Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
WARNING: discussion of rape/non-con. Please do not read if this bothers you!
Part 10:
Blaine pushed past both Cooper and Sebastian and ran for the bathroom; the need to vomit was very sudden and he did not want to empty his stomach on either of them. He collapsed by the toilet, nearly throwing the lid back and breaking it before leaning his head over the bowl and the puking commenced.
He didn't notice the hand that came to rest gently on his back, moving in slow, soothing circles as his stomach heaved unpleasantly.
"B, it's okay," he heard Sebastian whisper. "Everything's gonna be alright - we won't let him get away with this."
Once Blaine was sure he'd stopped vommitting, he allowed Sebastian to pull him back away from the toilet.
"I don't want you or Cooper to get hurt," Blaine groaned. "I - He said -"
"He can't hurt you," Sebastian snapped. "He can't hurt us...but you have to tell us what's been happening - what he did - we can go to the cops -"
"Cops won't do anything," Blaine hated how bitter he sounded, but it was true. The only reason anything had ever happened with Tommy in the first place was because his father's attorneys had gone above and beyond to force an arrest and hearing - only after Cooper had begged them to. "Just like last time."
"Blaine -"
"No cops!" Blaine yelled.
"Then tell me his name." Sebastian begged. "Please - I need to know."
"No you don't," Blaine whispered. "Seb just leave it alone."
"I could, but I won't, and neither will Cooper. He's waiting for us in the living room. He wants to talk."
"I can't," Blaine buried his face in Sebastian's shirt.
"You're going to have to, B."
"No I'm not."
"I'll be right there - unless you want to spend the rest of your life on the bathroom floor, that is, because I'm not moving until we go talk to him."
"I hate you."
Sebastian just rolled his eyes and helped Blaine up off the floor. He felt relieved when Blaine didn't resist him.
"Let's go."
Cooper was lying on the couch when Sebastian and Blaine entered the living room. He said nothing, but sat up and gestured for them both to sit down, which they did.
"What's his name, Blaine?"
Blaine leaned against him heavily, eyes welling with tears.
"Cooper please -"
"I'm not screwing around with shit like this, Blaine - tell me his name." Cooper actually looked like he might break something.
"It's okay." Sebastian told Blaine. "We just want to help you."
Blaine was quiet for a moment.
"Eli," he said finally. "E-Eli Connors."
Cooper's face turned white as a sheet.
"Connors?" he said hoarsely, nearly bolting off of the couch. "As in Tommy Connors?"
Blaine looked ashamed.
"Tommy's little brother." he mumbled, hiding his face in his hands. "He goes to McKinley with Sebastian and I."
"When did it start, B?" Sebastian asked quietly, wrapping one arm around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine looked confused, but Sebastian shook his head. "I know it's happened more than once. Just tell me okay?"
"After we had that fight - I - he was so upset that I screwed up his Science project and - he cornered me and - please don't make me relive it -" he looked up at Cooper pleadingly. "Please."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Cooper knelt down, placing his hands gently on Blaine's knees, but withdrew them when Blaine let out a small cry and pulled his feet up off of the floor, bending his knees and hugging them close to his chest. "Oh God - I'm sorry -"
"He said he'd kill you." Blaine said, peeking out over his knees at his brother. "Tommy said the same thing and - I - I'm sorry Coop."
Cooper leaned over and wrapped his arms carefully around Blaine, tugging him firmly against his body, causing Sebastian to let go of Blaine.
Blaine buried his face in Cooper's neck, reluctantly wrapping his arms around Cooper's shoulders.
"He's gonna pay for this, Blainey," Cooper promised, his voice thick with tears. "He will never get away with what he's done. Never."
"So he actually stuck you in therapy?"
"Yeah." Blaine stared down at his History notebook sadly. He and Sebastian were heading to first period. "I didn't want to, but it was either that or we went straight to the cops and had him arrested."
"Clearly the stupid option."
"Shut up." Blaine closed his eyes for a moment. "Look I - I promised that if he tried anything again that I would report him."
"So basically you're leaving yourself open to sexual assault. The cops would love that."
"Keep your voice down."
"Blaine, I don't like this."
"Well I don't like that you wear nothing but ratty t-shirts and dirty jeans, but I guess you'll change your wardrobe when hell freezes over." Blaine rolled his eyes. "C'mon. Bell's about to ring."
Both of them headed down the hall, neither of them noticing Jacob Ben Israel lurking in the doorway of an empty classroom, video camera in hand.
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