Thank you all so very much for your follows, favourites and over all love and support for this little fanfic project. Honestly I'm very well known for procrastinating on my fanfics, and have ended quite a few oneshots and deleted a few stand alone and chaptered ones as well because my writing has improved quite a bit. Right now I am currently trying to write and publish and Kickstart my very own self-published book. It's taking quite a bit of time, but thanks to the wonders of Bullet Journal (a new fav pastime) I can now organize and structure all of my fics and get writing done in a better process. So please expect more fanfics, and thank you for sticking it out. Enjoy the read, all the love!

Warning(s): Mind Manipulation, Shaming, Homophobia

AN: If anyone's interested in knowing, though this particular drabble is not Mafia!Blaine, the next one I'm typing up is going to be, woohoo!

Cupid's Arrow

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It's half past three on a Tuesday and Kurt always enjoys his coffee at about half past two. The biggest problem of today is the simple fact that the coffee shop line has gone on for about twenty minutes longer, new staff is training and not doing that well, and mistakes on orders are flying out the window.

Kurt's pretty sure he saw a staff member break down into tears behind the expresso machine.

By the time he manages to inch his way to the counter, coffee is completely out of his mind and he settles on a bagel with cream cheese and a bottle of water. He's had enough of this line.

The good news about his day is that the sun is shining, the birds are singing and if it wasn't cliché enough, he's got a slight skip to his step. There's a weird buzzing in his head and he almost feels like floating on air.

Kurt never really liked the whole idea of cloud nine, but he's pretty sure that's exactly where he is.

Coffee line be damned.

The day continues to exceed Kurt's expectations, that is until he reaches the Lima Central Park.

Kids swinging on jungle gyms, parents fussing over babies and toddlers, and dandelions breezing through the air. It's something out of a Nicholas Spark's novel. Kurt holds back the urge to chuckle as he plops himself on a nearby bench facing the small park pond.

He pulls out "The Lucky One" and smiles softly to himself as he un-dog ears his last page.

Leave it to Kurt to be a true romantic heart. Everything was going well as it should have, he even got through five pages before he heard the laughter.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt spotted the last people he wanted to see on his perfect day.

High school bullies were like a ticking time bomb.

Sometimes if you ignored them, they left you alone to go pick on someone who will actually fight back or get offended or upset. There was also bullies who got angrier the more they were ignored.

Kurt dealt with both all his life. It was tough being gorgeous and smart and fashionable.

It was a curse really.

He could feel sweat pool down his neck as he spotted his resident bullies coming in closer. At the head of the pack, like an enemy leader from Kurt's favourite books, stood the last person Kurt wanted to see.

Blaine Anderson really wasn't well known for more than his football tackling, but for some reason he got it in his head that even without football, ordinary people outside of school had to fear and respect him too. All he did was pick on the weak and the defenseless. He taunted them, called them names and shoved them in lockers so much, Kurt was sure some kids were graduating with misshapen bones.

Above all the kids and weaklings on Blaine's list, right at the very tip top, Kurt stood like a lone relic. Blaine favoured his brutality on him. Whether because Kurt had just recently come out as gay, or whether he just didn't like the colour of his shirt that day, Blaine always found something.

Kurt's bruises had bruises, and he knew that if he was going to make a name for himself aside from Glee geek or gaywad or fairy, he would need to fight his attackers back eventually.

A sudden chill hits the air as the laughter gets closer, and Kurt resolves himself to burying his face into the book and pretending like he's immune to the world, but the book is snatched out of his hands and he startles into a yelp.

"What's this fairy Hummel? You trying to compensate for an actual person?"

Kurt tried desperately to ignore him, and it usually worked, but Blaine had a way of getting under his skin, the curly-haired jerk that he was. So of no fault of his own, Kurt tried to grab back for the book, when Blaine's lackey's caught him by the arms and held him back so Blaine could taunt the book enticingly before Kurt's face.

"Give it back Blaine, I got that with my own allowance!"

"Oh no! Oh no! Your own allowance?!" more laughter emitted from the group, "you mean donation from your dad's heart attack fund? My dad sent him money to the shop so he could continue to pay his medical bills. Your family's indebted to me forever" Blaine sneered.

"That's a lie" Kurt fumed, "my dad didn't ask anybody for donations! He reopened the mechanic shop as soon as he was better, nobody helped him or stopped him, and I earned it so you're a liar!"

Blaine's eyes narrowed in irritation, "it's incredibly rude to call someone a liar. Especially me, because I never lie do I boys?"

