It's never taken me a month to update before, so that should tell you how busy things have been. It's been a very difficult month for me, so I really appreciate those who have reached out to check in. You guys are better than those in my real life.
Warnings - This chapter includes violence right at the start, angst, smut, breath play, spanking, Blaine being controlling, and Kurt reaching a decision. Oh, and plot.
Chapter 12
Yeah, but baby there you go again,
there you go again, making me love you.
Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go.
Got you stuck on my body, on my body, like a tattoo.
And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid, crawling back to you.
Try to tell you "no," but my body keeps on telling you "yes".
Try to tell you "stop", but your lipstick got me so out of breath.
I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself.
And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.
One More Night by Maroon 5
Pain.
Blinding, searing, hot pain flashing and popping in every cell, every muscle, every inch of his body.
Why couldn't they just kill him?
Death would be so welcome.
A kick to the head and Skylar was choking on the blood running down his throat. A stomp to his chest stole his breathing. His body curled inward in an effort to protect itself, but it was hopeless.
Five more kicks and stomps came before the blows stopped. Somewhere in the haze of blood, bruises, and pain, he could hear a fuzzy voice.
"Pull the tape from his eyes."
The pull of the tape being roughly pulled away didn't even register in his mind. It was nothing compared to what he'd been through the past several hours.
He'd been so careful. He hadn't left his apartment in almost two weeks, living on anything he could find in his kitchen, or takeout delivered to the apartment one floor down. His neighbor, Frank was happy to accept his food in exchange for Skylar ordering for him too, paying for their order, and giving him ten bucks.
It was a lack of milk that finally did him in.
Skylar simply couldn't eat cereal without milk. He didn't understand people who could. It was like chewing on sugary drywall. He was going to ask Frank to go to the store for him, but Frank disappeared around Thursday and still wasn't back a week later.
Skylar waited until Noon on Saturday figuring the grocery store would be busy and he could blend in with all the Saturday shoppers. He would stock up and hunker back down.
And hope to hear from Cooper.
He hadn't seen or heard from Cooper since their disastrous visit to the Anderson compound. Cooper had dropped him off and disappeared. Skylar's many texts and voice messages had gone unanswered. He figured Cooper was either coked out in an alley somewhere,or dead.
They grabbed Skylar the moment he got out of his car. He never knew what hit him.
And now he was on the floor, his hands and ankles duct taped, his body bruised, bloodied and throbbing in pain.
Someone was pulling his head back, screaming at him, but he was losing consciousness.
"Wake this motherfucker up!"
Skylar was dragged to his knees, a bucket of ice water poured over his head. The cold shocked him awake. He tried to make out the figure looming over him, but his left eye was completely swollen shut, and his right was quickly closing down as well.
"…appreciate this shit! Mario has some fucking nerve. Does he think I'm stupid?"
Skylar started tipping over. Two hands belonging to a body he couldn't see, pulled him up straight and held him in place. Dirk bent down, his face close to Skylar's.
"So, you're really gonna take the rap for Anderson?"
Skylar tried to focus. Rap?
"Come on man. Just tell me the truth. You were there, but you didn't kill him, did you?"
No. Skylar carried a gun, but he'd never killed anyone. Cooper was the killer.
Dirk slapped him. "Wake up!" He took out his gun and held it to Skylar's temple.
"Answer me. Did you shoot Dougie?"
Skylar swallowed and tried to speak, but started coughing. Dirk stood up.
"Get him a drink."
Half a bottle of water was poured down his throat allowing Skylar to manage a whisper.
"Didn't kill…didn't."
Dirk nodded. "I know you didn't. Mario thinks I'm stupid, and I don't appreciate it."
He stepped back and studied Skylar for a moment before reaching a decision.
"But I ain't interested in fucking with the Andersons." He turned to the two men in the room.
"Beat his ass until his heart stops. Then shoot him in the head."
Panic pushed Skylar to find his voice. "Wait…didn't kill…I didn't kill…"
"I honestly don't give it a shit. You were there, so you're guilty. Oh, and by the way, where the fuck is my coke?"
Skylar shook his head. "Don't…didn't…Cooper…"
"Yeah. That's what I thought. Get this fucker outta here."
Two men grabbed Skylar and started dragging him toward the door.
"Wait…help…can…I…help...you…I can…help…you…"
Dirk laughed. "Now what could you possibly do for me?"
"Trust…they trust me…Andersons…trust…"
"Trust you? Motherfucker, they don't even like yo' ass. If they did you wouldn't be here right now."
"Cooper…Mario's…just…save…his son…"
Dirk looked at him and started thinking. It made sense that Mario would protect his son by sending someone in his place. Skylar was Cooper's best friend. They'd grown up together so he probably knew a hell of a lot about the Andersons. They probably did trust him. Word on the street was that the Andersons were ready to make a major move into the drug trade. It wouldn't hurt to have more details on what they were up to and how far they planned to expand. Dirk had a nice operation going in Toledo. He was making money hand over fist. If he knew what the Andersons were up to, he could plan and adjust accordingly. Maybe prevent them from eating into his profit.
"Alright bitch. This is yo' lucky ass day."
"No."
"It'll be fun."
"No, it won't."
"Yes, it will."
"No, really, it won't."
Kurt sighed. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined.
"Look, it will all be very casual and relaxed. Me, you, Blaine, Doug, Courtney, and Alicia. It's just coffee. Coffee is easy. Please?"
"No."
"I promise you'll have a good time."
"No, I won't."
"Yes, you will. You really, really, will. Please?"
Telio glared at Blaine. "Would you please make your boyfriend leave me alone?"
Blaine grinned. He was enjoying this. Kurt was beyond cute, and watching him get on Telio's nerves was hilarious.
"Sorry. Can't help you. I find it very hard to make Kurt do anything."
Telio scoffed and then scowled at Kurt. "Don't you have something better to do than harass the hell out of me?"
Kurt shook his head. "I can't think of a better way to spend my time than investing in your happiness."
Blaine laughed at the annoyed expression on Telio's face. Kurt pressed on.
"Come on, Telio. You like her, right? And she thinks you're gorgeous."
"You don't know that."
Kurt grew excited and started bopping up and down in his chair.
"Yes I do! I do! She told Courtney she thinks you're hot!"
"Liar."
"No, I swear I'm not lying! She told Courtney, and Courtney told Doug!"
Telio looked at Kurt and then at Blaine. Blaine nodded reassuringly.
"No."
Kurt's shoulders slumped and his face scrunched up in annoyance. Why was Telio being so difficult? Maybe he should just forget the whole thing. Then he had a thought. A smile spread across his face for a moment before being replaced with complete innocence.
"Okay. Well you stay here and Blaine and I will go. Alone. By ourselves. Into town. Blaine and I. Off campus. Blaine. Alone. By himself. In town…"
"Okay, okay! I get it! I'll go! Shit!"
Kurt clapped his hands happily making Blaine fall in love with him all over again. How could someone be so sexy, handsome, and adorable all at the same time?
"I promise you'll have a good time."
Telio stood up and swung his bag over his shoulder.
"No, I won't and neither will she, but if it gets you to leave me alone, then fine."
Kurt watched him stalk off leaving him and Blaine sitting in the music room.
