A.N. My intention was to update sooner but then my work got in the way, and I spent my whole week grading exam papers. Oh the joys... Anyway, here is your update. This should be the second last chapter but this is kinda the 'biggie', which means there's a whole lot of pressure. I got a hilarious PM from 'MarcAre' where he gave a selection of potential endings for this fic (I desperately wanted to switch my ending with your last one: Blaine tries to stab Kurt but it turns out Kurt has been a secret superhero the entire story so the knife snaps in half instead of puncturing the body, then Kurt slaps Blaine about a bit for being a prick and it concludes with Blaine being rendered comatose as Kurt rides off into the sunset with big brother Cooper at the wheel). Sadly my ending just does not compare with yours. Admittedly I have sort of cheated in this part because I got such an amazing reaction to chapter 10 and I felt like there was room for another 'In the sick violent daydreaming mind of Blaine Anderson' before the worst part comes. For that reason as well as others, this chapter is mainly from Blaine's POV.

You will understand, hopefully, why I was nervous to post this. Not giving spoilers, I promise, but one scene was particularly hard to write because so much relied on getting it just right. I don't know if I succeeded or even came close, but I'm sure your reviews will tell me. Plus, I don't think I've written such a twisted scene before so I was sort of shocked with myself. Please ease my woes with kind words in your PMs or reviews!

Replies:

Glek10660: I am sorry that I have made you wait longer than I expected - I hope your patience pays off for this chapter but I am sorry if it hasn't! I know what you mean about Blaine's love, but I'm not sure it's going to show in this chapter... I can't spoil it, but hopefully there are signs that you might be right. ;)

SpecsO-O: I'm sorry to say Papa Hummel won't arrive in time to help Kurt - so the kid's really on his own. Don't hold out hope... Still, we all know Kurt. He's a trooper. And what WILL Blaine think after he's done his deed? ...

DarrenCofer: I actually love that you are on Blaine's side. Like, I am so happy. I think folk like you and I should be locked up. HIGH FIVE!

LvSammy: My inner Blaine is evil, as you might have guessed, and he's taking immense pleasure in our pain. It was his idea to leave the last chapter with a cliffhanger. Remember...he wants us all dead. Why do we still love him so?!

ShadowBeauty: Kurt? Have something up his sleeve? Never... Um... READ ON BEFORE I SPOIL IT!

MarcAre: I'd love to write a sequel but there's reasons I can't... You'll understand. I'm so glad you've been following this from day one and I hope you continue reading - it's crazy, it's been almost 2 years! You have made me so happy!


Under a Blood-Red Moon


His hands were red. Blood.

Blaine bit his lip as he stood by Mrs Jerry's garden tap just under the old woman's back window. Should he wash his hands? He would need to eventually, after all how was an eight year old boy going to explain to his perfectionist mother why his hands were covered with blood that wasn't his? Unless he cut himself to have some sort of excuse, but he wasn't that desperate. He hesitated again before finally deciding to take the risk and hold off washing til later. He wanted to enjoy studying the way the blood dried, anyway. First, though, he needed to take care of the object at his feet: Mrs Jerry's prized Giant Rabbit. As big as a mediam sized dog, Nutters had always attracted young Blaine's attention with it's fat limbs and hilarious waddle as it explored it's crazed owner's garden. It never tried to escape when Mrs Jerry let it out but that may have been due to it's inability to walk half the length of the lawn without stopping to gather it's little rabbit breath.

Mrs Jerry was at church but Blaine was getting those excited-yet-nervous shivers as he had forgotten his watch and she could, in theory, be back any moment. He gave one glance back to the rabbit hutch and assured himself that the door was open. Nutters was going to be a suspected runaway. Blaine snatched the bloodied bag at his feet and took off down the back street towards the dirt fields nearby. Stopping at a particularly soft patch of ground, the eight year old killer glanced about to make sure he was out of sight. He kicked a sheet of metal away to reveal a prepared hole in the ground. He took immense pleasure in dangling the bag above the hole for a few moments. He then let it drop. The thumping sound of the animal's body meeting the soiled ground would stay with him forever, gracing his dreams and fantasies. Another quick glance around; he was still unnoticed. He hurried to the side and began kicking at the small mountain of dirt he had dug up earlier in preparation for this event. He shoed the dirt into the hole and took periodic notes of the cloth bag gradually disappearing...


