This chapter primarily covers Blaine's weekend at home and is the last chapter of Part I.
Clues and setting the stage for hell to break loose.
Chapter 10
Skylar sat on the couch staring at the wall, his gun resting beside him. Over the past few days a thousand different escape scenarios had crossed his mind, but he was still sitting there. He'd come to the conclusion that despite everything, he didn't want to leave. He loved Cooper. He couldn't just bail on him now, plus Cooper needed him. He would stay and they would figure it out.
They'd been holed up at Skylar's place since the shooting. Cooper needed time to come down off the extreme high he was on from both the cocaine and the murders. Once he crashed, he crashed hard, sleeping for days while Skylar fretted over him like a mother over a child. Once Cooper was awake and wanted to leave, Skylar talked him out of it, terrified he would be shot the moment he stepped on to the street.
Especially since they now knew exactly who Cooper had killed.
It turned out Dougie wasn't some random dough boy. He was actually Douglass Mason, nephew of Dirk Mason, a fairly big drug king out of Toledo. The news had sent Skylar towards a nervous breakdown, while Cooper wanted to snort every ounce of the coke they had taken from Dougie.
Which was another problem.
They had officially stolen coke from a drug king.
Skylar figured they had about a month before they would be shot dead or kidnapped and taken to Dirk to be tortured before being shot dead, but Cooper didn't seem worried. As a matter of fact, he was very nonchalant about the entire thing.
"Cooper, do you have any idea how much shit we're in? We killed the nephew of a drug king! And we fucking stole his coke! How long do you think it will be before Dirk comes looking for us? We need to get out of Ohio!"
Cooper laughed. "Relax. He wouldn't dare come after me. He's not gonna fuck with an Anderson. As far as he knows my father authorized the deal. He's not gonna just shoot the son of Mario Anderson."
"If Dirk doesn't kill us, your father will."
"No he won't. I have a plan."
Skylar closed his eyes. A plan. Great. Another fucking plan. "What is it?"
"You and I are going to attend the next Anderson family dinner where I will make the case for the Andersons to move into the drug game. Think of it as my coming out party, but different from my brother." Cooper laughed.
"What?"
"We're going to the next dinner. I'm not hiding this anymore. Look, we've made an excellent connection on the east coast that likes our product and a couple other dealers are interested. We've made close to a million dollars in a little over a month, not to mention the money we've been making off the few kilos we've been spreading around Westerville. Yes, the Dougie thing was an unfortunate hiccup, but we're doing really well. We're making money. This is a viable business, and it proves I know what I'm doing. It proves I can handle business."
"But we've done all this behind your father's back! I don't think he's going to be impressed. I think he's going to be pissed, especially when he finds out that Alan is from New Jersey. I don't care what you say. New Jersey is too close to New York."
"I never made a deal with anyone to stay out of New York. That was my father and grandfather's ancient treaty shit. I represent a new generation."
Skylar walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of brandy off the shelf. He poured himself a large glass and took a long sip. The smooth, warm taste burned going down, but felt comforting all the same.
"Okay, fine. You go to the dinner and talk to your dad. Maybe this crazy plan will work and he'll protect us from Dirk. We really don't have a choice. Without him we're sitting ducks."
Cooper grinned. "Exactly."
"But," continued Skylar, "I don't think I should go. I know your family's rules. Only your father can invite someone to attend. I'd better not go."
"Nonsense. You're my business partner and confidant. You deserve to be there."
"I don't wanna overstep my bounds. Your father doesn't exactly like me much."
"I don't care. You're coming. If Blaine can have Telio at the table, I can have you."
Skylar burned at the thought of Telio getting to attend. He took another sip of brandy and thought about it. He doubted Mario was going to be impressed. If anything he would be furious, but the idea of wandering around with no protection, waiting for Dirk to strike, was very unappealing. At least with Mario they had a chance of staying alive.
"Okay. Let's do this."
For the first time in a long time, Blaine was anxious to get home. He was ready to have a serious conversation with his father. He knew it wouldn't go over well, but he didn't care. Nothing he planned to say should come as a surprise. He did feel a little guilty about Telio. All of Telio's hopes for a significant role within the organization depended upon Blaine. Blaine decided he would tell his father that Telio deserved a crew of his own once they graduated. He shouldn't have to work to get that position. He'd already earned it.
As they turned into the drive and slowed up for the gate to open, Blaine frowned at the sight of the armed men. He hoped they would be gone for Kurt's visit next weekend.
Telio pulled in behind a black Porsche SUV. "Isn't that Skylar's car?"
Blaine shrugged. "How the hell should I know?"
Telio shook his head. Observe everything was his motto. As they passed the car, Telio stopped to look a little closer. It was the same car Skylar always drove except this one was brand new. Why the brand new car? More importantly, why was Skylar there on family dinner night?
The moment they entered the house, both could tell something was wrong. The air was thick with tension. Blaine's mother hugged him too tight, her face twisted with worry.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Anastasia shook her head. "I don't really know, but things aren't right. Something either has happened, or is about to happen."
Blaine and Telio looked at each other, but said nothing.
