Night and Day, yay! (just because I felt like rhyming something.)
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm hoping this gets uploaded before Saturday, because I've got lots of free time, which equals writing time. Yay again! *This did not get uploaded before Saturday. This didn't get finished before Saturday. And today is not even close to Saturday. Je suis désolé. (I'm sorry.)
This chapter has some content I've never written about before and never thought I would, so I hope it goes all right. Well, it's kinda, rape, to say it bluntly, but I didn't go into detail. Don't worry, it's not anything that should be rated M. If it's a trigger, just stop where the flashback begins (the line thingy in the middle).
And yup, I just had to put Sebastian in here. He's such an awesome villain!
Thank you PCJC24, letssettheworldonfire, Jellyfisher2, HelloAgainMissDare, and a very klex loving (who said I was "god"? Or did you mean good? Haha :P) for your reviews! You guys are all really sweet!
I don't own Glee!
When Kurt woke up the next morning, he was surprised to see that it was still dark outside. His room was completely pitch-black and he couldn't make out a thing.
"Ugh," he groaned, rubbing at his eyes.
There was a startled yelp and his room appeared to move, taking the darkness with it. Blinking, Kurt sat up, pushing his messed-up hair away from his face.
Blaine was standing at the foot of his bed, with a shiny, unused guitar that belonged to Kurt in his arms and a sheepish look on his face. He had been reaching over Kurt, blocking the Light's vision with his black t shirt. "Hi, Kurt," he said, cradling the guitar.
"Blaine, you startled me! And you can't just come bursting in like that every time, my dad could've come in and seen me," Kurt scolded, though his eyes were smiling. "And what are you doing with that guitar?"
"Well, I was going to play a little until you woke up." Blaine smiled brightly as he hooked the strap over his shoulder and fiddled with the strings.
"I would have loved to hear, but it hasn't been tuned for a long time—it will sound horrible. I was meaning to learn how to play, but I chose to go with singing instead," Kurt said, reaching for the guitar and stroking its smooth surface. "I didn't know you were a musician, Blaine."
"I picked up a few chords. When I was younger, I thought having a job as part of the live music at a bar would give me a place to stay and some money—bar owners are rich," Blaine explained.
"Are you still working there?" Kurt asked.
The Dark shook his head, looking down at his hands as he shifted nervously. "No… I had to leave, um, I got fired."
"Fired?" Kurt pressed on, wanting to know more. "Why?"
Blaine took in a deep breath. "I kind of… well, I–Kurt, I want to tell you something. It's about the nightmare."
"Your nightmare?" Kurt sat on the edge of his bed, chin propped in his hands as he looked up at Blaine, waiting for him to continue. "Well, I'm here to listen."
"Okay." Blaine felt tendrils of hesitation creeping up and making him want to be quiet, keep it to himself like he had these past two years. What would Kurt think of him?
"Blaine?" Kurt tapped on the Dark's arm questioningly. "Are you okay? You don't have to tell me if it will hurt you too badly."
He had to tell Kurt. He couldn't let it live in his head and haunt him forever.
"First of all, I was kicked out of my job at the bar because—because I murdered the lead singer."
The words came out in a rush, whooshing out in a single breath.
"Murdered?" Kurt stood and stared at Blaine in shock, eyes widening so much Blaine could see the whites around his blue irises. "You murdered someone? You killed them?"
"Kurt, I had to—" Blaine began, but Kurt just continued staring at him, slowly backing away until he was against the wall.
"You took away someone's life? That's just awful, Blaine—"
"He took away mine," Blaine cried back. The tears pooled in his eyes and Kurt fell silent.
After a little while, he spoke.
"But you're not dead." The words were skeptical, but the second he heard them Blaine rushed to explain.
"I didn't mean that literally, Kurt, I just—he did something to me. Something I'm not sure you'd understand." Blaine let his legs give way and he sat down, wringing his trembling hands.
"Why wouldn't I understand, Blaine, of course I would," Kurt pressed, gazing at Blaine with a concerned expression on his face. "Trust me."
With a nod, Blaine dove back into his memories, sinking deeper and deeper through all the shallow, worthless thoughts and going straight to the bottom.
Fifteen-year-old Blaine jumped off the dimly-lit stage as the crowd cheered. It was drunken applause, but applause all the same. He swung his old guitar over his shoulder as he disappeared behind the stage with the rest of the band, getting ready to play another song in a few minutes.
"Great job today," Sebastian called over as he came over, mopping his sweaty brow with a towel. Blaine nodded, smiling his appreciation as he glanced into Sebastian's green eyes. "You're amazing on the guitar, Blaine."
"And you at singing," Blaine responded, blushing a little as Sebastian reached out to tuck a loose curl away from his face.
"Yeah…" Sebastian looked away for a moment, and then met Blaine's gaze again. "Do you want to go outside for a little bit? Talk, maybe?"
"We're playing in a few minutes," Blaine replied dubiously as he set down his guitar.
"It will only be a little while, Blaine. Come on, for me?" Sebastian said silkily, putting a hand on Blaine's lower back as he guided them out the back door.
Blaine shivered as they headed out into the cold night. He could smell alcohol from the bar, ashes from fires, and Sebastian's overpowering cologne. "What do you want to talk about, then?"