Everything was just...perfect. And still. And, oh, so incredibly beautiful. The stars twinkled as diamonds just like the nursery rhyme foretold. There were so many of them, too, just lying on their bed of inky blackness taking it in turns to take centre-stage with their wonderous beauty. Shifting his arm behind his head, Kurt realised he had never really taken the time to consider the stars before. Sure, everyone always professed to look up at the stars and some even claimed star gazing as a hobby but it was not until this moment when all was right in Kurt's world that he felt truly special and humbled by the grand scene above him. Did others ever feel like this - so full of awe and happiness over something so common?

Swallowing the lump that had been forming in his throat, Kurt sat up from the bench he had been lounging on for about ten minutes. He rubbed the back of his head and checked his watch. It had been well over an hour since he had left Blaine and he was beginning to think he should let himself be found. Unbeknownst to his boyfriend, Kurt had been spending his alone time (that is, his alone time which Blaine was not a part of) getting to know the maze and had practically plotted out it's general design so that he was not hopelessly lost when he entered. He initially planned to use this knowledge to find Blaine quickly but then another thought had occurred to him: wouldn't Blaine be all the more desperate for him if Kurt made him wait? Kurt smiled smugly to himself. The longer he remained hidden and the longer Blaine was stalking in sexual hunger, the more savagely Blaine would ravish him when they finally did meet.

If he was being honest, Kurt thought he might have gone too far in his cheating Blaine. After all, once he heard his boyfriend journeying through the maze around him, Kurt began to reach under the hedges and rustle the branches down another route to confuse Blaine. He stifled his laughter when he heard the running footsteps approach the spot before dodging down new paths to avoid being found. The last he heard of Blaine was a hissed 'Dammit, Kurt!' when he had finally cottoned on to Kurt's game. That was a little while ago and Kurt was willing to admit that perhaps the game of Cat and Mouse should draw to a close.

'Bla-ine!' Kurt sang, sauntering down his path. He could hear movement but couldn't quite tell where it was coming from. It didn't really matter, he wanted to be found now. 'Oh Blainey, Mister Pussycat, have you given up on catching your mouse?' He smiled and imagined Blaine's half-amused half-irritated reaction.

At last, Blaine spoke. 'Kurt, where the fucking hell are you?' He sounded angry. Kurt stopped in his tracks. Why was Blaine angry - no, not angry... 'Answer me, Kurt! Shit, tell me where you are - right now!' Furious. Kurt bit his lip in worried confusion. Had he played around too long? He didn't think it was that big of a deal, in fact, he figured Blaine would find it fun that Kurt wanted to play at all considering it wasn't his idea to split in the first place.

Afraid to answer, Kurt reached to a nearby branch and shook it. He let his nerves loosen up by adding more vigour in his shaking. If Blaine was angry it probably wasn't a good idea to remain hidden; he might leave and Kurt would have wasted their last evening at Dalton together. The sounds of the branches knocking together, though, meant that Kurt couldn't hear much else. He didn't hear the quick steps charging up behind him until-


'Ah! Blaine!'

Shots of adrenaline surged through Blaine's body causing every inch of him to tingle with power. His breathing was uneven and ragged although it was not due to physical exertion. It was due to his being severly pissed off. At himself.

Kurt had not recovered from the shock of being shoved up against the hedge when Blaine's hands found the younger boy's neck. Knuckles clenched, fingers bent. Poised. Strangling.

What had he been thinking? It was a stupid - foolish! - idea to not think everything through. Only he hadn't realised until about forty minutes ago. Kurt had been messing with him, he knew. Leaves would rustle and Blaine would dash to them only to find the area empty and the sounds of giggling would leave him even more determined. Then he had seen Kurt when the boy had been wandering near the east side. Lost in his own little world in his darling head, Kurt hummed some showtune as Blaine stalked him. Then Blaine had pulled out his knife. It was the same knife Blaine had used all those years ago when he had killed and gutted the class hamster before pinning the blame on some other kid who 'left the cage open'. The knife had done so much more damage than that but because it had been in Blaine's murderous hands since the beginning it held a special sense of importance. Blaine had planned to make use of it on Kurt.

