A.N. This is a strange chapter. Yes...strange. There will perhaps be two or three more after this but that'll be it - however they will be quite action based so this is really the last chance for Blaine to decide what he wants, and the last chance for Kurt to realise what danger he's in. What will happen?

In answer to some of your questions: Yes, Cooper will return. He'll be quite pivotal at one point, just not in a way you'll expect I hope. No, Blaine isn't always faking his feelings, in fact, it's actually the scariest thing about him; he's fixed on manipulating and controlling Kurt but he then forgets why and his more loving feelings for Kurt shine through. That'll be addressed in this chapter. No, as much as I'd love to I have no plans to have a sequel for this although it would have been a cool idea if Kurt didn't... no, no spoilers! ;) And thank you so much everyone who sends me messages and reviews saying that they enjoy the dark themes and get a kick from Dark!Blaine. It makes me braver to post updates that might seem a little extreme. Your support makes it so much easier so just let go. On that note, expect an update of Misery within the next few days.

Anyway, please enjoy and review!

Sex, Blood and Reality

'B-Blaine...'

'Shh...' Smack! 'Kurt, I told you to be quiet. Do you want me to gag you?'

'No...I'm sorry.'

With a satisfied smirk, Blaine forced Kurt's head further down onto the wooden surface. Dr Jamieson's desk was sturdy as Blaine had suspected over the years. All those times the old man would try to lecture him in his office he was wasting his breath as the young man would be in his own little dream world just imagining pounding into tight ass across that deep red mahogany slab. And now he was doing just that.

Kurt's moan was torn between want and pain; Blaine had not been generous in his time when preparing Kurt's hole for his hard and ever-thickening member. In fact...Blaine couldn't recall preparing him at all. Spread-eagled and shaking, Kurt panted and his cuffed wrists could do nothing but grasp at the corners of the desk as the lower half of his body dangled under his lover's hand. Sweat was dripping off them and causing their bodies to slip - often resulting in a resounding grunt of approval from the older boy as Kurt accidentally took more of his dick than perhaps he should have.

'Oh, Kurt...fuck!' Blaine's head fell back briefly when the pleasure rose to a higher plain. He could feel his head spinning and his bones burning, just begging for more.

'Mmm - Blaine!' Kurt choked. His tone was pleading but Blaine didn't give a flying fuck what he was pleading for.

Kurt yelped in pain again as Blaine took hold of him by his hair and pulled upwards. Kurt's neck strained and his sweaty palms strived to hold himself up, but they slipped away under the pressure. Blaine felt Kurt's hole tighten around him in response to the near-snapping of his neck. 'What did I tell you?' Blaine growled, rocking his hips harder. 'I said to keep quiet. You need to learn to do as you're told.' Despite Kurt's sobbing protests, Blaine grabbed the gag collar and strapped it tight around Kurt's head, effectively bringing an end to Kurt's noises except for muffled screaming. 'There we are.'

Smirk still firmly in place, Blaine hoisted Kurt further up onto the desk and brought his own knees up onto the wood. In this new position he could slam himself against Kurt's ass at a vigorous speed. He knew he was close when he began to see stars. Kurt was barely given time to catch his breath between screams and whimpers. But Blaine knew his Kurt so well; Kurt was a good boy who appreciated pleasure. Yes, Blaine was fully aware - in fact, he was striving for it - that Kurt was in agony; those teardrops hanging precariously from the boy's nose were not there for show. However, as to be expected from Blaine's perfect boy, Kurt was also aware of the sizzling crashing waves of ecstasy Blaine was generous enough to give him. Slaves should be grateful when their masters are so kind. And Kurt would no doubt be eager to thank him once Blaine saw fit to release him from his bounds.