Kurt turned to Blaine with a worried frown. "He won't be an ass on purpose, will he? I don't want Alicia to have a horrible time."
Blaine smiled at Kurt's concern. "No, Telio would never do that. He's just nervous. I don't think he's ever even talked to a girl."
"I know you said you can't tell me Telio's story because it's not yours to tell, but… can't you tell me something? I mean…where's his family? Where's his mom?"
Blaine looked around for a moment before looking back at Kurt. He didn't want to betray Telio's privacy, but this was Kurt. It's not like he would tell anyone.
"His family is dead, Kurt. His mom, from what I've heard, was very beautiful which made her a constant target of men. She made a lot of mistakes…got mixed up with the wrong guys. Guys who didn't treat her well. She wasn't married to Telio's dad, but he always stopped by to check on them and to give her money to take care of him. One day he stopped by and found Telio sitting on the floor next to her body. She'd been dead for like a week. I guess he didn't know what to do, or didn't want to leave her. I don't know. He was only 9 or 10 when it happened."
Kurt's sadness ran deep. He knew what it felt like to lose a mother. "I had no idea. Where's his father now?"
"He's dead."
"What happened to him?"
Blaine shook his head. He didn't want to tell Kurt the details of Telio's father's death. "I've already said too much."
Kurt nodded. He was still curious, but he didn't want to push. He was intrigued by what he'd just learned. He felt a new kindred spirit of affection for Telio.
They finally had something in common besides Blaine.
Agent Barkley sat at his desk reviewing his notes from the Dougie Mason murder case. He knew Cooper Anderson was the shooter, but he'd been warned by his superiors not to make an arrest. They had a bigger goal: Mario Anderson. Their hope was to get Cooper to roll on his father, or get Mario to take the fall for his son.
Barkley thought they were crazy. A man like Mario Anderson didn't get to where he was by entertaining thoughts of surrender. Barkley was sure Mario would gladly see he eldest son rot in jail versus turning himself in. Especially since it was common knowledge that Mario favored Blaine.
Blaine.
He scrolled through his file and reviewed his notes on Blaine. Blaine Devon Anderson. Age 17. High school junior at Dalton Academy. Confirmed homosexual. Supposedly the recently named heir apparent of the Anderson empire.
An out, gay, crime boss? Being a crime boss was hard enough without everyone constantly questioning and challenging your toughness and manhood. Why on earth would Mario put his son in that position? On top of that, he skipped over his eldest son to do it.
How long before Cooper killed his little brother?
Barkley stretched, took a sip of coffee, and scrolled to the next page of his notes. He read over the details of his meeting with Blaine. Blaine's best friend, Telio Montgomery had been in the car along with another kid. The kid who looked familiar.
Barkley stopped and looked up, thinking hard.
He scrolled to his notes from his visit to Burt Hummel's house.
Step-son, Finn Hudson, junior, William McKinley High School.
Biological son, Kurt Hummel, junior, Dalton Academy.
Dalton Academy.
Blaine Anderson went to Dalton Academy.
Barkley closed his eyes and pictured the living room of the Hummel-Hudson home.
The pictures on the mantle.
Barkley opened his eyes.
The kid in the car with Blaine Anderson was Kurt Hummel.
Burt Hummel's son hanging out with Mario Anderson's son.
Barkley sat back and smiled.
The case of the criminal and the wannabe congressman.
Cooper was sitting in a small coffee shop in downtown Dayton. He was supposed to be watching the door, but he couldn't stop watching the barista as she walked around collecting random coffee cups. She was pretty. Long chestnut brown hair and pretty blue eyes. Or were they grey? Maybe bluish grey. Nice set of tits. Firm ass. Very attractive. The fact that she was in Dayton made her even more attractive. Cooper couldn't afford female entanglements right now, but it would be nice to get laid.
He flashed a beautiful smile when she stopped at his table.
"Can I get you a refill?"
"Absolutely. The coffee is excellent, the service is great, and you are one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."
The barista laughed. "Thank you."
"What time do you get off? I'd love to buy you dinner." And then fuck you.
"Thanks for the offer. That's really nice of you, but I have to decline."
Cooper was a little taken aback. He was used to women swooning over him.
"Oh, come on. I promise you'll have a great time."
"Sorry, but you're just not my type."
"Really? And what is your type?"
"Female."
"Huh?"
"Women. I prefer women. Would you like cream or sugar in your refill?"
"Uh…black. Black is fine."
Cooper sat in a funk, eyes on the door. He sat up when Alan walked in. Only one of the stocky built mustache guys was with him. Cooper stood up as they headed over.
"Hi. Thanks for agreeing to meet me here."
Alan nodded curtly and sat down. He turned to his companion. "Go get a latte or something."
Alan sat back and studied Cooper. How was it possible that someone as smart as Mario Anderson had such a stupid kid?
"So, where's my delivery?"
Cooper smiled and turned on his charm. "Allow me to apologize. We ran into a small quality and distribution problem, but I can assure you…"
"Killing your supplier would fuck up distribution, now wouldn't it?"
Cooper didn't miss a beat. "What are you talking about?"
"Come on, Cooper. Word is you had a little misunderstanding and decided to solve it…permanently."
Cooper shook his head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. My supplier ran into a few production problems. When we finally met and I checked out the final product it was subpar. I told him I wasn't interested and Skylar and I contracted with a new company. I'll have your product by the end of the week, plus a little extra as an apology for the delay."
"So, everything will be square by the end of the week?"
"Absolutely. I'll let you know when and where to pick it up."
Alan sat back and nodded. "Okay. I'll let my clients know."
Cooper grinned. Excellent. He was still in business. This was his third meeting of the day and everyone was on board.
Alan's eyes were hard and serious. He leaned forward, his voice quiet yet full of warning.
"Let me be very clear, Cooper. You fuck up again and I can't guarantee that my client won't take it personally, and therefore come after you personally. I covered for you once. I won't do it again."
"Don't worry. I have everything under control."
Alan stood up. "Just so I understand, is this new business yours, or is it an Anderson family affair?"
Cooper's expression darkened. "All business is Anderson family business because I am the future head of the Anderson family."
"So, the Andersons are officially in? Including your father?"
"Completely."
Alan nodded. "Okay. Knowing the old man is in will make everyone more comfortable. No offense."
Cooper bristled at the implication, but simply nodded.
x-x-x-x
Alan waited until they were on the highway heading back to New Jersey to make the phone call.
"Frank? It's Alan. Yeah. I just got confirmation."
"The Andersons are officially in."
Burt Hummel pulled off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was glad to be home. Overall he was enjoying his run for Congress, but it was draining. All the driving, grinning and greeting was exhausting, and he was just getting started. He had months of campaigning ahead of him, especially if he was going to raise enough money to keep going.
Money.
"Crap." He started re-buttoning his shirt. Carol glanced over at him as she slid off her dress.
"Why are you getting dressed?"
"Will is coming over along with Lydia, remember? Something about campaign contributions."
"Do we have to do it tonight? You look exhausted."
"I am exhausted, but Will said it was important. I'd rather go ahead and get it out the way so we can relax tomorrow."
Carol sighed and pulled her dress back on.