First, he would jab about an inch into Kurt's shoulder. Nothing too serious but enough for Kurt to finally understand what Blaine wanted. He would wait until Kurt tried to run but as he turns Blaine would duck and swiftly swipe the back of Kurt's ankles. Kurt would scream and fall, unable to walk as his cut ligaments rendered his feet useless. Blaine would then straddle the boy on his stomach. If the cuts on the ankles were not as severe as he wanted, that would be the time to correct his error. He would listen as Kurt begged - perhaps even rub himself if the mood took him. Then he would bring the blade down on Kurt's back. The screams would fill the air. Again. And again. Three strikes. This time Kurt would start to choke on his own voice. Blaine would hold the knife in as deep as it would go, all the while murmuring gentle words of false comfort into his ear. Then, as he presses his body on top of the handle, Blaine would slowly twist. He would feel Kurt be torn apart and he would hear the wet noises of muscles snapping but nothing would compare with Kurt's gurgling and quivering lips as they tried in vain to utter pleads. Blaine would then stand, kick Kurt onto his back and straddle him again. He would force Kurt to look at him as he positioned the tip of the knife above his heart. He would then tell Kurt the truth. The whole truth. He would tell him he loved him more than he ever loved anything or anyone. Kurt was his absolute, his everything. Kurt was perfect. Which is why Blaine needed to to this. He needed Kurt to suffer so that he could thrive. Why did it have to work that way? Well, it just did. And Blaine would smirk as he apologises, slowly pushing the blade down. The blood would stain them both, obviously, but Blaine would savour it. Part of him wondered if he could drench himself in Kurt's blood as the life in those pained and betrayed eyes drained away. Once Kurt was dead and Blaine's sexual needs were met, Blaine would hold his beloved until morning. After that, Blaine didn't really care. It wasn't like he was going to be caught as he would be long gone by the time Kurt was found, and Blaine didn't really want to think about a world without his lover until he actually had to.

The trouble was his whole plan went to shit. No, he still needed Kurt dead, but as he had strode up behind Kurt that first time with the knife slipping silently out his pocket, something didn't seem right. Kurt had to die. But not like this. Not with his knife. It just wasn't...appropriate. The knife was for animals or people who meant less to Blaine than animals. Kurt was his angel fallen from heaven and the idea of plunging the same knife which had met the innards of wildlife into the boy seemed distasteful and disrespectful. Kurt deserved a better end than that. Plus, as hot and euphoric as the idea of blood-stained fucking was, it was not going to be practical. Kurt had rounded a corner as this occurred to Blaine and the older boy stopped dead in his tracks as he realised that he had to now rethink his plan.

By the time his head had cleared a little, Blaine had lost Kurt. And it had taken him far too long to find him again. Now that he had him in his grasp again, Blaine felt his anger drive him towards choking the boy with his bare hands. Kurt's eyes were wide and he flailed and hit at Blaine's hands which were closing around his neck.

'Blaine - stop!'

And Blaine stopped.

Kurt pushed his arms away and took a step back, desperately trying to catch his breath. 'Kurt, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-'

'You almost choked me, Blaine!' Kurt sniffed, rubbing the front of his throat which hurt from the brief moment Blaine's thumbs had pressed in.

Blaine stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the semi-resistant Kurt. 'I didn't mean to, Kurt, I just wanted to feel you. I got ahead of myself, I'm sorry.' Kurt pouted but ceased resisting. Blaine pulled him in closer. 'You shouldn't have got me so worked up, I've been wanting you so badly...'

At last, Kurt smiled a little and his arms slid around Blaine. 'I thought you sounded a bit...angry with me a minute ago.'

Blaine feigned surprise and shook his head. 'Angry? More like sexually frustrated.' How could he have considered wasting Kurt on something so simple as stabbing? And had he not regained his control a moment ago he would have let anger steal the life away, and then he would have nothing to show for the whole thing. Plus, strangling didn't seem appropriate either. It wasn't special enough. 'I'm sorry for being rough.'

'You can be rough with me,' Kurt started coyly, 'if you know what I mean.' As Blaine moved to pin Kurt against the hedge again, the smaller boy ducked out the way and began walking backwards all the while beckoning with his finger for Blaine to follow. 'But I'd like you to bring me to the fountain first.'

Feeling like a can of soda being shaken up and ready to burst, Blaine chased after him. Together they playfully tussled and Kurt was kind enough to allow Blaine a few brief-yet-deep kisses and Blaine was kind enough to let Kurt think he was in control of the situation. As the fountain came into view at the end of the pathway, Kurt ran on ahead with Blaine lazily strolling on behind him. If he was being honest with himself, things were going even better than expected. Kurt's sly kisses were gradually building Blaine's arousal and the very idea that he had Kurt truly alone and that he could do whatever he wanted to him was only making him grow harder. He watched as Kurt lept up onto the fountain's ledge and began carefully tredding around the stone rim. His body was so dainty and delicate. Under the moonlight, Kurt's smooth porclain skin was smooth and radiant. Blaine licked his lips.