One of the doctor's paperweights had been jerking nearer and nearer the edges with each pounding and as it slid off the side Blaine managed to catch it. A crystal prism with a swan inside; one of Jamieson's prized possessions. The doctor had received it as an anniversary gift almost thirty years ago when such presents would have been alarmingly expensive. Blaine tested the weight in his hand - something he had long wanted to do but it was always taken out of his reach - and ran a thumb over the pointed tip of the prism. It was sharp. Kurt moaned and arched his back, causing Blaine to realise he had slowed his thrusts almost to a complete stop in his examination of the object. Blaine's eyes were drawn to the back of Kurt's head. A mass of dark caramel soft-to-the-touch locks. His eyes drifted back to the tip of the prism. His eyes flashed in excitement.

Kurt's muffled groan was suppressed further as Blaine's firm hand pushed down on the struggling boy's shoulder. Pressed up flat against the desk, Kurt tiredly turned his head and tried to see what his master was doing and when he was going to continue his fucking. His gaze grew confused when he spotted Blaine holding something in his peripheral vision. Before the boy had time to react further, Blaine brought his toy down on Kurt's head.

Kurt was such a good boy; he remained silent and passive - perhaps in shock or overwhelmed by the first excruciating blow - as the glass drove deep into his skull. Blood splattered in odd directions and painted Blaine's gripping fingers ruby red. Blaine felt his loins swell up and the lightheadedness returned. He-he was going to come. As if fearing it'll all disappear if he didn't, Blaine drew back his hips and thrust his dick deep inside Kurt repeatedly, feeling the boy twist and jerk involuntarily beneath him. Blood was spraying through the air and it didn't fully hit Blaine that, just like his thrashing hips, his arm was pulling back and bringing the prism back down on Kurt's sweet, angelic, exposed and oh-so-vulnerable head.

Blaine exploded. He couldn't control his spasms as he hit his orgasmic peak and stayed up there for some heavenly long time. He was lost in the whirlwind of blood, sex and pulsating pleasure. Kurt's hot skin was stained pink, his hair wet and unnaturally dark and his eyes blinking as his lips quivered around the gag. There was a loud crashing sound as the prism fell out of Blaine's hand and smashed into a million little shards on the marble floor. Blaine's cock was still deeply embedded inside the boy below when he feverishly undid the bounds and mouth gag, roughly forced Kurt onto his back. Blaine climbed onto the desk and straddled Kurt. He attacked Kurt's bruised lips with his own in a crazed and demanding kiss, mixed with tongue, teeth and blood. Kurt was so good - so good to him. His body melted under Blaine's touch and his skin set his nerves on fire. Blaine almost cried at how perfect Kurt is. Was.

Is.

His dick now mindlessly oozing excess come onto Kurt's slim stomach, Blaine cradled his perfect boy. Blaine wanted to just live the rest of his life just like this. Kurt would always be there ready to receive whatever Blaine cared to give him. Nothing could stop Blaine from his desires and dreams. Nothing.

Except reality.

Blaine pressed his palms up against the bathroom stall. He opened his eyes and blinked away the aching feeling which came as a result of his squeezing them shut for so long. He stared down at the toilet bowl and even surprised himself with how much release he had given that time round. It was everywhere.

Being the gentleman that he was, Blaine took a wad of toilet paper and cleaned up the general area before flushing the evidence away. His dick still throbbed as he zipped up again. Blaine wondered if it was due to his harsh treatment of it that last time or if it was telling him that despite shooting off three times in the last twenty five minutes it was ready to go again. Blaine made a mental note to take special care of that particular new fantasy. It was so powerful when he let himself get lost in it. The trouble was it was just a fantasy and as explosive as the result was, his hand was no match for the real thing.

Leaving the shower area, Blaine headed straight for Kurt's room. He found his perfect boy perched cross-legged on the floor with a book open in front of him. Kurt watched him with surprised yet curious eyes as Blaine firmly closed the door behind him. 'I've been thinking...' Blaine started, licking his lips. 'All couples fight, it's normal. But I think we missed out on a very important step.'

'Oh?' Kurt flicked his book shut and rose his eyebrows in question. 'And what was that?'

Blaine smirked and stepped up in front of Kurt. Tilting the boy's chin up to face him, Blaine pulled down his zipper. Kurt's eyes flickered to the crotch at his eye level. 'Make up sex.'