Thirty minutes later, Will, Lydia Walker, the Campaign Finance Director from the state Democratic Party, Burt and Carol all sat around the dining room table.
"Okay, so what's going on that couldn't wait?"
Will looked worried while Lydia stared suspiciously at Burt.
"Well," said Will, "I'm sure it's nothing, but Lydia was concerned, so I suggested we meet right away."
Burt looked at Lydia. "From the way you're glaring at me, I'm going to assume we did something wrong on our last financial report. I swear I turned everything in."
"I'm actually here about three donations listed on that report." Lydia took out copies of three checks, all made out for the maximum contribution limit of $2,600.
Carol looked at the copies. "Mario Anderson, Anastasia Anderson, and Julio Anderson." She looked at Burt questioningly.
Lydia's voice was full of accusation. "Do you mind telling me how you know Mario Anderson?"
Burt looked at the check copies and shook his head. "I don't know a Mario Anderson. As a matter of fact, I don't know any Andersons. Who are they?"
"Mario Anderson is the CEO of Anderson Construction. I'm sure you've seen their signs all over the place. They've built practically every building in Ohio, but that's just a front. He's actually a criminal. He's the head of a notorious crime family. The government has been waiting for him to slip up for years, but he's smart. They've never been able to gather enough evidence to charge him with anything. One check is from him. The other two are from his wife and his father. Why is a crime boss donating over $7,000 to your campaign?"
Burt shook his head. "Look, I swear I don't know this guy, or his family. Sure, I've heard of Anderson Construction, but that's it. Maybe he likes where I stand on the issues."
Carol was quietly thinking. Anderson…Anderson…
Burt sighed. "Look, just send the checks back. We can do that, right? Just send them back."
Lydia hardened her stare. "You're sure you don't know Mario Anderson?"
"I swear to ya, I never met the guy."
"Alright. I'll take care of it, and I suggest you don't mention this to anyone. One whiff of this to the press or the republicans, and we'll be in a world of trouble trying to explain your supposedly nonexistent ties to the mob."
Burt felt offended. "Hey, when I say I don't know this guy, I mean it! I got nothing to do with the mob! Never have! I run a clean, legitimate business!"
Lydia's tone remained suspicious and accusatory. "So, Mario Anderson just decided to have his entire family donate to your campaign because he cares about the arts?"
"I don't know! Maybe he likes music!"
Lydia shook her head. "Fine. Don't worry. I'll take of it. Like you said, we'll send the money back. That way, if someone does find out, we can honestly claim that we returned his donation and do not welcome the support of criminals or their family members."
Once Lydia and Will left, Burt started unbuttoning his shirt again.
"Well ain't that something? Why on earth would that guy donate to my campaign? I hope he doesn't think I can be bought off because I don't work that way."
Carol was quiet, still thinking. Anderson…Anderson…
Burt headed towards the kitchen to grab a beer. "I'm gonna go into the shop tomorrow morning to give Kurt's car a tune up. I think he's gonna come get it next week."
Carol looked up.
Kurt.
"Burt, what's the name of Kurt's boyfriend?"
"Um…Blaine. Yeah, Blaine."
"Blaine, what?"
"Uh, Blaine…" Burt looked at Carol.
"Anderson."
Friday afternoon at 3:30 pm, Blaine knocked on Telio's door.
No answer.
He knocked harder.
No answer.
Blaine sighed. He figured this would happen which was why he told Kurt he'd meet him and Doug out front at 4:00 pm. They were supposed to meet the girls at the coffee shop at 4:30 pm.
"Telio? Telio, open the door. I know you're in there."
No answer.
"Telio! Open the damn door!"
The door opened.
Blaine blinked. "Wow."
Telio scowled at him. "Oh, shut up." Telio turned and walked back into his room and looked at himself in the mirror. Blaine followed him in and shut the door.
"I'm serious. You look great."
Telio was wearing a dark red shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. The shirt was slightly snug, accentuating his amazing physique. The jeans fit perfectly, molding him just enough to leave nothing to the imagination, front and back. Blaine grinned at him.
"I gotta say that if you were gay, and not my brother, and I wasn't already madly in love with Kurt, I would totally wanna do you."
"Would you shut up?"
Blaine laughed. "Come on, let's go."
Telio shook his head. "I'm not going."
"Oh, yes you are. Kurt's been looking forward to this all week. It's all he's talked about. I'm not going to let you disappoint him. Besides, are you really gonna let me leave campus without you?"
"Just take your gun and go without me."
"Uh, no. Come on. You've been staring at this girl since last year. I may be gay, but I can totally appreciate the fact that she's beautiful. You better make a move before someone else does."
Telio sat down in his desk chair and stared at the floor. "What am I supposed to talk about?"
"Well, you could discuss your future role as second in command of one of the largest crime families in the US. That's pretty impressive."
"I'm serious, Blaine. I don't know how to talk to girls. I don't really know how to talk to anybody but you."
Blaine sat down on the bed and looked at Telio. He looked so nervous and…was it even possible? Scared? Blaine was sure he'd never seen fear on Telio's face. Ever.
"Look, I don't know a lot about talking to girls for obvious reasons, but I gotta believe it's just like talking to a guy you like. Encourage her to talk about herself. When I first met Kurt I spent an entire month just listening to him. That told me everything I needed to know to make sure I knew how to make him happy."
Telio shook his head. "If I wanna make her happy I should stay here and leave her alone. No offense, but I don't think men like us should have relationships. We're too dangerous."
Blaine stood up and smiled wickedly. "That's what makes us hot. Women like dangerous men, and so do gorgeous gay boys. Come on. You don't have to ask her to marry you at the end of the night. It's just coffee."
x-x-x-x
Kurt talked non-stop on the way to the Westerville Coffee House. Blaine kept glancing away from the road to smile at him. His excitement was adorable. Telio sat in the back with a slightly panicked expression on his face, while Doug was just as excited as Kurt. His phone conversations and sexts with Courtney had grown increasingly hot. He was hoping to commandeer the backseat for a makeout session.
Blaine found a parking spot on the street and they all spilled out of the car. Blaine immediately took Kurt's hand in his and was pleased when Kurt didn't flinch or pull away. His usual nervousness about hand holding in public was completely gone. He knew Blaine would protect him. Plus, someone would be crazy to mess with them with Telio around.
The girls were waiting for them inside. Courtney ran to Doug, throwing herself at him. Doug's arms swallowed her petite frame and they stood there hugging each other before dissolving into hungry kisses, oblivious to everyone else.
Telio stood frozen in place staring at Alicia. She was wearing a short, red and black plaid mini skirt with a red sweater, black tights and black high heeled boots. Her long black hair lay straight down her back. She was the perfect image of hot, sexy and innocent. She smiled shyly at Telio. Kurt looked at him and shook his head in her direction.
"Telio, go say hello."
Telio didn't move. Blaine pushed him towards her.
"Hi Alicia. I'm Blaine. This is my boyfriend, Kurt, and this is Telio."
Alicia nodded. "Hi."
Telio just stared at her. Shit. She's so fucking pretty. What the hell am I supposed to say to someone this pretty?