'Have you ever seen 'Guys and Dolls'?' Kurt asked offhandedly as Blaine entered the fountain's clearing. Blaine folded his arms and let out a 'Mmm?' which betrayed the fact that he wasn't really paying attention to Kurt's words. Kurt didn't notice. 'Have you seen the movie version? The one with Frank Sinatra? There's a scene in it with the church girl and the gambler and they're dancing around a fountain in Havana.' Kurt paused and looked over at Blaine. 'It's sort of romantic. Since I first saw it, I've always loved fountains. I was going to tell you that the first time we came here but...' Kurt shrugged, embarrassed.

Blaine continued to stare at Kurt, who was now just standing on the fountains rim. Something seemed right about this scene. There was something here that was missing when Blaine had tried to use his knife and his hands on Kurt.

Something clicked.

The knife was not pure, it was dirty and spoiled and completely undeserving of Kurt's life. And his strangling hands were fuelled by anger. If there were two things that could never be connected to Kurt, it was impurity and anger. But there was something Blaine found himself associating more and more with this beautiful boy and that was, quite simply, love. Love and sex. That was how Blaine was going to do it. Kurt bent down and his slender finger drew gentle circles on the water's crystal clear surface. Blaine smiled. He knew what to do.

'Kurt...c'mere a second.'

Kurt looked up in vague surprise to see that Blaine had approached the fountain too and was now holding out a hand for him. Smiling a little, Kurt asked 'Why?'

Blaine's grin, half hidden in the shadow of the fountain, widened and there was something lurking behind it. It drew Kurt in. 'Just do as I say.' Obediately, he walked around the stone wall, careful not to fall in the water, and came to a stop in front of Blaine. Hands gripped Kurt's hips and he was gently hoisted down onto the ground again. A sweet kiss was pressed against his lips and Kurt moved his hands up, one cupping the back of Blaine's neck and the other losing itself in the mass of black hair. Without Kurt's complete awareness, Blaine urged him down onto the ground so that they were practically sprawled across the paved courtyard, their heads grazing the fountain's edge.

'You are such a good boy.' Blaine murmured against Kurt's cheek. He felt the younger boy smile and hands slowly slid across his lower back. 'You know I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. From the window when you arrived.' Kurt hadn't known this but remained pleasently silent as Blaine remanised. Kurt's shirt was hoisted above his head and kisses were then littered across his smooth chest and abdomen. One by one their articles of clothing were tossed to the side and Blaine took his time in running his eager hands up and down the length of his lover. Fingers soothed under his legs and twirled around the soles of his feet, lips were pressed against every nook and sweet nothings were whispered into bare skin as Kurt lay with his back arched and his eyes blissfully closed. 'I didn't know I could love before I met you. And I'll never love again.'

Kurt's lashes fluttered as he looked up at him. He gave a quiet 'I love you too.' that broke as he was filled with devotion and desire. Blaine straddled him and delved his tongue into Kurt's open and willing mouth. This once, Blaine let Kurt win the battle of tongue-dominance if only to distract him from the fact he was picking Kurt up. The blue-eyed boy looked down in surprise as his rear was carefully placed on the fountain ledge. Blaine smiled reassuringly and gently nudged Kurt around. 'Put your hands out, and spread your legs.' Kurt glowed in happy understanding and did as he was told. His ass ever so slightly pushed against Blaine's hardened member, and the smaller boy groaned in want as he felt his way from his base all the way to the tip. Blaine smirked and gave Kurt's ass cheek a firm yet playful slap. 'A little eager?'

'I want you.' Kurt said so fast it was obvious he had been bursting to say it. His fingers clawed against the stone and he turned his pleading eyes round to Blaine's. 'I need you so bad, Blaine, please fuck me. Now.'

