Welcome to my new fanfiction because I can't seem to focus all my attention on one story. Sorry to everyone who is still waiting for updates on my other two stories but I promise you I will give you an update soon. Anyway, I was thinking of more ways that I could torture Kurt because I love him (it's a weird thing I do and I'm probably projecting my problems onto him in some way) and this was born so I hope you guys enjoy it whether I finish it in a few days or not.
WARNINGS:
One, this is not Blaine or Klaine Friendly and yes I do not like Blaine very much but I'll admit that this is out of character for him. So if you love Blaine and/or Klaine then this is not for you :(
Second, this will continue topics such as psychological, mental and physical abuse, illnesses and mental health issues. If you are sensitive to these topics then I would not recommend reading this fanfiction but it is entirely up to you, this is just a heads up:)
Third, this is an endgame Kurtbastian story but it is a slowburn and they don't have may interactions at first. This will change though so for the people that do love them, this is for you and for the people that don't then this is not for you :)
"You Can Close Your Eyes To Things You Don't Want To See But You Can't Close Your Heart To Things You Don't Want To Feel."- Johnny Depp
"What is your problem?"
When Blaine asked this question Kurt could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces. There had once been a time when Blaine thought Kurt was the most wonderful, perfect person in the world. But now… now there was something wrong with him. Something so dreadful and awful, something so repulsive that Blaine was yelling at him.
"Blaine, please." Kurt begged his boyfriend. He had only seen Blaine get angry like this a handful of times but he knew how physical he could get. "Just calm down and we can talk this out."
"No, don't tell me to calm down," Blaine shouted, making Kurt flinch. "You're keeping something from me. You're a lying slut."
"Blaine, you don't mean that. You're upset, don't say stuff like that." Kurt watched as Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath and thought that he was listening to him and was calming himself down. He was wrong though because when Blaine opened his eyes back up, they looked different. Violent and full of anger and resentment.
"Give me your phone," Blaine demanded, holding out his hand.
"No, why would I do that?" Kurt asked, backing away from Blaine as he walked towards him, his fist clenched. "You don't own me Blaine, I'm allowed to keep things to myself."
"You're acting guilty," Blaine spat. "What are you hiding from me? You're cheating on me aren't you? Who's it with? Sebastian, Nick, Sam? Who is it?" Blaine yelled. Kurt was now pressed up against the wall in Blaine's bedroom, tears streaming down his face. Blaine got closer and closer to him until he was pressed up against Kurt, all up in his face.
"I'm not cheating on you and you know it." Kurt told him and he wasn't lying. "How could you even think that? Sebastian, Nick and Sam are my friends and they're yours too, they wouldn't do that to you. And Sam is straight."
"Well if you aren't cheating then why can't I see your phone?" Blaine asked. Kurt was starting to get light-headed, his mind rushing with thoughts. He had nothing to hide but the fact that Blaine was asking him for his phone so he could look through all his texts and calls didn't sit well with him. It was basically saying that Blaine didn't trust him and that hurt him because he had never done anything to Blaine to make him not trust him. But then if he didn't give Blaine his phone then Blaine would probably hit him and that would hurt even more.
"Because Blaine, it's my phone. It's my privacy. I may not have anything to hide from you but I'm not about to let you go through all my conversations just because you're… upset or jealous. It's not fair to me," Kurt told him while avoiding his glare.
"What did you just say to me?" Blaine asked, poking his finger into Kurt's chest. "You think I'm jealous? You think I'm upset? You don't think I have any reason to be?"
"You don't," Kurt shouted but unlike him Blaine didn't back away. He stood his guard, fists still clenched, that violent gleam still in his eyes. "I'm dating you and only you. I'm not cheating and I never will, Blaine. I lov… I'm with you."
"You don't love me." Blaine said, lowering his voice to a disappointed whisper. "You can't say that you love me."
"No, Blaine that's not…" Kurt started to defend his choice of words when Blaine punched him. Hard, in his jaw. And it wasn't just one punch etheir. He knocked Kurt to the floor and when Kurt tried to back away from him, to get his stuff so he could leave before Blaine could cause anymore damage, Blaine striked again.
He took a fist full of Kurt's sweater as he lifted him up in the air and punched Kurt below his right eye. Kurt's head snapped to the side and then Blaine threw him down, into the wall causing Kurt to hit his head. The force of him knocking into the wall caused a shelf that had books on it to break and to fall onto Kurt's face. The edge of one of the books hit Kurt right in the eye while the others hit various parts of his face.
"Blaine," Kurt choked out. "Please stop, you're hurting me." He could barely move and every part of his body burned. The room was spinning, he felt nauseous, his head hurt and his right eye throbbed. What hurt the most was that all the pain was caused by his boyfriend, now probably ex-boyfriend, who used to hold his hand, who used to tell him how much he loved him. Were they even the same people now? Was this the Blaine that he had fallen in love with on the Dalton staircases or was this a different Blaine, jealous and cold-hearted?
