This is the last chapter. Hope you enjoy it! It's a little violent, but I hope you love it, and even if you don't please review it. I don't own any of these characters, please please review!
Blaine had wondered if being tied up by Kurt, however gentle that had been, would cause nightmares. It wasn't something he was proud of, that he couldn't get passed what had happened to him. He hadn't really planned on ever telling Kurt, but when they started talking about things they wanted to do in bed and Kurt had suggested binding, Blaine knew he couldn't hide it from him. He'd expected Kurt to get upset and cry, what he didn't expect was what happened. Kurt had gotten pissed, angrier than Blaine had ever seen him, and Blaine genuinely thought that Kurt would find a way to kill his attackers. It made Blaine love him even more, that he loved him so much that he got that angered at what had been done to him. And Kurt knew about the nightmares, and knew what to do when they occurred, though it was never easy to get him out of one, because he couldn't bear to be touched, Kurt always managed.
He'd been 15, the end of his freshmen year, he'd never really "come out", people just knew. Not because he was flamboyant like Kurt, but Blaine apparently gave a vibe none the less. When someone had straight up asked him, he confirmed, unashamed, though his father still was extremely against it, his mother supported him and loved him regardless.
They were football players, much like Kurt's bullies, though Blaine didn't have a Karofsky, not that he knew of anyway. But they were just as hateful, just as insulting as Kurt's, shoving him, calling him every gay slur in the book, and treated him like he was diseased. This, if Blaine was being honest, was one of the worse parts of it all, other guys tensed at his touch, even if it was something as casual as bumping up against them in the hallway. It hurt to be treated like if you were touch you somehow would make them the way you were, which was the worst thing to be to them. Blaine ate lunch alone, he rarely spoke to anyone, though he carried himself proudly, he spent many nights praying to whatever god would listen, to make him straight, to just let him look at girls and feel like other boys felt. Instead of looking at the boys and feeling what the girls felt. He rarely complained to his parents, especially his father, who claimed that if he would just get treatment, this would all be over, Blaine knew it wasn't like that, he knew this couldn't be changed. He'd mentioned to teachers who claimed they would help if they saw it happening, but of course, the never did. So he didn't tell anyone about being locked in the janitor's closet until some kid vomited and they needed to get the mop, he didn't tell them about changing in the bathroom during gym class so that the other boys wouldn't claim he was looking at them. And he certainly didn't tell about his unrequited crush on the running back of the football team. Bradley Weston was the most beautiful thing Blaine had ever seen. Naturally blonde hair, striking blue eyes, six pack abs, tones triceps and biceps, and his calves…oh that boy's calves. Calves were Blaine's thing, that was one of Blaine's favorite things about Kurt, was his toned, ridiculously strong calve muscles. Bradley Weston also was one of the few boys that just ignored him. Instead of going after him, Bradley pretended he didn't exist, though when Blaine thought about it later, he wondered if that wasn't worse. But at the time, Blaine thought it was great, that he didn't hurt him, that is until that day. Bradley must have known, or at least been told by the other boys that Blaine had an obvious thing for him. Blaine would stare at him in the hall, blush when he walked by, and smile stupidly as though Bradley noticed.
So on that day, the football team decided to convince Bradley to use it to their advantage. Blaine had been at his locker, doing nothing of real importance when a hand fell on his shoulder. Blaine had tensed, and waited for the blow, which didn't come, instead a deep, but gentle voice said,
"Blaine, right?" Blaine turned, amazed that Bradley Weston was standing in front of him, and touching his shoulder for goodness sake. Blaine nodded, quickly closing his mouth when he realized it was hanging open in shock. Bradley smiled, warmly, not a cruel smirk of hate, but a soft one of kindness, as if Blaine needed another reason to be smitten with him. "Well I hear you're really good at English, and I'm shit, and I was really hoping you could help me out.." he used the vulnerable voice, that weakened Blaine, making him putty in the older boy's hands.
"I am good at it, but are you sure? You know I'm gay, so you sure you want to come near me?" Bradley smirked,
"I'm near you now and I'm good, so…" Blaine blushed and fell further in love.
"Yeah, ok. When do you want to get together?" Blaine asked, his heart racing, his crush, he was going to get to tutor his crush!