Blaine did not need to be told twice. He ran his tongue across his fingers and swiftly ran their moistness against Kurt's puckered hole. He was less than courteous as he plunged each finger inside fast and jerked them around. Kurt gasped but was resiliant, letting himself be crudely prepped. Nothing, though, could have prepared him for Blaine's dick as it finally took it's rightful place deep inside him. Kurt's tensed immediately and his back straightened and his legs fought upwards. Blaine hushed him gently to relax, but as he pulled out and slid back in Kurt groaned in pain and his hands fell off the ledge and landed in the water. Elbow deep, Kurt scrambled in vague surprise but Blaine simply chuckled. 'Calm down, I got you... I got you.' Kurt's breath steadied when he felt a strong arm circle around his stomach and held him up. It surprised him, though, when Blaine did not give him time to get his hands out of the fountain before beginning to properly fuck him.

However, Kurt soon didn't care.

'Ahh, shit, Blaine!' Kurt whimpered. Blaine's long and thick dick filled him more and more with each thrust and when he finally stopped tensing around him Kurt found himself in a cloud of delirious pleasure. Blaine was made to be inside him, and Kurt was made to take it. They really were made for each other. Feeling every inch of him be filled, Kurt wished he could reach down and stroke himself. Blaine normally did the honours but was either unable to whilst holding him up or was too caught up in the act. As Blaine's hips rocked faster and with less care, Kurt's cock was rewarded with harsh-yet-incredible grinding against the rock ledge. 'Oh, yes, yes!'

Blaine watched Kurt throw his head back in pleasure. A small smile was slowly spreading across his face. Now was the time. He stopped holding back. The next thrust was hard and it sent Kurt forward a fair bit. Kurt's eyes flew open and he frantically pushed his palms into the fountain's floor to stop himself from falling in.

'Blaine-' Kurt panted. 'Blaine, y-you have to stop o-or help me up. My arms are getting really sore, I can't hold myself up.' Blaine gave another unyielding thrust. Kurt moaned in pain and his arms shook, threatening to give. 'Blaine, stop, you're being too rough!'

Blaine leaned forward and let his smirking lips hover above his ear. 'Oh yeah?' Finally sensing that Blaine was not going to stop, Kurt struggled against him and tried to push himself up. Blaine was having none of it. His arms locked around Kurt, holding him in place. He let out a loud low groan of naughty bliss which turned Kurt's cheeks scarlet. 'So good and tight-!'

His dick pulled out and violently pushed back in all the way to the hilt. Kurt screamed and then began to cry. Blaine hadn't been expecting that but now that it was happening he found he liked it. 'Please, Blaine!' Kurt was begging him now. 'M-My arms! They hurt! You're hurting me!'

Blaine pressed his back on Kurt's and gently soothed him. 'I'm sorry, baby. Why don't you let me hold you up?' He tightened his hold on Kurt's chest and the brown haired boy was fooled into pulling his arms up. That is when Blaine did it.

First, a hand snaked up and into Kurt's silky brown locks. Another pressed firmly against his shoulder as his hips locked Kurt's in place. He then pushed Kurt's head down.

Water splashed up and droplets landed on Blaine's cheek. Kurt's head was fully submerged for a few seconds before he seemed to escape his shock and began struggling. Blaine chuckled. Kurt's arms flew through the air like he was trying to take off like a bird but they kept hitting the water's surface and the stone ledge and not their true target: Blaine. Kurt's legs gave way briefly and then scrambled to jerk Blaine's body off him but he was held in place too securely. His rapid heartbeat practically shook the ground around them, both of them could feel it.

Blaine watched in amusement until his insides flared up again in sexual excitement. His hands gripped Kurt's hair even tighter, squeezing with each wave of pleasure that crashed over him. Air bubbles were surfacing and Blaine screwed him harder as if he was to fuck the air out of him. And it seemed he did. Kurt continued to fight but the air bubbles stopped. Kurt's hole seemed to spasm around his cock. Muscles contracted sending Blaine into blissful realms of ecstacy which only made him grow harder to the point he thought he might explode. But he couldn't. Not yet. This isn't how he wanted to come. If he came too fast he would miss out on the big finish.

'Oh, god, Kurt...' Blaine moaned, circling his hips before pulling most of the way out. Kurt's fighting limbs were getting wilder in accuracy but lacking in power. Both endearing and a turn on, Kurt's feeble attempts to resurface only made Blaine smile as he pushed his darling boy's face further down. He stopped pushing when the fountain's floor stopping him going further. Kurt was now propped over the side and his tired, powerless arms were now mainly in the water making vague shapeless movements. The sounds of the water crashing against the fountain walls and the it falling over Kurt's half-submerged shoulder blades were heard with concentration. Blaine wanted to remember this every time the heard the sound of water. Such an innocent sound would soon be forever tainted with Kurt's delicious blood.