"You don't think I'm hurt Kurt?" Blaine yelled, tears of anger pouring out of his eyes. "You think I wanted to do that to you? I didn't. I didn't want to hurt you but you hurt me first. I can't believe you."
"Blaine, I don't even know what I did wrong," Kurt confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You beat me up just because I wouldn't let you go through my phone? I thought you… I thought you loved me."
"I thought you loved me too Kurt but it's obvious that you don't." Blaine said, breathing heavily. "You hang out with all these other guys, oblivious to how I feel about it and then you go and act like what you did wasn't wrong. How could you do that to me? Do you have any idea how you made me feel?"
"I'm sorry," Kurt told him, even though he knew he had nothing to feel sorry for. He wasn't going to stop hanging out with his friends just because it made Blaine jealous and Blaine should know that. It wasn't fair to anyone. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way but you… you should've talked to me about it instead of attacking me out of nowhere. Do you know how that makes me feel? You hurt me Blaine and this isn't even the first time you've hit me. This isn't you. Why are you acting like this?"
"Get out," Blaine yelled. "How dare you? You can't come in here and talk to me like that. You know what you did Kurt and… and I'll never forgive you. I hate you. You're nothing but a cheating, lying, fake whore. I've been there for you through all of the crap you've gone through and this is how you thank me. By acting like I have no reason to do the things I do or to feel the way I feel. Fuck you, get out of my goddamn house now."
"Blaine, I didn't mean to…" Kurt started but Blaine cut him off.
"Go," He said, pointing to the door. "Don't call me, don't text me, I'll call you when I'm ready to talk."
"No," Kurt said, hurt. This was Blaine's last chance and he had blown it. This wasn't the first time he had yelled at Kurt for no reason, this wasn't the first time he had hit him. This wasn't the first time that Blaine had made Kurt feel the way that he was feeling but it was going to be the last time. "You don't call or text me. I don't want anything to do with you Blaine. I'm done with you. We're breaking up. I'll return all of your possessions that I have to you but we're through. I won't tell anyone what you did to me tonight but it's not for your sake, it's for mine. You can stay at McKinley or you can go back to Dalton but if you choose to stay then you better stay away from me. Don't act like you even know me."
Kurt slowly stood himself up while Blaine stared him down intensely. He finally stood up straight when he felt a joint of pain shoot up his leg and he would've fallen back down if he hadn't had catched himself on Blaine's table. The pain had come from his right ankle and he looked down at it to see that it seemed to be dangling out of place. He almost puked right there at the disgusting sight but he wanted to get out of there as soon as he could. He carefully limped over to the door where he picked up his bag and opened the door. He turned back to Blaine who was still staring at him, the violent gleam in his eyes gone and instead he looked hurt and lost. Kurt wasn't fooled though, Blaine was obviously acting. Trying to guilt Kurt into feeling bad for him so he would admit he was wrong because again, Blaine had tricked him like that before. Kurt didn't feel guilty, he was the victim here. If anything Blaine should feel guilty and the fact that Kurt knew he didn't broke Kurt even more.
"Goodbye Blaine," Kurt said, coldly before he limped out of the door. He continued making his way out of Blaine's house and when he made his way outside he realized that Blaine had picked him up from his house so Kurt didn't have a ride home. What made his situation even worse was that it was pouring rain outside and Kurt didn't have a jacket or an umbrella.
He would've called someone, Sebastian or Finn but he knew that he wouldn't be able to tell them that he needed to be picked up without bursting into tears on the spot. He knew that the truth would have to come out eventually but he wanted to stall for as long as possible. He was going to keep his word and wasn't going to tell anyone that it was Blaine who had beat him up but he needed time to come up with a lie, an excuse to protect his ex-boyfriend. It made him feel sick that he was protecting Blaine after what he had done to him. But then he realized that he was actually going to be sick and with that, ignoring the pain in his foot and all other parts of his body, he quickly ran away from Blaine's front yard and threw up in the street. He tasted the blood that came up as he heaved and eventually fell down onto his hands and knees. He held his stomach as he continued to throw up until there was nothing left inside of him.
He was breathing heavily and was practically begging himself to keep it together and to not cry until he got, however that was going to happen. It wasn't that far of a walk from Blaine's house to his house but Kurt's ankle was snapped and he felt so drained and faint. He slowly stood himself up again and clutching his bag in his hands, limped his way home. He looked down at his phone to see that it was already ten at night and seeing that it would probably take him an hour to get home, his family would probably be freaking out in about fifteen minutes. He was not looking forward to the many calls and texts that he would start to receive so he put his phone on silent and tried to focus on just getting to his destination.
