A/N: New Chapter. For those of you who don't like Finn or Rachel, you'll be happy to know there is some Finchel bashing in this one, for those of you who do, then... Well what can I say... It's part of the story, and it ain't changing... The poll on my profile will be open until the 22nd, so please, to those of you who are reading this story, please cast a vote, before it closes... most likely by the next chapter upload... Thanks for all your alerts and whatnot, and reviews... JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.
Chapter Ten: The one with the Betrayal
Their win at Regional's had the Warblers on a high. Wes and David had relaxed a little on the reigns with Warbler practices, and song choices, and their house common room was always filled with people, numerous parties being thrown in celebration. Of course, Kurt and Blaine chose to celebrate in their own special way, spending time alone together, the way they used to before the attack and everything else happened. There had been no contact between Kurt and the New Directions members since they had tied at Regional's. Rachel had tried to talk to Kurt, but he was ignoring her calls, and dodging her visits. Finn wasn't much better. He and Rachel were going through a rough patch, and he was always complaining about her to his step-brother, who was getting rather sick of talking about Rachel Berry. It's even in his therapy sessions with Kurt that Finn brings up Rachel and his own problems... Dr. Paul tries to ignore the boy, but Kurt relents and just stops talking, which isn't helping at all. Blaine knows his boyfriend will never ask Finn to not go to a session. They just got their relationship back... But just because his boyfriend won't ask, doesn't mean he won't take it upon himself to.
To: Finn Hudson
Hey, can you meet me at the Lima Bean for lunch. Need to talk to you about something. Much appreciated Finn.
From: Blaine Anderson
Kurt looked over at his boyfriend, quirking an eyebrow as Blaine returned his phone to his bag, out of sight of Kurt. Blaine just flashed his "million dollar grin" and returned to his homework. They were halfway through their math equations when Blaine's phone buzzed with a message. Kurt didn't look up at him this time, keeping his focus on his homework...
To: Blaine Anderson
Sure thing buddy... I might be late though. The Misses is having another tantrum. Shouldn't be any later, than one o'clock
From: Finn Hudson
Blaine sighed. He's heard enough about Rachel over the last month to last him a lifetime. It's their senior year, why can't they just... stop worrying about relationship dramas and focus on things that actually matter, like Kurt's well being, and making sure the boy is taking his meds and attending his sessions, which Blaine knows Kurt feels excluded in now, ever since Finn started talking about Rachel all the time. The silence between the two boys was excruciatingly painful... Blaine was used to asking Kurt for help, but his boyfriend had his fist clenched on the table in front of him, so tight, that it was a while colour, and Blaine didn't feel like being punched in the face at the moment... This would be one of the times, he realised that he doesn't really fancy math as a subject, or an overall topic.
'Do you need help with something babe? You're staring off into space again,' Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand
'Actually, I could use help with this equation...' Blaine said, passing the piece of paper over to Kurt, who smiled and wrote something down
'It's rather simple Blaine... Kurt + Blaine = Klaine. How could you not know that? You do need my help,' Kurt joked, tossing the piece of paper back at his boyfriend, and smiling
'I know it's simple, I just wanted to see if you could answer it... But seriously, I still need your help... I'll make it up to you?' Blaine said, kissing Kurt's cheek, as his boyfriend shook his head, and leaned over to help
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At one, Blaine arrived at the Lima Bean, spotting the large quarterback he was meeting, sitting at a table in the corner of the cafe. Blaine ordered a drink, then made his way over to Finn, who was waving to him to let him know where he was... as if Blaine couldn't see him... the tenor sat down, smiling once, before resting his hands on the table. If he was going to do this, he couldn't let his emotions or guilt get in the way. He'd promised himself mentally that he would talk to Kurt before approaching Finn, but he'd never had the chance. This being because their math study sessions, usually turn into make-out sessions, which doesn't really help the situation at all. Finn was babbling on about Rachel... typical...can't the guy think of anything else? Isn't he a friend of Puckerman's? Don't they have COD tournaments? Can't he think of that... or even football, at least that's a conversation I can engage in... But Rachel? Blaine thought, sipping his coffee and nodding every once in a while to show Finn he was "listening" to what he was whining about. By one thirty (yes, Finn had spent the whole time talking about Rachel), Blaine was fed up. He didn't mean to snap at the boy, he knew it would get back to Kurt, but he was so tired of listening to Finn praise Rachel, that he kind of lost it... Blaine stood, slamming his hands down on the table, and leaning in close to Finn's face... it had been the most intimidating moment of his life, but it seemed to knock some sense into the rather daft, if not secretly genius, boy...