Somehow Kurt's hand managed to escape the water and fingers gently clawed at Blaine's leg. Blaine glanced down and with his free hand he took hold of Kurt's. 'Baby, you like this? Hmm?' He murmured sweetly. 'You want me to screw you harder, don't you? You want me to fuck you til your a lifeless little doll, huh?' The fingers gripped around his. Blaine could feel the strength in them slipping away. His smirk wideded. 'How selfish of me... I forgot about you.' He let Kurt's hand drop onto the ledge and reached down between Kurt's legs. His cock was still hard and slick from early release. Blaine smoothed his fingers up the younger boy's shaft and played with him. He ran his index finger and thumb around the head and then flicked it, before finally using his whole hand to pump it. His wrist moved in time with his thrusts as he started fucking him again. Kurt's hand clenched ever so slightly and twitched but was still too weak to do anything. The life was draining. It was almost all gone. 'You're gonna come for me first, baby.' Blaine assured him, as if Kurt could still hear from under the water. 'You're gonna come, and then your gonna die knowing you came. And you'll feel me. God, Kurt, I'm so close...' Breathing so heavy his heart might burst, Blaine jerked Kurt's cock more viciously. At last, the familiar feeling of come covering his fingers and palm told Blaine that Kurt - against all the fight and consiousness he had left - had orgasmed for him. It was almost enough to make Blaine cry that the last thing Kurt would do would be coming for Blaine like he was told to do.

The hand in Kurt's hair shook and slid free a couple of times but Kurt's head did not resurface. As if sensing that it was happening, Blaine pummelled into Kurt's ass just three more times before he saw the limp hand of his lover fall from the ledge and into the water. Lifeless.

Blaine's insides exploded. His loins twisted and trembled. His release shot out and into Kurt's hole hard and fast and there was just so much! Blaine didn't notice. He was so wrapped up in the torrential storm which was his own orgasm. It was more powerful than Blaine ever thought possible, never mind experienced. He forgot where he was, what he was doing, who he was - all he could see was a blinding white light of euphoria and Kurt's perfect body. Taking it, giving it.

He had been such a good, obedient boy...


Panting. Panting, that's all he could do and all he could hear. Resting his head on Kurt's damp shoulder blades, be breathed. His insides were still exploding and for a moment Blaine was almost positive that he would live the rest of his life experiencing this gloriously neverending pleasure. Kurt gave him this. It was his parting gift.

How strange that he felt like laughing and crying all the while his dick throbbed and his stomach churned with tantalysing fire. He finally opened his eyes and stared down at his beloved's still body. It was still warm, of course. What did he expect? For Kurt's heart to stop beating and for the heat to just disappear with it? Blaine vaguely wondered how long it would take for the body to grow cold. No... No, he couldn't refer to it as 'the body'. It was cruel. He loved Kurt and at least for now that love was ongoing. His arms slipped round Kurt's waist and he gently pulled the boy out from the water and held his small frame close. Kurt was so dainty and precious, even now in death. Blaine couldn't stop gazing at his face: water hung to Kurt's long lashes and glistened like diamonds and his white skin glowed in contrast to the wet, dark brown locks that clung to his forehead, cheekbones and neck. God, how could someone be so beautiful? The only things missing were those eyes. Blaine willed those lids to just...slide open so he could see those pools of crystal blue again but of course the lids stayed shut. Perhaps Blaine could open them himself? It didn't seem right, for some reason. Maybe later. Right now, all Blaine wanted to do was just bask in the glory which was Kurt Hummel.

Through all his joy it was obvious to Blaine that part of him so deeply regretted what he had just done. Kurt was dead. Gone. His entire being was forever in a state of nothingness and all Blaine had now was this gorgeous yet empty shell, which he knew he would enjoy at least another few times before leaving it lying on the fountain ledge to be found by Dalton's groundkeeper. Why waste the perfect thing in the world? Blaine wished he hadn't done it but he wasn't fooling himself: if Kurt were alive right now Blaine would spare just a few moments to rejoice in loving kisses before doing it all over again. He was in love with Kurt but to feel those...sensations again and sensing the life leaving right under his fingertips... Blaine let out a shaking breath and held Kurt closer. He kissed his forehead. His nose. His lips. His skin was so moist Blaine just wanted to lick him dry. His limp arms and legs slipped and slided against Blaine so that when he dipped his lips to Kurt's shoulder the body practically fell off him. Blaine didn't care. In fact, his dick was telling him it was raring to go for round two whilst the body was still warm. Yanking their clothes over into a make-shift bed for them, he rolled Kurt on his stomach and lovingly stroked his back as he kneed his legs apart and positioned himself. The gravel bit into his kneecaps but it only added to the anticipation. At least Kurt's body was protected by the thin layer of clothes he was lying on; Blaine didn't want to have to brush off the dust in his post-climactic state he was soon going to be in again.

