A/N: Firstly thanks as always for all the feedback, it means a lot to me. And I'm still getting new alerts, that really is amazing!
And as promised, a rather quick update, now that I can focus my attention on this story. And things I've learned sine the last A/N: I should never tell you what will be coming up in the next chapter, as clearly I can't stick to my original plan. There is no talk of Prom in sight at all here as the story headed into a completely different direction.
My apologies in advance, this chapter is somewhat of a mixed bag emotionally and it gets a bit heavy in the last third. There is a Warning for this chapter, which I put at the bottom. So if you know you have anything that you might find upsetting please go and read it.
Chapter 28 Two can play that game
Blaine punched the pillow again in frustration as the scene played over and over in his head. Why on earth did he have to take the bait and ask them what was wrong? He should have just gotten up and left, not knowing would have definitely been better.
Wes and Nick had looked at Blaine shifting uncomfortable in their seats but once that name had been uttered there really had been no going back.
"Well…" Wes had started after a moment smiling woefully at Blaine who had gone pale and had clutched his mug like he was going to try and crush it with his hands.
"It's really just … I know we really don't know what exactly happened between you two and believe me I don't want to upset you but … look, I try and be honest here ok" Wes had said, swallowing nervously waiting for a reaction from Blaine who had just nodded.
"I, we … the Warblers, we're getting kind of worried about Sebastian."
Blaine's eyes had shot up and stared at Wes at his words. "Carry on…" he had said tight lipped.
"It's … ever since you two broke up he kind of keeps losing it … and I mean not just in his normal cocky annoying way but … outright short and rude to everyone and for one he really looks like shit … I think he actually doesn't sleep and I am sure he has spent more than one night getting drunk and … well I think we all always suspected that he had a kind of self destructive side to him, normally well hidden under all his well put togetherness but … this really has gotten to him."
"And what can I do about it?" Blaine had huffed interrupting Wes's flow. "I'm not his keeper … not anymore … in case you've forgotten." Blaine's jaw had clenched as he had felt the confusion and the need to do something take over at those words but he didn't want it. He was not responsible for Sebastian and as far as Blaine was concerned he had dug his own hole.
"We know…" Nick had carried on. "it's just … you know like we said to you, once a Warbler always a Warbler and … and that is true for him as much as it is for you … we try and look out for our own and … he is clearly not pulling out of this and won't talk to anyone about it … and I guess we were thinking if you two could just talk it out… maybe you could get through to him…"
Blaine's eyes had been growing big as saucers and given Nick a "WTF" look.
"No, not like in getting back together or anything" Nick had added hastily, as he realised that his request might have come across as such. "But maybe you could talk and give him closure or something. If I wouldn't know him better I'd say Sebastian is pining and …"
"Pining?" Blaine had literally choked on the sip of coffee he had just taken. "You got to be kidding me. Sebastian doesn't pine."
"Well, whatever you want to call it. But none of us are getting through to him and at this rate he is going to ruin his final grades. Really we would not be talking to you about him if we weren't really worried. Gosh I don't even know if he really has a close friend he can confide in about these things but …"
"And what makes you think I even want to talk to him? I should really not give a shit about him anymore after …" Blaine had just managed to cut himself off in time. He had chosen not to disclose his reasons for the break-up to his friends and he wanted to keep it that way. Somewhere deep down he still gave a shit about Sebastian, call it stupid teenage infatuation of whatever but he had thought he loved him at one point and despite hating him he couldn't just turn that feeling off completely.
Wes and Nick had nervously glanced at each other before looking back at Blaine. "All we're saying is maybe think about it. And please don't feel like we're taking sides against you or anything it's just … you haven't seen him lately and…"
Blaine had gulped and had to dig his fingers in his thigh to stop himself from being overwhelmed by emotions and start blabbing in front of his friends.
"Is he really in that bad a state?" Blaine had asked after staring at his friends for what seemed like forever.
"Pretty much. Believe us, we would not be talking to you about this otherwise." And the sincere look of concern in their eyes hadn't done anything to help Blaine stay on top of his feelings. Shit, he couldn't, he didn't want to deal with this. This had meant to be his day out, his first day of his new life and somehow it had all come crashing down on him again.
"Sorry guys, I have to go." Blaine had said as he stood up hastily and grabbed his bags with his "retail therapy" items which had already completely lost their purpose.
