Seasons of Love
Summary: When Klaine splits up and Kurt returns home, hurting and trying to piece himself back together, what will become of the New Directions family? Puckurt, Purt, AU. Noncon. Slash. Femslash. Het. T for violence and sexual themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, if I did my name would be Ryan Murphy or I would own Fox Studios. As my name is not Ryan Murphy and I'm a paraprofessional/Teacher's Aide, I do not work at Fox.
Update: For anyone who read this story, pre-rewrite, it is no longer MPREG. It's just going to be a ND story with some good ol' Puckurt/Purt love:)
HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!
Chapter 2: Let Go
"So, let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown
So, let go
Just get in
Oh, it's so amazing here
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown…"
Let Go, Frou Frou
Blaine Anderson woke feeling like hell. His head was pounding. His skin felt sticky and gross and generally out of sorts. His left eye hurt like a mother. He sat up, very groggily, glancing around—Wes and David's room.
What on Earth?
Last thing he remembered was sipping Wine Coolers with Kurt as they alternated between making out and studying for a Chemistry exam, which, in theory, probably wasn't a good idea since he couldn't remember shit about Chemistry. But then again, he didn't remember how he got here either.
Wine Coolers definitely do not have this kind of effect on him. In fact, they hardly have any effect on him at all. So why does he feel like Katy Perry's 'Last Friday Night, TGIF' song?
He's not left wondering long as the door opens and in steps an extremely rumpled, tired Wes, who, for the record, sends Blaine such a glare he knows he must have done something.
"Wes?"
"You don't remember, do you?"
Blaine's endearingly triangular eyebrows contract, confusion all over his face and worry as he shakes his head.
"You didn't last time either," Wes says coolly, glaring.
His eyes widen as cool tendrils of fear snake from his stomach outward, reaching to the tips of his fingers. "No, no, I didn't…"
"Yeah, why don't you go ask Kurt that," the tall, Asian boy hisses. "Because he's still awake from his last nightmare about it!"
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Blaine whimpers, rocking back and forth and
Wes can't help but feel a little bad for him. He never remembers. Not like 'he didn't mean to do it at all remembers', but the kind of not remembering when your brain is trying to protect you from something you might not have done had your first boyfriend not fucked you up so royally. Kurt thinks Blaine's there because of hardcore bullies like those he faced at McKinley. Kurt doesn't know that Blaine's father switched him into Dalton after an attempted rape on his second boyfriend that resulted in a $20,000 payout and a piece of paper in his dad's safe, swearing that it was consensual and the boy just had a panic attack.
"Is he okay?" Blaine asks, voice small and scared.
Wes sighs, falling onto his bed, "He's fucked up, Blaine. You choked him."
Blaine's eyes shutter, the only noise in the room their breathing (Wes's soft and calm even though he's fighting the urge to beat some sense into his best friend {or beat the craziness out of him}, Blaine's quick, panicked, and near sob as far as Wes could hear).
After a long, stifling silence, Wes quietly says, "He's not okay, Blaine."
The Harry Potter obsessed boy stills, hands trembling.
"You should probably call your dad," he suggests, standing and leaving Blaine to sob to himself.
Kurt Hummel had never considered himself a victim—not when Karofsky was at his worst or when his mom died. He wasn't a victim. He was strong, even if he didn't physically look it. He was a Hummel. He didn't do victim. He was merely had unfortunate circumstances on occasion. It didn't define who he was.
Until now.
He winced, pain shooting from his rear up his back as he shifted. It had been a long, hard, sleepless night, despite the comfort and care by David and Wes. He was plagued by Blaine's eyes: burning with lust, anger, and possessiveness as he took Kurt's virginity. He was plagued with pain from the slightest movement.
Feeling as if he were being watched (which was something he really didn't want right now as he was already thisclose from having a mental breakdown and a panic attack), he glanced over at David, who's dark eyes were staring at him in a mixture of pity (which left a bad taste in Kurt's mouth), fondness (which helped to ease it), and concern.
"May I help you, David?" Kurt snapped, mustering up the most biting tone he was capable of (which was quite acidic, mind you. He wasn't the MQBIC for nothing).
David's lips twitched, "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, perfect," he drawled sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "You know, despite the fact that my boyfriend…that my…"
He looked away, jaw clenching as he wrapped his arms closer to himself. Nausea welled in his throat as he thought about last night. He knew it shouldn't matter, but he wanted to know why. He wanted to know what exactly had 'messed' Blaine up so bad that he would even consider doing that to another person.
