A/N:- hi everyone. Been trying to write longer chapters but I always seem to stop just short of going over 3000 words; sorry. Anyway most of you have waited awhile for this so hope its good.
A bit more is revealed about Adam and the connection of a 'Blessed One' and a 'Chosen One'.
I would love to but I own nothing
"Well boys it looks like you will have the house to yourselves tonight."
Carole walked into the lounge through the archway from the kitchen holding a note.
"It seems Kurt has a sleepover and Burt is going to be staying overnight in Flagstaff. As for me, I need to get ready for my shift. You know where everything is and the fridge and pantry are fully stocked so feel at home."
With that she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Cooper looked at Blaine. The boy had become quiet on the way back to the house, something was bothering him. They had eaten before making their way back so food wasn't an immediate concern at the moment.
"Hey Blainey. What's up? You've been quiet for a while."
"Um…Cooper have you ever had the feeling that something was about to happen? Mebbe something you wouldn't like?"
"Nope. Can't say that I have. Unless you mean déjà vu?"
"No not déjà vu. I can't explain it. I just feel something." Cooper raised a questioning brow.
"You know what, forget I said anything. It was dumb anyway." But he couldn't shake the strange feeling.
Cooper looked at him but didn't say anything.
"Ok, sure. So….what ya wanna do tonight?"
Kurt looked around the hotel suite's extravagant interior. The Jewel Sea suite was decorated in all shades of blue with green accents. The wallpaper in the living/dining area graduated up the wall from a deep sea blue to a light sky blue, matching curtains with tiebacks framed the floor to ceiling windows directly across from the entry. In front of the windows was a round rich walnut dining table that could seat four draped with a white tablecloth over which was a contrasting turquoise overlay and surrounded by four white leather upholstered dining chairs with matching turquoise cushions.
To the left of the dining table was sitting room and small bar area with a simple stone fireplace and two white Lafayette two-seater sofas on either side, facing each other. There were china blue cushions on one and olive green cushions on the other. The glass coffee table between them held a black vase with white lilies and blue roses along with a clear bowl filled with small blue and green glass balls. Against one wall was a walnut executive desk with a telephone, computer, pens in a blue and green marbled pen holder and writing paper with the hotel's letterhead. Against the opposite wall, next to the windows, was an entertainment centre with a stereo and 40" flat screen TV.
To the right of the dining table the bedroom could be seen through opened large opaque concerto doors. The room was small and held a queen sized bed covered in an azure blue comforter, pillows encased in smooth pistachio pillowcases. The white night stands housed black square lamps with jade and sage striped lampshades, a TV remote, a telephone and alarm clock. The walls were white with teal stripes. A cobalt blue velvet pile carpet ran throughout the suite.
Adam looked at his silver Rolex then turned to Kurt with a smile.
"Why don't you put our bags in the bedroom and freshen up. By the time you return, dinner should be here."
Kurt took both weekend bags into the bedroom and put them on the bed before hurrying into the en-suite bathroom with Italian marble floor tiles and countertops. His heart was racing a mile a minute. He really needed to calm down.
After Carole had left for the hospital, Blaine and Cooper had played a few rounds of Halo before Cooper's phone had gone off. Now Blaine was bored and needed distracting from the ever present weird feeling. Where was this feeling coming from? Why couldn't he shake it?
He walked back into the lounge from the games room and looked around the large room. The white baby grand Steinway sitting between the fireplace and the archway that led into the dining area and kitchen looked inviting and was possibly just the thing he needed.
Adam looked across the dinner table at Kurt. The younger teen was smiling at the joke he had just told and his eyes held a slumberous gleam. They were halfway through dessert and he could see that the desired effects were taking place. The thought of getting into that virgin ass already had him hard and eager. They had both been wearing blazers which they had discarded earlier and the music playing in the background gave him an idea.
"Would you like to dance Kurt?"
"Yes I would love to Adam."
Kurt took his boyfriend's outstretched hand and was pulled into his embrace. He felt good, mellow, relaxed. The food had been amazing and he felt wonderful in Adam's arms. The soft kisses Adam brushed against his cheek as they swayed to the were arousing and sent tingles along his nerve endings. He turned his head to look into Adam's eyes and was caught by the want he saw in them. He made no move to resist when Adam leaned in and captured his lips and returned the kiss.
Breaking the kiss, Adam gazed at Kurt. Finally he was getting what was owed to him.
"I've waited so long Kurt. So long…." He recaptured the younger boy's mouth in a searing kiss that got more and more heated before he broke away a second time to breathe and led Kurt into the bedroom. He slowly unbuttoned Kurt's blue dress shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and unbuckled the belt before attending to his own clothes all the while pressing kisses to the boy's lips, cheeks and neck.
When they were both in only their underwear, Adam pressed Kurt back onto the bed, resuming the kiss, one hand stroking Kurt through his briefs before lifting his hand back up to cup his cheek and bring him more fully into the kiss. After a few moments of both boys undulating against and kissing each other, Adam reached into the night stand where he had hidden a few condoms and lube when Kurt had been in the bathroom earlier, placing them on beside the lamp.