"Blaine, please, we're sorry if we upset you. Come on, let's talk about something else"
Blaine had shaken his head looking at his friends, "No sorry, and I'm not mad at you It's just … I need to do some thinking and I need to be alone. I call you, ok." Blaine had said before rushing out of the coffee shop and down the mall to the carpark, having left Wes and Nick staring at him guiltily as he left
That had been over two hours ago and Blaine was still fuming. His fist was still hitting the pillow again and again and again. Fucking Sebastian, even in breaking up he had to have the upper hand and suddenly become the martyr in this? How dared he? He had no right. Blaine was howling as he finally threw the pillow across the room. The worst thing was that he had actually had the phone in his hand at least five times already, his finger hovering over Sebastian's number almost trance like only to throw it across the room like it was on fire a moment later. How his phone was still in one piece Blaine had no idea. He needed someone to talk to but the only two people he could possibly confide in about how he really felt, as they incidentally also were the only two people other than him and Sebastian who knew the whole story, were away on a well deserved birthday weekend and despite Dave's invitation to call him Blaine felt it would be wrong bothering them with his drama. If he still felt like shit tomorrow he would give them a call.
But for now he just needed some air to clear his head. It was getting late but he just needed to get out as it felt like the walls were caving in on him. An idea flashed through his mind seemingly out of nowhere as it seemed so out of character for him. He went over to his drawer and after rummaging around for a bit he found it. His fake ID. Blaine went over to the full length mirror and checked himself over. Well, it's not exactly to his usual standard, as he had dressed rather casually for his shopping trip earlier but for tonight it would do. Not that the place he was intending on frequenting had a particularly high dress code anyway. He squared his shoulders and put on a determined face. He had not done anything like this before but tonight he was going to have fun one way or another. Maybe that was what he needed to do to get over Sebastian, someone else to take his mind of things. Reminding himself that there was a life to be had out there. He left his parents a note saying that he would be out with some friends and be back late (knowing that this might get him into trouble but what the hell). Not really sure whether this would be a good idea or not but being determined to live a little, he started driving regardless, destination Scandals.
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"Mmhm" Kurt hummed contentedly snuggling up closer to Dave but really still too tired to open his eyes.
"Morning" Dave chuckled as he turned his head to place a little peck on Kurt's lips. He had been lying awake for the last ten minutes but really had had felt no urge whatsoever to leave this place or to even move. It was soft and warm and smelled of Kurt, who was wedged against him and sounded absolutely adorable as he slept, the odd little snore escaping him, which of course Dave would never tell him for fear of serious retributions.
The peck had only been meant to be a little good morning gesture but when Dave felt Kurt's lips parting the second their lips made contact he without delay leaned in further and deepened the kiss, being met in response with a breathy moan from Kurt and an eager tongue that was invading his mouth and exploring it. Dave groaned as he felt Kurt's tongue brush against his own and then licking against his lips and teeth before going back to tease his tongue. He slightly turned himself as to get a better angle, now resting half on top of Kurt, and before long they were full on making out.
Dave pulled apart panting after a few minutes grinning at Kurt like a goof.
"Good morning to you too," Kurt chuckled. "You know I could get used to this ... being woken up like this I mean. Definitely beats my old boring alarm."
"Oh I could totally be ok with that idea, just … where would you keep me? I'm a bit big for living on your bedside table." Dave smirked as he leaned in for another kiss.
"Oh … I don't know … I kind of hoped you would double up as a pillow and electric blanket, my feet do tend to go cold at night you know … so you would have to kind of live in my bed I suppose," Kurt teased accepting the kiss eagerly.
"Mhmmm, could be worse I guess … and yes, your feet do get cold at night, don't think I hadn't noticed the ice blocks wedging themselves between my legs."
Kurt gave Dave a gentle slap on his arm at the last comment but was grinning widely.
"So, anything else in that job description?" Dave enquired as he propped himself up on his elbow and smiled at Kurt.
Kurt let a very calculated mischievous grin come over his face. He knew exactly what he was doing with this grin. He could already see it in Dave's face. Dave couldn't resist this particular combination of sassiness and seductive and Kurt was perfecting this grin every time he put it on. "Oh … I could think about a thing or two that would help with a successful application as my personal alarm…"
Dave gulped and knew that Kurt knew what he was doing to him looking at him like that. Those fucking eyes really were everything and more Dave could have ever hoped for. Not that the rest of Kurt wasn't hot as hell but those eyes would get him every time. And on to of that he had to display that sexy smirk! But two could play that game he thought to himself. He knew that one of Kurt's favourite parts of his body, despite his obvious fascination with his chest, was that little mole he had at the back of his neck. Ever since that first time they had kissed after Kurt had latched onto exactly this spot, he sooner or later had ended up licking and sucking around it and it soon had become one of Dave's most erogenous zones and probably Kurt knew this which only made his infatuation with said spot even worse. Dave guessed it was a bit like a Pavlovian reaction by now. He just needed to think about Kurt being near that area at the back and he would feel his breathing speed up. But right now he wanted to use Kurt's fondness of that area this to his advantage.
He grabbed one of Kurt's hands and after giving each finger a kiss guided Kurt's hand to the back of his neck and let it rest against that sensitive area. He noticed Kurt's slight change in demeanour as he realised that Dave was kind of challenging him in the 'lets try to drive the other one crazy department' before the smirk returned to his face.