Murmurs of approval filed out from the Neanderthals keeping Kurt at bay. He struggled valiantly, but Blaine stepped back and towards the pond before anyone could blink.

"If your gonna be rude, fairy Hummel, then the only thing to do for someone who likes taking it up the ass is make sure they know how low on the bottom spectrum they really are."

With a small grunt, Blain hurled the book straight into the water, over Kurt's frantic shrieks and pleas.

The pages clung together and Kurt watched the ink bleed as the book descended into the darkness of the pond.

He felt the tears building up, but he blinked them back as he was released. They didn't deserve to see him cry and lose himself. Definitely not Blaine at that logic.

They would all get what was coming to them eventually, Kurt swore as they threw him in into the pond right after his soggy love story.

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No matter what anyone else tells you, dragging yourself out of water in sopping wet, clingy, layered fabric is a lot harder than you may think.

Kurt was struggling himself as he flopped about frantically for dry land. He kept trying to catch himself onto the banks reeds and bamboo vines, but they slipped from his grasp as if he was grasping at wet spaghetti strands.

After five minutes of clawing and grappling at the edge of the moist dirt, a hand struck out for him, and he took it with a big sigh of relief.

Then he stood to come face to face with park security glowering down at his damp form.

"Son, this isn't a swimming pond. You want to explain to me why you though it was a good idea to disobey park rules, dunk around, endanger yourself and startle the wildlife?"

Kurt spluttered indigently, "that's not what happened! They threw me into the pond, I'm the victim!"

"Really? And who exactly is they by chance?"

Kurt went to point at his attackers, but Blaine and his team had run off at the first sight of the security guard, leaving Kurt to choke and splutter all to himself.

"They were just here, sir. These kids from my high school threw my book in and than they threw me in too, it's honestly not my fault."

The guard tugged at his moustache and hmmed aggressively, releasing a very disappointed huff of air.

"I think you ain't telling the truth, and I hate to do this to you kid, but rules are rules for a reason. I'm gonna have to ticket you for $175.00. Disturbing peace, unauthorized swimming, and wildlife protection all included. Next time, just go to the swimming pool at the rec center."

The officer wrote up and handed Kurt a very dry ticket, which slowly began to soften and wet the longer he held it, and as the officer turned and left, Kurt's frustrated tears hit the paper too, but none was around to see it, and Kurt began to walk off to the other end of the park.

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Was "had a rough day" even enough to cover it? Kurt certainly didn't think so.

Other park patrons watched in confused bewilderment as the teen walked along the path, drenched with water, and making large squelching noises from his soggy shoes hitting the fake rubber pavement.

Pissed was an understatement as well. The jerks should have been there to get apprehended, not Kurt. Not the victim. If only Blaine could get a taste of his own, crappy medicine. If he could just understand how it felt to be completely powerless, weak, shamed, then he would understand.

Without missing a beat, the universe high-fived Kurt's face to the pavement. His cheek rubbed roughly to the hard ground and his nose banged with a small 'plop.'

"Owwwwww" he rubbed his nose, face scrunched in pain, unwilling to let up until a small feeling of tenderness returned. Looking back, his eyes widened at the sight that befell him.

A bow and arrow.

Laying so daintily it looked as if someone had placed them there with all the tender love and care in the world.

The bow was a basic built archer's tool. A long string to set the arrow on and a small place to set your hand when firing. The arrow was hot pink. Almost a child-like toy in retrospect. Where the usually triangular pointy end should have been, was a pillow-soft looking heart, in a softer white pink. The whole picture looked too comical for Kurt to comprehend.

On closer inspection Kurt discovered a small note taped to the arrow. He peeled it off and read in wonder.

Sorry to hear about all your troubles.

Hope this helps.

Notch the arrow to the bow.

Send it off and let LOVE do the rest.

~ C

If the world was choosing today to make Kurt's life the biggest joke ever told, it was doing a pretty damn good job, but still that didn't stop him from taking the bow and arrow home.

It needed just a little more inspection before Kurt threw it away.

Which was proving to be a lot more difficult then he had first figured.

The arrow couldn't break. Couldn't snap. Couldn't get tainted. Kurt found this out by accidently leaving the arrow on the couch and having Finn sit straight on it and have no damage come to it all.

Kurt then threw it away after a day or so, right into the garbage bin by the kitchen, only to come up to his room and discover it and the bow laying perfectly between the sheets on his bed. The note lay firm and un-crumpled like a cherry on a cake.