"Almost forgot about these. Not that you could get pregnant anyway," he joked.
Kurt's eyes flew open and his body went rigid at Adam's words. Oh god! How could he forget? How had he not remembered what could happen? He started to push against the chest that was laying over his. Adam focused on Kurt in puzzlement.
"What? What's the matter?"
"I can't do this. I'm sorry…please let me up."
"What the hell Kurt? A minute ago you were ready for this. What the hell happened?"
"I'm sorry," Kurt repeated. "I just...I can't."
Adam paused and looked at Kurt but the younger teen wasn't looking at him. His face hardened. No, the little tease was not going to back out of this, not now. He had waited too long to get what he wanted. He'd been patient, had even been somewhat faithful to the younger teen. No more! He was not going to let Kurt drag him around by the nose. Grabbing both of Kurt's wrists in one hand he trapped his hands above his body and reached down with his free hand to pull both their briefs down and off before grinding himself against the younger boy.
Kurt was caught off guard by Adam's actions and for a moment lay paralyzed beneath the gyrating older boy. Then his reflexes kicked in and he started to struggle.
"Adam! Adam what are you doing?! Stop this!"
In answer Adam slammed his mouth down on Kurt's and the younger boy tasted blood as he tried to get away, panic now the foremost emotion racing through him. What was Adam doing? He had to stop him, get away. He continued to struggle but Adam was stronger than he was.
Kurt's mind was in a shocked state. No one knew he was here. Who could help him? In his fear induced state his mind reached for the only name that surfaced.
"Blaine! Blaine… please help me!"
Adam stopped abruptly and leaned up as he looked down at the teen with disbelieving eyes. What had Kurt just yelled out?
Taking advantage of the pause, Kurt brought one knee up swiftly and connected with his target. Adam yelped in pain, swearing and releasing Kurt to roll to one side as he cupped his hurting genitals.
Still terrified, Kurt rolled quickly off the bed sobbing and scooping up his discarded clothes, fled into the bathroom and locked the door.
Finn, Puck and Debbie were hanging out in their flat's sitting room. Debbie had stayed an extra week to retake a lab test that would count towards her total credits for the year and Finn had come back from football practice two hours ago. Puck had been out on a date and had only just come back twenty minutes ago so Finn and Debbie were grilling him when Finn's phone rang. Laughing at something Debbie said, he answered.
"Hello?" A person crying could be heard on the other side. Finn pulled the phone away from his ear with a frown to check the caller ID.
"Kurt? Is that You? What's wrong?" He stood up off the sofa and walked into the kitchen, Debbie and Puck looking at him questioningly.
"Kurt? Come on buddy, talk to me."
"Finn? Oh god Finn! Please help me…"
Now Finn was really worried. His little brother sounded distressed and he didn't know why.
"Kurt where are you?"
"I'm…I'm in the bathroom…I… – "
"What bathroom Kurt? Are you at home? Where are you?"
"Phoenix. I'm…in Phoenix."
Phoenix? Why was Kurt in Phoenix? Had he gone out with the girls?
"Are Rachel or Mercedes with you?"
"No, they're not here," came the whispered reply.
Finn checked the time on the microwave; 7:12. It wasn't that late. He would get there before Burt and he wasn't sure that Kurt would want to see his dad right now from the sound of things and Finn wasn't sure it was a good idea. Burt was usually a calm, cool sort of man but could get heated up when it came to his family, especially Kurt. He was getting pretty heated up himself and he didn't even know what had happened.
"Ok Kurt, I'm gonna come get you. Where in Phoenix are you?"
"The um…the Ritz Carlton; room 1034. I came with Adam."
"Adam? Where is he? Can you find him and I'll – "
"No! Not Adam; please Finn." Broken sobs started back on the other line.
"Ok, ok. Just…just hold on ok? I'm coming." Without waiting for an answer Finn ended the call and hurried out of the kitchen to his room to put on shoes and grab his car keys. What had the little twerp done to his brother? Did he leave Kurt somewhere? Had Adam hurt his brother somehow? He had been teaching Kurt a few self defence moves for when he would be in New York on his own so he hoped he was ok.
Exiting the corridor that led to the sitting/dining room and front door, Finn merely called out a 'I'll be right back' when he passed the other occupants of the room. Puck jumped up quickly and grabbed Finn's arm when he saw his best friend's furious expression.
"What's going on bro? Is Kurt alright?"
"I don't know but I'm gonna find out. I need to go pick him up though."
"Ok but I'm coming with you."
Finn looked like he wanted to argue but thought better of it. Both men raced down the three flights of steps (elevator forgotten) to the ground floor and parking lot.
Cooper turned away from the show he was watching and went to look out the games room door. Blaine had abruptly stopped playing ten minutes ago and there was now an eerie silence throughout the house.
"Blaine? You okay?"
Tears were running down the teens face and he was hugging his middle. Cooper hadn't seen Blaine cry since the teen was seven years old and had broken some important award their father had received from the White House when he had been playing soccer in the house, something they were both not supposed to do.
"I…I…don't…I don't feel so good."
Blaine got up hastily and raced to the downstairs bathroom where he started to throw up.