45 minutes later Blaine came downstairs to find his brother and a very nervous Skylar sitting in the living room. He stared at his brother in surprise. Cooper was clean shaven, had gotten a haircut, and was wearing a crisp, casual, tailored black suit. His eyes were clear and focused. He looked great.
"What's up, squirt?"
"Hi. You look nice."
"Thanks."
"Hi ya, Blaine." Skylar was dressed similar to Cooper.
"Hi. Are you staying for dinner?"
At that moment Telio walked into the room. "Hey."
Skylar looked at Telio, but didn't say anything. Cooper looked Telio up and down. Shit. Was the kid on steroids? "Hi Telio. Still following around after my brother I see."
Blaine bristled at the comment, but Telio remained unfazed. "Yep."
Skylar smiled meanly. "Kind of like a dog."
Blaine glared at Skylar. "Shut up!"
Telio smiled. "Yep. A dog with a hell of a bite, so you'd better watch yourself."
Skylar was about to say something else when Anastasia entered the room.
"Boys it's time to be seated for dinner." She looked at Skylar. "Skylar, it was nice seeing you again, but you'll have to excuse us. My apologies." She shot a look at Cooper. Why on earth would he have Skylar visit on family dinner night?
Cooper spoke up. "Skylar is staying for dinner."
Anastasia looked surprised. "Oh. Did your father invite him? He didn't mention…"
Cooper spoke confidently. "I'm inviting him."
Anastasia slowly shook her head. "Cooper…Skylar, I don't mean to be rude, but no one is allowed at the monthly family dinner except family, and only…" Skylar rudely interrupted, pointing at Telio.
"He's not family."
Anastasia was shocked. "Yes he is. Not that it's any of your concern."
Cooper slapped Skylar on the back. "Skylar is my dearest friend and future consigliere. He needs to start attending these dinners with me."
Anastasia sighed tiredly. "Cooper, please. Now is not the time for this. You can speak with your father about it later. Please see Skylar out and come take your seat."
"He's staying."
Blaine was getting more and more pissed by the minute, especially as he noticed the weary look on his mother's face.
"Coop, you know the rules. Get him outta here."
"Oh, and are you in charge now? Did I miss a meeting?"
Skylar was looking at Telio, his jealousy eating at him.
"Do you actually sit at the table, or does Blaine fix a bowl for you?"
"You asshole!" Blaine shoved Skylar sending him stumbling back a few feet. Skylar steadied himself and went to shove Blaine back, but Telio grabbed Blaine and pulled him back and behind him. Cooper grabbed Skylar and pulled him away from Telio. He knew what Telio was capable of and he needed Skylar alive. All four started yelling at each other which caused Anastasia to start yelling.
"All of you stop it! Stop it right now!"
"What is going on?"
Mario's voice boomed large and loud bringing everyone to silence. Anastasia turned to her husband.
"I'm sorry. There was a misunderstanding regarding dinner. Everything is ready. We can eat."
Mario stared into her eyes and frowned at her visible stress. He'd been neglecting his wife. Now was not a good time, but maybe he could take her away for a few days after his business trip. Mario gently cupped her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Go see to our other guests, my love. I'll speak to the boys."
Mario turned on the four young men, his eyes flashing with anger.
"What is the problem?" He looked at Skylar. "What are you doing here?"
Cooper spoke up quickly. "I invited him to dinner."
"Oh, really? With what authority?"
Cooper felt a little less confident under his father's piercing gaze, but he held his ground.
"I think it's time for Skylar to start attending these meetings. When I'm in charge he's going to be my consigliere, so I think…"
"I wasn't aware I was dead."
"No, sir. Of course not. I just…"
Mario turned to Skylar. "Get out."
"Dad…"
"We'll discuss this later, Cooper. Skylar leave."
Skylar headed towards the door, but Cooper stopped him.
"No! Wait a minute! This isn't fair. Why does Telio get to attend family dinners, but Skylar can't?"
"Because Telio is family."
Telio's eyes grew wide. Blaine couldn't help but smile. It was the first time he'd ever seen Telio look truly surprised.
"No, he's not! He's a homeless kid whose dad you got killed."
Mario's expression turned blank, completely unreadable. His body relaxed and his eyes narrowed.
Quiet rage.
"We have guests waiting. We will finish this conversation after dinner. Skylar, get out before I have you thrown out."
Skylar headed towards the door.
Mario, Blaine, and Telio started heading towards the dining room.
Cooper couldn't let it go.
He wasn't even high.
Just stupid.
"No, dad. We'll finish this conversation now!"
Blaine, Telio, and Mario stopped and turned around. Luther, who had been watching everything from the doorway, finally felt the need to step in. He took Cooper by the arm.
"Cooper, now is not the time. You're only making things worse for yourself. Just come to dinner."
"No! Now is the time! That's been the fucking problem all along! I've been waiting for the right time to bring it up, or for you to bring it up, but no one ever does! I wanna talk about it now!"
Fear surged through Blaine.
Conjecture and speculation was one thing. He didn't want the words actually said out loud. That would make it real. And he had promised Kurt.
Mario walked towards Cooper and stared into his eyes. His voice was quiet, but his tone reflected the rage simmering underneath.