That's when Kurt realized the arrow was magic.

That's also when he promptly began to freak out and google all the mystical, supernatural things he could on arrows and mystical beings that had them.

After two pages of the CW and Green Arrow images, Kurt clicked on a link that had a description of Greek Mythology. Under the name Eros, Kurt recognized the God of love. Eros, or Cupid as the Roman translation perceived it, was the son of Aphrodite and could be mostly recognized in the form of a baby with wings and a bow and arrow.

He was a Valentine's day favourite, especially Carol's, who never not gave Kurt a card that depicted the tiny little cherub-faced God in all his tiny diapered glory. These usually came with a cute sentiment and some candy hearts Kurt tended to devour no matter the chalky taste.

After two days of deliberation, and two days of dealing with Blaine and his crew making kissy faces and jerking off motions at him, Kurt decided to use the tools he had so graciously been handed.

If by chance his plan worked out like he wanted it to, Kurt would snag his perfect boyfriend, buff and protective and sweet and kind and handsome, and wayyyyy more than willing to beat Blaine within an inch of his life if he tried to hurt or torment Kurt ever again.

He had the internet info, and the perfect instructions.

Just notch the arrow and let love do the rest. Easy peasy. He just had to find the right location. Which came a lot sooner than Kurt imagined.

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In a coffee shop of all places. Where all his troubles began, did Kurt find the perfect candidate.

There was a very generous man at the counter, who was not only polite and kind to the same staff that had their break downs about a week ago, but he was also impeccably dressed, threw ten dollars into the tip jar! and who also happened to smile favourably in Kurt's direction. Or was it a muscle spasm?

There was no time to ponder that, because Kurt had picked his target, and since for some reason none other then Kurt was able to see and hold the magical items, it honestly didn't look that weird when he notched the little heart arrow and let loose the shot that could potentially change his life forever.

Except that was the exact moment Blaine Anderson pushed the coffee shop doors open, and strutted in like he straight up owned the place. The arrow already zooming through the air, took a sharp left turn and BAM! The arrow slammed into Blaine's chest and tiny bright red hearts exploded in front of Kurt's vision, his eyes followed horrified as Blaine fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, the arrow vanishing from sight and into thin air.

Kurt took off like a bullet, running to Blaine's side, gasping and apologizing with every breath he could muster. A coffee buzzed crowd swarmed around them, hollering for water, and gazing on in enchanted terror as Blaine's eyes snapped open.

They landed straight on Kurt, flashing with a bright pink burst of energy, before dimming down to their familiar honey eyed hazel.

A warm smile filtered Blaine's face, the hand Kurt clutched to his chest tightened as he stared adoringly into the taller brunette's watery eyes.

"Blaine, oh my gosh, Blaine please, are you okay? Are you? Do you need me to call the doctor? An ambulance? Paramedics? BOTH?!"

"Are you an angel?"

Kurt floundered, mouth gaping open and shut as he handled the question.

"N-n-no Blaine, no it's me Hummel. Kurt? Remember? You just fell right in the middle of the shop, are you okay, does anything hurt?"

"You're so wonderful Kurt, being so worried about me."

Kurt's cheeks became rosy as he cradled Blaine's head in his hand.

"Blaine you must have hit your head so hard, you don't even remember how you feel about me."

"Is it devotion? You're my saviour…..Kurt" Blaine smiled as he brought his hand up to cradle Kurt's cheek comfortingly. Their small audience cooed and awed at the sight, phones coming up to snap photos for the internet.

"Blaine….." Kurt blushed, never before having been treated so tenderly by one of his worst tormentor's, obviously the arrow had done as intended, "you're not you" Kurt murmured.

Blaine was having none of it though. He sat himself up and took both of Kurt's hands in his own. "Kurt, I know exactly who I am" his eyes flashed pink once more, "I treated you so horribly before, please, please let me make it up to you" Blaine pleaded.

The look in his eyes was too much to bear, so Kurt nodded hesitantly, and amongst the cheering and clapping of the small coffee shop crowd, and through the heat of Blaine's hand on his face, and the tenderness of his lips meeting Kurt's in his first kiss, so sweet and passionate, Kurt watches Blaine's eyes flash a dark misty pink not of his control and Kurt reminds himself that Blaine is under a spell.

Blaine can't think for himself. Blaine doesn't know what he's doing or what he's agreeing too. He's being controlled. Kurt needs to fix that. He will too. Eventually….