"And …" Dave finally rasped out. "What would those be?" He could already feel Kurt's fingers start to draw little circles around that spot and his breathing hitched, ok so maybe he should have thought this through more.
"Oh … I don't know … for example … let me do this whenever I feel like it?" Kurt lifted himself up and pressed Dave down into the mattress and like Dave had assumed he would he latched on to that beautifully sensitive spot as he straddled Dave across his back and Dave could feel Kurt's already hard cock pressing against his spine.
"Mhmmm…" Dave moaned happily as he grinned into the pillow his head was resting against, slightly pressing his head and neck back against Kurt's touch, which only made Kurt intensify his sucks and licks and Dave could feel Kurt's breath getting slightly erratic. I seemed like Kurt was not quite so sassy anymore all of a sudden as he sounded like he was starting to purr, and of course Dave still had his joker to play. Dave had noticed the way Kurt would literally lose it when his voice went into his lower register and got all rumbly and growly, which normally happened naturally when he reached a certain state of arousal. But Dave had been working on getting it to this place on purpose knowing its effects on Kurt and now would be a good time as any to try out his little theory.
"And … anything else you could think off?" Dave growled his voice low and husky.
"Oh …" Kurt played coy on purpose now as he stopped his ministrations to Dave's neck, but really he could feel his hairs stand on edge. Dave had worked that one out then, Kurt thought grinning as he felt a guttural growl reverberate through Dave's back and unavoidable straight to his groin. Time for letting him know who was boss! Kurt realised he quite enjoyed this little game.
"Let me think …" "No … can't think of anything else" he teased as his teeth were scraping against the skin of Dave's neck and Kurt revelled in the reaction he elicited from Dave. 'Let's see who has who unravelled first' he thought. Kurt was pretty confident it would be Dave.
"Oh ok … shame though … I think I will be seriously overqualified in that case and might have to look for employment elsewhere." Dave tried sounding serious and not like he was close to bursting out.
"Oh …don't you dare ..." Kurt groaned out huskily and like he meant every word of it before biting down on Dave's neck in response just to make his point and kind of stake his claim, and realising that Dave got him to drop his act let out a huffed "darn". Dave chuckled victoriously under him and Kurt huffed again. "You might have one this one but you haven't won the war." Kurt stated emphatically before diving in again, pressing himself up tight against Dave and biting down again on Dave's neck and then licking over the red flesh with his tongue.
When Dave felt Kurt bite down on his neck all aroused and possessive a low rumble of groans and moans escaped him, he didn't even need to try to sound like an animal ready to pounce. And he knew Kurt had won. Who was he kidding anyway; probably Kurt would always be the one driving him nuts first. It almost felt like it was supposed to be that way. At least by the sound of it Kurt wasn't far behind as his breathing was ragged and Dave felt a definite move of Kurt's hips against his back at the noises that escaped him.
"So that a yes then?" Kurt teased finding some of his sassiness again. "And just so you know, I wouldn't worry about being overly qualified if I was you …I am sure I will put ALL your talents to good use." His voice all cocky and confident now as he felt Dave literally tense up under him at his words and his teeth were once again grazing at Dave's' skin.
"You can be such a bossy b…" Dave moaned but cut himself off, swallowing hard instead. Maybe it wasn't the best idea calling his boyfriend, who currently had him pinned to the bed and was still biting his neck, that.
He could feel Kurt chuckle against his skin. "What was that?" Kurt murmured against Dave's ear.
"Nothing" Dave panted trying to sound innocent.
"Come on big boy … say it …" Kurt was clearly teasing now and Dave knew it was more of a command than a request. And gosh Dave loved, loved loved this side of Kurt. Kurt pulled himself up and put all his weight on Dave's back, hoping it would be enough to immobilise him but knowing that there was a high chance Dave could throw him off if he wanted to. "I dare you…" he said as he riddled up Dave's shirt and let his fingernails drag over his skin.
Dave keened and arched his back at the contact. How many more fucking ways could Kurt think of of driving him mad? "Fine … you can be such a bossy bitch." Dave panted.
"See … that wasn't so hard … and I take that as a compliment" Kurt giggled, "and anyway … you wouldn't want me any other way…"
"True" Dave laughed, his body shaking and Kurt involuntarily bouncing up and down a bit as he was still tightly straddling Dave.
"But just so you know," Dave said after getting his breath back, which took longer than normal as Kurt's weight was making deep breathing difficult. "You won't always be the one on top" and with that Dave bucked up and totally taking Kurt by surprise threw him off of him, and for a guy of his stature whipped around rather fast and nifty and before Kurt knew what had happened he was under Dave and pinned by the arms and Dave was grinning down on him. And on top of that Kurt could feel Dave's erection press against his own and he instinctively brought up his hips and rolled them against Dave's crotch.
"Dave…" he moaned grinding up again.
Dave chuckled. "Who's in charge now?" he whispered as his mouth brushed against Kurt's ear before he sucked Kurt's lobe in to his mouth and nibbled on it.
