Summary: Two years ago Kurt's boyfriend was kidnapped and supposedly murdered. Two years ago Blaine was ripped away and brainwashed into believing his captor loved him. It's two years later and they've been reunited, but it's not everything they imagined it would be.
Warning: Non-explicit mentions of non-con. There's definite violence in this chapter as well. Also mentions of suicidal thoughts (past mentions).
A/N:So here's another chapter for you guys. As I mentioned in the last chapter there will be no update on Tuesday due to my lovely sister coming to visit me. So you should be mad at her and not me :P. However I will update on the following Friday, so it's only a one week wait. I hope you can forgive me (and her)!
Also there's a bit of a time shift here. A few days have passed since we last saw our boys- but nothing major happened which is why in the last chapter we looked at Joey making it to New York and talking with Finchel.
Well without further ado here's the next chapter.
Chapter 14: Don't Say Goodbye
September 2013
"Pierre," Blaine started in a quiet voice very early in the afternoon. The man had just eaten lunch and was usually the least unpleasant when he wasn't still tired and had just eaten. "You're going to let Kurt go right? He won't tell anyone about me, he loves me. He wouldn't risk my life. We can just move once you get the ransom. We can go somewhere else-"
Pierre glared at him, "What I do with your little boyfriend is my decision, not yours."
"Pierre, please-"
"If I want to keep him I will. If I want to let him go I will. If I want to kill him I will. I'm going to do what I want to do. Your opinion doesn't matter Blaine. I don't care if he loves you. My decision is final." Pierre's eyes darkened as they flickered between the two boys. "Besides it's been awhile since I've had a virgin and it'll be so much fun to screw all that sass out of him."
Blaine saw the way Kurt's face paled at the statement. He'd be surprised if there was any colour left in his face either. "You don't need him. You have me. You- you said as long as you had me you didn't need anyone else. You- you promised-"
"I promised if you behaved I wouldn't go after your sister. I never said anything about Kurt," Pierre just let out a chuckle. "Besides you're the one who screwed up and brought him here. So it's your fault he's here in the first place."
"You told me to rob him!" Blaine exclaimed, not too loudly, although his voice did raise a little. "You told me to. I can't just not do what you tell me to-"
"Lower your voice," Pierre hissed roughly. "You don't get to yell at me Blaine. Now shut the hell up. I haven't decided what I'm going to do with him yet but if you keep pissing me off I'll use him and then I'll kill him. Then guess what- after I make you watch all of it -and I mean all of it- I'll kill you and go to Lima for your replacement- Won't little Bri be so happy to see me?"
"You promised-" Blaine started again, before cutting himself off when Pierre rose from the couch. He stepped back uncomfortably, before seating himself in the kitchen chair near Kurt and lowering his head. He tried to speak again, keeping his voice soft, "Please let him go. I'll stop screwing up I promise. I'll stop pickpocketing and only rob people if that's what you want. I'll- I'll be better in bed-"
"Blaine," Kurt whispered next to him, shaking his head.
"Please Pierre I'm begging you. We can move. We'll go wherever you want. Please I love him and I know you love me- I love you too. Please, for me, let him go?" He barely raised his head during the whole spiel, aiming his voice more at the floor than the man by the couch trying to watch TV.
Pierre's head swivelled to look at him sharply. "I thought I told you to shut up?"
"I just- I love him. I don't want to see him hurt, or killed. He loves me too so he won't tell anyone about me. He knows you'd kill me if he did- if anyone found out I was still alive. Please Pierre I'm begging you."
Pierre's face twisted as he snarled, "I told you to shut up."
"Pierre-"
The man growled, stalking towards the closet and coming back with a fresh coil of rope and a couple scarves. He tied a knot in each of the scarves before pushing Blaine out of the chair next to Kurt and to the floor. Once the boy was out of the way he shoved the gag into Kurt's protesting mouth, before fastening it tightly.