"What exactly would you like to talk about, Cooper? Would you like to talk about how many times Luther has had to rescue you from some stupid, idiotic, scheme you've gotten yourself into? Or would you like to discuss the time you got a good man killed because of your poor decision making skills and your lack of foresight? Or…would you like to discuss your drug use?"
Cooper paled, and shook his head. "I don't…"
"Don't lie to me. Don't you dare lie to me."
A coolness settled in the room from the sharp, icy chill of Mario's voice. Mario stepped back, took a deep breath, and distractedly fixed his cufflinks. When he was finished he looked at Cooper.
"And you think I would leave my empire to you."
Mario turned and headed towards the dining room, patting Blaine on the shoulder as he passed.
Cooper stared after him before shifting his gaze to Blaine.
The two brothers stared at each other.
Cooper turned and left.
Saturday morning Kurt opened his eyes and stretched his arms and legs wide, taking advantage of Blaine's large bed before rolling over and hugging a pillow to his chest.
He hadn't planned to spend the night in Blaine's room, but when he laid down in his own bed Friday night, it just didn't feel right. The sheets weren't soft enough, the pillow not fluffy enough, and the smell was all wrong. After tossing and turning well into midnight, Kurt got up and quietly made his way to Blaine's room, hoping he didn't get caught. The moment he laid down, his entire body relaxed. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with Blaine's scent. He wrapped himself up in the sheets, hugged a pillow to his chest, and fell asleep in minutes.
Kurt got up to use the bathroom. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he opened the cupboard under the sink and took a peek.
Yep. The gun was still there.
Kurt climbed back into bed and leaned back against the headboard. He closed his eyes and thought about the past week.
Kurt Hummel, you are no longer a virgin.
The thought made him smile. He'd never expected to lose his virginity in high school. Not that he'd been in a hurry, but it was nice to experience something so many of his friends had experienced, or had the option to experience. For once his high school existence felt normal instead of foreign and distant from that of his friends. His first time certainly hadn't gone as he'd imagined it, but he had no regrets. Physically he'd wanted it. Blaine was so sexy, and attractive, and something about the way he touched Kurt set his body on fire. All those little squeezes and touches had teased and tuned his body into wanting Blaine bad. Given his behavior that night, Blaine had wanted him just as much, if not more. Kurt couldn't help the tiny thrill that ran through him as he remembered how rough and urgent Blaine had been. How he'd ignored Kurt's pleas for him to slow down, instead plunging deeper and harder into his ass. No, it hadn't been what he'd imagined.
It was better.
Despite being alone with his thoughts, Kurt blushed as he felt himself harden at the memory. He felt embarrassed for enjoying Blaine's rough treatment. Wasn't he supposed to want his first time to be gentle? Well, they'd been making slow love all week and that was…nice.
But something about their first time...
There was something about being forced to just…take it.
Kurt wished he had someone to process with, but there was no one he trusted enough to talk to about something so sexual. He especially wished he understood why he'd felt so confused and disconnected immediately afterwards. The lonely feeling had choked him until Blaine wrapped his arms around him and held him, grounding him so he could breathe again.
Of course, Blaine did that all the time.
While Kurt definitely felt better and safer at Dalton than he'd ever felt at McKinley, he still couldn't shake the deep, core-penetrating fear that plagued him while at McKinley. The safety of Dalton wasn't enough, at least not yet. He was getting better, but it was like a scar, itching as it healed. One time he ran into Doug while entering the bathroom, and for just a moment he felt a head rush of fear. Doug's physical similarity to Dave still unnerved him at times. Every once in a while, too many doors slamming all at once, coupled with too many boys being louder in the halls than was allowed, and Kurt would jump and feel the familiar fear and flight response rise in his blood. Someone would accidentally jostle him, and his eyes would widen, looking for the coming blow while his mind screamed for safety.
And then Blaine would curl his fingers into Kurt's bracelet, and look into his eyes.
And the fear would drain away.
You are mine and Andersons protect what's theirs…I promise to love and protect you. Always. I won't let anyone hurt you. I'll protect you, Kurt. Just let me love and protect you.
While everyone else had failed, Kurt had complete confidence in Blaine's promise to protect him.
Blaine would protect him because he could protect him.
Blaine had a gun.
x-x-x-x-x
Kurt decided to spend the day at the library. His plan was to finish all of his homework between Saturday and Sunday morning, freeing up Sunday afternoon to spend with Blaine.
"Hi Kurt."
Kurt looked up and smiled. "Andrew! Hi! How are you?"
Andrew looked around. "I'm fine. Is Blaine with you?"
"No, he went home for the weekend."
Andrew relaxed and sat down. Kurt was glad to see him. He'd felt like Andrew had been avoiding him.
"Where have you been hiding?"
"I've been around. You've just been so busy with Blaine that you didn't notice."
Kurt smiled guiltily. "I guess that's true."
"So…are you guys official now?"
"If you mean officially boyfriends, yes."
Andrew nodded. "Okay. That's cool, I guess. Um…what are you doing tonight?"
Kurt shook his head. "No plans."