"Oh god … you ok … I surrender … just …" Kurt's eyes opened and fixed Dave with a wanton stare. "Take me now" he whined out, still sounding bossy but almost desperately so.
"Fuck Kurt…" Dave growled starting to meet Kurt's thrusts. "Don't say shit like that … you … the things you do to me …" Dave whimpered. "How do you manage to still be in charge despite clearly …"
"Natural talent" Kurt moaned lifting his head up and capturing Dave in a passionate kiss. "Remember …me … bossy bitch!" he grunted as his thrusts up against Dave became more urgent and needy and, well yes, commanding as he started to dictate a speed.
"Oh fuck…" was all Dave was able to groan out in reply as he sat up straddling Kurt and urgently tugged at Kurt's pyjama top. "Off" he huffed as he quickly stripped off his own top and then stood up quickly shimmying out of his pants. Kurt didn't need to be asked twice, stripping out of his pyjamas in record time and laying back down. He let out a high pitch moan as Dave immediately was back on top of him, showering him with kisses and licks all along his torso and chest as they started to move again, feeling their erections pressing and sliding together.
Kurt's hands were now free to roam and he stroked down Dave's back and let his hands rest on Dave's ass, caressing its beautifully full and round shape before digging his nails in and feeling Dave tense and whimper in return. They both knew they were close already as the all too familiar feeling of tightening of muscles and warmth that was pooling at the bottom of the spine was building up fast and their breathing was loud and laboured.
One of Kurt's hands went a little lower and started to stroke in between Dave's cheeks. At first Kurt hadn't really been aware where his hand had travelled to. He was too wrapped up in focussing on his impending orgasm. But when he felt Dave tense and hold his breath and look at him he suddenly noticed. He fixed Dave with his gaze and instead of retracting his hand he continued and soon one of his fingers found Dave's entrance and was massaging the puckered flesh around it. Dave looked like he was ready to explode, his breath was coming out in staccato like gasps and he for a second had forgotten to move, as he stared back at Kurt but making no indication that he wanted Kurt to stop. Dave had his mind flashing back to that one time where he had fingered himself and how fantastic that had ended up feeling. And shit Kurt's finger was right there and Dave was equally excited but scared. It felt like this would be crossing a line into a whole new territory of intimacy between them, and after everything they had done lately that was saying something.
Kurt for his part continued to thrust and roll his hips while still letting his finger tentatively rub against Dave's hole and feeling a whole new level of arousal at the way it felt. He watched Dave carefully for any signs of feeling uncomfortable but all he saw in Dave's face was a mixture of excitement and a hint of awkwardness. And then Dave started his movement up again, only now combined with the odd press back against Kurt's hand and finger and clearly enjoying having them there and Kurt felt his stomach tightening in anticipation. He so desperately wanted to plunge his finger in to find out what it would feel like to feel someone other than himself like that, wondering if the tightness around his finger would be the same or different. And really just to feel Dave, because it was Dave and Kurt wanted to feel him in every way possible. "Dave …" he whimpered still looking into his eyes." Can I?"
Dave moaned and almost came from the thought alone, well that and the still heavy grinding that was going on. "Yes…" he whined needily. One of Kurt's hands was still resting on Dave's cheek pulling it apart just a bit and then he gently pressed his index finger of his other hand in and after giving Dave a moment to adjust thrusted in and out in time with rolling his hips up. Dave had pretty much stopped moving and breathing and after a couple more thrusts from Kurt both against his erection and his entrance he came harder than he had ever come before, desperately trying to take in some air and wasn't even embarrassed when he literally cried out Kurt's name between whimpers, sounding all desperate and needy, as he spilled between their stomachs.
"Dave" Kurt howled as he followed close behind, the combined sensation of the friction and Dave's cum and feeling Dave clench around his finger pushing him over the edge. He captured Dave in a searing kiss as he felt the almost painful release of his semen and his whole body was shaking. They collapsed in one big heap and held each other through the afterglow.
Neither of them was willing to move and they just continued to kiss and cuddle, not really feeling the need to talk and quite possibly because neither of them felt brave enough to talk about what line they might have possibly crossed just now and what implications this particular experience might have for any future sexual encounters. But inevitably they were starting to feel sticky and uncomfortable and as time moved on a shower or bath was looking increasingly appealing.
"Wanna give those jets another go?" Dave yawned lazily against Kurt's neck.
"If you carry me again…" Kurt nuzzled against Dave's neck. He was sure he would be unable to walk for at least a week. His whole body feeling like jelly, both from the day of kayaking but even more so from the vigorous other kind of workout they had been indulging in.
"I think that can be arranged… So I take it that that would be part of my job … carrying you … a lot…" Dave chuckled as he got up and was met with a "shut up" and a pillow that Kurt had thrown after him.
