AN: Sorry I've been absent for so long, I'm really hoping to work on writing my fanfics again. I also want to make longer chapters so I'll work on that too. This is a pretty dark chapter but I think I managed to meet the cutoff point for most people to be comfortable. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter Ten :: It's not right, but it's "okay"

Blaine grinned as he carried the two coffees to the trailer early that morning, he and Kurt had come up with a system of knocks that he could use so that Kurt…or rather 'Lance' would know it was him and open the door. Bringing coffee also seemed as if it could be something that Lance requested of him since he was a newbie to the world of showbiz. It really did seem to be the perfect setup.

Blaine felt a sense of impatience as he smelled the strong scent of the coffee. He remembered all those times during high school, Dalton in particular, where he and Kurt would bond over coffee. He remembered how excited Kurt had been when he had ordered coffee for him, and of course Kurt thought that that meant Blaine wanted to make him his Valentines, but it had been a cute moment nonetheless.

Blaine knocked on the trailer door again before hearing a voice behind him.

"There's my wonderful boyfriend," Lance seemed to announce and Blaine looked around wondering who he was talking about. Sure, he and Kurt loved each other and they were soulmates, but they had decided that it wasn't right for them to just talk about their relationship in public. Blaine didn't care what the impact was on his reputation or career, but he knew that Kurt cared about that enough to not just start announcing everything.

"Uh…" he said, noticing a few other heads popping up, "who are…are you talking to me?"

Lance chuckled as he stepped towards Blaine and cupped the younger man's cheek in his palm, "Who else would I be addressing if it were not my wonderful boyfriend?" he smiled as he kissed Blaine on the lips.

That kiss didn't feel right.

He knew that they were different lips and this was a different body and that kisses even felt slightly different if the lips were cracked due to hot weather, but he hadn't imagined that something inside of the kiss would give him this feeling. He frowned as he tried to concentrate on how that kiss didn't remind him of Kurt.

"Shall we step inside the trailer?" he asked and Blaine looked at him concerned.

These mannerisms weren't right, the look in his eye wasn't right, nothing about this was right. He suddenly felt scared and he hated the thought that he could be afraid and afraid of Kurt. He would never want to be afraid of Kurt and…he just hadn't slept right. That was it. He hadn't slept right.

"Y-Yeah," Blaine replied as he smiled at the body that as far as he knew his former fiancee was inhabiting. "I'm sorry, I'm getting kind of…distracted…" he said slowly as Lance nodded.

"Well then," Lance smiled as he placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders and kissed his neck, biting down gently and sucking his throat as if making sure that he'd end up with a mark that would claim him as Lance's. "Let's try to get your mind focused on me."

Blaine laughed softly as he nodded. "That sounds good," he grinned as Lance allowed his arms to drape over Blaine's shoulders as he ran his tongue up Blaine's neck. "That feels good, did something happen Kurt? You're not usually like this especially with the idea that someone could be…"

"catching on," Lance finished for him as he placed two fingers under Blaine's chin to make sure he kept eye contact. "You think someone might be catching onto the little game that you and he have been playing?"

Blaine froze as the words 'you and he' repeated in his mind. His attention was only brought back to the moment when he heard the sound of someone locking the inside of the trailer.

"You mean…" he laughed softly, "you and I, right? Kurt, right?"

Lance made a repetitive tsk'ing sound with his voice as he walked casually to the other side of the vehicle holding the keys to the trailer in his hand. "Oh, you two were so innocent thinking that you could just take take take," he said with a bitter smile which was accompanied by a laugh with the same emotions. "Never really caring about anyone else, just doing whatever you wanted with someone else's dick."

Blaine froze, cold chills running through his body as he realized why that kiss had seemed so different, why this entire morning was so unusual. This wasn't Kurt. As soon as he admitted that the fear and shock grew worse and he opened his mouth only to close it was happening? Why had Lance locked the door? Was Kurt going to inhabit his body? Was Kurt still somewhere?

His mind flashed back to the little bird that he had interacted with this morning and a few tears ran down his cheeks. He hadn't understood, he had been too happy to be with Kurt and…and…

"You wanted to get with me physically didn't you?" Lance asked as he had such dislike in his eyes and Blaine looked down. He had wanted to be with Kurt physically and Kurt had been inhabiting this body. Was that really something Lance couldn't understand?

Before he knew what was happening, Lance had grabbed him and was ripping off his shirt, his fingers digging into Blaine's skin as he dominated the younger, unsuccessful actor and gripped hard to his head so that he fingers were pushed so deep into the mess of curls and into his head that Blaine was pretty sure blood was being drawn.

He wasn't even aware of what was happening until Lance had torn off all of his clothes and pinned him to the ground. He didn't know how to stop this and this wasn't like Kurt. Kurt was so gentle and loving and yes, Kurt definitely did have his rough, playful side where Blaine felt that it was more like some wild animal possessing his one true love, but there was always the love. ALWAYS the love.

Then it came, the moment of violation and all Blaine could feel was pain.

One Hour Later

Blaine rushed home with the evidence of what had been done shown in his messed up hair and clothes, the look of pain in his expressions and body language, and the ugly marks that Lance had left. He rushed into the bedroom searching for the little bird who had been there before. "Kurt!? Kurt!?" he yelled before seeing the little bird fly so he was sitting on the counter in front of him.

Blaine fell to his knees and looked into the tiny bird's eyes, "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm so so sorry."

The bird's eyes widened and as Blaine's eyes closed he felt the bird fly closer and start rubbing his head against Blaine's cheek.

Together maybe the two of them had violated Lance's freedom and his body by just finding acceptance with Kurt using it however he wanted, maybe that's why Lance had done what he had done, to violate and use Blaine's body in the way he had chosen.