Kurt looked nervously at Telio. Why wasn't he saying anything? Blaine elbowed Telio in the side, but he still didn't speak. He just stared. Alicia cocked her head to the side and studied him for a moment before smiling and reaching for his hand.
"Would you like to get some coffee?"
"You're really beautiful." Shit! Shit! Shit! That was not the right thing to say!
Alicia's mouth fell open in surprise as her face lit up. "Thank you."
Kurt and Blaine watched Alicia lead Telio to the coffee counter.
Blaine shook his head. "Wow. He's dumbstruck."
Kurt nodded happily. "But can you blame him? She really is pretty, and she seems to like him."
Blaine sighed. "I hope so. He deserves someone. He's a good guy."
Doug came over looking hyper and anxious.
"Dude, can I get the keys to the car?"
Blaine smirked at him. "Leaving already? We just got here. Have you had some coffee, yet? I hear the hazelnut flavor is really good."
Doug looked like he might choke the keys out of Blaine. "You owe me, Anderson. Do you know how many times I've covered for him with the floor advisor? It's not fair that you guys get to fool around all the time. Stop cock-blocking and gimme the damn keys."
Blaine chuckled and pulled out the keys. "Just remember, we all gotta ride back to school in that car."
Doug snatched the keys from Blaine and hurried back over to Courtney. The two left quickly. Blaine laughed while Kurt made a face and shook his head.
"Eww, eww, eww. God, I hope they roll down the windows afterwards."
Blaine grinned. "Come on. I'll buy you a latte."
An hour later Kurt declared the afternoon a success. He and Blaine were sitting close together on one of the comfy couches in the corner watching Telio and Alicia. They were sitting at a table together, and apparently Telio took Blaine's advice because Alicia hadn't stopped talking since they sat down. Telio was staring at her, completely mesmerized.
Having taken care of their needs, Doug and Courtney were back looking happy and totally in love. Kurt had sent Doug back outside to crack all the windows, causing Courtney to turn five shades of red. Around 6:30 pm, Doug suggested they go have dinner. They walked down the street to a pizza shop and afterwards headed to Graeter's Ice Cream. Blaine watched Kurt lick his ice cream cone.
"I hope you didn't eat your ice cream cone like that when you were here with assdrew."
"I was never here with someone named assdrew."
"You know what I'm talking about."
"Actually, I don't. What's wrong with how I eat my ice cream?"
Blaine looked around to make sure the others weren't listening.
"You make me wanna shove my dick down your throat."
Kurt stopped licking and looked at Blaine with wide, surprised eyes. Then his expression turned sexy wicked. He leaned forward, stared straight into Blaine's eyes and proceeded to slowly slide the entire ice cream cone into his mouth. He pulled it out slowly and ran his tongue around and over his lips, licking away the ice cream. He then took several long swipes at the cone with his tongue, never taking his eyes off Blaine.
Blaine swallowed several times, trying to get a handle on the sexual tension spreading from his cock to the rest of his body.
"Stop it, Kurt."
Kurt's voice was sugary sweet. "I'm just eating my ice cream cone. It is soooo good. Do you wanna lick?"
Blaine dug his nails into his thigh. "When we get back…by the time I get done with you…you're gonna feel and taste my dick for days."
Kurt leaned forward and whispered. "I can hardly wait."
Finally it was time to say goodbye.
Courtney and Doug were kissing so passionately, Kurt was afraid Doug was going to demand the car keys again. Telio and Alicia were standing in front of each other, holding hands. Finally Telio was doing the talking, but Kurt wondered what he was saying because Alicia was looking increasingly distressed. He moved a little closer to eavesdrop.
"So, you don't like me?"
"No, no. I mean…yeah, I do. I really like you. You're beautiful and really interesting, but…I'm not…I really can't get involved with someone."
Alicia looked down at the ground. "You have a girlfriend back home?"
"No, no. Nothing like that. It's just…I have a lot of responsibilities, and…I can't…I'm sorry…I don't know how to explain it. It would just be better if we didn't start anything. I'm sorry."
"You don't even want to be friends?"
Yes, I want to be your friend. I want to be your best friend. I want to be your boyfriend. I want to kiss you so badly, but I can't pull you into my world. You're too sweet and beautiful. I can't do that to you. I just can't.
"I think it would be easier if we weren't friends."
Alicia released his hands and took a step back, her eyes clouded with hurt.
"Just say you don't like me. You don't have to make up excuses."
"But I do like you. That's why I can't…"
Alicia shook her head. "Forget it." She turned and headed towards the car to wait for Courtney.
Telio watched her walk away, his eyes filled with pain, a strange, breaking feeling in his chest. "Alicia…"
Kurt was frantic. "What are you doing?"
"Leave me alone, Kurt."
"But, why would you do that?
"I'm doing what Blaine should have done for you."
"What? What does that mean?"
Blaine had been listening and watching in silence. His eyes met Telio's for a moment. Telio looked back at Kurt.
"I just don't like her."
He went and got in the car. Kurt turned to Blaine.
"What is going on? Why would he do that? What is he talking about?"
Blaine didn't say anything.
x-x-x-x-x
The ride home was silent, but tense.
Kurt was angry and confused. Why did Telio ruin a perfectly wonderful evening? Why was he lying about liking Alicia? And what the hell was that crack about doing for Alicia what Blaine should have done for him?
Telio was angry and frustrated with everything and everyone. He was angry at Kurt for planning this stupid evening. He was furious at himself for believing for one second that he could actually have a relationship with a sweet and beautiful girl, but most of all he was angry with Blaine. Blaine had weaved a web of lies around Kurt, trapping him, and now that he was refusing to do the same thing to Alicia, he was the bad guy. It wasn't fair.
Doug was angry at Telio for upsetting Alicia, which in turn upset Courtney.
Four angry young men arrived at the Dalton school garage.
Once they exited the car, they exploded.
Doug started it.
"You know what, Telio? You're a douchebag."
"Back off, Grayson. I'm not in the mood."
"Of course you're not in the mood. You're not in the mood because you're a fucking douchebag. Do you know how many guys would kill for a girl like Alicia to be into them? And for some reason, she chooses your sorry sack ass, and then you go and treat her like shit! You're such an asshole!"
Telio clenched his fists, and breathed deeply. He had to keep his anger in check. If not, he would commit murder tonight.
"Fuck off, Grayson. Leave me alone."
Kurt jumped in.
"But he's right! How could you do that? How could you be so mean? What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong with me! I told you not to set this up, but you didn't listen! I knew this would happen!"
"I was just trying to help you!"
"I don't need your help! I'm fine!"
"No, you aren't! Your entire life revolves around Blaine. You need to build your own life, Telio. What are you going to do when Blaine and I are in New York? Are you gonna follow him around there too?"
Telio looked at Blaine. "Don't you think it's time to tell him the truth?"
Kurt turned to Blaine. "Truth? What truth?"
Telio watched Blaine morph into his father. His face turned expressionless. Completely unreadable. He said nothing.
Telio turned and left followed by Doug who kept looking back nervously at Kurt.
Kurt looked at Blaine.
"What if I couldn't go to New York with you? What would you do?"
"What if it wasn't for the construction firm?"
"We were just discussing my options last weekend. Working for my family is always an option."