Blaine had spoken sternly to Finn, that he was no longer required to attend Kurt's sessions, and that should he want one for himself, he could call Dr. Paul to arrange a meeting. Finn looked taken aback, like someone had told him he'd lost his football scholarship to OSU. Blaine didn't care. He was on a roll, telling Finn politely that he was no longer needed to attend, and that he should spend some time working on his relationship with Rachel, rather than his relationship with Kurt, which would most likely take a blow if he ever found out about this... Finn nodded, and visibly gulped, before sinking back into the chair, and crossing his arms. Blaine sat back down, looking around at the cafe, which had gone silent when he'd started speaking sternly to Finn. Quickly, both boys stood, and practically ran out to their respective cars, shaking hands to let each other know everything was okay between them and Kurt and that Finn would see Kurt tomorrow night for their dinner. One crisis down, three million more to go... Blaine thought, climbing into his car, and resting his head against the steering wheel, gathering his emotions and thoughts. Had he looked up at that moment, he would have seen Jesse, smirking at the scene which had just unfolded in front of him... but as it would be, Blaine didn't, and when he did look up, Jesse was gone. Blaine's drive back to Dalton was lonely and silent... lost in thought...
Wes was holding court in Sanchez House common room (the boarding house for the Warblers) when Blaine arrived back at school. Kurt was rubbing his temples, eyes closed, sitting straighter than nails. Cameron and Thad had taken to having a silent conversation with each other, Emmanuel and Elijah were mimicking Wes, making David, Nick and Trent stifle laughs, whilst Jeff and newcomer Iain sat in the far corner of the room, rolling their eyes, and talking softly. Blaine sat beside Kurt, placing a hand on his boyfriend's knee, and when Kurt shot him a sympathy look, but knew something was about to happen.
'Warbler Blaine Anderson... you were the last to see Mr. Bangy... He's been gavel-napped, and I need you and Kurt to find him,'
'Gavel-napped... are you fucking serious? Wesley, you've lost your mind... you're crazier than I am, and I'm taking about ten different medications... no one "gavel-napped" Mr. Bangy. He's probably right where Cameron left him this afternoon,' Kurt said, grinning
'Warbler Cameron Noons... Do you know anything about this?' Wes asked, turning his ire away from Kurt, who smirked and rested his head against the back of the couch, Blaine's hand still on his knee, a comfort in itself
'Wes, this is the stupidest excuse for a Warbler meeting you've ever held. It's so stupid, I'm falling asleep. We all love you, but seriously man, we'd rather watch paint dry, than listen to you complain about a piece of wood that doesn't have feelings, think, or talk...' David said standing and leaving the room, Wes gaping after his "bro".
Blaine physically face-palmed, and heard the twins sniggering from behind Wes. He knew what had happened; he'd been in on the plan, as had all of the Warblers. Emmanuel would "borrow" (more like steal) the gavel from Wes' room, then hide it somewhere he wouldn't think to look, whilst Elijah and Cameron worked on a ransom note... before they'd even finished it, Wes had noticed his gavel missing, and had put all of the Warblers in Sanchez house on "Gavel Alert".
Blaine Anderson's Status: You know your friends are crazy, when one of them holds a meeting, to inform everyone that his beloved gavel has been "Gavel-napped". Wesley Montgomery my friend, you've officially lost your mind... and your gavel... hehehehe
David Thompson, Cameron Smith, Emmanuel Turnstone, Elijah Turnstone, Kurt Hummel, Jeff Bradley, Nick Duval, Trent Corsecker, Thad Campbell, Iain Everton and 33 other people like this.