"Well, after dinner a bunch of us are going into town to the ice cream shop. My roommate Mike is driving and so is Chris Tanner. Wanna come along?"
Kurt smiled and nodded. This was great. Andrew mostly hung with guys from the art club. A totally different social circle than the Warblers. Kurt still wanted to expand his friendship circle.
"I'd love to."
Kurt and Andrew chatted for a few minutes more before Andrew left, promising to stop by Kurt's room at 7:00 pm. Kurt dove back into his school work with renewed zeal. He was always more productive when he had something to look forward to.
It wasn't until he was walking to the dining room for dinner that he remembered.
You can't leave without my permission. I can't protect you if I don't know where you are.
Kurt immediately pulled out his cell phone and dialed Blaine. No answer. He hung up without leaving a message. He sent a text.
K – Hi. I'm going into town for ice cream 2night with a bunch of people. Can't wait 2CU tomorrow. I miss you.
Kurt finished dinner quickly. He wanted to have time to shower and pick the right outfit. His wardrobe was not getting much of a workout. Instead of making a fashion statement every weekend, he found himself wearing t-shirts and sweatpants. Clothes that were easy to get out of.
He breathed a sigh of relief when his cell phone rang as he was walking back to his room. A nagging voice was telling him to make sure he spoke with Blaine before going out. He was simultaneously disappointed and happy when he saw it was Rachel calling.
"Hi Rachel! How's…"
"Oh, Kurt! Thank God you answered. I am in desperate need of your help."
Rachel launched into a long story of how Mr. Schue was being totally unreasonable about solo opportunities, insisting Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana have a sing off to determine who gets a solo at regionals. Rachel needed Kurt's help to pick the perfect song.
By the time Kurt got done calming her down, and talking through 17 different song choices, he barely had enough time to shower and get dressed, and he hadn't even picked out his outfit. Doug watched him rushing around in amusement.
"Is this what girls do before dates?"
Kurt glared at him. "Well, I'm not a girl, so I don't really know, and I'm not going out on a date."
"Aren't you going out with Blaine?"
"No."
"Really?" Doug sounded very surprised.
"Yes, really." Kurt rolled his eyes and concentrated on his hair.
"Well, that's surprising and new."
Kurt stopped fussing with his hair. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing. It's just usually all Blaine, all the time. You, Blaine, and that weird kid he hangs with."
"Telio is not weird. He's just quiet."
Doug shrugged. "Whatever. I know one thing. That kid is built like a fucking tank. You should see what he can bench press in the gym."
Kurt rolled his eyes and was glad there was a knock on the door.
"Hi."
Andrew inhaled a little. Damn. Kurt was fine.
"Hi. You look great. Ready?"
"Thank you and yes. Bye Doug." Kurt walked out.
Doug looked at Andrew and shook his head. He mouthed the words, "death wish," and pointed at Andrew. Andrew shook his head.
Once there were settled in the car and on their way, Kurt decided to try calling Blaine again, but then Chris cranked the music and everyone started singing and doing dance moves. It was too loud for a phone call. Kurt sent another text.
K – On our way into town. Hope you are having fun with your family. I'll call you when I get back.
Kurt didn't hear his phone the rest of the evening.
Saturday morning Blaine woke feeling heavy and weighed down. Friday night's blow up had left little doubt about his father's plans for the future. Blaine couldn't imagine what Cooper had been thinking. Bringing Skylar to dinner? Challenging his father within earshot of a room full of important people? Cooper had to know his behavior would make his father furious. Why would he act so stupid? There had to be a reason. A desperate reason.
Blaine felt annoyed. Yet again he was lying around worrying about Cooper's shit, but now the shit had hit the fan. He needed to talk to his father.
After getting up and dressed, Blaine headed downstairs. Telio was devouring a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. His father was drinking coffee and scrolling a news site on his iPad. His mother was nowhere to be seen.
"Morning."
Telio nodded while Mario looked up and beamed at Blaine.
"Good morning, Blaine. Sleep well?"
"I guess. Where's mom?"
"She'll be resting most of the day. I think she's been doing too much. I want her to take it easy."
Blaine started to point out that his mother didn't work, either outside the home, or in it. They had a full staff. She didn't do too much, she worried too much. He decided to keep his mouth shut. It wouldn't do to piss his dad off before they talked.
"Dad, I need to talk to you."
Mario stood up as Luther appeared in the doorway. "Of course you do, and I want to speak to you as well, but it will have to wait until later this afternoon. Okay?"
Blaine nodded.
Mario left with Luther. Blaine sat down across from Telio who had finished eating and was staring out the windows to the expansive backyard. Telio's head was still spinning from everything that had happened the night before. It was the first time he'd ever heard Mario refer to him as family. He'd never thought of himself as family. Sure, the Andersons took him in and were good to him, but the distinction between him, Cooper, and Blaine was always clear, especially when it became his responsibility to take care of Blaine. While it didn't really change anything, it was nice to know he was thought of as family, especially by Mario.
Telio pulled himself out of his thoughts and glanced at Blaine.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
Blaine shook his head. "Not hungry."
"Okay. Well, considering everything that happened last night, do you still wanna keep Cooper's drug dealing a secret?"