No matter how long you live in denial, reality is always there. Lurking around the edges of your carefully crafted lie, just waiting to break through.
"What is he talking about?"
"Telio's just being Telio. There's nothing for you…"
"Stop! Why are you incapable of telling me the truth?"
"Kurt, you don't…"
Kurt lost it. He started screaming.
"Tell me the truth, Blaine! No more secrets, and weird conversations, and strange questions! Just tell me the fucking truth!"
"Look, just…"
"TELL ME THE TRUUUUTH!"
"I'm taking over from my father! It's all settled! I'm the future leader of the Anderson criminal empire! Your boyfriend's a criminal in training!"
Kurt took a step back.
Blaine ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. "I didn't tell you because it doesn't matter. Not right now. My dad is healthy. He's going to be around for a long time. I still plan to go to New York with you, so don't worry. It's gonna be okay."
Kurt shook his head. "How could you keep something like this from me? Why am I always the last to know? You only tell me when you get backed into a corner! How am I supposed to trust you when you refuse to be open and honest with me?"
"I just didn't want you to worry!"
They stood in silence.
Kurt didn't know what to think or do. It wasn't as if the news what a complete shock. Somewhere deep down he always knew they would end up here, despite Blaine's insistence that it would never happen. Mario Anderson was a dangerous and dominant force of a man. A man who always got what he wanted. Hadn't Anastasia said as much? The idea that Blaine was going to defy his father had been a nice plan, but nothing more.
What really hurt was the fact that Blaine hadn't said anything. How long had he known and when was he going to tell him?
And of course, there was the whole criminal thing.
Blaine Anderson. Money launderer, weapons smuggler…
Murderer?
"Kurt…" Blaine stepped forward.
Kurt stepped back. Tears rolling down his face.
"No. Just…just don't say anything else. Please. I can't do this."
A dark heat simmered inside Blaine. "What do you mean you can't do this? What are you talking about?"
Kurt shook his head. "I just need time. I need time to think."
Blaine nodded. "Okay. Let's go inside. We'll take a shower, and go to bed, and in the morning…"
Kurt shook his head. "No…no. I…I need some space. I'm gonna sleep in my room tonight."
Blaine's eyes darkened as he shook his head.
"No. You shouldn't be alone. You should be with me. We should be together."
"I'm going to my room."
"Kurt…"
Kurt started slowly backing away. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I just…I'm tired and I need to think. I just…goodnight."
"No."
"Blaine, please."
"No!"
Kurt turned and ran. Blaine ran after him.
"Kurt! Kurt, stop! Kurt!"
Kurt kept running, but instead of heading to his floor, he headed to Blaine's out of habit. When he realized his mistake, he turned around, but Blaine came running out of the stairwell. Kurt turned to run down the hall to the other set of stairs, but Blaine caught him and grabbed his arm just a few feet from his bedroom door. He pushed Kurt against the wall and pressed his body against his to hold him there. When Kurt tried to push him away, Blaine grabbed his hands and pressed them into the wall. He pressed himself harder into Kurt. His voice was desperate and slightly threatening.
"Stop running from me. You know I love you. Don't run from me."
"If you love me, why do you lie to me? You never tell me the truth!"
"I didn't lie to you! I just didn't want you to worry! Nothing's changed! I'm not going anywhere! This decision is about the future, not today!"
"And what about my future, Blaine? Doesn't this affect my future too?"
"Your future remains the same. You'll go to NYADA. You'll become a big star, and I'll be right there beside you. I promise."
Blaine had relaxed just enough that when Kurt pushed him away, he actually stumbled back. Kurt stepped away from him, but didn't run.
"How can you promise that? You promised that you would never work for your father, and now you're telling me you're going to be in charge one day! Stop lying to me!"
"I didn't lie to you!"
"Withholding the truth is lying!"
"I didn't withhold anything! This all just happened! I just didn't…" Blaine trailed off. Kurt nodded in satisfaction.
"You just didn't what, Blaine? Didn't bother to tell me?"
"I didn't want you to worry."
"Stop saying that! You don't get to choose what I worry about. You should have told me. The moment you found out, you should have told me."
Blaine leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes.
Fuck.
They stood in silence.
A few boys had opened their doors and wandered down the hall to see what all the yelling was about. They looked curiously at Kurt and Blaine before hurrying off to start the rumor mill. Apparently Dalton's premier gay couple was breaking up.
Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Kurt who was standing with his arms wrapped around himself, staring at the ground. The tears had stopped, but he looked like he was thinking hard.
What was he thinking about?
Was he thinking about breaking up?
I can't lose you. I can never lose you.
Blaine took a step towards him.
Kurt eyed him warily and inched back.
Blaine took another step.
Kurt inched back again and hit the wall.
Blaine stepped forward again, standing as close as possible without touching. He stared into Kurt's eyes with the usual intensity. He placed his hand firmly on the side of Kurt's neck.
"I'm never letting you go, so don't run from me. Don't ever, ever, run from me. You're mine, gorgeous. My gorgeous, beautiful, good boy. Aren't you, Kurt? Aren't you a good boy?"
The usual warm heat slid through Kurt, melting his anger as all of his deep, dark, hidden desires came rushing to the surface, unleashed by the tone of Blaine's voice.
"Tell me, Kurt. Say it." Blaine reached down and curled his fingers into the space between the bracelet and Kurt's wrist. Kurt suddenly felt dizzy and weak, as if he wanted to drop to his knees.
"Yes, I'm a good boy."
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, you are. My gorgeous, good boy. Always. Now come on."
Blaine pulled Kurt inside his room and quickly locked the door. He wasted no time stripping Kurt of his clothes while he whispered soft and reassuringly; kissing and caressing Kurt's body.
"I promise, Kurt…I swear I will always take care of you. Always. Andersons protect what we love, and we never, ever, stop. I could never let you go, Kurt. I love you too much. Don't you know I'm fucking addicted to you? You're my pusher, Kurt, and I'm your number one junkie."
Blaine licked Kurt's lips teasingly before pressing fervent, bruising kisses to his mouth. He slowly made his way down Kurt's neck leaving huge red marks that would force him to wear scarves for days. He moved to his shoulders, kissing and licking his way down Kurt's arms, sucking his fingers, making him giggle. He worked his way down his chest and stomach before dropping to his knees to kiss Kurt's thighs and knees, all the way down to the tops of his feet before running his tongue up his leg, stopping to lick Kurt's balls before swallowing his cock while reaching up to gently rub his nipples. Kurt almost fell from the hot surge of arousal caused by the dual stimulation. Blaine brought him to the edge before standing up to restart his tongue worship. He kissed and licked Kurt's back, dropping to his knees to kiss his ass cheeks and take deep, strong licks at his ass crack. Kurt suddenly turned around, reached down and grabbed Blaine's hair. He pulled his head back and pushed himself all the way down his throat.
"Make me come…now…please…now…"
Blaine stilled himself as Kurt thrust his hips back and forth, fucking Blaine's mouth until he poured down his throat. Blaine swallowed and licked Kurt clean before standing up to kiss him full and wet, making sure Kurt could taste the cum in his mouth. Kurt was breathing heavy, his nails digging into Blaine's skin. Blaine smiled and tangled his fingers tight in Kurt's hair, pulling him back slightly.
