A.N. Hey guys, hope this uploads alright since my internet was down. Stupid UK wind, wrecking my internet! Anyway, thank you so much for your support from the last chapter; they were really helpful in helping me map out how the story is going to go. The trouble with this type of story-scenario is that there are so many options and I've come to understand different readers want different things so all I really have to go on when it comes to decisions is what you guys say – it also makes me feel more confident writing things that normally I wouldn't be brave enough to write about! I've plotted out the next five chapters which is great for me but it means the story is going to be longer than I had planned. Good? Bad? I really just wanted to include so many of the ideas I've been given. Less chance of disappointing everyone and it's really exciting for me to write about so hopefully works out for everyone. ^^
Replies (a bit lengthy, just making up for not having any in the last chapter) :
Toomii: Don't worry, I have absolutely no intention of discontinuing this story. As I said above, it's proving to be longer than I first thought. I imagined it being just a bit longer than 'I Won't Hurt You' but there's so much I want to do with it. I'll keep you guys updated but basically my plan is that I'll either write a lot, or if it makes more sense to update with shorter sections then I'll just update sooner. ^^
mental dance party: I'm right with you on that! I want Glee back now! I'm really glad you're excited about the story to that extent! XD
LiveLifeWithLove: I wish you lots of luck with your exams, and I hope you get through it okay – I know how stressful they can be! I'd also say 'Study and don't get distracted by fanfiction' but then I'd be a hypocrite haha! I'm glad the story is helping you, and it's totally not weird cause we all need odd releases from these types of things. Let me know how you get on, okay?
Alicedreamedofparadise: Waaa a new reader? Thank you so much, and CastleAddiction is one of my favourite readers so that's even better! I'm glad you find it different to others in a good way, I worry a lot that I'm only writing to please myself and that maybe it won't work for others so it's great when I get messages like yours saying that what's happening sounds believable. Don't worry, you're not the only one in love with Mr Anderson, and I try to play on the fact that lots of people want to believe his good side so much that they can understand why Kurt constantly forgives him. I'd LOVE a threequel but I'd need ideas once this one ends. ;)
TanyaUchiha:You're idea has been playing on my mind for a while, so I wouldn't rule it out altogether! It's hard to imagine Blaine being punished, since my stories pretty much give him all the power so I'll have to be creative about the ending, I think, but at this point Kurt still has a lot of feelings to experience. Whether some of them at one point is a self-deluded form of love for Blaine, who knows? XD
CastleAddiction: I'm glad I'm not the only one in two minds! I think the reasonable side of our brains tells us that if it were happening in real life it would be awful etc. but because it isn't…we allow ourselves to indulge in fantasies. XD That's my excuse anyways…glad you're still enjoying it, and I'm guessing the news that the story will be longer than planned is good news, yeah? *hopeful*
Fresh Out of Chances
There was a fox outside. Kurt was expecting it to run off when it caught sight of him, like those he caught glimpses of out in his back garden, but this one stayed. Of course it would. It wasn't in some suburban yard trying to make sense of the human world around it; it was in its home environment. Why would it run off? What would it run from? Kurt felt stupid for being so presumptuous. He lifted his hand and touched the cool glass of the window, his fingers seeming to stroke the creature as it sat staring back at him from the edge of the forest. The window itself was one of the many wall-length windows dotted around the place, and this particular one was in the hall just outside the bedroom he had spent the previous night in. It was quiet there. Then again, it was quiet everywhere but it also took in the most daylight and right now Kurt needed to believe he wasn't truly trapped. This was the best place for him. It made him feel less of a prisoner. He wasn't sure how long he stood there for - maybe a few seconds, but it was most likely longer.
Kurt stiffened when he heard the soft footsteps coming up the stairs, and he shivered as the reflection of the glass warned of the person coming up right behind him. He felt a hand grace his shoulder, and was pulled back ever so slightly against a warm chest. 'It's beautiful out here, isn't it?' A deep but quiet voice murmured. Kurt didn't respond, and his arms clung around himself tighter. The hand on him was gentle, but he knew better than to be fooled. 'Completely untouched. Beautiful and untarnished.' The voice went on – right by his ear.
Kurt resisted the urge to push the boy away but it didn't stop him tilting his head away. For some reason, the other's choice of words troubled him. It then occurred to him that Blaine had admired Kurt for being 'untouched' when they first got together, and had proceeded to call him beautiful throughout their relationship. Down to the day Kurt was put in hospital. He shivered once more and leaned towards the glass. Unfortunately, Blaine took a step closer and wrapped his arm around the smaller boy's waist to hold him in place. 'B-Blaine, stop…' Kurt's voice came out as a whisper. Blaine's lips had moved closer to Kurt's ear, close enough to kiss and gently nibble on one of his ear lobes. 'Blaine, please-' Kurt's heart began to beat faster as he tried to push down the arm around him. 'I-I don't want-'
'I know…but you will.'