Sebastian smiled slyly and shut the door behind them, leaving them in solitude. "Let's not talk," he said softly, leaning forwards until Blaine was backed up against the wall. "Maybe we could do something else."
Blaine smelled beer on Sebastian's breath. The other boy's eyes were glassy and he was breathing hard as he pressed against Blaine—and was that an erection against his thigh?
Nervous, Blaine tried to straighten up, but the taller Dark blocked his way. "Uh… did you bring us out here to—to practice? B-because I think the acoustics a-are better inside…"
"No. Silly Blaine," Sebastian chuckled as he tilted his face closer to Blaine's. "I brought us out here… so that we could be alone."
His lips caught Blaine's in a fierce kiss, one that had too much teeth and too much tongue. Blaine gasped for breath, tensing up, and Sebastian's hands snaked onto his wrists, holding them with an iron grip.
"Sebastian, let me go right now. I don't want to do this with you," Blaine snapped.
A hard, icy glint came to Sebastian's eyes. "Don't struggle," he said softly. "You wouldn't want to do that."
Suddenly, a razor-sharp point cut into Blaine's arm, and he let out a startled cry of pain as warm blood began to drip down his arm.
Sebastian pulled the knife away and wiped it on Blaine's jacket, smearing the bright red drops onto the leather. "Are you going to keep struggling? Because I could do a whole lot more than that."
Tears pricked Blaine's eyes and he shook his head rapidly, forcing himself to hold still as possible as Sebastian removed his jacket and shirt. The second the icy night breeze hit his bare torso, he jerked in surprise. "Sebastian!"
"Don't move," Sebastian hissed as the knife point found its way deep into Blaine's other arm. "And don't say one word."
It hurt like hell, but Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and stifled the cries of pain that were bubbling up inside of him. By now, one of the other boy's hands had found their way to Blaine's throat and was gripping tightly, choking almost all the air out of him and leaving just enough room for a tiny thread of oxygen to trickle through.
Thankfully, Sebastian abandoned the knife on the ground and got to work on Blaine's pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them down.
What the—! Blaine let out a gasp as the other boy tossed away the clothes, running a hand up Blaine's thigh lightly. "You know you want this, Blaine," Sebastian whispered, voice thick and husky as he placed a leg between Blaine's.
No, I don't, I don't want this, please let me go! Blaine cried silently as the burning began, starting from a low heat in his stomach and raging into a wildfire, swallowing him up and scorching his body.
Sebastian let out a wild, guttural sound as he violated Blaine, tearing him apart as easily as a sheet of paper. Blaine couldn't do anything but close his eyes and let the tears fall, stinging his cold skin as his back was rubbed raw against the bar's rough brick exterior.
Now he was just like the rest of the Darks, dirty and used, just another toy for someone to play with. He was only another guy, here to meet someone's demands.
No. I'm not. I'm different.
I don't need this.
The second after Sebastian loosened his grip on Blaine's wrists, the younger boy shoved him away as hard as he could, sending him stumbling back drunkenly. Sebastian snarled and made a move for the knife, but Blaine spotted him and dove for it, closing his fingers around the handle.
"You're mine. You can't run away," Sebastian growled, speech slurring as he slowly rose to his feet. Blaine jumped away from him, gripping the knife tight as he could.
"I'll never be yours."
Fire rose in Sebastian's eyes and he took a step forward.
"Don't make a move—I've got the knife now," Blaine warned him, grabbing his wrist and twisting it as he carefully carved a few bright red lines into Sebastian's skin as a reminder.
"Y-you," Sebastian gasped, jumping away from Blaine and yanking his bleeding arm away. Blaine allowed him to go—he wouldn't get far.
"Sebastian," Blaine said calmly as he closed what was left of the distance between Sebastian and him, "I'd tell you to never touch me again."
Sebastian glared at him, breathing getting shallower and shallower as he opened and closed his mouth.
"But you couldn't, anyways," Blaine continued casually, "because you're dead."
With anger that burned white-hot, he sent the point of the knife flying through Sebastian's heart, knuckles snow-white as he drove the wound deeper and deeper, arm muscles straining.
"You," Sebastian repeated, his voice rough and breathy. His knees gave out and he sank to the ground, one hand pressed over the wound, which was steadily pulsing out blood.
"Yeah. Me," Blaine replied softly, watching Sebastian's hand fall away from his wound as his whole body slumped. He met the dying boy's eyes, and the sight instantly haunted him.
Even though he was dead, Sebastian's pine-green eyes were still flashing. The light was slowly slipping away, but it was there.
Blaine shivered softly. Throwing the bloody knife to the ground, he reached for his clothing, slipped it on over the blood and grime that was covering him, and left, leaving Sebastian crumpled on the ground outside the bar.
A/N: I hope that was all right! And I know it was very short… I didn't really want to end the chapter here but that's all I could get up before I leave tomorrow. (See below.)
And as if I'm not bad enough at updating, I may not be able to update anything for two weeks. I'm going to Hong Kong for winter break, and though I'll have computer access there, I have lots to do there so I might not get anything done. I'll try my best though!
If I don't see you guys before this, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Hope you guys have great holidays and give and get plenty of awesome presents! (:
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