He chucked the other scarf and the rope to the floor and gripped the handle of a knife from the block and pulled it out. He kneeled on the floor next to Blaine, "Don't you dare move or I swear to God I will gut him like a pig."
Blaine lay still on the floor, his entire body trembling as Pierre grabbed the rope and tied his hands behind his back. "Pierre, please stop. Please don't do this."
Pierre ignored him, moving to tie his ankles together next. He rolled the boy onto his back and held onto the knife. "How many times did I tell you to shut up?" He asked in an ominous tone, the knife touching down on Blaine's arm. At Blaine's silence he asked again, "How many?"
"I-I don't know." He gasped as a sharp line of pain cut into his arm as the knife slashed down.
"So basically I told you so many times that you lost count," Pierre clarified, placing the knife against his arm again, a few inches higher, "is that right?"
If someone loved you they would stop when you asked them to, that was what Kurt had shown him just a few days ago. "Pierre," he whispered, "please, stop this. I don't like this, please. It hurts."
Pierre sliced down another gash and tears burst into his eyes, "I asked you a question."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes flickering to Kurt. The other boy was sobbing into his gag and pulling desperately at his ropes. He pulled at his own lightly, but they were both trapped. They were both at Pierre's mercy and it looked like he didn't have any. "Please Pierre I'm sorry. Please, stop."
Pierre rolled his eyes and grabbed the other scarf, before gagging him for the first time in over a year. "I think he's been a bad influence on you Blaine," he growled as he fastened the gag around the back of his head. "I think you've forgotten who's in charge around here. Is that it? Have you forgotten? Do I need to remind you?"
He shook his head desperately, tears still sliding down his face and a quick flicker to Kurt saw the other boy was crying just as hard.
Pierre placed the knife by his cheek, "I think I do." He pressed a small, sharp gash under his eye and down his cheek on the left side, only smiling as blood mingled with tears.
"You really think I love you? Are you really that stupid Blaine? No one loves you. I knew you were an idiot, but this is ridiculous. I don't love you. I like the sex and I like the way you look. I like it when you sob into my pillow. The part I like most about the sex; is that you don't. Does that really sound like someone who loves you Blaine? You're here because if you leave I will find you and I will kill you and then I'll take your pretty little sister. Actually I might not even need to do that. If you don't smarten up well Kurt's already here, isn't he?" Pierre tugged up his shirt and sliced a deep gash into his side. "I'm the one in charge here Blaine. If you run, I'll find you, just like I did last time. Don't piss me off Blaine. You don't get to have opinions; you just do as you're told."
Shakily Blaine nodded his head, tears still streaming down his cheeks.
Pierre carefully pulled the gag from his lips, "Who's in charge here Blaine?"
"You are," he whispered weakly, sniffling back more tears. "I'm sorry. You're in charge. You are. Please."
"That's what I thought," he flipped Blaine onto his stomach and untied his hands. "I'm leaving. I'll be back when I have the money. Don't even try to leave or the next gash goes through your throat and don't think I won't know if you do. I have eyes and ears everywhere. I have friends I just don't bother introducing them to someone as worthless as you."
Blaine didn't even dare to untie his ankles until after the door slammed. Very shakily he fought to get his legs underneath him, swaying a little when he did, and pulled the gag from Kurt's face. "Are you okay?" He whispered in a small voice.
Kurt just shook his head, "You're asking me? Blaine- he just- I-" the words wouldn't come out.
Blaine looked at him, mumbling very quietly, "I guess you were right."
April 2013
Blaine passed over the small collection of wallets he'd acquired, along with the bracelet he'd swiped off an elderly woman and watched as Pierre stowed them carefully under the passenger seat of the car. With a deep breath and a swallow he asked, "I- Are we going to go back to the apartment soon?"
Pierre levelled a glare at him, before letting out a stark laugh, "I don't think so. I have a bit of a test for you today." The man pulled a knife from under the seat and held it out, "Take this."