Kurt's head fell forward and he tried wrestling against the window to back Blaine away from him. 'I won't! Get off me-!' His voice was cracking in his panic. Before he knew it, he was turned on the spot and his back pressed into the window.
Blaine cupped Kurt's face in his hands and sidled into him all the while shushing him in a 'soothing' way. 'Sh-sh-sh, Kurt, relax…Just let yourself-'
'No!' Kurt shouted so loud Blaine almost seemed to back off. Kurt used the chance to shove him away a little. 'Don't tell me what do you! You have no idea how hard this is without you-you-!' Kurt was now sobbing as he tried glaring at the opposing boy.
Blaine was getting over the shock and his expression turned angry and embarrassed. 'Well it wouldn't be so hard if you just gave me a fucking chance, Kurt!' He snapped back. 'That's all I'm asking for, what's so hard about that?'
'A ch-chance?' Kurt gasped before letting out a sound that almost sounded like laughter, 'Are you kidding me? You've had nothing but chances, Blaine!' Kurt wiped his eyes viciously, 'You asked me to be your boyfriend, I said yes and then you go on beating me. You say you're sorry and want another chance, and then you-you rape me! You put me in hospital!' Kurt was so upset, he didn't notice Blaine's jaw fixing and his fists clench, 'Y-you come back and ask for another chance and you destroy that by drugging and kidnapping me! Tell me, Blaine, how many more chances are you going to need before you finally get it ri-'
Kurt didn't even see it coming. The first he knew was when the side of his face hit the window. As the pain stampeded into his consciousness, he realised Blaine had punched him. He barely had time to register this or gasp before another fist impacted on his stomach, knocking the air in his lungs out of him. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath with his clinging across his belly. 'Shut the fuck up Kurt!' Blaine was yelling at him, but Kurt could barely notice. 'You keep trying to ruin it, bringing up that shit – Just stop it!'
Kurt only just managed to pull his legs up to his chest when Blaine started laying kicks on him. Fortunately for Kurt, Blaine wasn't focusing on anywhere in particular in his rage, and most of the damage was taken on my Kurt's legs. 'Blaine!' He sobbed out in pain.
Blaine's kicking ceased almost immediately, and Kurt watched in fear as he paced back and forth on the landing, occasionally punching the wall to release the anger still residing in him. Kurt whimpered at each slam, half expecting Blaine to realise he felt better aiming his blows on a real person. But he didn't. Kurt soon let out the strangled cry he had been holding back, and he cradled himself as pain coursed through him. Blaine's pacing stopped and soon he slumped by Kurt's side, pulling his strong arms around his crying love. He shushed him again, his tone gradually becoming softer and softer until Kurt could almost swear the anger was gone. Blaine rocked him into his chest and held him in place with his mouth close to Kurt's ear once more. 'Why…why do you do that?' Blaine finally starts. 'You know how I get…God, Kurt, I'm sorry…' Blaine sniffed and red hot tears tumbled from his eyes too. 'I didn't mean to-you just got me so…It's no excuse, I'm sorry,' Kurt bit his lip to stop himself making another noise. 'Y-You have to stop being unreasonable, and start seeing the big picture. I love you. I don't want to hurt you, but you don't listen. You have to forget what they told you about us back in Lima. They're wrong, they just want to poison us. We're meant to be together. You and me. We're so good for each other, you know?' Kurt managed to look up at Blaine's eyes. He was staring off into space now, wide, wet and unseeing. He stared off for a few moments longer and then looked down into Kurt's eyes. His voice was now a whisper. 'You have to stop torturing me for what I've done. I know…I know I was wrong before, but now…everything I do I do because I love you.'
Kurt said nothing, and apart from sniffing and occasionally whimpering, no sound came from him. After what seemed like hours but in fact was only a few minutes, Blaine peeled himself away and left Kurt leaning back against the window. He silently walked downstairs and Kurt heard the back door open and slam closed again.
Kurt, still in agony from his new injuries, moved himself so he was able to watch Blaine stride into the back garden area. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to move anytime soon, so he just watched.