"Do you still wanna leave?"
Kurt shook his head. No. Definitely not.
Blaine grabbed a pillow from the bed.
"On your knees."
Kurt obediently lowered himself to the floor.
Blaine grabbed the handcuffs from his nightstand and pulled Kurt's hands behind his back, locking them. He took out the nipple clamps and dropped down in front of Kurt.
"You were a bad boy tonight, weren't you Kurt?"
Kurt stared at the clamps in Blaine's hand and slowly nodded.
"Bad boys get punished, don't they, Kurt?"
Kurt closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes."
Blaine slowly nodded. "Good. I'm glad you understand."
Blaine spent the next few minutes gently sucking and biting Kurt's nipples making him hiss and tremble before gently replacing his mouth with the clamps. Kurt whined and shuddered from the intense pleasure laced with pain. Blaine stood up and pressed his cock to Kurt's lips. He felt a strong sense of satisfaction as Kurt opened his mouth and accepted the cock before he could say a word.
Kurt's head bobbed up and down as he moaned from both the cock in his mouth and the sexual energy racing through him. Every inch of him was turned on, ready to be fucked senseless. He was hungry for the feel of Blaine's cock stretching, pressing and filling his ass. Blaine fucking him into submission was something Kurt was starting to ache for on a frighteningly regular basis.
Blaine pulled out of Kurt's mouth and then pushed himself back in, pulling Kurt close, choking him. He did this over and over again, listening to Kurt gag and whine. He finally pulled out completely and pulled Kurt to his feet. He kissed him softly for several minutes before stepping back.
"We've already agreed that bad boys get punished, right Kurt?"
Kurt slowly nodded.
"It is very, very, very important that you never run from me, Kurt. I can't have that. It's dangerous. I can't protect you if you're running from me. Good boys don't run, Kurt."
Kurt slowly nodded.
"I need to make sure you understand."
Kurt closed his eyes. Yes, please make me understand. Make me understand so hard.
Blaine stepped behind Kurt to remove the handcuffs, but then brought Kurt's hands to the front and put them back on. He gently cupped Kurt's cheek and looked into his eyes.
"Do you trust me?"
That was such a loaded question. Sexually? Yes. Outside the bedroom…
"Yes."
Blaine reached down and ran his hands over Kurt's ass, squeezing and caressing softly.
"I think you need a spanking, Kurt? Don't you agree?"
Kurt's eyes widened. Spanking? Wow. Shit.
Blaine kissed him softly. "Do you want a spanking for being a bad boy?"
Kurt very slowly nodded. Blaine smiled. "Good."
Kurt watched as Blaine removed everything from his desk and covered it with a blanket. He brought Kurt over and bent him down, careful to leave space between his body and the desk so his cock wouldn't get hurt. Kurt stretched his arms straight out in front of him and closed his eyes.
"You may not move until I tell you to. Do you understand?"
Kurt whispered, "Yes."
Several minutes passed and Kurt heard and felt nothing. He didn't dare move to see what was going on, not that he could move anyway. He was too paralyzed by arousal. The nipple clamps were driving him crazy, he was sure he'd never been so hard before in his life, and the anticipation was maddening. Suddenly there was a hard smack to his right ass cheek. He yelped in shock and squeezed his eyes shut.
"I will not run from Blaine. Say it, Kurt."
"I will not run from Blaine."
Another smack, this time to the left.
"I will…not run…from Blaine."
Another.
"I…will…not…run…from…" Kurt wailed as another smack came.
And another.
And another.
And another.
They were fast, hard and painful. Kurt couldn't speak anymore. He was drunk with erotic pain, pleasure, and submission. Then suddenly he was screaming as he came, cum shooting and dripping to the floor. His orgasm left him boneless and weak. He started to slide to the floor, but Blaine grabbed him and held him still.
Then he was fucking him.
Strong, firm strokes. Not too hard, just smooth and filling. Kurt's cock tried to rise to the occasion, but the previous orgasm had been too strong and draining. All he could do was take it. He'd never felt so physically overwhelmed in his life, and he wanted it to last forever, but then Blaine was coming, filling him, wet and warm. They stood still for several minutes until Blaine maneuvered him to the bed. Kurt was vaguely aware of something warm and pleasant smelling being rubbed on to his ass. He heard Blaine moving around, presumably cleaning up, and replacing things on his desk. Finally he felt Blaine's warm hands turn him to his side and remove the nipple clamps. Then Blaine was in bed, facing him.
Kurt's eyes were dazed, soft and submissive, staring at Blaine in a loving haze of desire and contentment. Blaine reached over and gently caressed Kurt's face. His eyes were dark and intense.
"Your place is with me, Kurt. You belong with me. I love you so much. Don't you love me, Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine. I love you."
Blaine smiled. "Good." He pulled Kurt to him. Kurt settled himself in Blaine's embrace, his hands still handcuffed, and closed his eyes.
But I'm not sure I trust you.
In the very early hours of the morning, for the very first time, Kurt successfully gathered up his clothes and quietly slipped out of Blaine's room. When he arrived in his own room, he was grateful to find Doug still asleep. He changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, grabbed his shower caddy, and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. It was the first time he'd showered in the communal bathroom in months. As the strong, hot spray relaxed his muscles and soothed his sore ass, he tried to sort out his thoughts.
Blaine the crime boss.
Kurt smiled. It almost seemed like a joke. The dapper boy running around in a Dalton uniform, or outfit coordinated bow tie, a crime boss? The boy who leapt on the furniture at least once every Warbler practice?
But there was also the Blaine who stared at him with an intensity so strong he couldn't look away. The Blaine with piercing, dominate, lustful eyes that made him want to sexually submit to anything he suggested.
The Blaine with a gun in his bathroom.
Yes, Blaine was probably very capable of being a crime boss.
Why isn't he capable of telling me the truth?
That was what was really plaguing Kurt. The fact that once again he had to learn the truth through hints dropped by Telio. It hurt that Blaine still didn't trust him to be able to handle the heavy stuff. Yes, he had arrived at Dalton bruised, and maybe even fragile, but that was no longer the case. He was strong and perfectly capable of handling the unique pressures of Blaine's world.
Wasn't he?
x-x-x-x
Blaine woke up and immediately panicked when he realized Kurt wasn't in bed with him.
"Kurt?" He climbed out of bed and looked in the bathroom. He looked around the floor. Kurt's clothes were gone. Blaine grabbed his cell phone.
"Hi Blaine."
"Where are you? Why did you leave?"
"I'm in my room."
"Come back up here."
"No. I told you last night that I needed some time to think."
Blaine closed his eyes. He didn't want Kurt thinking. At least not without him there to influence his thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm trying to figure out why you never tell me the truth."
Blaine groaned. "I told you. I didn't want you to worry. You don't need to think deep thoughts about this. Nothing's changed."
"And that's the problem. Things have to change. Whether you think I will worry, or not, you need to tell me the truth."
"Okay. I'm sorry. I promise. No more secrets."
"I mean it, Blaine. I can't be with someone who won't be honest with me."
"I understand. I promise, Kurt. If anything happens, I'll tell you." Eventually.