Blaine sighed. "Considering everything that happened last night, I definitely don't wanna mention Cooper's drug dealing. I don't wanna add fuel to the fire."
"The fire has already destroyed the forest, Blaine."
Blaine shook his head. "No. I'm making things clear today, especially after last night. I've been telling him I don't want this for years, but tonight…tonight I'm making it official. I'm not coming home for family dinners anymore. I can't. All it does is give the illusion of interest on my part, and gives him false hope. I want a clean break. I need a clean break. I don't plan to come back for the summer either. I'll either stay at Dalton, or see if I can get an internship or job in Lima so I can be close to Kurt."
Blaine looked out the window to avoid meeting Telio's eyes, but when he finally looked up, Telio was looking at him with a slightly amused expression on his face.
"Telio…I'm serious."
Telio nodded, his expression unchanged.
"I'm really sorry. I promise to tell him to give you your own crew. You shouldn't have to work your way up. You've already earned it and you're more than capable. I'll make sure he takes care of you."
Telio smiled and nodded. "Okay, Blaine. Thanks for thinking of me. Now, let's go work out."
Telio stood up and headed towards the basement.
Blaine stared after him.
Wow. He took that well.
x-x-x-x-x
After a long work out and shower, Blaine laid down to rest and ended up falling asleep.
And dreaming…
He was trying to focus on tying his bowtie, but he kept getting distracted by Kurt's beautiful, naked, lean frame, draped seductively on the chaise lounge. The collar around Kurt's neck matched the bracelet on his wrist, and the silver within the collar matched the chain securing Kurt to the lounge.
He forced himself to focus on fixing his tie. He liked to arrive early to meetings. It unsettled people to walk in and find him waiting.
He walked over to Kurt who looked up at him adoringly. "Will you be gone long?"
"No. I'll be back soon, and when I return I'll release you. Then I will fuck you. Okay?"
Kurt smiled. "Yes Blaine."
"You understand why I keep you here, right?"
Kurt nodded. "To protect me and keep me safe because you love me."
Blaine nodded. "Exactly. I'll never let anyone hurt you. I promise."
Kurt leaned forward and mouthed at Blaine's crotch. He looked up at Blaine. "Do you have time?"
Blaine groaned as Kurt slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Maybe instead of making an intimidating statement by arriving early, he could make a late grand entrance.
"If you insist, gorgeous."
Blaine moaned as he stroked himself in his sleep. So close…so close…so close…
Tired of knocking, Telio opened the door.
"Dude, wake up!"
Blaine sat up, eyes wild and full of surprise. He quickly pulled his hand out of his pants, but not before Telio figured out what he was up to. He cracked up laughing.
"Nice. Stop jerking off and go downstairs to the library. Your dad wants to talk to you."
Telio closed the door, but Blaine could hear him laughing as he walked away.
Blaine went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face, wash his hands, and brush his teeth. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. I should just give up jerking off in this house. He ran a comb through his hair and headed downstairs.
Leaving his phone on his nightstand.
x-x-x-x-x
Blaine knocked on the cracked door of the library before walking in. His father looked up and gave him a broad smile.
"Hello Blaine."
Blaine was surprised to see his father looking so casual. He always wore dress slacks and button down shirts, but today he was wearing jeans and an Ohio State t-shirt. The gel was washed from his hair, allowing it to curl, and he was barefoot. He was sitting on the couch in the corner. Blaine joined him.
Mario quietly studied his son. Blaine sat comfortably under his father's gaze. Mario was known for this. In business and with enemies he often sat silently for several minutes just staring at them, studying their face without a word. It was an intimidation move, but neither Blaine, nor his mother ever flinched under Mario's gaze, nor did it unnerve them. They just waited patiently for him to speak. Cooper couldn't stand it, often shouting at his father to stop, and it was one of the few experiences that made Telio uncomfortable, but Blaine and his mother were immune.
Mario slowly ran his eyes down Blaine's body and back up to his eyes. His son's eyes were different. A small smiled played upon Mario's lips. His son was finally fucking someone.
"So, how is school going?"
"Good. I'm on track to make honor roll again this quarter."
"Smart boy. You were always my smart boy."
Blaine felt the usual rush of pride from his father's praise.
"Still leading the Warblers?"
Blaine laughed lightly. "Well, I don't lead them. I'm not on the council."
"But you still sing all the solos, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, tell me. In between studying and singing, have you managed to find a boyfriend?"
Blaine hesitated a moment before nodding. He wondered if his mother had mentioned Kurt's planned visit.
Mario sat back and studied Blaine for a moment before asking his next question.
"Are you two intimate?"
Blaine wasn't sure if he wanted to answer that, but he figured there was no reason to lie. "Yes."
"Are you in love with him?"
Blaine figured he couldn't deny it if he tried. "Yes."
Mario was silent, thoughtful about his next words, but Blaine interrupted his thoughts.
"Dad…I'm not coming home for family dinner anymore."
Mario arched an eyebrow. "Really?"
"There's no reason for me to be there. I heard what you said last night, to Cooper, and that's fine if you don't wanna leave him in charge, but I'm not stepping up to take his place. I'm sorry if that leaves you in a lurch, but…I can't take over. Especially not now."