He cleared his mind, feeling the cold rain fall on his face and the wind breezing around him. It was freezing, just something else to add to his nightmare. Wait no, not thinking about that right now, he needed to rid it from his mind. No thinking of Blaine or his dad or Finn or Sam. But then again everyone would eventually find out that they had broken up and of course Blaine would act like the victim and everyone would turn their backs on him. And when he got home and his dad saw the state that he was in, he would either have another heart attack or would demand to know who it was so he could shoot them with his shotgun. There would be the police and the ambulance and god, he did not want to go to the hospital no matter how much pain he was in. He would be much better off resting in his own comfy bed with his own pajamas on, not in some smelly, hospital bed with an itchy hospital gown on. All he needed was some sleep and some aspirin and maybe an ankle brace for his foot. Well, there went not thinking about it.
So while his mind was drifting through all the different reactions he would get from everyone he decided to focus on the one person he wanted the most right now, Sebastian. Sebastian was his best friend and if Kurt was going to tell anyone what had happened (which he was heavily debating on at the moment) then it would be him. Sure, Sebastian would be angry and upset and would want to go and kick Blaine's ass but Kurt knew that once he told Sebastian that he didn't want that, Sebastian would listen to him, which was more than he could say for anybody else. Sebastian would instead, cuddle in bed with Kurt and would comfort him whether Kurt needed or wanted to be comforted or not. Sebastian was a good friend and was the person that Kurt trusted the most.
That person used to be Blaine but as time went on, Blaine lost Kurt's trust more and more. And now it was non-existent. Kurt didn't even know what he had done wrong except apparently spending too much time with other guys but if that's really all he did then Blaine was a hypocrite. How many times had he sat there at the Lima Bean while Blaine flirted with Nick and Sebastian, who knew that he was with Blaine and who knew how much it bothered Kurt. Nick and Sebastian weren't even into Blaine, they simply had a platonic friendship but yet Blaine would stare at them with heart eyes and would tell stupid, cheesy jokes, trying to flirt. Yet Kurt spent time with Finn, Sam, Puck and the rest of the straight New Direction males and hung out with Nick, Sebastian, Jeff, Trent, Wes and David who were all just his friends and Blaine went and threw a fit. He blew everything out of proportion and made Kurt the bad guy. He was jealous of all the friends Kurt had when he knew how hard it had been for Kurt to acquire them in the first place and took it out on him. Blaine didn't trust Kurt enough that he had demanded that Kurt give him his phone and when he had refused. Blaine had beaten the crap out of him. He thought Blaine was different but he was just like the other bullies that Kurt had endured crap from all his life and the worst part of all was that Kurt had thought that Blaine loved him. And Kurt thought that he had loved Blaine back. Well, he was wrong and he felt so stupid for thinking that anyone could truly love him. Maybe Blaine was right, maybe he was nothing. Because if his boyfriend could truly hate him, could hurt him both physically and emotionally in the way that he did when Blaine was known to everyone as one of the most gentle, caring people in the world then he must've done something wrong. Maybe he was wrong for hanging out with other boys but then again it didn't matter now because they were broken up and Kurt was never going back to him no matter how lonely or unloved he felt. Blaine wasn't worth it anymore.
Kurt continued making his way home, now just thinking about the sounds he heard. The cars, the wind, the rain, the animals. It was calming and peaceful and it helped him to remember to breathe. He eventually saw his house, dimly lit by the streetlights and quickened his pace a little so he could finally get home and could face everyone. He wasn't ready but it wasn't like he had any other options and he really needed to sit down, take some pain reliever and sleep. Change out of his clothes, take a nice, warm shower, washing all the blood off of him, tend to his injuries and wrap himself up in a blanket. He would probably stay in his bed all weekend if everyone let him, which hopefully he did because he needed it.
He reached his doorsteps and fished the keys out of his damp pocket before opening the door. All the lights were still on and he could tell that the television was on in the living room. Ignoring the footsteps that he heard, probably coming to see him, Kurt went into the kitchen, getting a wet paper towel and dabbing his face with it. Usually Kurt would never use such a rough material on his skin but it's not like using a paper towel was going to make him look any worse than he already did.
He sat down on a chair and leaned forward, feeling faint, and put his face in his hands. He heard the footsteps grow louder and louder until they finally reached the kitchen and he heard a collective gasp. He didn't turn around, didn't show him that he actually looked worse than they thought and kept hiding his face in his palms, the first tears starting to form in his eyes. He hadn't cried since everything had happened and there was no more trying to prevent it from happening. His body shook as the crying took over him and he felt arms wrap him up and embrace him. He looked up and saw that it was Sam while his dad, Carol and Finn stood in the doorway with their mouths wide open.
"What the hell happened?" He heard his dad and Finn ask at the same time and Kurt was asking himself the same thing. He didn't answer them though, just sat at the table continuing to cry while Sam held him. He was in for a rough week.
So what did you think? I know we don't know much yet but is it worth continuing? I think it is but I like hearing what you guys have to say so let me know what you think, if you liked it, if you hated it, or any comments, feedback or questions. Have a lovely day/ night (where I am right now it's 12:00 at night so don't come at me, I wanted to get this done) :)
