth. Blaine quickly moved to straddle him. The thrashing of hips caused Blaine to moan; he pinned Eddie down by his shoulders and grinded back into him all the while imagining it to be Kurt beneath him. Poor, sweet, innocent Kurt...
Blaine could not be sure when Eddie finally passed away. In all honesty, he had been too caught up in his own dreamworld in which he had Kurt choking quite literally on his dick. The image of Kurt's feeble arms trying to fight him off as he gags and begs for mercy and help only intensified with the very real writhing body which was now lying still and motionless. Blaine came, the insides of his briefs feeling hot and sticky in the aftermath. He carefully lifted himself off of Eddie's lifeless body and panted as he gathered up his items, piling them into his pocket. It had been a risk, using the man as a sex object in his dying moments, but he had fortunately left no trace of himself behind. After taking a mental photograph of the scene, Blaine quietly let himself out of the room and snuck back to his own.
A.N. Initially I was going to have Eddie's death occur off-screen, if you know what I mean, but I guess even I was interested to know how Blaine would be finally killing someone and being able to take a moment to enjoy it. It also serves as a reminder that as much as he is falling for our precious Kurt he is still a sadistic monster at heart. But will Kurt allow his head to overrule his heart when he's forced to question Blaine's excuses in the next chapter? What do you think? Review please!