Mario said nothing. It was Blaine's turn to study his father as he wondered what he was thinking. Several minutes passed before Mario spoke.
"Blaine, you and I are very much alike in many ways. I know you don't want to hear that, but it's true. You and I…we're dominant personalities. We like to be in command. In charge. We enjoy controlling others. In business we force our opponents to bend to our will and do what we want, either through compromise or by other means. No matter what, Andersons always win. With our lovers it's no different, it just manifests itself differently, and sometimes…harshly. What's that saying? We always hurt the ones we love."
Mario stopped. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes drifted over to a large photo of Anastasia on his desk. His voice turned quiet.
"I don't know anything about the boy you've chosen, so my only piece of advice for you is to make sure he understands and is open to your true nature. Otherwise…you will end up breaking him, and that…that can leave scars you will spend the rest of your life trying to erase."
"Break him? What do you mean?"
"Sometimes we want things, but we can't allow ourselves to express our desires because we're scared of what it might mean, or say about us. For example…you want to be boss one day."
Blaine shook his head. "No. That's not true. I just told you I don't want this, and I meant it."
"Just like you don't want to be lead soloist of the Warblers, but you are."
"What?"
"I remember you talking to your mother one weekend last year about how you always get all the solos. Every single one. You told her it wasn't your fault because the other guys want you to sing the solos. They thrust it upon you, but you don't refuse it do you, Blaine? You don't ever argue with them or suggest someone else. You accept it. I'm guessing you choose all the songs as well and the…what do you call it? Council? Goes along with you. You accept the power they give you because deep down you want it. Just like deep down you want to take over from me one day."
Blaine shook his head, his face a mixture of confusion and denial. "No…no…that's not true. You can't compare me leading a bunch of guys in a song to leading a criminal organization. That's ridiculous!"
"No it's not. It's just an example of your true nature on a smaller level."
"No…I…no! I don't wanna be in control of anything!"
"Stop fighting the blood that runs through your veins. You are an Anderson through and through, and Andersons are strong, resilient, powerful…"
"Oh, really? So what about, Cooper, huh? He's a mess."
Mario sat back with a frown. "I never said all Andersons were smart. Your brother is a dominant, but he's reckless and undisciplined. He's very much like your great-grandfather. Ethan couldn't figure out a better way to build this empire than by using a gun. His ambition and greed got us started, but he wasn't smart and that got him killed."
The mention of his great-grandfather made Blaine think of his Grandfather Julio.
"Grandfather Julio won't let you make your gay son boss."
Mario shook his head. "I'm in charge, not him, but since you mention it, even he has come around. Cooper reminds him of his father. He's knows you're best for the family. Your being gay doesn't really matter. It's more dangerous, but in the long run it doesn't matter."
"Why is it more dangerous?"
Mario remained silent.
"Dad, why is it more dangerous?"
If he was going to make his son enter this world, he owed it to him to be honest.
"The unspoken rule is that you don't kill wives and children. You won't have a wife, you'll have a husband. A man. No one will hesitate to kill him, or worse, to hurt you."
Blaine's heart tightened in his chest and it suddenly felt harder to breathe.
Kurt.
Oh, God…
No, no, no.
He'd promised Kurt. He'd promised him he would always protect him and keep him safe.
"Look, I know the rule is that blood comes first, but I think you should groom Telio to take over. He loves this world, and he's smart, and very, very capable. He's like your son anyway so…"
Mario's voice was cold and clipped. "Telio is not my son."
"He's a member of this family! He's lived here since he was like 10!"
"Yes, but he is not my son. He's not blood."
"He might as well be!"
"No. You are my son and you are my heir."
"Cooper…"
"Never. Let me be very, very clear, Blaine. I've made up my mind and I've informed those who need to know. When the time comes, you will become boss of the Anderson family with Telio as your consigliere. I've already shared this with the heads of the other families. Cooper will never be in charge. I expect you to take care of him because he is your brother, but he will never, and is never to be in charge. That is my decision, and my word is final."
Blaine stood up and looked straight into his father's eyes. "No."
"Blaine…"
"No! I don't care what you've decided, and how dare you try to control and decide my entire life for me! I'm not taking over shit!"
"Blaine…"
"Leave me alone!"
Blaine stormed out of the library and headed to Telio's room in the basement. He burst into the room.
"Get ready! We're leaving!"
"What?"
"We're going back to school. Now!"
"Blaine…Blaine!"
Blaine was gone, headed to his room to pack. He wanted out. He had to get out. Back to Dalton, back to Kurt. He was never coming back. Never. He would stay at Dalton until graduation, and then he and Kurt would head to New York, and he'd get a job while Kurt went to that dramatic arts school he'd been talking about, and they would live in a cardboard box apartment, and eat ramen noodles, and be poor, but in love, and he would fuck the shit out of Kurt every night, and steal roses for him...
Telio stood in the doorway and watched Blaine throwing everything into his bag.
"Blaine…"
"Shut up and pack."
"We can't leave. Your mom looks forward to having dinner with just us on Saturday nights. I know you're mad and upset, but do you really wanna disappoint her?"
