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Alright, you get a huge clue at the end of this chapter. Seriously, a huge one, but only if you pay attention.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Haunted" by Taylor Swift, and yes, I did change the lyrics a bit so they'd fit with the situation. Why don't I write my own lyrics to songs? I already do. And even though I mentioned I don't own the Doctor, I didn't mention I don't own the show, so here it is: I don't own "Doctor Who" in either of its incarnations. And for those of you wondering why this isn't listed as a crossover, it's because the Doctor has only appeared twice in eight chapters. If this were a show, he wouldn't even be listed as a guest star. Crossovers generally have two fandoms SHARING a story, and Glee dominates this one, so DW gets pushed to the side.
Chapter VIII: Haunted
Blaine had never met Sue Sylvester. Oh, sure, he had heard horror stories of the woman (anyone who knew what cheerleading was would also be familiar with her name) but he had never actually seen her in person. Judging by the looks on every face when he entered Glee Club the day after getting Terri the not-nurse fired, he really didn't want to. Of course, it was too late now.
A week later, he realized he actually kind of liked having Sue in the club. It mean that there were now two instructors hell-bent on getting the teenagers' approval.
"Anything?" Will asked desperately when no one offered thoughts on what they should perform at Sectionals. "Any music in particular that you guys want to do?"
Mercedes raised her hand. "Could we maybe try something a little more black?"
"I agree," the decidedly not-black Kurt sighed. "We do an awful lot of showtunes."
Blaine was about to comment on the ironic hypocrisy of the statement (and probably lose his boyfriend yet again) when Rachel flew into a frenzy. "It's Glee Club," she snipped, "not Crunk Club."
"Don't make me take you to the carpet!" Mercedes said threateningly.
Sensing the fight about to break out, Mike raised his hand. "I can pop and lock," he said eagerly.
"Not really what we're going for, Mike," said Will, for lack of anything better to say, "but noted!"
"Hey, Kurt," Blaine caught his boyfriend's attention, "do you want to do a duet?"
"That depends," Kurt sniffed. "What song?"
"How about Taylor Swift? W-one of my friends loves her about as much as I love Katy Perry," Blaine suggested.
Kurt pretended to consider this. "Alright," he nodded before raising his hand. "Mr. Schue, Blaine and I would like to sing a duet together for Sectionals."
It was a sign of how desperate Will was that he didn't even argue.
Unfortunately, the next time the boys went to class, Sue was there.
"The following students," she read off a piece of paper from her clipboard, "have been selected for a special elite Glee Club called 'Sue's Kids!'"
"Uh, Sue, you do know that dividing up the club is against Sectionals rules, right?" Will challenged confidently.
Sue whipped out a copy of The Show Choir Rule Book and read, "Provision Fourteen, Addendum Two: Twelve members must perform for each team. However, not all members must perform every song."
"Fine!" Will threw his hands into the air. "Go ahead and take all the football players and your Cheerios."
Sue didn't even deign to answer him, preferring to call out, "Santana! Wheels! Gay kid! Asian! Other Asian! Half Asian! Aretha! And Shaft!" Santana, Artie, Kurt, Tina, Mike, Blaine, Mercedes, and Matt walked over to her tentatively, as if they were wary of stepping on live land mines the whole way.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Will spat.
"I wouldn't kid about this," Sue smirked and walked closer. "Maybe that's your problem—bigotry is no laughing matter."
"And that's how Sue sees it," Santana held up her hand in a C shape.
Sue turned to Santana with a bright smile. "Outstanding," she cheered.
Will was unable to do more than shake his head. Kurt and Blaine turned to each other for a second before stepping forward.
"We would like to practice our duet," they said together.
"I'm k-k-k-kind of nervous," Tina stuttered.
"I wasn't even sure if I should show up for this," Artie agreed. "I mean, it's our first rehearsal session with Sue Sylvester."
Mercedes shook her head. "I'm sure it'll be great, guys," she said reassuringly.
Behind her, Sue came in with what looked like the entire marching band, if the entire marching band played horn, in their fedora-y glory. "While I was lying awake thinking of ways to butter my bread with Will Schuester's hair, I thought of a song I believe will speak to the frustration you all felt under his failed leadership." She nodded at Matt, Mike, and Blaine to pass out sheet music.
Mercedes stepped forward to take the lead, Mike and Matt popped and locked to their hearts' content, Santana and Tina harmonized as usual, and Blaine and Kurt drove to Kurt's house to practice their duet. Or make out. Same thing, really.
[Smut warning!]
"Kurt, you're beautiful," he said, trailing kisses all around Kurt's neck. When he ran out of neck to kiss, he lifted Kurt's fuzzy angora sweater, then his shirt, over the boy's head and let Kurt do the same to his clothes.