The room was still spinning five whole minutes after Blaine collapsed by Kurt's side. Despite the slight chill to the air, their sweaty bodies radiated heat and the blanket from the bed was tiredly kicked away. Kurt rolled over and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and his legs around his waist. It was so incredibly blissful just being near to him; Kurt wished it were possible to be even more physically close but of course that was very much impossible. He could hear Blaine's heartbeat coming from inside his chest and it was almost like a lullaby.

Blaine mmm'ed and nuzzled his face into Kurt's hair, wrapping his arms around him protectively. 'I love you.' He murmured.

Kurt smiled against his skin. 'I love you more. But...how did we get on the bed?' The carpet burns gracing Kurt's limbs were proof enough that most of their romping session took place on the floor.

Blaine snorted with laughter. 'Baby, I was just thinking that myself. I have no idea.' They laughed together. As their bodies cooled and the sweat reacted to the cold air, Blaine reached down and pulled the blanket over them. Kurt shuffled up and lay his head on the pillow by Blaine. He leaned over and kissed his lover tenderly before rolling onto his back. After a few moments of thoughtful silence, Blaine asked 'Baby...what are you thinking about?'

Kurt flushed as if caught doing something embarrassing. He chuckled; of course Blaine would pick up on something. 'I was just thinking...' He hummed.

'Yeah?'

'If we leave here...and get married...will you still burst through the door and make love to me like that?' Beside him, Blaine chuckled in amusement. Kurt elbowed him lightly. 'I'm serious! When people get married it seems like that's the start of the death of their relationship. But we wouldn't be like that, right?'

Blaine shook his head against the pillow. 'Don't be an idiot. If I had a husband like you with a home of our own, we'd never leave the bedroom. You would have to beg me to let you out of my sight for five minutes.'

Kurt grinned. 'I worry you won't be able to adapt if we go down the 'kids' route.' Blaine laughed again and pulled Kurt closer. 'Hell, I'd feel awkward having sex in front of our family dog, forget kids-'

'Dog?' Blaine considered Kurt's words with a long hum. 'That's weird, I always thought you were more of a cat kinda person.' Immediately after saying this, Blaine tensed. Kurt felt it.

Concerned, Kurt shuffled up to lean on his elbow and he stared down at Blaine. The older boy's eyes were wide in shock, his mouth slightly parted but frozen. 'Blaine?' Kurt touched his shoulder. 'Are you okay?'

Blaine blinked and his eyes shot to Kurt. The shock in his expression steeled over and his jaw locked in place. Kurt almost fell back as Blaine shot up and left the bed. 'Yeah, fine.' He said plainly. 'I just remembered something.' He began to get dressed despite Kurt's confused insistence that he stop. 'I'll be back soon, okay?'

Kurt untangled his legs from the blankets but was too late to catch Blaine before the dark haired boy had fled from the room. Stunned, Kurt fell back against the bed wondering what he had said or done to have caused such a reaction.

What do you want, Blaine? Really! What - do - you - want? Do you even know?

The voice - so bitter and disgusted with him - cut Blaine deeply.

Why had he let himself be shaken up over something so small, so trivial? No, he wasn't fooling himself like that. It was far from trivial. He had allowed himself to be caught up in the moment and never before had he been so clumsy. Talking about a future with Kurt slipped out so easily. Listening to Kurt's casual thoughts of their own home, kids and a fucking dog tricked him. Kurt tricked him. No. He could never blame Kurt for that. After all, Blaine said it himself: I always thought you were more of a cat kinda person. Had Blaine subconsciously considered Kurt in that way? As a future partner? As a long term, exchanging rings and dying in their old age type of partner? It seemed so idiotic but Blaine knew his slip-up told more than he wanted. Yes, he could easily see a beautiful innocent future with him. But Blaine was always a loner - the lone wolf, ravishing and devouring all in his path with a thrilling notion of sadistic satisfaction. Would Kurt be that second lone wolf running alongside him?