Blaine stopped and sat down heavily on his bed. No, he didn't want to disappoint her. Next to Kurt, she was the only other person he didn't want to disappoint.
"Fine. We leave first thing in the morning."
Telio left. Blaine fell back on to his bed.
Fuck.
He lay there for a few minutes before sitting up and reaching for his cell phone.
He'd missed two text messages.
K – Hi. I'm going into town for ice cream 2night with a bunch of people. Can't wait 2CU tomorrow. I miss you.
K – On our way into town. Hope you are having fun with your family. I'll call you when I get back.
What the hell?
Blaine dialed Kurt's number. No answer.
B – Just got your message. What people? Who are you with? I'm calling you.
B – You need to answer your phone!
B – Who are you with?
B – Answer your phone!
B – Call me ASAP!
By the fifth unanswered text message, and the fourth unanswered call, Blaine was furious. He grabbed his laptop and opened the tracking site. The red dot was still at 332 Ludlow Avenue. Graeter's Ice cream.
Who the fuck was Kurt eating ice cream with?
He started texting the Warblers to find out if Wes had arranged something.
Kurt wasn't with the Warblers.
Who the fuck was he with?
Blaine kept calling until dinner time. He forced himself to squash his anger and worry about Kurt, to smile, listen and engage his mother over dinner. As the evening progressed, he was grateful to Telio for convincing him to stay. His mother's laughter and warm smile was wonderful to see, especially after last night's drama.
And after what his father had said earlier.
His mother didn't look broken. Yes, she often looked stressed, and worried, but that was to be expected. Blaine knew his father hadn't been completely honest with her when they first met, but that was years ago. Blaine saw the way his father looked at his mother, and the way she responded to his voice and touch. There was something between them that spoke of a deep, enduring love. The kind of love he wanted with Kurt.
Kurt.
Blaine clinched his fists under the table.
Who the hell was Kurt with?
Andrew tried not to stare as Kurt licked his ice cream cone, but it was impossible not to. Kurt's tongue action with his ice cream cone was downright obscene. The fact that he was doing it very innocently, and had no idea of the raging boner he was giving Andrew and another customer sitting a few feet from them, made it all the hotter.
Kurt kept taking long, full swipes around the ice cream, shaping it within the cone, followed by tiny kitten licks to make sure it didn't drip. Andrew swallowed and tore his eyes away as he silently lectured himself.
Kurt is taken. Taken by a boy whose family kills people.
Andrew knew he was taking a risk by inviting Kurt out, but he liked talking to him and listening to his voice. As long as he kept his dirty thoughts to himself, friendship was okay, right?
Once they returned to campus, Andrew walked Kurt to his room.
"Thanks so much for inviting me. I had a great time."
"I would have asked you to hang out before, but you always seem preoccupied with Blaine."
"Well, he is my boyfriend."
"Yeah. Well…if you ever decide you want another one…let me know. Goodnight Kurt."
Kurt smiled and watched Andrew head down the hall.
That was sweet, but he definitely didn't want another boyfriend. He wanted Blaine.
Blaine.
Kurt took out his phone and cursed at all the missed calls, texts and messages. He quickly dialed Blaine's number.
"Where have you been?" Blaine's voice was cold and accusing.
"I went into town with a bunch of people for ice cream. Didn't you get my text?"
"Didn't you get mine?"
"I just looked at my phone."
"I called you a bunch of times. Why didn't you answer your phone?"
Kurt huffed in annoyance. "It was noisy, Blaine. I didn't hear my phone."
"Who were you with?"
"It was a bunch of people. Chris, Micah, Luke, Andrew, Nate…"
"Andrew?"
"Yes, Andrew."
"You went out with Andrew?"
"I just told you it was a bunch of people."
"Who invited you?"
Silence.
"Kurt? Who invited you? Kurt? Are you there? Hello!"
"Stop yelling!"
"Who invited you?"
"Why does that matter?"
"Tell me who invited you!"
"Why are you yelling at me? And what's with all the questions?"
"I told you not to leave campus without my permission."
"You told me not to leave without letting you know, and I did that. It's not my fault you didn't check your phone. More importantly, you're not my father. I don't need your permission."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"I can't protect you if I don't know where you are."
"Telling you where I am, and asking for your permission to go are two totally different things."
"I'm just trying to protect you, Kurt."
"I didn't need protecting. I was perfectly safe."
"You don't know that. Don't leave campus again without asking me."
"You mean don't leave campus without telling you."
"Don't argue with me!"
"Don't act like my father!"
A minute passed as Blaine seethed with anger, while Kurt fumed in annoyance.
"You never said who invited you. Was it Andrew?"
"So, what if it was?"
I'll either beat his ass, get him expelled, or both.
"I told you that I don't want you going out with Andrew."
"We didn't go out! This is ridiculous! Why are you acting so jealous? You know I love you. You and only you."
Blaine closed his eyes and gripped the phone tighter. Damn he was having a shitty day. They were quiet for several minutes before Kurt decided to try and get them back on track.
"Look, Blaine. I'm sorry I didn't get to talk to you before I went out, but I don't need your permission to hang out with people. I will let you know if I leave campus, but I don't need your permission."
