A.N. Well I give a warm thanks to readers and reviews for part one of the ficlet series. It is incredible getting a response to something new so fast! Happy to know it's being enjoyed – that's why I upload it. This update is something new I'm trying out. I consider this 'short and not-so-sweet' told mainly through letter-form. Sometimes a hand-written letter can make all the difference, and I think Blaine new that when he could not stand to be apart from Kurt any longer.
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DarkGreenForest4: Thank you! Glad you liked the opening. Indulgence should be the next update and I won't be changing anything major. I might have to edit out some parts that are too 'detailed' but honestly I might get lazy and risk uploading it as it is. I've read worse dark!Klaine so I'd hope that putting it as chapter 3 means that people who don't like it will be kind enough to just let it be instead of complaining. Did you like Indulgence? I hope so – I wrote it when I felt very...dark.
MrsMusicAddict: I don't know if I'm overreacting when I say the 3rd part is bad because Funny Games I and II certainly brought out a darker side of me so maybe it's not too shocking. Essentially, Indulgence is a scene with kidnapper!Blaine and tiedup!Kurt. Lots of physical stuff but also mental torture in a way. I have it on a site that has really relaxed content rules so uploading it here makes me nervous in case someone complains about it being too dark. But...as I said, Funny Games was bad! :P Yeah, Blaine was an angel in the first part and this chapter is probably a little boring but I promise evil Blaine will come back! I swear a cyber-blood oath to you!
Come Home
(( Dark!Blaine level: Hinted dom/violence (post-abusive Blaine) ))
Hands trembled as fingers smoothed over the folded up papers. The envelope was already in the trash. Eyes darted over the paragraphs blindly taking in random words and odd phrases but finally they returned to the top. Dear Kurt. The heartbeat grew faster, sweatdrops began to form. He knew who this was from – it didn't take a genius. With no other option, he began reading.
Dear Kurt,
Come home. Baby, you know I'm dying without you. I lie alone in the dark wishing you were with me. I miss stroking your hair and kissing your neck. I miss the taste of your soft lips and the sounds you make when you want me to hold you. I just want you back. Please, stop this whole thing now. I understand you got scared, Kurt, really I do but this has gone on far too long. I know you get what I mean, I can tell you miss me too. You wouldn't have started reading this if you didn't.
I know what's holding you back and it is not me. It's him. You let that new boyfriend of yours fill your head of talks of abuse and neglect and that makes me very disappointed in you. You once said that you didn't want to tell your friends the truth because they wouldn't understand. You said that the love you and I share is unique and unbound by conventional ideals typically associated with relationships, and you were right. We were taught that we would grow up and meet someone special and that person would be cherished in our hearts, but what they didn't tell us was the different forms love could take. When everyone else holds matchsticks we burn forests. When others have sparklers, we have fireworks. If they could even remotely comprehend how insignificant and pathetic their own feelings are in comparison to ours they would be tearing us apart out of jealousy. However they just don't get it, so they keep us apart with some false sense of heroism. And you've let him worm his way into your head, messing with it and making promises you really don't want him to make. You could never want him the way he wants you and you know the only reason you stay is out of some sense of guilt because he happened to be there on the one occasion I couldn't be.
Did I ever hurt you, Kurt? And I don't mean the occasional cut and bruise which heal in a matter of days. Did I ever actually hurt you? If I did, would you have come back to me the way you did? Of course you wouldn't have; you are no fool, Kurt Hummel, and you recognized your place was with me. At my side. In my bed. Under my body. You were meant for me, and I you. Everything about me is solely for you and only you can make me work. I went too far that night, I admit that now. I always prided myself in knowing your limits and I stupidly ignored them when you said those things. But please understand my actions, though inexcusable and cruel, were due to the continuous provoking of you and him. Yes, he said similar things to me prior to that night which is why I know you let your head be filled with his lies. It was all a mistake. I would never intentionally cause you pain because you are part of me. You are my everything. You have no idea how much suffering I have to endure every second you continue to be with him but I know that you will finally see the truth and return. That is why this letter is meant, not to convince you, but to calm your beating heart with a sense of loving relief knowing when the time comes I will be waiting and ready to take you in my arms again, no questions asked.
I know how it must feel to be with him; sickening. Don't pretend it isn't true, Kurt, but also do not misunderstand what I mean. Yes, you went to him because he cared and because he shows you compassion and something very close to love (but not real love). He thought about you and looked out for you. If it weren't for his stealing you away I might have actually admired him for his nature and thoughts despite it not being his place do have such feelings. He is handsome but blank; like a grand canvas lacking any source of personality to fit yours. He is kind and gentle, but you crave a strong hand. Don't be ashamed enough to deny it; I could tell the moment I first laid eyes on you with your eyes on me. Your big blue eyes, so full of innocence and purity, begged me to take hold of you. I don't think I ever fully explained this to you, Kurt, but since that moment I knew there would be no one else in my life who could take your place. At that time I didn't even know your name but I knew you belonged to me. I kept my composure but my heart was crying in joy to have found you. When I touch you, your skin burns and sets you on fire. When he touches you, you feel empty and cold. When he says your name it sounds so monotone but when I say it you shiver. I know you do, because I've felt it. And when he stands in front of you holding your hands your world is drained of colour and one-dimensional. How can you stand to live in such a world? Don't you miss our world? It's still here, Kurt, and it's waiting for you. I'm waiting for you.
But that's the thing, Kurt. I'm patient. I am so very, very patient. I will wait because I know you and I know what you want and what you need. Sooner or later you are going to realize that as much as you may want and as hard as others may try, you cannot be alive without me. Call it a shared notion; I know you are in pain because I feel it too. So come home, baby. Let me cradle your confused head til it's clear, and let me take you to bed to rekindle the passion others have striven to stamp out. I'm not going to chase you anymore; it is time for you to come to me. Come home and let's put this all behind us. I will take care of you and I promise that I will not be angry. I cannot stay mad at you, especially when I miss you so much. I'm waiting, Kurt, and I will continue to wait. Because I am patient. I love you.
Come home, Kurt. Now.
And he did. He must have. Adam found himself with no more pages to read, though it wasn't likely he could have stomached any more even if there were. The letter had been abandoned on the dresser at some point whilst he was out, and it had been the only thing out of place when he returned home. Well, that was until he realised Kurt was gone.
His coat. His wallet. His bags... What little Kurt brought with him when he fled to Adam's apartment all those weeks ago was gone. All he left behind was empty space and this letter. This damn letter. Adam couldn't be sure how it got into his precious Kurt's hands, but it did and it had succeeded in its job. Come home. Now. Adam ran for the door and raced down to the streets outside with the slim hope of perhaps catching up or hailing a cab and race ahead to stop Kurt from going inside that bastard's home. But in his heart he knew he was already too late. Kurt had gone home, and once he got there the claws would sink in and they would not come out again. Home sweet home, Adam thought bitterly with tears stinging his eyes, home sweet-fucking-home.
A.N. Thank you for reading this shorty-fic, the next update (Indulgence) will be longer and hopefully ready to be added within the next few days. Please subscribe to get e mail alerts and drop a comment or two before you go!