"Hey," David called softly. "Let's get some breakfast, okay?"
Kurt grumbled, falling against the bed and burying his face in the pillow, "Not hungry."
"Kurt, you gotta eat sometime, bud."
"I don't really want to right now, David," he snapped. Kurt sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm not…I'm not upset with you, it's just—this sucks."
David nodded, sitting on the bed next to Kurt, "Yeah. It really does."
They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own different, yet oddly similar thoughts until Kurt's voice broke the stillness.
"How can you be so calm about this?"
He furrowed his brow, "What do you mean?"
"Your best friend just," he sucked in a deep breath, shaking his head, "he just…you and Wes, you took it so, so calmly, how?"
"This isn't the first time this has happened, Kurt," David confessed, picking at his cuticles.
"What?" Kurt breathed, feeling seriously nauseated now. He hopped off the bed, only barely making it to the toilet before violently emptying the contents of his stomach. A warm, soothing hand descended on his back, causing him to startle and smack his chin on the cool porcelain. "Ow! God Damnit!"
"Sorry," came David's sheepish voice.
"David, could you not right now? I really don't feel much like being touched."
A sad sigh and the hands left his back, "Understood."
Kurt leaned back against the outer shower wall (as it was immediately adjacent to the toilet, like a hotel bathroom, only smaller), closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall. Once more silence descended upon the pair, this time lasting nearly fifteen minutes.
"So what are you going to do?"
Kurt opened a bloodshot, blue-green eye, arching his finely plucked eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
"About Blaine—what he did."
He sighed deeply, eyes falling shut and skin paling a few shades, "Nothing. I'm going to go home."
"For how long?"
"For as long as I can," replied Kurt, eyes opening to lock with David's. "Somehow I think I would rather take the bullies—even they have never… I need to leave. This place, Dalton will never be the same for me, David. It was meant to be my safe haven and…surely you understand?"
David smiled sadly, tentatively sitting next to his small friend, "I understand. Doesn't mean I have to like it though, does it?"
Kurt tiredly leaned against David, feeling emotionally and physically drained. Why couldn't his life ever be simple?
"Not again, Blaine?" groaned the tall, raven-haired man, lounging against the leather computer chair in his son's dorm.
Blaine, red-eyed and small looking, curled in on himself once more, "I'm sorry, daddy."
Blake Gideon Anderson, Senator of Illinois, loved his son. He had always loved his son—more than anything. In the end, it had been what had ended his wife's and his relationship, the fact that Blaine came before anything else (even work) in Blake's life. When he found out his son was gay, he had been supportive, adding Gay Marriage Legalization to his register of issues to work on and researched what he needed to keep his son safe, happy, and sane.
He'd met Blaine's first boyfriend—a jock from the Public school Blaine attended. He hadn't liked the little creep, but the way that Blaine looked at him, like he lit up his world, well, it had convinced him not to have the kid taken out (because even though he was a clean politician for the most part, he still knew people). Then, when Blaine came home in tears, jeans stained and heartbroken, Blake had nearly made that call. But Blaine rebounded. He'd gone back to his original self—but at Dalton instead of Jefferson High.
Hearing that his son had raped the Holloway kid had been…unpleasant, to say the least. It had turned his stomach unpleasantly. But it didn't make him love him any less. It just told him that Blaine wasn't quite as together as he had originally thought. Nothing that a little money and therapy wouldn't fix.
He honestly never thought he'd have to deal with it again.
Then Blaine called, sobbing and Blake had caught the first flight to Columbus, making it to Westerville in record time.
He heaved a deep sigh, walking over to sit near his son and pull the short (he got his height from his mother) boy against his side. "I still love you kid, you know that?"
Blaine nodded.
"I'm disappointed in what you did, but we're going to get you help, okay? We're going to make sure this never happens again."
Bloodshot hazel eyes met his own as the young man croaked, "But Kurt…"
"I'll handle it, son. Don't worry," soothed Blake. "You said the kid doesn't come from a wealthy household?"
"No, but—"
"And his family has been having financial issues?"
"Yes, but—"
Blake smiled, "Then we're golden. No way he'll turn down $40 grand."
He was instantly confused as Blaine's face screwed up and another heaving sob escaped him, "But, I-I love him."