Comment via Jeff Bradley: S'okay Wessy, we all still love you... Well, we did, until we discovered where your gavel was hiding, and now we love it more... Woooo...
Blaine woke the next morning, to someone knocking on their dorm door. He made sure Kurt was asleep, before getting up to check who it was, only to have a package shoved in his face by some dude, who, after getting Blaine to sign, stalked off without a word. Blaine walked back into the room, tossing the package on Kurt's desk (it was addressed to his boyfriend after all), and heading into the bathroom to ready himself for the day. Tuesday is no Warbler rehearsal day, which Blaine loves, because the last five meetings have just been bludge lessons, considering they have like... two months till National's, three months till final exams... three and a half till graduation... stop thinking Blaine... shower... before Wes comes and wakes you up... he thought to himself, pulling clean underwear and uniform out of his cupboard and draws, heading into the ensuite bathroom.
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Kurt woke to the sound of the shower going, and sat up, figuring his boyfriend must have woken earlier than he did, which is strange, usually they wake up together... makes for better sex in Kurt's opinion... internally smirking as he stood, Kurt noticed the package on his desk, and walked over to it, picking it up, and flipping it over to see who the sender was. there was no way in hell that this was from his grandmother, considering he hadn't heard from her in years, and wouldn't be hearing from her any time soon. Slowly, he opened the white envelope, and a DVD and note fell onto the floor, along with a couple of pictures, and something Kurt couldn't quite put his finger on. Kurt's phone ringing through the silence knocked the counter-tenor out of his what the fuck faze, and brought him back to reality. The text from Finn was unusual, and rather blunt, but he was telling Kurt he couldn't go to the session tonight, because of his relationship with Rachel, which has become a priority in the last couple of weeks. Kurt just shrugged, replied with a simple ok, and waited for his boyfriend to get out of the shower... Or, I could just shower with him? Kurt thought, smirking as he pushed the bathroom door open, and slowly began undressing himself...
'You know Blaine, it's rather unfair that you made me wake up by myself this morning... I think you need to be punished...' Kurt said seductively, stepping into the shower
'Well, if that's what you think needs to happen Mr. Hummel, then please, by all means... punish me...' Blaine said, locking Kurt against the wall, and kissing him
'Oh, that's what needs to happen, but I can settle for this,' Kurt replied, pulling Blaine close to him, so their naked, wet bodies were touching, as the counter-tenor kissed his boyfriend fiercely...
'You're different this morning... happy almost... anything you need to tell me?' Blaine asked, pushing hair out of his boyfriend's eye
'It's one of my good days... well; right now it is... we'll see how it goes...' Kurt replied, smiling
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That thing Kurt had told Blaine about it being one of his 'good days', yeah that pretty much died when he walked into English that morning, to see all of the Warblers, the school principal, his therapist, the school councillor, Finn, Rachel and Blaine with looks of either guilt, sadness, or anger on their faces. Finn looked guilty, and Rachel looked... well pleased with something... or someone... Blaine looked as though he wanted to punch both Finn and Rachel, and Kurt noticed he was being held back by David, who was glaring at the tall counter-tenor and his girlfriend. Kurt's whole English classroom had been cleared for this, so it must be something serious. Maybe his dad finally conked it, and they had to get everyone here to tell or something... Dr. Paul asked his to take a seat, and that if at any time he's uncomfortable; they can stop and go from there... Kurt just quirked an eyebrow, but took a seat, Blaine walking over to sit next to his boyfriend... Finn hadn't moved, nor had Rachel, who looked far too please with herself, for something that looked to be serious... Dr. Paul and the other people in the room took their seats, and were joined by Quinn, Sam, Santana, Brittany, Puck and Rory moments later, before the video was started... Kurt watched the screen... obviously filmed in McKinley choir room... hasn't changed much... he thought to himself, and then he heard the voices... there were five of them... he could only make out three, but he knew for certain, there were five... Rachel, Finn, and Jesse were the three voices he could hear.