"I just wanna keep you safe. I just wanna protect you." Especially now.
"I know, and I appreciate it. I really do."
"Then don't run off again."
Kurt sighed. He was too tired to argue. He decided to switch topics.
"I slept in your room last night."
Blaine immediately felt better. "You did?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Move in with me."
"Blaine….please don't start that again. It's not gonna happen."
Now it was Blaine who decided not to argue. He had already started casually taking things from Kurt's room and putting them in his. He figured Kurt would be moved in without realizing it by the end of the month.
"Listen, I'm tired. I studied all day, and went out tonight, and it's late. I'm going to bed."
"Are you gonna sleep in my room again?"
Kurt hesitated, feeling a little sheepish. "Well…yeah."
Blaine was pleased. This was good.
"Okay. Well, dream of me."
"I always do."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"What do you dream?"
Kurt's face felt hot. He wasn't ready to tell Blaine about his dreams. The dreams he'd been having since Blaine mentioned tying him to the bed.
"I dream of kissing you."
"Anything else?"
"And…you know…you making love to me."
"Making love or fucking?"
Kurt was hot again and bright red. "Um…both."
Dark sexual feelings raced through Blaine straight to his dick. "Do you have a preference?"
"Um…I…I like everything."
"But do you have a preference?"
"Um…no." Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
Blaine smiled. "Liar. I love you, you liar."
"I love you, too."
"Good night, Kurt."
"Good night, Blaine."
Sunday morning Blaine repacked his bag, replacing all the items he'd thrown into the bag the night before. Over dinner his mother had mentioned Kurt's planned visit for the following weekend, and how she was looking forward to meeting him. Blaine groaned internally. He wasn't about to disappoint her, or Kurt. He'd have to come back next weekend.
And probably three weeks later.
It was all closing in on him.
As he packed, there was a knock on his door. "Yes?"
Blaine was surprised to see Luther poke his head in.
"Hi, Blaine. Can I come in?"
"Sure."
Luther was a tall man, with very short black hair, and green eyes. His skin was dark, permanently tanned, and he always wore a black shirt, black pants and a black blazer. He'd been by Mario's side since their 20's, and Blaine had known him his entire life. He was Blaine's Godfather.
Blaine sat down on his bed. Luther stood by the door.
"You can sit down in my desk chair."
Luther sat down and looked at Blaine.
"Wow. You're really a man now."
Blaine shook his head. "No. I'm just a high school kid."
Luther smiled and chuckled lightly. "Okay. Well, high school kid, here's the deal. It's time for you to understand more about the business. There are several things you need to know. Obviously we can't do this over the phone, or online, so you need to plan on coming home more."
"No."
"I figured you would say that, so here."
Luther held out a folder. Blaine looked at it but didn't reach for it.
"Take it, Blaine."
"What is it?"
"Information you need to know. Read over it and the next time you come home, let me know if you have any questions."
Blaine took the folder. It couldn't contain anything important. Important details were never written down for security reasons.
Luther stood up. "I know you're not happy, but this is how it is, Blaine. Your father has made his decision, and frankly, I agree with him. I know you don't believe it or see it, but you will make a great boss. Trust me."
"I don't understand why he wants to try and force all this important responsibility on someone who isn't interested and doesn't want it."
"Because you're not just anyone. You're an Anderson." Luther left.
Blaine placed the folder in his bag and took out his phone.
B – Getting ready 2 leave. B waiting for me in my room.
K – Okay.
After hugs and kisses from his mother, Blaine and Telio headed out to leave. Mario and Luther watched them from the window.
"Did you tell him about Cooper's murders?"
Mario shook his head. "No. Considering his reluctance, I thought it best not to tell him, but we need to fix things with Dirk Mason and quickly. Mason is screaming for blood. The last thing we need now is a war."
Luther shifted nervously. "If Mason's out for blood, and he hears about Blaine being officially named your successor…"
"That's why we need to take care of him quickly. He wouldn't dare make that kind of strike, but we need to appease him in a way that appears painful to us and feels fulfilling to him."
Mario watched the back of Blaine's car get further and further away from the house. He turned to Luther.
"What did you find out about this Kurt person?"
"Kurt Hummel, 17, a junior, came to Dalton this year from McKinley over in Lima. Mom died when he was young, raised by his dad. He seems pretty clean, but there are two things that are interesting. His dad is running for US Congress and….Cooper killed Mason's nephew and the other guy right behind his dad's tire and lube place."
"Really?"
Luther nodded.
Mario turned thoughtful.
"How very, very interesting."
x-x-x-x-x
Once they were a few miles from home, Blaine thought about the folder Luther had given him.
"When we get to Dalton, remind me to give you a folder. It's from Luther."
"Luther gave you a folder?"
"Yeah."
They road in silence for several minutes.
"I'm never going to get out, am I?"
Telio actually felt bad for him. He sounded so sad and defeated, and Blaine never sounded defeated.
But he wasn't going to lie to him.
"No, you're not."
End Part I
Thanks to everyone who has hung in there with me. I had to get through the first part of the story in order to set the stage for everything to come.