Kurt blushed and drew away. "I can't believe you said that," he whispered shyly. Between kisses, he kept throwing out stilted phrases of warning. "If the anyone," kiss, "walks in," moan, "on us," shiver, "we're screwed."
Blaine stopped and Kurt made a sound of protest at the loss of kiss-age. "Well, looks like we'll just have to be screwed before they find us," he said with a wicked grin.
Kurt gave a gasp—whether in surprise or pleasure, Blaine couldn't tell—and slowly unzipped his jeans. Blaine let out a sound rather like a groan, palming his erection through his jeans. "Look, Kurt," he said when he regained his powers of speech, "you're very passionate. Let's see what that passion can do to both of us."
Kurt kissed Blaine this time. It wasn't the tentative kiss Blaine had expected from him, as if Blaine was going to be taken from him at any second. This was a full-body kiss, bold and seductive, their chests pressed together, one of Kurt's legs between Blaine's, Kurt's hands on Blaine's head and face, the touches setting him on fire. Blaine slowly eased Kurt's so-tight-they-might-as-well-be-painted-on jeans down. Kurt gasped when the cool air hit his legs, and then Blaine's hands claimed them as his tongue sought out Kurt's nipples. Kurt closed his eyes, body responding to the conflicting sensations. Wet and dry, soft and rough, hot and…hotter.
"Are you sure your dad's not going to be home for two hours?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded vigorously. "Blaine, please reattach your mouth to my body."
Blaine didn't want to do this halfway. If he was going to be Kurt's first time, he wanted to blow Kurt's mind. And he would start by kneeling on the floor, kissing Kurt's stomach while he slowly removed Kurt's underwear. Then he rolled them off Kurt's hips and pulled them down to the floor while his mouth followed, placing kisses one by one down the outside of Kurt's thigh. He kissed Kurt's feet, and the countertenor was startled at the jolt of lust he felt when Blaine licked his ankles. The anticipation, Blaine's slow-moving mouth, and the hands moving up and down Kurt's legs never stopped. Nor did he want them to.
Kurt had never been physically intimate before, no matter how much he might have wanted to be. He hadn't know this was what he was missing, but now that he did, he knew he had never craved anything more than he craved Blaine at this moment.
Blaine sensed the shift from romance to passion and began to kiss the inside of Kurt's thighs as the legs spread, seemingly of their own volition. Blaine's hands reached under Kurt, held his butt, and began to knead, fingers getting closer and closer to his hole. Kurt started to buck, just as eager for Blaine to explore him as Blaine was to do the exploring. Incapable of conscious thought, Kurt barely managed to open the drawer on his vanity. Apparently, being the son of a mechanic had its benefits, like a constant supply of lubricant.
Blaine was sure to rub plenty on his fingers before he slowly slid one in. Kurt's hands fisted on the comforter, and drew in his breath. "Do three," he murmured. Well, he tried to, anyway. It probably came out with less coherency and more cursing.
"You sure?" Blaine's voice was strained but concerned.
"Blaine, do it or die."
Blaine chuckled and suddenly he slid two more fingers in. Kurt couldn't exhale, couldn't breathe, couldn't think for the sudden surge of pleasure. He was closer than he'd ever been and wasn't sure how life could get any better than this.
Then Blaine's fingers found his sweet spot. Kurt went from simmer to boil so fast, he didn't even have time to bite back a cry as his orgasm exploded. He couldn't muster up the energy to do more than lie there and pant as Blaine pulled out with an unpleasant squelch and tried to muffle his groan as he curled up a little too late.
Kurt noticed Blaine's rock-hard penis through the boy's jeans and somehow managed to lean over and kiss the tip. Apparently, that was all it took. Blaine's entire body shuddered uncontrollably until he was lying next to Kurt.
"We need to do that again," Kurt said when he could speak again.
Blaine grunted in agreement, still not entirely capable of speech.
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The good mood brought on by their post-orgasm bliss didn't completely dissipate until the boys sat down in front of Will's remaining Glee Club members to listen to "No Air." Blaine winced as soon as Finn got to the stage, and Kurt noticed.
"What's wrong?" he leaned over and whispered.
"Why is Finn singing the part of someone who was arrested for beating his girlfriend?" Blaine leaned over and whispered back.
Kurt looked at Blaine carefully. The tenor seemed tense. Unbidden, the words Blaine had spoken a few days ago in the bathroom came to mind. Kurt thought it sounded like his father had beaten him when he came out. Perhaps he should be worried.
"Hey, Blaine," Kurt reached out his hand, "you know you can tell me anything, right? If someone's bothering you, you can come to me and I'll do everything I can to fix it, alright?"
Blaine nodded and buried his face in Kurt's collarbone. He felt a hole he hadn't known was in his heart fill up with love, not all of the way, but enough for him to know what it was and what it could do. Enough for him to feel like maybe, this time, he could fix things.