"How about tonight? Meet me at the bleachers after football practice." Bradley suggested. Blaine nodded enthusiastically, though in hindsight he knew how stupid that was. After football practice, when the team would be the only people left on property, really Blaine? Really? But it was too late for regrets now, fifteen year old Blaine was naïve and stupid. And he showed up at the bleachers that night, 6 o clock, and he only had to wait a few minutes until Bradley came up, in his street clothes, which he looked hot as hell in, Blaine had to say. He hadn't even gotten a greeting out when 8 other football player came out behind him. It was then that Blaine realized just what was about to happen,
"Leave me alone," he growled, though he knew his voice was shaking and sounded as scared as he felt. The boys chuckled, and one of them clapped Bradley on the back,
"Nice acting there Bradley, the fag wasn't a bit suspicious." He said, Bradley smirked and Blaine saw it, the cruelty, as plain as day. Blaine backed up, really not wanting to find out what they had in mind for him that day. Unfortunately another one of them caught on and lunged forward, grabbing him roughly by the arm as he cried out in panic.
"No, please, please don't. I won't tell anyone, just let me go," Blaine begged, desperately, clawing at his captive in an attempt to get free.
"Damn right, you won't tell anyone, queer," the quarterback of the team, Mark, replied, his voice full of distain. "When we are done with you, you won't remember who did it anyway." This caused Blaine's instincts to kick in and he began struggling much harder as ever fiber of his being told him to fight, to get free. But one skinny, short 15 year old was nothing against nine, built, or at least big, football player.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" he yelled as loud as he could, that is until Mark punched him viciously in the jaw.
"Shut up, no one is coming for you, no one gives a fuck about one little fairy." Blaine panted against the pain in his face, "Kenny, you bring your dad's cuffs?" Blaine paled, Kenny was a deputy's son, they were ACUTAL police cuffs.
"No! Stop, I never did anything to you, let me go," Blaine kicked out and jerked his arms, which had been moved behind his back, the jerking caused pain to shoot through his shoulder, but now the adrenaline of fear wasn't worried about the pain, so he just pulled harder.
"You exist, faggot, that's why we're doing this. It's time you learned the world doesn't have room for people like you, so we are going to teach you how your entire life is going to be if you don't change." Blaine was now crying as Kenny pulled out the cuffs, smirked evilly.
"No…" he whimpered, still pulling, but knowing it was a lost battle. "Please, don't, PLEASE!" His voice rose to a scream, and Mark had apparently had enough and turned to another player, Nick, Blaine thought his name was, though really it didn't matter at that moment.
"Nick, the duck-tape," Blaine's eyes widened,
"No. No. No. I'll be quiet, I promise, please I promise." Blaine pleaded but Nick approached him, his face twisted in a sick pleasure grin.
"Oh I think once we get started on you, you'll have no choice but to scream, and we are just going to make sure that no one can hear. Particularly us, cause we don't want to listen to the whines of a fag." Blaine shook his head fervently, tears streaming down his face as someone cuffed his right wrist. Nick approached him and Blaine paused, once Nick got close enough, Blaine kicked him, hard.
"Damn you, you little shit!" Nick roared, grabbing his shin, Blaine couldn't help but smirk, at least he'd gotten one shot in. But suddenly Nick recovered and kicked right back, but he wasn't being held so he was able to put all his strength directly into Blaine's knee. Blaine howled in pain, his legs becoming useless under him and now all that held him up was the player behind him. Blaine's breathing became labored against the pain, and soft cries and whimpers came out as he tried and failed to put weight on it. "Mother fucker, think you can kick me and get away with it, huh?" Nick snarled in his face, "Think again, homo." Nick punched him furiously in his stomach, Blaine shrunk into himself, moaning as he was dragged closer to the bleachers and his arms jerked over his head. He cried out in protest as he felt the cuffs linking through a beam of the bleachers before snapping on his left wrist as well. He realized he was hanging completely by his wrists and though his legs couldn't have held him up anyway, due to the stabbing pain that still throbbed through his knee, only his toes reached the ground, his shoulders burned with pain already. Blaine tried desperately to pull his body up to lessen the pressure on his shoulders. But the biggest guy there approached him and punched him in the chest so hard that Blaine would have screamed if he hadn't all the air pushed out of his lung. Instead he just heaved as his body tried to get the air back in faster than it could.