He shouldn't have killed the doctor or Eddie. He should have known he'd get like this: his hands - now tougher and red with their blood - itched for the next life it would take. If only Cooper were here to - No, Blaine! His brain reprimanded him like a vicious bark of a dog. Even if his brother were here, he couldn't do anything to him. His parents wouldn't protect him a second time. They wouldn't lie for him.

With a tired moan Blaine tilted his head back against the bookshelf which concealed him from onlookers. As eager for concealment though he was, it wasn't like anyone would be in the library at this hour; it was late and no one wanted to go against Dalton rules since Eddie died. Even nurses stayed in their rooms after their mandatory duties. Funny, Blaine mused, with two deaths in the space of a week now would be the time to up the rounds, checking patients were safe and tucked in bed still, patrolling the hallways for strays and being available for stress calls - but no. Ironically, now it would be even easier to kill with little-to-no chance of being caught as long as he was somewhat quiet. But I can't, Blaine thought, not with my own head so clouded. What did he want?

Kurt. That was the simple answer. He wanted Kurt pliant. Meek. Willing. Unwilling. Crying. Laughing. Silent. Screaming. God, how he loved Kurt screaming.

But do you want him dead?

With his twitching hands unable to strangle the voice in his head, Blaine was forced to answer the question. Yes. Of course he wants Kurt dead. After all, the kill was like sex equivalent of the climax; you work towards it for so long because you know that the longer you pave the way, the more mind-blowingly explosive the ending will be. And Kurt, being the angel that he is, would be the most breathtaking of them all. Blaine pictured Kurt as Ben was; lying in a sea of grass with his bloody nectar seeping out and staining the green blades around him crimson. Or what about in place of that Hannah girl from two years ago? Kurt would look like a pretty ragdoll hanging by his neck from a rope in the bathroom. And Jamie - the first Blaine ever caused to die at Dalton! Could Kurt be more beautiful than Jamie had been as he slumped against the garden table with his hands dripping red from the delicate slits across both wrists? Kurt's beauty in such a position would send Blaine into some sort of euphoric heaven. Even the thought of it caused Blaine to shut his eyes and slowly draw his tongue across his lips as if tasting the blood itself. But then it would be over. Like after a long, deliciously drawn out session of fucking the climax of fireworks would die out and make way for the new sense of loss and loneliness. Blaine knew he didn't want to lose Kurt. Not really. He could never find someone like Kurt again in this lifetime and he could tell that whilst he didn't think he had it in him to actually grieve he probably would feel some sense of desolation without another Kurt to take his place.

So, do I love him? Before the question had even materialized in his mind, Blaine laughed at his own stupidity. He didn't even love his mother, how could he love Kurt? But love was there. He loved something - perhaps he loved the idea of Kurt? Why did he so easily allow himself to picture a life with him? Fuck, this was confusing. All he had established so far was that whilst watching the life drain from Kurt's bright blue eyes, going from a sea of emotion to a glassy stare, would give Blaine the greatest pleasure he'd ever know, he didn't think he had it in him to lose him. Not yet. Not when he hadn't used him all up.

No, if Kurt was going to die it would be in the most spectacular manner and in a setting just as beautiful as he was - and God knows Blaine was nowhere near discovering such a manner. He needed time. He needed space - with Kurt alongside him, of course - away from Dalton. Kurt was not like Jamie, Hannah or Ben; he was resistant and maintained a sense of himself which Blaine both admired and wanted. With Dalton still holding them, Kurt would always have this connection to others. Patients, nurses...his family. Kurt needed to rely solely on Blaine, that much was obvious. So there it was.

Blaine opened his eyes and looked around. Was this it? Was he seriously considering leaving Dalton at last? The place had been like his home: the echoes of the corridors were like his music, the smell of the leather-bound books of the library and the oaky gusts from the gardens could send him to sleep like lavender, and the patients were his toys which he had so many fond memories playing with. It was like leaving a childhood home, but as with all maturing young men he would need to cut his ties. He needed no better reason than the gentle smile which would shyly grace Kurt's face the next day when they met.

His mind had stopped reeling. Blaine knew he had made his choice.