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They had shared a wonderful long hot bath, including plenty of kissing and cuddling, and then had packed their bags, still interrupted by plenty of kissing. Both were really sad that they already had to leave this place and really were in no particular rush. They had decided to grab some proper coffee and a late breakfast/early lunch in one of the local coffee shops before heading back to Lima. Dave was just about to carry their bags to the car when he heard his phone go off. He put the bags down and fished it out of his pocket. It was Blaine. Dave grinned as he pressed the accept button. He actually had expected him to call a lot sooner than this, so hopefully that meant that he was indeed starting to feel better.
"Hi Blaine" Dave answered cheerfully but his voice literally got stuck in his throat when he was met with nothing but a few deep hoarse sobs.
"Blaine? What's the matter, you're ok?" Dave asked and Kurt who by now had joined Dave at the car swivelled around facing Dave with an inquisitive look on his face.
"No… I …" Blaine got out between sobs.
"Blaine, take some deep breaths for me ok and then tell me what's wrong." Dave said trying to sound soothing but really he was worried and he looked at Kurt as though Kurt could keep him grounded.
Dave heard Blaine take in a few well needed breaths as he tried to calm down.
"Sorry … "he sobbed after a moment, sounding a bit calmer. "I … I think I kind of had a panic attack just now … and I didn't know what else to do … I really did not want to bother you … but …" Blaine coughed still trying to get his voice back to anything resembling normal. He sounded extremely rough even now that he had stopped sobbing.
"Blaine, what's going on?"
"I … oh god … Dave …" Dave could hear that Blaine was trying to fight of another fit of sobs. "I … I did something really stupid last night and now …" he started crying again. "I think I'm going crazy here, I just … I hate myself right now."
"Blaine … what did you do?"
"I can't … I … not on the phone … oh god … I don't know what to do … I've been so stupid and all I wanted to do was to have a good time and let Sebastian know that I …"
"Wait? What has Sebastian got to do with this? Did he do something?" Dave's voice came out a bit sharper than he had intended and Kurt visibly tensed at the mention of that name.
"No, just … apparently he is not doing so well and Wes and Nick wanted me to talk to him but I …"
"Fuckers!" Dave mumbled more to himself than to Blaine. "What on earth were they thinking?"
"I … they are just worried ok, but … I" Blaine's voice broke again and he coughed again trying clear his throat.
"Blaine you don't sound so good, where are you?"
"I'm ... at home … now … I … last night … fuck, fuck, fuck, how could I have been so stupid." Blaine yelled or tried to yell, his voice clearly giving up on him now and the use of swear words that wouldn't normally leave Blaine's mouth didn't go unnoticed by Dave.
Dave and Kurt had a silent conversation with their eyes, both knowing exactly what the other one was thinking. Kurt nodded in confirmation and Dave gave him a tight smile.
"Blaine, listen, we're going to swing by on our way home ok. It's only a little detour and we should be there in just over two hours. You're going to be ok until then?"
"Yes," he croaked. "I … I just want to sleep and have a bath or the other way round … I don't know I just … " Blaine fell silent but Dave could still hear his laboured breathing on the other end.
"Ok, we're leaving now and you have a bath and try to relax and if you need to call before we get there please do ok!"
"Ok" Blaine said timidly. "And Dave … thanks … and say thank you to Kurt as well."
"Ok will do. We'll be there soon."
Dave hung up and stared at Kurt who was asking "what is wrong" as soon as the call ended but Dave couldn't really answer that question. He only knew that Blaine sounded seriously distressed and a million miles away from the boy they had last seen on Friday afternoon who was determined to get his life back on track and was cheerfully laughing with Kurt after his audition.
They got in the car; Kurt was going to drive and punched Blaine's address into the SatNav. The whole drive was filled with tense conversation as both tried to avoid the topic that was so clearly on their mind, and it felt like somewhat of an anticlimax after the fantastic weekend they had just spent together. It felt like one way or another life just wouldn't give them a fucking break and that two days of no drama was really all they could hope for these days. But at least things were ok between them, actually better than they had ever been and that was something to be cherished despite anything else that might be going on around them. And despite being nervous and tense they managed to convey that with Dave holding Kurt's hand for a fair amount of the drive and with the way they were looking at one another whenever Kurt had a moment of not needing to focus on the road.
Traffic was busier than they had expected and it took them over three hours to make it to the Anderson house. Dave sent off a quick text letting Blaine know that they're here and then they walked up to the front door both looking anxiously at one another and grabbing onto each others hand.
Blaine opened the door after a moment and tried smiling at them but really he couldn't muster it. He looked worse for wear. His eyes were still red and his face blotchy. He was dressed in old loose hanging sweat pants and an old grey t-shirt, not at all the Blaine Kurt and Dave were used to seeing. Even after or maybe especially since his break up with Sebastian he had always put an extra amount of effort into looking the best he could, bow ties included. This was a mere shadow of that boy. Both Kurt and Dave were a bit taken aback but tried not to let it show as they followed Blaine up to his room. His parents seemed to be out and Kurt wondered whether they just didn't care about Blaine or whether Blaine had been able to pull the wool over their eyes. But from what Kurt remembered that wouldn't have been that much of a hard job, apart from rules and regulations Blaine's parents had never really paid much attention to their son's emotional well being. They were too busy with bringing in the money to afford their obvious expensive life style.