Leaning down against him, Blaine murmured softly. 'Kurt, beautiful, I love you so much. Thank you... Thank you for giving me this. You. You're perfect and I love you. So much more than you ever would have known. I need you. God, I fucking need you and you're so fucking generous - I love that. I love that precious hole of yours. It's mine and only mine. This is how it was supposed to be; you gave everything you had for me because you were only ever supposed to be for me. I'm so proud of you, baby, you did so well. You're gonna do it again...okay? One more time.' And maybe another time after that. 'One more time I'm going to fuck you like the little sex whore you are for me.' He stroked the locks of wet hair and licked up Kurt's spine til his tongue danced in the hollow of the back of his neck. 'And when I come inside your tight ass I want you to take it.' He laughed gently. 'And you will. Like a good boy.'

His dick excitedly tucked itself against Kurt's red-hot entrance, just begging for Blaine to push in. But Blaine held off. He wanted to taste Kurt as he fucked him. His tongue flickered up to the boy's ear lobe and he sucked and bit, then he moved his mouth down briefly to kiss just under his jawline before sliding back up towards his m-

Blaine froze. He just stopped. Something...wasn't right.


Nutters, the rabbit. Half mangled and bleeding in the cloth bag. Blaine paused in his act of burying the animal when he noticed a brief yet violent jerk of movement. He peered over the hole and watched as the animal's leg kicked once again and a small amount of dirt fell off from the bag. Was this the post-death spasms Blaine had read about in that book the librarian had ushered out of his grip that one time? No, there was an unmistakable twitch of consciousness. Blaine stared, stunned, and wondered what he had done wrong. How could he not have killed it? He beat it to death. With a mini garden spade that had been sharpened to a point. He cut it's throat, for god's sake! It took a whole minute for Blaine to be released from his stupor and he angrily thrust his foot down on the bag. He kept stomping until his racing heart forced him to stop before he fainted. The rest of the dirt was ushered on top of the now dead animal and Blaine ran as fast as he could away from the area. For some reason, despite his numerous killings of animals which followed, Blaine could never return to Nutters. That fucking rabbit got him. He had him fooled.


A pulse. A goddamn fucking pulse. How-?

Blaine felt his heart shrink and freeze. His lips hovered over the same stop and gently he pressed them against the skin one more time. Another beat. The vein was so hot, so prominant now. The pulse was weak but to Blaine it beat like a drum. Loud. Unmistakable.

Blaine peeled his lips away and stared in nervous shock. He felt like he was eight years old again seeing that fucking leg twitch. 'Kurt...?'

Stab. Blaine's eyes bulged but his throat caught and strangled the scream which desperately wanted to tear free. His thigh burned in with a sharp agonising pain. He looked down at himself and was dumbfounded to find his knife - the one he had believed was still in his pocket - so deep in his leg that the blade could not be seen. Kurt's hand firmly gripped the handle.

Everything was happening in slow motion for Blaine. Shock had overcome him. He saw Kurt's arm flying towards his face but he couldn't move in time to avoid it. The elbow hit his cheek and he fell onto the gravel. His leg screamed in excruciating agong, and so did he. Somewhere above him, Kurt was standing. The dead boy was unsteady and he was coughing like crazy but he was standing. Blaine willed himself to be shocked later; he had to act now. His own hand shook over the knife handle and he steeled himself to pull the blade out, but fear overtook him. Kurt, then, did it for him.

'AH! FUCK!' Blaine cried. The blade jerked out of him at an angle. Tears flooded his eyes and he wasn't sure if he should be clawing at Kurt's throat or thanking him. The answer was obvious when Blaine felt himself be stabbed yet again, this time in his shoulder. It wasn't as deep as the leg attack but it was enough. Blaine screamed and rolled away as the blade was yanked out again. His hands gripped at the gravel as his mind tried to overcome the sensations. Oh, how those sensations were mixing with the quickly-depleting euphoric ones.