Kurt remained silent for a while after Blaine had finished talking. Kurt had heard him - every word - but had stopped nodding along when Blaine started referring to life outside of the hospital walls. His gaze had become unfocused; he was thinking. And he was taking his time, to Blaine's irritation.

'Kurt? Please, baby, talk to me.'

Leaning back against the tree halfway down Dalton's front lawn, Kurt's eyebrows rose and his mouth opened yet no sound came out. He swallowed, and then his eyes refocused on the dark haired boy. 'I...I don't know what to say, Blaine, this is all coming from nowhere.'

'I know, I know.' Blaine's thumbs swept reassuringly over Kurt's inner wrists - something he liked to do if only to reassure himself Kurt was in a submissive state. He was. 'But can you think of a better solution? This place is falling apart. Our families have abandoned us-'

'I don't think that-'

'Kurt, please, they won't talk to you and even after two deaths you don't even get so much as a message.' Blaine berated himself for his sharp tone after seeing Kurt flinch and his eyes water a little. He took a breath. 'New administration will take root once they find a new head doctor to take Jamieson's place. And you know what'll happen then?' Kurt's big eyes looked up at him like a child who doesn't want to listen but is forced to. 'They'll keep us apart. We might be transferred. Separated. Kicked off to opposite sides of the country. I've seen other hospitals, Kurt, none of them are anywhere near as pleasant as Dalton. And once the new doctor gets here there's no way out.' Blaine allowed a few moments of silence where Kurt could argue but he was pleased to see Kurt bow his head in silence. Blaine softened his tone until it was barely above a whisper. He lowered his head so it was lightly leaning on Kurt's. 'Now is the time to go; security is lax. Nurses aren't paying attention. The gate is always open and we can be in sunny Hawaii before they even notice we're gone.'

Kurt choked out a laugh. 'Yeah. Right. And we'll use all those thousands of dollars we have lying around to get us there, right?' A few tears leaked from his eyes but the sarcasm was unaffected.

'Don't worry about money,' Blaine said firmly. 'I have plenty.' He wasn't lying; his family was still part of the elite class and Blaine had had a savings account since before he could walk. 'Just tell me you'll come with me. You can trust me. I'll take such good care of you.'

'I know you would.' Blaine's jaw locked at his wording, but even without looking at him Kurt seemed to know to try again. 'I...I know you will.' Holding his breath, Blaine waited for the final answer. 'O-okay. Dalton already cost me my family - I will not allow them to take you away from me.'

Unable to hold back his smile any longer, Blaine threw himself on top of his boyfriend and attacked his lips with the most grateful kisses he could muster without being bruising. Kurt was still half-crying but managed to let out a few stifled chuckles as he wrapped his arms around the bigger boy's broad shoulders. For the next five minutes the air became heated and the 'I love you's and 'I need you's were uttered so often they almost lost meaning. To Blaine's frustration, their heavy petting and groping was as far as they could take it physically. With the lack of care patients were receiving, it wasn't a surprise that no one bothered them but if they had tried to go further they would no doubt be wrenched apart and that would, simply put, ruin the moment.

At last, Kurt coaxed Blaine off him and together they lay side-by-side on the grass panting. 'So...' Kurt started. 'When?'

Blaine licked his lips and squinted his eyes as he watched the branches above sway like the clouds. 'Soon. In a couple of days.' Kurt hummed in agreement next to him and for the rest of the day Blaine could not tug the smug smirk from his mouth. Unbeknownst to him, however, he would soon regret not stealing Kurt away that very moment.

A letter was on its way to Dalton.

A.N. Ahhh so close to the end! I've had to alter the ending a little as it occurred to me, as 'unrealistic' as this plot is, my original plan (in which Kurt meets Cooper without Blaine's knowledge) just did not make sense at all. Hopefully there were enough revelations in this chapter to keep you entertained. Blaine's mind is all over the place with fantasies of killing and living happily with Kurt - what did you think? Do you think there's even a tiny chance of them being happy together? Please review or PM me with your thoughts!