"Seriously, Blaine."
"I know. I get it. I mean it."
Kurt sighed. "Okay." There was a moment of silence before Kurt spoke again.
"What did Telio mean when he said he was doing for Alicia what you should have done for me?"
Blaine hesitated. Okay. Test number one of this whole truth and nothing but the truth thing.
"Telio feels that neither of us should have relationships."
"Why not?"
Tell him the truth.
"Being with us…anyone we're involved with is immediately at risk just by being associated with us."
"So…Telio plans to spend his life alone?"
"I guess."
"But that's awful!"
Blaine was glad to hear Kurt say that. "Some people would say it's for the best."
Kurt shook his head. "No. That's lonely and sad."
"I'm glad you feel that way."
Kurt's voice turned quiet as things became clear. "He doesn't want to put Alicia in danger."
"Exactly."
Kurt kept thinking. Blaine waited.
"But…you still pursued me."
"I couldn't have stayed away from you if I tried."
Kurt smiled.
Blaine's tone darkened as his mood turned serious. "I'll always protect you, Kurt. Always. I'll never let anything happen to you. I'd die before I let anything happen to you."
"Promise?"
"Promise.
Feeling reassured that things were good between them, Blaine decided to leave Kurt alone for the rest of the day. He went in search of Telio.
He found him in his habitat. The gym. He was hitting a punching bag so hard, Blaine was sure it was going to burst. He watched him for several minutes before walking into view.
"Hi."
"I was wondering how long you were going to stand there."
"I was wondering when the punching bag was going to scream."
Telio stopped hitting the bag and walked over to the bench. He took a long swig from his water bottle and looked Blaine up and down.
"You here to kick my ass about Kurt?"
"No. I'm here to kick your ass about Alicia."
Telio shook his head. "I don't wanna talk about it."
"Telio, come on…"
"Let it go, Blaine."
"No, I will not let it go. I understand your reasons, but…your decision is unsustainable."
Telio laughed and imitated his voice. "Your decision is unsustainable." You sound like, Wes."
"Fine. Your decision is stupid. You deserve someone special in your life. I have Kurt. There's no reason why you can't have someone too."
"Maybe I'm just not as selfish as you."
"I am selfish, but I've been honest with Kurt."
Telio snorted. "Honest? Did you seriously just claim that you've been honest with Kurt? Have you been getting high with Cooper?"
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine. I haven't always been immediately forthcoming, but Kurt knows the truth and he still loves me. He still wants to be with me."
"Of course he does. You let him fall in love with you before telling him anything. Now it's too late. He can't walk away."
Blaine couldn't argue with that. It was too late. Kurt belonged to him and he would never let him go.
"Okay then. Tell Alicia the truth from jump. Maybe she'll surprise you."
Telio shook his head. "You just don't get it, do you? It's not fair to pull people into our lives, Blaine. It's dangerous and selfish. Of course, that's the definition of an Anderson, so I shouldn't be surprised that you don't get it."
Blaine sighed. "Do you really wanna be alone forever like Luther?"
"What's wrong with Luther?"
"Nothing, but he's spent his entire life alone. Sure, he has women he sleeps with, but nothing lasting. Nothing special."
Telio grinned mischievously. "You really don't pay attention to shit, do you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Luther has a girlfriend."
"He does?" Blaine was bewildered.
"You really should stick around after the family dinner meetings. You'd be amazed by what you'd learn."
"Okay, so even more reason for you to talk to Alicia."
Telio starred at the floor. "She's too beautiful."
"You deserve the most beautiful girl in the world, Telio."
"She deserves better than me."
"She couldn't do better than a man like you." Blaine turned to leave. "Just think about it."
Cooper parked his car down the street and looked around before opening his door. He patted his pocket to make sure his gun was inside. It was something he did over 100 times a day. He quickly headed across the street to the upscale condo he'd bought a few years ago. The condo had a garage, but he'd stopped parking inside since the shooting. It was easy to plant a bomb on a car parked in a dark, empty garage. Much harder on a busy street in front of a 24-hour café.
Cooper didn't believe Dirk Mason would come after him. He wouldn't dare fuck with an Anderson, but it was smart to be careful and cautious.
Despite parking on the street, Cooper still cut through the garage versus using the front door. It just felt safer. He could walk through the garage with his gun out, ready to fire. Doing that through the condo lobby would probably be frowned upon.
He took out his key and put it in the lock before punching in his security code. Another reason why he liked this place. Great security. As he walked quickly through the garage, he glanced at his assigned parking space.
And froze.
He pointed his gun at the body lying in his space.
"Hey! Hey asshole!"
No response.
He moved closer, gun ready to fire. A low, strangled moan rose from the body.
Cooper stuck out his foot and rolled the body over.
And dropped to his knees.
"Skylar! Skylar! Shit! Shit! Shit!"
x-x-x-x
Luther hung up the phone with a frown.
This didn't make any sense. He headed downstairs.
Mario and Anastasia were in the kitchen making dinner. Jazz music was playing, and they were dancing around, kissing and touching each other in between chopping up vegetables and stirring pots. Luther always found these scenes of domestic bliss amusing. Watching them, one would think Mario was an average guy with a normal life. Not a cold-blooded killer who ruled a criminal empire and chained his wife to his bed every night.
Anastasia spotted him standing in the entranceway.
"Ah, Luther. Come taste the sauce. I think it needs more peppers, but Mario says no."
Mario shook his head. "She's trying to kill me."
Luther accepted the spoon Anastasia held out. "More peppers. Definitely needs more peppers."
"Ha!" Anastasia laughed and Mario melted. She was so beautiful and perfect in every way.
Luther gestured towards the hallway. "A moment." Mario nodded.
The two men headed to the library.
"What's up?"
"Guess who just turned up at Mount Carmel St. Ann's Hospital?"
"Who?"
"Skylar."
"What?"
"And guess who brought him in? Cooper."
Mario sat down at his desk, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
Fuck.
"I just got off the phone with Dr. Weinstein. He was on duty tonight and noticed Cooper sitting with Skylar in the emergency room. He called me immediately. Figured we'd wanna know."
Mario slowly shook his head. "This isn't good. Something's wrong. Very wrong."
"Is it possible Dirk decided to have mercy on his sorry ass?"
Mario scoffed. "Hell no. Dirk is all about balance in the universe. He believes in an eye for an eye. He gets off on revenge. Dirk makes very calculated moves. He's up to something. Get over to the hospital and see what kind of shape Skylar is in. Put some men on him, but tell them to tread lightly. Dirk could be setting us up. And tell Cooper to come home, and by home I mean here."
"What about Blaine?"
Mario sighed. He hated to burden his son with this, but he couldn't have him wandering around unaware. Not until he knew what game Dirk was playing.
"I'll call him and Telio and let them know what's going on."
Luther shifted. As usual he felt Mario was being blind when it came to his children.
"Do you really think it's a good idea for Cooper to be here?"
"He's still my son."
"I realize that, but…"
Mario's voice was cold. "Tell Cooper to come home."
Luther nodded. Okay. Fine. He'd keep an eye on Cooper.
"Don't you think Blaine should come home?"