They were talking about Finn and Rachel's relationship, but the moment the other two entered the room, the conversation quickly changed... Mercedes and Tina had found a "transcript" from one of Kurt's sessions... Finn looked horrified, but didn't do anything... I don't get it... is this some kind of sick joke or something? Is Finn playing a prank of me? What the fuck is going on? Why am I not saying this out loud? Kurt thought to himself, as Blaine's grip on his hand tightened. If Kurt's relationship with Finn was on the mend, the moment he heard them listening to one of his session transcripts and laughing about it, making fun of it, it was shattered into tiny pieces now. Kurt was on the verge of tears... his step-brother, had stolen a transcript from Dr. Paul, taken it to school, played it to all of ND, laughed about it, and then given it to Mercedes, who'd shown it to Jesse and god only knows who else. Rachel was smiling widely, like this was something good for her. Kurt suddenly felt betrayed, outraged, and depressed all in one moment...
'Do you find something funny? Do you think this is funny?' Kurt asked, menacingly making his way towards Rachel
'Babe, she doesn't know what she's doing. Shhh, come on, we'll go back to Cora's,'
'TELL ME RACHEL... How could you do this to me Finn? After everything, you go and do something like this... Fuck you, fuck all of you...' Kurt replied, running out of the room
'KURT...' Blaine called, chasing after Kurt, Dr. Paul and the ex-ND members close behind...
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How could he do this to me? I don't understand... and now I'm beginning to wonder if everything I've been doing in those sessions is worth all this pain... I can see it in Blaine's eyes... it's hard for him... it's hard for everyone, and I act as though it's the easiest thing in the world... behind the mask, there's just me, no one else... I'm hurting, I'm depressed, and right now, I'm scared for my life... I want my boyfriend, and I want my father, and I want a brother and friend's who don't post videos like that on YouTube. How could they? How did Finn even get hold of that transcript? I've no one left to trust... except Blaine, and even then... No, that's not right... I can trust Blaine... I love him... and he loves me... I have proof of that... he was curled up in the corner of their dorm room when Blaine and the other's found him. The countertenor didn't look up when he heard the door open, just falling into Blaine when the boy sat down beside him... Quinn and Brittany were in tears, each being comforted by their respective others... Kurt was crying, clutching onto Blaine's blazer for dear life, his only lifeline to reality... Blaine saw the notebook Dr. Paul had given Kurt, his boyfriend's neat scrawl asking questions on the page that no one had answers to... he spotted his name a few times... Finn's name... but never their names... one of them had been in the YouTube video... Jesse got pure delight out of all of this... surely it was grounds for breaking Parole agreements... they'd all be put back in jail; this can finally be over...
Dr. Paul knelt down in front of Kurt, taking the notebook from Blaine, who was still holding the now crying boy in his arms, Kurt shaking with all the sobs escaping his body. Dr. Paul flipped through the notebook, marking pages, and furrowing his brows every so often... Puck and Rory had begun talking quietly with Wes and the principal about getting security around Sanchez house tightened. Kurt's life was spiralling out of control once more... sure, he has Blaine, and he has friends and all of that, but right now, in this moment, it's just a room filled with people staring at him, gaping like he's some kind of mental patient, or a test subject... He doesn't want that... he doesn't want any of this...Dr. Paul is talking to him, and he knows he should be paying attention, but he can't focus on the words his therapist is saying, he's more worried about trying to stop himself from doing something stupid, like trying to kill himself again... or worrying about being kidnapped, or Blaine being kidnapped... these thoughts sent more sobs through him, as he moved closer to Blaine, taking in everything that his safe haven has to offer. They just won Regional's and are going to National's, and now, he's been betrayed by his own step-brother, all because he put enough trust in Finn to let him attend, what were supposed to be, private sessions... which now the whole world knows about... He can't do this anymore... he can't deal with the pain... it has to end...