Shakily he clasped his hand around the handle, "Wh-what am I supposed to do with this?" He asked in a quiet voice. Already his stomach was starting to sink as he let his eyes rise up to meet Pierre's. "I-I mean I-"
"There's a woman walking down the street there. She's probably a little bit older than you," Pierre gripped his shoulders and turned his body so he could see a curly haired blond striding down the street confidently, holding her purse under her arm. There was a very clear label on the purse, a logo proclaiming that the purse was Prada. He recognized it as the same logo that had been on a pair of shoes Brianna had begged their parents for.
The young women's body language and clothing screamed wealthy.
"I see her," he whispered, already knowing what was coming and dreading it.
"Now I could take her back to the apartment and have my way with her, have her parents pay me a ridiculous sum and then dump her body in the port," Pierre began, whispering into his ear darkly from behind, "or you can lure her somewhere secluded and help lighten her load. That purse of hers and those earrings and necklace look mighty heavy. I'm sure you could charm her into letting you have them in exchange for not cutting her throat. Think of it as doing her a favour."
"I-" he clutched the knife before carefully sliding it into his pants and covering it with his t-shirt. He licked his lips. He was kind of doing her a favour. Between being robbed and being kidnapped, raped and murdered she'd probably prefer the former to the latter. "O-okay I'll be right back then, I guess."
His body trembled a little as he walked at a fast pace to catch up to the woman and carefully jostled her just slightly. "Oh sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," he forced a smile her way. "I- maybe I could make it up to you?"
"Is that really your best pick up?" The woman, more of a girl really, let out a small laugh as she looked him up and down. Her face was a little round, pretty in a more unnoticeable kind of way than some of the other girls he'd seen, "You're cute, I'll give you that."
"I'm out of practice," he admitted in a quiet voice, smiling again even as internally his heart was beating way too fast. "I just wanted to talk to you. I know- I know I'm probably not your usual type," he gestured to his worn clothing and faded jeans, "but I promise I'm a nice guy."
"What's your name?" She asked, walking in step with him. He made sure to keep his strides short so Pierre wouldn't lose sight of him until it was time to make his move.
"Oh um- Kurt," he grabbed the first name he could think of and blushed. Of course it would be Kurt. Kurt somehow always managed to filter into his dreams- saving him, loving him, or just remembering the times they used to have together. He bit his lip and forced the memories back into the deep recesses of his mine, "Yours?"
"Amy," she smiled brightly back at him. She looked flustered at the male attention, almost like she wasn't used to it. "I'm nineteen."
"Eighteen," he replied, telling her the truth for once. He followed that minute truth with another lie. "Would you let me buy you a coffee or lunch or something? I know this great little place. I could show you."
"I-" she chewed her lower lip, looking as if she were thinking about it, before showing off a smile that bared her teeth, "I'd love that."
"It's just this way," he mumbled nervously as he pointed towards the thin alley between two boutiques. "It's actually on the next block, but it's the nicest little bistro - I think you'd like it."
She followed him willingly, blindly naive and trusting, just like he used to be. He hated to have to scare her or threaten her. So when he stopped walking he didn't push her against a wall like he'd seen Pierre do. He didn't even pull out the knife. Instead he was straight up. "Look Amy- I need you to give me your purse and your jewellery. I really don't want to do this," his voice hoarsened as he spoke, "but I really don't have a choice. Believe me when I say this is a life or death situation for the both of us."
Her smile dropped her brown eyes widened, "Kurt what are you talking about?"
"Look just give them to me, okay? I don't want him to hurt you. Shit- I don't want to get hurt either. Just- either pretend this never happened or say I threatened you with a knife or something- just please don't mention that I was forced to do this, okay? I just-" he shook his head as tears brimmed up in his eyes, "I didn't want to scare you- or threaten you the way he wants me to- that's the only reason I'm telling you this."
She stared at him for a long moment, seemingly uncomprehending.
"Amy I'm serious. I will be killed if you don't act like I did this on my own accord, okay? Amy, can you do that for me?"