Was Kurt going to hurt him again? It seemed likely. It seemed logical. That was why Blaine was deliriously confused when he caught the blurry sight of a naked Kurt stumbling then running away. He disappeared from the clearing as Blaine continued to roll up against the fountain wall. The pain was strong but his inability to move or think clearly was ebbing away. After a few minutes he had regained his breath and had pulled himself up into a seated position. He panted. This was not meant to happen.

He needed to find Kurt and... He didn't know what he was to do.


Blaine was sobbing. He stumbled against a hedge and took a deep intake of air to steady himself, but his lack of self control had nothing to do with his physical injuries. In fact, once he had stopped the bleeding he had found that they were merely flesh wounds. Kurt had failed in maiming him, that is, if he even had that as a goal in the first place. Something told him that it hadn't been.

Kurt purposefully kept his second stabbing light, only wanting to stop Blaine from coming after him. Something deep inside Blaine's black heart broke in anguish as he realised this: Kurt still loved him. He must. There was no other reason, no other excuse.

'Kurt!' Blaine cried out yet again. His voice was hoarse after calling for the other boy for over thirty minutes. 'Kurt, I'm sorry... I'm so... I-I just couldn't take it. Losing you. It's just too hard. I'm sorry. The thought of losing you, someone else having you, I-I no it's no excuse. I'm sick. I need you, please, baby, please come back to me.' He sniffed and fell against a bench halfway up a path. 'I swear, I never wanted to hurt you.' Lies. All lies. 'It all just became too much. Please...I won't hurt you,' Lies. Lies. Lies. 'I love you. I need you.' Truth. 'Talk to me. I want to fix what I did, take me back to the doctors.' And now they had gone full circle back to lies. Blaine knew that he was confusing even himself with his words. He needed to kill Kurt even more than before. For a few minutes he lived in a world where he had taken Kurt's life after watching the body become lifeless with his dick so deep inside, and for those few minutes Blaine had been in heaven. His angel had given him everything he had ever wanted but then a single pusle had taken it all away. But then his heart pounded painfully knowing he wanted Kurt to believe him because part of it was true. Kurt hadn't killed him. He should have, but he didn't. And Blaine felt that it spoke louder than all of his murderous cravings. They loved each other and Blaine would kill to keep Kurt alive.

God, why was he thinking in this way? Why was he back to this fucking place again, not able to decide what he wanted? He forced himself to think practically. His decision wouldn't matter if he couldn't find Kurt. He knew that if he did he would be able to kill him, but also convince Kurt that it was all over and that he would accept help and never ever harm him in any way again. He would know what to do when and if he found him. But where else could he go, he thought to himself, the maze is locked. The hedges were not climbable. The groves are too thick even for someone as slender as Kurt to struggle under. Blaine quickly found the gate and relaxed ever so slightly to see his padlock still secure and untouched. Kurt was probably lost in the maze. Blaine's heart opened and a warm loving notion swept over him. Kurt was naked and disorientated from the period he had gone without air, no doubt, scared and wandering in a frightened panic. He needed Blaine to find him. Blaine wanted to save him.


Blaine lost track of how long he had been searching but eventually the inky black sky transcened into mid blue with the hint of rose pink off in the east. The sun was coming up. Having long since given up calling for him, Blaine thought about his beloved boy as he rounded yet another corner in a tired yet determined stride. It was true: he needed Kurt. Alive. He had him dead and now he could have him alive again. Perhaps it was the physical and mental exhaustion which brought about this realisation but until he was rested up with Kurt by his side he was not going to question it.

He sighed. He couldn't keep walking aimlessly like this. Blaine took another path he knew led to the padlocked gate again figuring he would wait outside the maze in the open air and wait for Kurt to come out himself. The gate up ahead was still locked, as expected, but as Blaine drew closer his heart dropped as it skipped a beat.

Of course, Kurt had the knife. How did Blaine forget that little bit of information? Just a few feet from the gate was a crudely cut hole in the branches. Through the hole, a sample of Dalton's front lawn could be seen. Kurt had escaped, and for all Blaine knew, he had done so a long time ago.


A.N. *Hides behind numerous objects to avoid judgemental eyes* You guys have no idea how nervous I was to post this. I wrote the beginning and end first then went back to the middle becaue I was even apprehensive to create the scene! So please please be kind and tell me your thoughts. Did you like it even a little?