Blaine kicked the watering can as hard as he could. It sailed through the air and landed on the outskirts of the clearing. He growled and stalked up to it. Another kick and it was bye-bye watering can. He saw it disappear into the depths of the forest. He fought the urge to go find it again and turned back towards the patio again. He caught sight of Kurt watching him from the floor above. Their eyes met for a brief moment until Blaine tore his angry gaze away and he turned his attention to destroying a random plant pot in his way.
He knew he shouldn't act like this in front of Kurt, especially after what just happened. This is the type of reaction he wanted to avoid, but hearing Kurt say all those things…It drove him fucking mad! Kurt didn't have a clue. He was lucky Blaine didn't do worse, that Blaine managed to stop himself when he heard Kurt's pleading voice. He knew he'd done enough damage for one day. He instantly regretted it, but he couldn't help his actions. Kurt made him do it. He hurt him first. God, why did I do that to him? He lamented, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would make what he did more bearable. Kurt was scared of him enough already, and there he went proving him right. But it was necessary, Blaine knew. Kurt didn't seem to listen. He didn't consider Blaine's opinion at all. The only way to get him to pay attention and shut up was to hurt him. Pain was a sure way of dealing with him. It wasn't the most proud method but it was by far the most effective Blaine had found so far.
As his eyes began to ache from being squeezed shut for so long, Blaine's mind thought back to the sight of Kurt cowering against the wall. His face was torn in agony and fear, and his body was shaking so bad it was almost in time with his hitching breaths and lip-quivering snivelling. Blaine opened his eyes and stared at the ground in shame. God, he loved it when Kurt looked like that. He knew it was wrong, and that he should have wanted to cradle him in his arms and wish it all away but he knew the truth. He couldn't hide from it. For a moment in the beating, Blaine forgot why he was kicking him and his anger was replaced by a deep surge of pride and excitement. He had felt himself get a little hard. Then he remembered where he was, and he forced himself to look away from Kurt. He felt so ashamed he aimed a couple of punches against the wall to punish himself. He stopped stomping down on the clay pot when it was practically gravelled on the ground. He stared at it. He had a problem, he couldn't deny it. He blinked and tried focusing on the dust on his shoe. So I get off on a meek and submissive Kurt, so what? It's always turned me on. Why am I surprised now? He cleared his throat and adjusted his collar. He hadn't had sex since he had last been with Kurt. That must explain why he was experiencing these…feelings about such things. That must be the reason.
With a newfound confidence, Blaine raised his eyes to boldly stare up at Kurt again. The boy was hiding behind his legs, but Blaine still made out his tear-stained cheeks and wide, fearful eyes. Blaine wanted him, so very badly. That's what led to his outburst. He was sexually frustrated, or something. Perhaps Kurt was too? No matter what, though, Blaine was resolved not to react like that again. Well, not unless it was necessary. And as long as Kurt's sexual walls fell soon, neither of them would need to worry about fighting ever again, Blaine was sure of it. If they don't…well then it would be Kurt's fault, not his.
Blaine returned inside at some point – Kurt had lost sight of him once he had moved around the house – and Kurt heard him lock the door when he did. He turned his head towards the stairs but Blaine didn't come up to see him. He was thankful for that.
Kurt grew more worried after observing Blaine outside. He had gotten himself angry again and took it out on a few garden ornaments and finally smashed a plant pot into the ground beyond all recognition. He had then closed his eyes for a while and his body tensed visibly. When he finally opened them, Kurt's heart pounded when they immediately rose up to meet his gaze. There was a look of resolve on the other's face which scared Kurt to no end. He wished he could hear his thoughts, but decided it would only terrify him more if he could.
Kurt winced as he shifted himself to sit at the top of the stairs. He stopped breathing when he heard a familiar beep. It was the sound of a cell phone.
Is that my cell phone?
Kurt had wondered where his phone had gone but had assumed it was left back at the diner or something. Maybe it had been, and this was a different phone. But that wasn't what mattered to Kurt right now. The fact of the matter was that there was still one in the house. He hadn't been in every room yet, but it was very unlikely Blaine had kept a working telephone line. Yet the beeping sound gave him renewed hope. If he found his phone – or any phone – he could call home and they could trace the call. That's what they did in movies. It had to have some element of truth behind it, right?
Kurt clung to the bannister as Blaine suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Kurt saw him slip something into his back pocket. It was definitely his cell.
'There you are.' Blaine's smile unsettled him. 'Come downstairs, I need to have a little word with you.'
A.N. Yay, another section over! Please review and let me know what you think, and if you're happy with the story becoming longer than it was supposed to be! Your thoughts help, and make writing so much easier!