She licked her lips and her eyes brightened with her own tears. "You don't actually like me-"
"I think you're probably a very nice person-" he started, wondering why on Earth that was her biggest concern at the moment, "but honestly dating is my last concern right now- and I'm sort of gay. Just please give me what I'm asking for. I don't want to have to take it."
She shoved the purse at him and he let out a small sigh of relief as he watched her removed her diamond earrings. "Tell whoever it is you couldn't get the necklace. It belonged to my mother."
"Okay," he looked down the alley both ways, and when he saw that Pierre wasn't in sight and wasn't close nearby he pointed down the other end of the alley, "There's actually a nice bistro down that way. I've never been in- but maybe you could take your next date there. There's usually a uniformed officer near there. You could report the robbery to him- just-"
"You- knife- no one else was mentioned- got it," she looked him over, her eyes somewhat puffy before she turned and ran from the alley as if she were afraid he might actually pull out a knife at any second.
If she hadn't handed everything over so easily he would have had to.
He walked to the end of the alley and found Pierre leaning against the wall of one of the boutiques, waiting for him. A backpack was shoved his way and he discretely slipped the purse inside, along with the earrings. He lowered his voice, "She got away before I could grab the necklace."
Pierre shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. Not particularly caring. Apparently the designer bag and its potential innards were enough to satisfy him. Blaine just shouldered the pack and walked after the man when he left the wall.
"Next time don't strike up a conversation. Wait until they go somewhere secluded and surprise them from behind. You don't want anyone to see your face. They'll give a likeness to the cops and then we might have some trouble," Pierre growled at him softly as they walked.
"You told me to-"
"Don't argue." The words were snapped back and he winced back just slightly.
"Okay." He fell silent immediately. Instead he let his mind wander back to Kurt. He had to wonder if Kurt ever did make it into Julliard or ended up attending another New York preforming arts school.
He wondered if the other boy had found love again- if he was still dating the football player he'd saw in high school- or if he'd found someone else. He wondered if Kurt's new man was anything like him.
The thought of Kurt with another guy made his heart break up like slivers of glass cracking off something that had already been broken. Still- he hoped Kurt was doing okay without him. He just hoped that he hadn't broken his promise- that he hadn't said goodbye.
April 2013
"One year done, let's celebrate," the other boy's shaggy blond hair looked even crazier than usual as he twirled Kurt around. "You, me, Finn and Rachel need to go out tonight."
"Bradley would you not twirl me in the middle of the street," Kurt blushed and shook his head as he disentangled their hands. "I'll ask Finn and Rachel, but honestly you and I both know that seeing those two drunk is not the best idea. Remember what happened the last time?"
"That's one time-" Brad shook his head and laughed. "Besides didn't you tell me that they were both completely embarrassed about it later?"
"It still doesn't change the fact that I'm scarred for life," Kurt gave a dramatic shudder as he walked down the sidewalk at the other boy's side. "I'm sorry but you can't tell me you liked seeing my brother practically rip off my best friend's shirt in front of us. Trust me when I say that's more Rachel Berry than I ever wanted to see."
Bradley laughed, leaning over to lightly peck him on the cheek. "You have to admit it was funny."
"That's it, I'm breaking up with you," Kurt gave an overdramatic huff as he started walking a little faster.
"You've said that nearly every day for the last three months," Bradley shrugged his shoulders with a grin, "And that's about how long we've been dating. I'm pretty sure I don't believe you."
Kurt smiled back at him lightly, before stopping in his tracks as the smile slipped from his face.
"Kurt?"
Kurt wasn't paying attention. His eyes were on a head of dark curly hair across the street walking with a blonde girl before they both disappeared into an alleyway.
"Kurt you look like you've seen a ghost-"
Kurt turned his eyes on Brad's, "I thought-" he shook his head, "it couldn't be. He-He's dead and that guy was with a girl and-"
"What's going on?" Brad's hand closed over his gently. "Kurt, who did you think you saw?"