"Please." Blaine begged, though he knew it was in vain. Nick, who had apparently just remembered the duck-tape walked up to him and Blaine heard the tape being pulled out. Blaine whimpered, struggling pointlessly as Nick used his teeth to tear off the duck-tape and shoved it harshly onto his mouth. Blaine yelped in objection, but tears rolled over the tape which was tight on his mouth. Then Nick repeated what he had done earlier, pulling more off and wrapping it around the back of Blaine's head and causing the new piece of tape to overlap on top of the piece over his mouth. Blaine wailed but it was of course muffled, which just caused Blaine to cry out again, tears falling faster and faster. "Please," He sobbed through the tape, when without much warning other than getting closer to Blaine, the nine football player began using Blaine as a human punching bag, each punch seemed harder than the last and Blaine wondered if they were going to kill him. They didn't discriminate against any part of his body, his face, chest, stomach, arms and legs received punches and kicks and all Blaine could be grateful for was that they didn't have a bat or worse. "Stop. Please, for god sake stop" Blaine whimpered, well aware that his muffled voice was getting softer and his mind getting fuzzier as blow after blow was delivered.
"Please, I can't-" Kurt opened his eyes at Blaine's clearly distressed voice. His boyfriend's face was contorted in a way that if Kurt didn't know it was a dream, he would have actually thought Blaine was actually in pain.
"Shit," he whispered, instantly feeling guilty for what he knew he had trigger. "Blaine!" Kurt called loudly, knowing touching Blaine would make it worse, "Baby, it's Kurt, I need you to listen to me. I'm here, wake up Blaine, open your eyes."
"I don't want to die." Kurt flinched, resisting every want in his body to grab Blaine and hug him tightly.
"Blaine!" He jerked the blanket off Blaine who winced, his body pulling itself into a ball. His arms wrapped around his legs and it was that sensation that woke him out of the painful nightmare. Kurt waited until he saw relief flood the hazel eyes before pulling Blaine into a comforting hug. He felt Blaine's arms wrap his arms around him, burying his face in Kurt's neck.
"Those bastards better hope they never meet me where I know who they are, because I will kill them." Kurt growled, he felt Blaine smirk slightly and hug him tighter.
"They were wrong," Blaine whispered, kissing the part of Kurt's shoulder that his mouth was resting on.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, not releasing his hold.
"They told me my life would always be horrible if I didn't change," Blaine reminded him of what he'd told Kurt months ago. "I haven't changed, and my life is amazing." Kurt couldn't help but smile as he felt Blaine smile against him.
"I'm glad. I had something to do with that right?" Kurt teased, knowing the answer, but he joked in the attempt to get Blaine to laugh. He succeeded as a small, quiet chuckle was emitted on his shoulder,
"Baby, you had everything to do with it." Blaine replied, his grip tightening even further, "I was so far in my safe little shell when we met I'm surprised you could find me." Kurt leaned back just far enough to kiss his cheek, before embracing him again.
"Well I'm glad I could find you, because you are far too beautiful to stay closed up," Blaine melted even further, what he had done to deserve this? To deserve this person that loved so unconditionally, who didn't hold his past, his demons against him, instead claiming that he get back at the ones who had done that to him if the situation ever arose. "You ok?" Kurt asked, pulling back in order to look into Blaine's eyes, which is the one place he couldn't lie.
"Yeah, I'm all right," Blaine reported, honestly, pecking Kurt quickly on the lips.
"Want to go upstairs and watch TV or something?" Kurt asked,
"Or something," Blaine whispered with a wicked tone. Kurt chuckled and nodded, rolling out of bed and grabbing a pair of jeans and tugging them on. He then noticed Blaine staring at him,
"Um, everything all right?" he asked, and Blaine smiled warmly,
"Just admiring how wonderful you are," Kurt blushed, looking down bashfully. Blaine grinned and followed Kurt's lead and crawled out of the bed. It was only 4 in the afternoon, and since it was Saturday Blaine hoped Burt didn't mind him spending the night.