Blaine fell back onto his bed and curled himself up into a ball. Kurt and Dave both shared a worried look, shrugging their shoulders in puzzlement. Kurt was desperate to ask Blaine what was going on but somehow felt it would probably be better for Dave to ask. These two had talked so much lately, Blaine probably would be more comfortable talking to Dave and now was definitely not a 'but I've been his friend longer' bitch fit time. He cared for Blaine despite all their ups and downs and that meant also knowing when to step back. He motioned with his eyes between Dave and Blaine, enough to catch Dave's attention and mouthed "you ask" at him.
Dave nodded and sat himself down next to Blaine on the edge of the bed. "Blaine…" he said softly in that low voice that Kurt just knew could melt ice bergs. "You want to tell us what happened? If you want to that is … if you just want us to be here and be quiet that's ok too … just…"
Blaine let out a deep sigh but didn't move to look at either of them. He grabbed a pillow and wrapped himself around it. "No ... I mean yes … it's just … I … I've been so stupid … I am so embarrassed and … all I wanted to do was have some fun … you know … be carefree, flirt a bit … and show Sebastian that two can play that game and …" Blaine's eyes were filling up with tears again and his hoarse voice hardly carried across the room.
Dave put a hand on Blaine's shoulder and felt the boy flinch before relaxing again. He looked at Kurt and Kurt had seen it too and they both wondered what that had been about. Blaine normally was a rather touchy feely person so this was definitely not good.
"It's ok Blaine, just whenever you're ready …" Dave said. Kurt by now was sitting next to Dave and was almost clinging onto his arm while glancing worriedly over at Blaine.
Blaine took in a deep breath before he continued. "I ... I thought I just go out you know … have a drink or two and … as I said, maybe flirt a bit and … oh god … and there was this guy, you know … really flirty and handsome and funny … a bit older and he made me feel so special and … we really had fun and we danced and chatted and … I think … oh gosh … I think I just wanted to make Sebastian jealous … how screwed up is that? I think I sent him a text at one point saying how much fun I had with this guy and without him … and then after a few drinks…" Blaine let out a deep sob. Kurt sucked in a breath. He had a bad feeling all of a sudden and didn't like at all where this was going.
"Before I quite knew how …" he was crying now and Dave's hand was rubbing soothing circles into his back. "Well, I was thinking what would Sebastian do to have fun and … it all seemed to make sense at the time in a fucked up sort of way … and then the guy started to really kiss me and … it felt so good feeling wanted and … He took me to the bathroom and … oh god … I am so stupid and naïve … I really thought he just wanted to make out and … I really thought at the time it would be a good idea and then … before I could … I was pushed on my knees and he … he was so strong and then he just held me there, his fingers digging into my neck while he …" Blaine sobbed again. "Basically face fucked me … and … I couldn't move and … I couldn't tell him that I didn't want to continue and …" he curled up even more into himself. "My throat started hurting and I couldn't breathe and … he just kept going and …" Blaine was trying hard to catch his breath. "On and on until he came and … I had to sw…" Blaine couldn't even say the word as he tried to continue. "And then he just laughed, thanking me for the amazing blow job … and offered to buy me another drink but … I just had to get out and … I feel so dirty and stupid … I mean what kind of gay guy am I that I doesn't even know what 'going to the bathroom' implies, right?"
"Oh god, Blaine…!" Kurt and Dave almost said in unison after Blaine had let it all out. Kurt had his hand clasped over his mouth to avoid making any more indistinguishable noises and Dave just looked shell shocked. "Blaine" Dave said after a moment and without thinking pulled Blaine up and wrapped his arms around him and again Blaine initially felt like recoiling before he remembered who it was and he sank into the embrace. Kurt on the other hand was seething. He could not remember ever having felt such a rage. He couldn't stop himself anymore. He got up and started pacing up and down the room, fighting hard to keep his rage in check, wanting nothing more than to go and find this guy and punch him or castrate him so he could never do that to anyone again. His eyes met with Dave who to his great surprise was almost in tears and if anything Kurt would have suspected to see fury in them but not so much hurt. Blaine was sobbing and had his head buried in Dave's chest.
"Shit" Kurt muttered as he looked at the back of Blaine's neck and actually saw the bruises the guy's grip had left there. How had he not noticed them earlier? He must have really gripped Blaine hard to leave marks like that. And Kurt wanted the guy dead, not literally but named and shamed and his life destroyed. "Blaine, you know … you should report this guy … I mean … for one thing you are underage and …"
"No… I don't want to I … I mean … I thought I wanted to … I mean I said yes and I definitely wanted to do something … so … as far as he was concerned I consented and …" Blaine sobbed into Dave's chest.