The two sat together, curled up on Cora's couch, watching re-runs of friends, and eating all the food Kurt would usually consider deathly. Blaine hadn't let go of Kurt since Dr. Paul had released them from school only two hours before, having to contact a whole bunch of people to get the video taken down off of YouTube, and then the police and family members... Kurt didn't want to be there when they brought in ND, it was hard enough knowing Rachel had been all smiles and rainbows about his problems... still public knowledge. In the last two hours, Kurt had showered three times, had barely let Blaine touch him, and flinched whenever he wasn't around. The backwards spiral was prominent, it was dangerous and if it isn't solved soon, Kurt could... Cora, Frank and Chelsea had gone to Toledo for the week to visit Frank's parents, so Kurt and Blaine, once again, had the house to themselves. Finn had tried to call, but after saving Kurt's new phone (and his own) from being thrown at a wall, he'd text the quarterback and told him to stop calling, for the sake of their phones... the ex-ND members had stopped by, Brittany in tears, wanting to come in a comfort her dolphin. Kurt had flinched when Brittany hugged him; scaring the poor girl into thinking she'd done something wrong. More tears, and promises that Kurt would text them (more likely it would be Blaine from Kurt's phone...), they left, the two boys relishing in the peace and quiet.
'Do you think they'll come after us?' Kurt asked, as Blaine chuckled at something on the TV, before turning to look at his boyfriend, all serious.
'If they do, they won't be able to get to us. There are police outside the house, and Dr. Paul is on standby. Puck and Sam should be here soon, and the school is on lockdown,' Blaine replied
'We're not at school anymore Blaine, this is a house...'
'Shhh baby, I love you... I won't let anything happen to you...' Blaine said, placing a soft kiss to his boyfriend's forehead...
He knew Kurt didn't believe him, hell if he was in his shoes he wouldn't either. Blaine didn't even know if he believed it himself... How could he right? What could he possibly do, to make sure nothing happens to either of them? He would usually go to Burt, but he can't do that, or Finn, but that's out of the question... fucking barstard. I knew letting him go to those sessions with Kurt wouldn't end well... He thought to himself, as Kurt shifted, turning so he could bury his face in the crook of Blaine neck, inhaling the scent of his boyfriend...
His hands and feet were bound in front of him, his head pounded, and he could hear voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. There were three of them... one tall and lanky, one small and thin, and one large and burly... he would have thought it was his father, had it not been for the letterman jacket the boy was sporting... he'd been prepared for this day... the day where his attackers would come back to kidnap him, and finally get their revenge for him putting them behind bars... the reason his life was so fucked up was because of them... there were four figures in the room, but the other one seemed to be in the same position as him... he couldn't make out who it was... but he didn't have to wait long to find out when the door opened, and another person was shoved into the room, stumbling before he hit the ground. Jesse, Karofsky and Sebastian left, only three in the room now, and Kurt was sure that his step-brother being tied up on the opposite side of the room had something to do with this. The third person was his boyfriend, who looked almost relieved that Kurt was still alive... even when he didn't think he'd see Blaine again...
The boy untied the ropes, pulling Kurt into him, kissing him and holding him close, like he knew how much time Kurt had or something... Jesse and the others were just getting started... this was only the beginning, but Kurt wouldn't let Blaine take the hits for him... no... This is his fight, and he'll fight until he can't anymore... if that means he has to die... then at least he knows he saved Blaine in the process... Finn, he doesn't really care what happens to him at the moment, he's still pissed off with him for the whole YouTube thing... The door to the room opens again, only this time, it's his father that walks in, and holding his rifle... there's a shot...
Kurt woke in a sweat, a small scream escaping his mouth. Blaine sat up beside him, moving so he could hug Kurt and comfort his boyfriend... a dream... it had all been a dream... Kurt thought, as Blaine peppered kisses all over his face. He'd taken to wearing a shirt to bed again, his scars from the attack still visible if you looked carefully enough, and he's already ugly enough without Blaine, or anyone else seeing his scars...
'You're alright... Shhh, it was just a dream... no one's going to shoot me,' Blaine whispered
'I hate this...'
'I know babe, but Dr. Paul says the video probably forced you to relive alot of what happened, even though you shouldn't have to,'
'I hate Finn... I just... how could he do this to me? He's meant to be my brother...'
'Some brother Kurt... he's not your brother... he's just another ND member... by the way, did I tell you what name Santana and Quinn came up with for their "group"?' Blaine asked, smiling...
A/N: Thank you to all of you who voted in the poll. It's closing soon, most likely by the next chapter, as I have put that in there, so thank you. Hope you're enjoying this story... JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.