Mario shook his head. "We've been through this, Luther. Blaine stays at school until he absolutely can't. I won't disrupt his life."
Luther took a deep breath. It was time to push his Don.
"I know you want him to finish school, but things are growing more and more dangerous every day. The Carpellis and the Hirschfields are not happy with your decision to reject their request to move into drugs. There's rumblings that they might break off. That's two large families potentially joining forces against us, plus this Dirk situation, and I'm sorry, but Cooper is a loose cannon right now. He shouldn't be here. You need to bring Blaine home, and…"
Mario held up his hand silencing Luther.
"The Carpellis and Hirschfields might break off, but they won't go against us. If they choose to go into drugs, fine. It will be a loss, but not a major one. I'd rather cultivate the growing families in Florida and the weapon side of business anyway. As for Cooper, keep your enemies close, and your family closer. Especially when family is your enemy. Here we can keep an eye on him, and keep him safe. As for Blaine, he has Telio. Telio will protect him. I trust Telio to take a bullet for my son if necessary."
"He's just a kid, Mario."
Mario laughed. "Telio is a hell of a lot more than a kid. He's a highly trained, expert assassin who can't wait to kill someone. He'll protect Blaine."
Luther sighed. "Fine. You're the boss."
Mario nodded. "Yes, I am."
For now.
Sunday afternoon, after eliciting a hundred promises from Blaine not to leave campus, Telio drove into town to the Den Book Store. He didn't really need anything. He just wanted to get away from school.
And his thoughts about Alicia.
He'd physically exhausted himself in the gym in an effort to forget about her. The way she smiled. Her hair. Her laugh. The way she took his hand and led him to the coffee counter. Her amazing knowledge of international affairs. Her hope to work for the United Nations one day. Her legs. Damn her legs. What would it feel like to have her legs wrapped around…
Shit.
Telio roamed up and down the aisles, finally landing in the horror section. Nothing sexy about horror. Perfect distraction. He was flipping through titles when a conversation caught his attention.
"So, do you go to that fancy girl's school on the hill? You look like one of those girls."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Nah, nah. It's cool. It's just, those girls are usually pretty stuck up. Don't wanna go out with town guys like me."
Silence.
"Okay…well, I better get going."
"Hold up, hold up. What's your name?"
"Um, Kathy."
"Nice to meet you, Kathy. I'm Mike."
"Okay. Well, nice to meet you, but I gotta go."
"Wait a second. What's your rush?"
Telio peered around the corner. Kathy looked vaguely familiar from the Dalton/Crawford dances. She was clutching a few books to her chest and looked very uncomfortable. The Mike guy was standing way too close.
"I really need to go." Kathy moved to the side, but Mike blocked her.
"Just hold up a minute. Can I get your number?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Aww, come on."
"No. I'm not interested."
"Now why you gotta be like that? All you Crawford girls are always like that. Never wanna give a guy a chance."
"Move out of her way."
Mike looked up and Kathy turned around as Telio stepped into the aisle. Kathy stared at him with wide, surprised eyes. She recognized him from the Dalton/Crawford dances. He was the mysterious, gorgeous guy who always sulked in the corner the entire time, and, oh my God he's more gorgeous up close than far away.
Telio looked at her. "Are you ready to leave?"
Kathy nodded. Telio came down the aisle, and Mike moved back against a shelf. Telio stopped in front of him. "Stop harassing girls, asshole. Your game sucks." Mike thought about responding, but Telio's size was intimidating. Not worth it.
Telio waited until Kathy paid for her books and walked her outside.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"No problem."
Telio turned to leave.
"Wait! Can I buy you coffee or something as a thank you?"
Telio shook his head. "No, thanks. Not necessary. " He looked around. "Do you have a car?"
"No. I took the bus."
"Do you want a ride back to Crawford?"
Kathy hesitated. Taking rides from strange boys was not a good idea. No matter how gorgeous, and sexy, and chivalrous they were. But after Mike the bookstore rat, standing at the bus stop alone didn't feel very good either.
"Um….I don't know."
Telio nodded in understanding.
"Sorry. That probably sounded just as creepy as that guy."
"Oh, no. No, not at all, but…would you maybe stand with me at the bus stop?"
"Sure."
As they stood at the bus stop, Telio started thinking.
"Do you know Alicia?"
"Alicia Wilder? Sure. She lives on my floor. Like, two doors down from me."
The bus rolled up to the stop.
It was a split second decision.
"Well, thanks I really appreciate…hey!"
Telio jumped on the bus.
"I know how you can thank me."
x-x-x-x-x-
Telio stood nervously under a tree across from the main entrance of Crawford Country Day. He started to leave twice, actually walking down the road once.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you here? Don't do this. Screw Blaine. He doesn't know what he's talking about. Someone has to act like an adult. This is stupid, and dangerous, and selfish and…
Beautiful.
Alicia was walking towards him. She was wearing Crawford sweat pants and a Crawford hoodie. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She stopped and looked at him in confusion.
"I was sure Kathy was playing a joke on me. What are you doing here?"
Telio just stared at her.
"Seriously? Go home, Telio." She turned to leave, but he reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Wait! I…I'm sorry. I'm not good at this."
"What do you want?"
"Um…friendship…maybe…I guess…"
Alicia narrowed her eyes. "I thought you said you didn't want to be friends, or couldn't be friends, or whatever."
"I know, but…I can't stop thinking about you."
A small smile played on her lips. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
Alicia studied him for a moment before slowly reaching out to take his hand. Her touch created a feeling inside him he'd never felt before. She led him over to a bench to sit down.
"At the coffee shop, I did all the talking, so now it's your turn. Tell me about yourself."
And he did.
Blaine lay relaxed and content on his bed, half watching "Twilight" with Kurt. They were snuggled close, Blaine's head resting on Kurt's chest, a leg thrown over his. He absently ran his fingers along Kurt's stomach, marveling at how soft and smooth his skin felt. As the movie ended, Kurt reached for the remote and turned off the TV.
"I don't care what anyone says, I enjoyed those books, and I like the movies. The movies weren't great, but I still like them."
Blaine hummed. "I like them too. I relate to Edward."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I bet you do."
"All he wanted to do was protect his girlfriend. I wish I was a vampire. It'd be cool to move that fast."
Kurt shook his head. "No, I'd rather you be a wolf. Warm and soft."
Blaine growled and rolled over on top of Kurt. He latched his mouth on to Kurt's neck and bit softly. Kurt closed his eyes and moaned. Blaine whispered to him.
"If we were wolves, I would be your alpha and you would be my beta."
Kurt shook his head. "No. I'd be an alpha too."
"Okay. You can be an alpha, but I still get to be boss."
"As in crime boss?"
Blaine stopped and sat up. He looked into Kurt's eyes and was surprised to find them a very intense, deep, dark, blue. He placed his hand on Kurt's neck, right below his chin and squeezed. Kurt's gasp was slightly strangled. His cock hardened and his legs spread slightly. Blaine tightened his hold and stared into Kurt's eyes, his voice quiet, but dominant.
"Yes. As in crime boss."
He loosed his grip but did not remove his hand. Kurt reached up and placed his hand on top of Blaine's, his eyes never leaving his.
"Okay."
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