"Blaine STOP! Please …" Kurt snapped. "If anything you are allowed to change your mind about something like that and the fact that the guy in the end forced you to … and anyway you're so clearly underage … he should have never proposed you in the first place … and …
"But … I was in a bar, having a drink, for goodness sake … of course the guy wouldn't exactly ask me whether I'm of age … I mean … fuck" Blaine hissed out as he clung onto Dave.
"NO," Kurt almost yelled trying to get through to Blaine. "And goddamit if you dare put this on your shoulders and say it was all our fault. Regardless of your age, what the guy did was just wrong and …"
"Kurt…" Dave interrupted his flow of words and it was like Kurt snapped out of a trance and looked at Dave wide eyed. "Please … I don't think now is the time … we can talk about that later…"
Kurt suddenly realised that of course that was the last thing Blaine needed to hear right now. It was just that that was how Kurt worked. He needed to keep busy, needed to think of solutions to the problems especially when he had trouble dealing with his emotions.
"Of course … I'm sorry I lost it Blaine …" he said as he sat himself down the other side of Blaine and wrapped his own arms around him, resting his arms on top of Dave's. Kurt finally allowed his tears to fall. "I'm so sorry Blaine…"
"It's ok, Kurt … I'm just glad you two are here" Blaine sniffed.
They all sat like that until Blaine finally had stopped crying again. When he had sufficiently calmed down Kurt got up, the need to do something overtaking again. "How about I make us all some coffee and then we can sit and talk." Blaine snivelled but nodded his head.
"Sounds like a plan" Dave agreed still having Blaine in his arms. Knowing his way around the Anderson house Kurt was the obvious choice.
And while Kurt had every intention to make them coffee and talk he also had something else in mind. Even while he was comforting Blaine, his rage and anger had boiled away under the surface. Only that it had shifted from focusing on this random guy to focusing on Sebastian, who as far as Kurt was concerned was evil incarnated and without whom this whole mess just like everything else would never have happened. As he had left the room he quickly had grabbed Blaine's phone from the table with the intention of calling Sebastian and giving him a piece of his mind.
He unlocked Blaine's phone (still the same code, he sighed relieved) and was immediately hit by the amount of missed calls from Sebastian of all people. What was that all about? Of course, he must have reacted to that text Blaine said he had sent him.
He dialled and held his breath. Sebastian answered after the first ring, and Kurt wondered whether he had actually been waiting for the call.
"Blaine, oh my god, what was that all about … I'm so glad you're finally calling…"
"It's Kurt…" Kurt said coldly.
"Kurt … oh god … is something wrong with Blaine?" Sebastian didn't even question the fact that Kurt was on Blaine's phone.
"What?" Kurt yelled into the phone. "What the hell gives you the right to pretend to be worried about Blaine? You asshole, if it wasn't for you none of this would have happened."
"Kurt, is Blaine ok, please… I had this weird text and now you call and I'm really worried ok." Sebastian pleaded with him and the lack of hostility almost knocked Kurt's wind out of him.
"No … Sebastian he is most certainly NOT ok … and it's all your fault, if you just would have left us all alone, left him alone … he wouldn't have gone out last night and …"
"Kurt, what's with Blaine?"
"He was basically raped last night all because he wanted to forget you and …play YOUR game…"
"NO… shit … Kurt where is Blaine?" Sebastian sounded panicked.
"No, you do not get to feel sorry for him, and you won't come running in now as the knight in shining armour trying to make it all better … you're the reason for this all and I hate you and … stay the fuck away from him," Kurt screamed.
"KURT … shut up! I just need to know how he is."
"How do you think he is? But at least he has friends who really care for him and …"
"Is he home? Fuck … I'm coming over … I need to see him."
"No, don't you dare, I will not let you… you're just going to make this worse. He doesn't need you."
"Try stopping me …" Sebastian snarled into the phone getting exasperated with Kurt. "Because I really couldn't care less what you want me to do. But I'm going to see him and do the best I can to help him … and only he can tell me to get lost ... and you can't fucking tell me that he doesn't care for me anymore after the text he sent me last night because I know he does." And the line went dead.
Forgetting all about the coffee Kurt raced back upstairs. He needed to let Dave know that Sebastian was coming and that they needed to stop him and gosh he hated himself right now. Acting on his stupid impulses. Kurt knew he had screwed up.
Blaine was sitting on the bed blowing his nose and Dave was still sitting next to him turning his face and looking at Kurt, his face changing to one of deep concern for his boyfriend when he took in the state Kurt was in.
"Hey, we heard you yelling, what was that all about?" Dave asked him.
Kurt gulped. Shit, had he really been that loud. "I … erm … oh god Blaine … I'm so sorry but I … I might have called Sebastian and …"
"WHAT? Why would you do that?" Blaine asked, betrayal evident in his voice.