Once they were both dressed they headed upstairs to find the house still empty, though they knew Burt and Carole were working, and they could safely assume Finn was at Rachel's. Kurt turned on the TV which was on an old John Wayne movie, which certainly wasn't Kurt's favorite but Blaine gasped,
"Oh I love this one," he claimed, jumping on the couch. "You don't mind, do you?" He looked up at Kurt who was smirking,
"I'll get us something to drink," he suggested. Blaine grinned at him, before turning his attention back at the movie. Kurt headed into the kitchen, looking back at Blaine whose eyes were lit up at the picture on the screen. His boyfriend was such a dork, and it was something that Kurt couldn't get enough of. The way Blaine would make Harry Potter references and laugh gleefully, even though no one else was. Those pink sunglasses that, though normally Kurt would be horrified at, were so adorable on Blaine's face that Kurt wasn't responsible for his actions when the curly haired boy wore them. Once Blaine had discover their reaction from Kurt, he wore them all the time, which meant they had been late many times for events, receiving a knowing look from whoever they'd kept waiting. Though Kurt was usually the one with the tell-tale sign of their activities, as Blaine's hair remained the same no matter what Kurt did to it, but Kurt's hair was always perfect, unless Blaine had been pulling it.
Kurt sat down next to Blaine, offering the drink, curling his feet under him. Blaine smiled, taking the drink before setting it on the coaster on the table next to the couch.
"Hand me yours," Blaine said, holding out his hand again. Kurt frowned slightly but after taking a sip, gave Blaine the cup, he did the same with Kurt's as he had done with his own. Then he grabbed Kurt's shirt and pulled him down so that Kurt was on top of him. Kurt laughed at the unexpected motion, using his hands to push against the couch as not to crush Blaine. "Now, let's get to that 'something' we were talking about earlier," Kurt laughed again and leaned in kissing Blaine deeply.
It was 4:39 when Burt entered the house, he knew the moment he walked in that Blaine and Kurt had been making out on the couch. Blaine was lying on the couch, looking dazed, and Kurt's hair was unruly and he was coming up from lying on top of Blaine.
"Hey, boys," now, that Burt could actually see Kurt's face, he could see the bruise that was on his jaw had gotten worse. "What happened?" Burt asked, approaching his son, Blaine, who had sat up, looked guilty, though Burt knew he hadn't given the bruise.
"James tried to follow through on their threat," Kurt shrugged, "He got in a couple shots but then I showed him why I was the kicker of McKinley's football team." Burt chuckled, but gently took Kurt's chin in his hand, checking the bruise as well as the cut on his lip,
"That's my boy," Burt approved. Kurt grinned, letting Burt fret, "It's not too bad, but why don't you have ice on you," though the older Hummel knew exactly why.
"We got um… distracted," Kurt admitted sheepishly but he had a pleased smirk on his face.
"I'm sure you did," Burt agreed, shaking his head. "Here I'll get you a bag of frozen peas to put on it." Kurt smiled gratefully. Although countertenor was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, the kid in him loved it when Burt looked after him. After handing him the frozen bag, he stood up again, "Now Blaine do you have a huge objection to me killing your brother?" Burt asked sternly.
"You can't kill him, Dad, there's that whole it being illegal thing, and I don't want to visit you in jail. Orange is definitely not your color," Kurt replied, nonchalantly, winking at Burt who couldn't help but smirk. Blaine smiled for the first time since Burt had entered, "Now you go do whatever it is you do when you're home, and Blaine and I are going to pick up where we left off." He waggled his eyebrows playfully,
"Do you two ever stop?" Burt asked, faking annoyance though both boys knew he didn't care due to the small smile on his face.
"Dad, we're teenage boys, what do you think?" Kurt replied, teasingly tiptoeing his first and middle finger from Blaine's knee to his thigh.
"You have a point," Burt admitted as he started to his bedroom, "Finn's going to be home at 6 so you might want to wrap it up by then." Finn was no longer uncomfortable around the couple but just like Kurt didn't want to see Finn and Rachel making out, they returned the favor by not making out in front of them.
"Kay," Kurt nodded, already lost in Blaine's eyes, waiting until Burt was out of eyes shot before kissing his more than willing boyfriend. The moment was perfect, the frozen peas forgotten, the love obvious, everything seemed right with the world.
Ok, this is the last chapter before the epilogue, please review and be patient while I find time between work, school, and slight writer's block to get the epilogue written. Thank all of you who stayed with me as long as you have =D Much love to all my reader. Please review!