"I need to sit down," Kurt whispered shakily, still shaking his head back and forth in shock. His entire face had turned a stunningly pale shade of white. His eyes wouldn't even focus until Brad was pushing him gently into a park bench and kneeling in front of him.
"Kurt?"
"I thought I saw him," he whispered in a small voice. "I thought I saw Blaine-"
Bradley frowned at him. "Who's Blaine? I mean- the name sounds familiar. I think Finn mentioned him once- but it was only in passing-"
"He was-" Kurt shook his head tiredly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but Rachel told me I should wait- that it scared guys away and I- I don't know-"
"Kurt I love you, you're not going to scare me away," Brad's words were blurted and Kurt looked at him, eyes wide and stunned. "I didn't mean to say it so soon- or- or like that but I do. I love you Kurt." A blushing smile grew over the blonde's face, "I love you."
"I- th-thank you?" He tried, unable to let the words fall from his lips. "I'd like to say it back, but Brad I can't. I'm not ready. I-I wouldn't mean them- not yet anyway."
"It's okay," Brad rubbed over his hand, "you don't have to say it until you mean it. Why- why don't you tell me about this Blaine guy? He sounds kind of important to you-"
"He was my first boyfriend- first and only guy I've ever loved to date," Kurt murmured in a quiet voice.
"The picture," Brad's voice rose slightly as he remembered. "I asked Finn about it. He said that boy in the picture on your nightstand was Blaine- but he wouldn't tell me anything else. He said to ask you, but I figured you'd tell me when you were ready-"
"He died," Kurt whispered suddenly, swallowing thickly. "He was killed and I- I still love him. He still has so much of my heart Brad. I just-"
Brad's weight settled beside him on the bench and an arm wrapped around him, pulling him close. "It's okay. I don't mind. Why- why don't you tell me what happened? I promise you won't scare me away."
"He was kidnapped," Kurt murmured suddenly, resting against the other boy. "This man- they never caught him- he took him when he was walking home from work. He held him for ransom and- and something went wrong during the ransom drop and Blaine- he was killed."
"I'm sorry babe," Brad whispered into his hair gently, pressing a light kiss there. "I'm sorry you had to go through that Kurt. I wish I could help you somehow-"
"You do," Kurt murmured quietly, "by just doing this. This helps."
"You know the moment you walked into History of Theatre I thought to myself- that has to be the handsomest guy on the face of the earth," Brad told him in a soft voice, changing the subject quietly and kissed his head again. "I- Kurt I know you don't love me now and – it's okay that you still love Blaine. I understand-"
"I said I'd never say goodbye to him-"
"I don't want you to," Brad held him tightly as he pressed his head into Brad's shoulder and started to cry very softly. "You don't have to say goodbye to him Kurt. "
"I thought for sure it was him- but it couldn't have been-"
"Shh," Brad soothed, his hand smoothing comfortingly over his hair. "It's okay."
"I don't want to say goodbye-"
"Don't," Brad told him seriously. "Don't say goodbye if you don't want to."
"I want to be able to love you Brad. You're so kind and sweet and good-looking. I just- how am I supposed to love you if I can't let him go?" Kurt pulled back from the embrace, shaking his head. He was lost- utterly lost. It was like his heart was being pulled in two different directions.
"Keep Blaine in your heart," Brad's voice was firm and gentle at the same time. "Keep him there, just try to make some room there for me too, okay?"
"I'll try," Kurt let out a long sigh, "but that's all I can give you."
"That's all I'm asking for, Kurt. I love you and I'll still be here whenever you're willing to say it back."
A/N: So for that one person who asked in a review: "Who the hell is Bradley?" Now you know, but don't worry. This IS a Klaine story. Also this chapter contained the last flashback. From now on the dates either signal a change in scene or possibly a jump in time. I'll see you guys next Friday. After that the updates should go back to normal... at least until exam period starts.