"I don't know … I'm … shit … I'm such an idiot … I … I'm really sorry … I had no right."
"No you didn't…" Blaine huffed "but … one thing I've learned … we all make mistakes and … I know you … you wouldn't do this to upset me on purpose …" Blaine looked at Kurt. "What did you tell him?" he said quietly after a moment.
"I … I blamed him for this whole thing … and I know I shouldn't have … I … I was just so angry and … gosh Blaine … if he wouldn't have messed with you so badly you would have not gone out and this would not have happened." Blaine gasped at Kurt's words, as he really hadn't made that connection at all in his head. Dave let out a heavy sigh as well and they all just stared at one another for a moment.
"And … now he is coming over, Blaine, I'm sorry … I couldn't stop him but me and Dave can send him away when he gets here…" Kurt continued breaking the silence.
"Kurt … it's ok, maybe I should talk to him."
"No Blaine … you cannot seriously consider…"
"Kurt" Dave called out to his boyfriend and after having been silent for so long both boys shut up immediately and looked at him.
Dave knew he had been rather quiet but frankly he felt way out of his depth here, and knew if he let his emotions get too close to him he might snap again just like that time with Sebastian, and that really wouldn't help anyone. But he had no idea how to deal with this or how to make this possibly any better for Blaine. But seeing his boyfriend and his friend at loggerheads over Sebastian finally made him speak up.
"I think we all need to calm down here… and try to look at things objectively, we don't need to cause anyone any more pain, no matter how good the intentions might be …" he simply stated looking pleadingly at Kurt and grabbing his hand. And he understood Kurt's point of view perfectly well. Hell, if it was for him to decide he would not let Sebastian within 10 feet of any of them, he himself was simply petrified of meeting the other boy again, and he could only assume that despite Kurt's put on tough act of wanting to defend Blaine there also was that underlying insecurity of meeting Sebastian again or possibly even being afraid of Dave and Sebastian meeting again. But then again Sebastian really wasn't the problem here at the moment. The real issue was to help Blaine get over what had happened and if he felt talking to Sebastian might help in any way him and Kurt would just have to suck it up.
Kurt squeezed Dave's hand tight and sank down next to him on the bed, heaving a sigh. He needed to calm down or he might cause more harm than good. In the end he only wanted to help Blaine and his behaviour over the last couple of minutes was definitely not helping.
Blaine sat down next to Kurt and grabbed his other hand. "Kurt," he said in almost a whisper as his voice was not able to carry any louder. "I know you're just trying to protect me and … thank you for that but … I think it's time I grew up and face the consequences of my own decisions no matter how stupid … and last night was definitely my bad judgement of heading to a bar on my own with the sole intention of finding someone to flirt with and not considering the consequences it might have … and believe me … I will never make that mistake again … all things considering and no matter how wrong it was what he did to me … it actually could have ended up a lot worse …" Blaine could feel Kurt taking in a deep breath, ready to start protesting.
"And no, I don't mean I deserved it or that it wasn't bad because believe me … it was … and yes, maybe the guy would deserve being locked up for it … but one thing I know … it was nothing Sebastian made me do … he didn't twist my arm and made me go, it was my own stupid lack of judgement. And despite what I've tried to do to make me forget him, Sebastian is still there in my head and so … maybe talking to him will help me make sense of some of this, of why I had snapped and gone out in the first place."
Kurt looked at Blaine and saw the fresh tears forming at the corner of his eyes. He squeezed his hand. "Ok," he said meekly. "I think I understand what you mean, doesn't mean I like it though … but … I will try to stay clear."
"Thanks Kurt … I know how hard that must be for you after everything." Blaine smiled exhausted.
Dave could feel Kurt's grip on his hand tightening and he knew exactly how hard Kurt had to work at holding himself back at the moment but he admired him for trying. He had been there himself not so long ago and he cringed at the memory of how that had ended. Acting on impulse was definitely never a good idea when Sebastian Smythe was involved. Talk about pressing all the wrong buttons even now that he actually hadn't done anything to them in a while. He squeezed back and Kurt looked at him giving him a tense smile.
Dave smiled encouragingly back at him. "How about you make us that coffee and then we can decide what we're going to do when Sebastian gets here, or more precisely what Blaine wants to do … ultimately it's going to have to be his decision and we should support him in whatever he decides to do."
TBC…
Warning: Mention of Dub(/Non) Con
A/N 2: Oh gosh, I hope I haven't scared you all off with the turn of events. But the story wouldn't let me go in any other direction and in the end I went with what my muse told me (but at least Kurtofsky is solid, that must make up for some of it). I will make it better again, promised and there really will be a prom to go to soon.
And then on the other end of the spectrum Dave and Kurt just don't seem to be able to keep their hands of each other and well, they obviously are getting more adventurous… (not that you would mind much I hope)