Then Sue burst through the doors to the auditorium and Blaine reflexively covered his ears when she began shouting at Will.
"Is there a fire?" Finn asked. Blaine carefully uncovered his ears, fearing Sue.
"No," Sue replied sharply, "and that's the point. There is no fire." She shook her head. "It's sad enough that my Sue's Kids are living in squalor and probably on food stamps-" Mercedes' comment that her father was a dentist went ignored "-but for you to drag them in here and bore them to death? I won't stand for it. Come on, kids, out. We're going for Coneys!"
"What are-?"
"Hot dogs," Kurt answered Blaine's question before he could finish asking it.
Suddenly, Will began to yell again, and Blaine covered his ears, biting his lip because whimpering in public would probably draw too much attention. He closed his eyes and swallowed when Sue yelled back, and when Kurt noticed that his boyfriend was shaking, he stood up and bellowed, "Enough!" Everything stopped.
"If I wanted to hear Mom and Dad fight, those of us who still have two parents would just stay home on payday," Kurt reprimanded, lifting Blaine up so they could leave in the most attention-grabbing way possible.
"Kurt's right," Mercedes stood up in solidarity. "Glee club is supposed to be fun," she agreed, "and furthermore, I don't like this minority business. I may be a strong, proud black woman, but I'm a lot more than that. I'm out," she started to head for the door.
"M-m-m-me, too!" Tina moved next to Mercedes. The four could hear Rachel call out for uprising behind them.
"Fellow Glee Clubbers, it would be an honor to show you how a real storm-out is done! I encourage you to follow my lead."
Kurt scowled when the football players carried Artie and his wheelchair up the stairs. He wanted some time alone with Blaine to figure out what had happened. But as everyone began talking, he could tell that the already-frightened Blaine took even the cacophony of their friends' voices as shouting and began to tremble, pressed as closely to Kurt as he could. Unable to think of another way to comfort him, Kurt began to sing.
"You and I walk a fragile line. I have known it all this time, but I never thought I'd live to see it break.
It's getting dark and it's all too quiet, and I can't trust anything now.
And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake.
Oh, I'm holding my breath, won't lose you again. Something's made your eyes go cold.
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out.
Something's gone terribly wrong. You're all I wanted.
Come on, come on, don't let me like this. I thought I had you figured out.
Can't breathe whenever you're gone, can't turn back now, I'm haunted."
Blaine looked up at him, wanting more than anything to tell the truth, but he didn't know how to say it in a way that wouldn't bring up a flash of fury in Kurt's eyes and make him go on a rampage that would undoubtedly leave him dead at his father's hands. Just thinking of it made him think so vividly of a rapidly expanding pool of blood that he could smell it like it was Sunday.
"Stood there and watched you walk away, from everything we had.
But I still mean every word I said, to you.
You can try to take away my pain and you just might make me smile.
But the whole time I'm wishing he could be like you instead.
Oh, I'm holding my breath, won't see you again. Something keeps me holding on to nothing.
I won't, I won't, I won't leave you like this. I thought I had it figured out.
Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted.
I won't, I won't, I won't leave you like this. I thought I had it figured out.
Can't breathe whenever you're gone, can't turn back now, I'm haunted."
Blaine and Kurt pressed their foreheads together as an orchestra played in their heads. Their hands fumbled toward each other's, but couldn't seem to meet at the right time.
"I know. I know. I just know. You're not gone, you can't be gone, no.
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had it figured out.
Something's gone terribly wrong, won't finish what's been started.
Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had it figured out.
Can't breathe whenever you're gone, can't go back, I'm haunted. Oh."
Kurt continued to sing as the music and his heart rate began to wind down.
"You and I walk a fragile line. I have known it all this time."
Blaine started to press Kurt closer, hoping to distract him with his voice somehow.
"Never thought I'd see it break, never thought I'd see it-"
"No!" Kurt pushed Blaine away. "Blaine, whatever this is, we have to talk about it!" Kurt said insistently. "You're not happy, I can tell."
Blaine swallowed and it seemed to be forever before he nodded. It was time to start changing things around here.
"The violence gets worse tomorrow night," said Mike.
"That bastard!"
"Why do you care? He's not your son," Mike was curious
"He's Blaine, and Blaine is my son, even if he's not. Now, how much time do we still have?"
Mike closed his eyes and concentrated. "Not enough for what you want to do," he sighed.
Okay, giant clue for you guys. Seriously, giant clue up there. ^
Next time, we see what happens when Blaine has to choose between football and Glee Club (hint, it's not what you think he's going to pick. Then again, I can't read your mind, so maybe it is). Also, we see Mike and Blaine's mother of another...self, I guess, interact when they have clashing ideas. Also, the Doctor gets really, really pissed at her. All WILL be revealed, don't worry.