Blake's shoulders fell. He hadn't expected that. Carding his fingers through his son's wild, untamable hair, he whispered, "Bud, there are some things even I can't fix."
Blake straightened his suit, stepping out into the hall and leaving his sleeping, calmer son behind. He already had the check on hand. It would clear easily. Turning the corner of the corridor, he came face to face with Blaine's friend.
"Wesley," he greeted, grinning.
Wes smiled, smaller and more forced, "Senator Anderson, how are you, sir?"
"Well, and yourself? You look as if you've gotten taller!"
The Asian boy nodded, "An inch or so, sir."
Blake faltered as the conversation came to an abrupt and awkward halt, before deciding that time was of the essence and he really needed to be getting back to Illinois. "Wesley, show me to Mr. Hummel's room, won't you?"
Wes's eyes hardened, but he nodded, leading the Senator down to flights of stairs, through a corridor, and around the corner. The dorms were smaller, meant for Sophomores, not Juniors, but Kurt was a transfer and he was fortunate enough to have a single.
Wes knocked, succinct, but not too loud and the Senator marveled at his self control. He could read body language well enough to know that Wes was conflicted and furious. The door opened to reveal Blaine's other friend, Blake realized, David Weatherly, son of a successful entrepreneur.
"David," he greeted, politely. "Is Mr. Hummel awake?"
The dark-skinned teen nodded mutely, stepping aside as Blake and Wes entered. Blake had been expecting many things out of Kurt Hummel (his son had been blathering on about him for weeks, after all), but this small, pale boy taking measured, pain-filled steps as he packed away his belongings surprised him.
He had been expecting someone like Ross. Someone Blaine's size with a muscled physique and average looks—like Blaine's first boyfriend, but smaller.
Kurt Hummel was quite the opposite; stunning ivory skin, high cheekbones and full cheeks, a rounded, straight nose, vivid blue-green eyes, and a slender, lithe physique made him quite the opposite of Blaine's regular type.
The full, bruised lips and terror that was flashing through his glasz orbs didn't deter from Kurt's lovely visage. Blake imagined that Kurt and his son had made a very attractive couple before this happened.
"You must be Kurt," said Blake, flashing a cautious smile. He knew to keep his distance. Unfortunately this wasn't his first rodeo.
He nodded with an audible gulp, taking half a step back, most likely due to the resemblance between himself and his son.
"My name is Blake Anderson, Senator Anderson of Illinois," he smiled disarmingly, though it faltered when he realized what his next words were and that smiling probably wasn't the best option. "I've been informed of what happened, Kurt."
"Oh?" Kurt squeaked, voice tight as the arms that wrapped around his body protectively.
Blake nodded, taking a seat, "Kurt, you must understand, Blaine's damaged. He's been hurt before, just like you and he dealt with it by convincing himself that that was what sex was."
A spark lit in Kurt's eyes, chin raising defiantly, "Senator Anderson, if you came to make excuses for your son, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I don't care if this was how Blaine decided to deal with whatever may have happened to him. I care that your son has done this to others and it's seemingly gone unnoticed."
The Senator's heart leapt at the Hummel boy's words, clearing his throat, he asked, "Are you planning on going to the police, son?"
Kurt's chin wobbled, "No."
"Why not, Kurt?" David questioned, almost sounding as if he wanted Kurt to. Blake would need to ask him about that later.
"Because it would kill my father if he knew," breathed Kurt, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't do that to him—or to Carole or Finn. Our family is so new and…and…"
David wrapped a strong arm around his younger friend, ignoring the flinch it elicited from Kurt.
"Well, to guarantee your silence," Blake interjected, breaking the silence and pulling a document typed up by his attorneys earlier, "I was hoping that you would sign this."
Kurt glared wetly at him, lips pressed tightly together, "What is it?"
"Just a little contract that states that all sexual acts between you and my son were completely consensual."
The slender countertenor's chest heaved, face paling, but gaining an angry flush to his cheeks all at once, "What? Consensual? You want me to…it wasn't!"
The tall Warbler kept his supportive hold on Kurt, sending a sharp glare at his best friend's father and pulling Kurt against his chest, cooing soft reassurances until the boy calmed down enough, looking completely drained as he fell onto the bed, shaking his head.
"It wasn't consensual, Senator."
"I know," he quietly admitted. "But I need you to say it was."
Kurt shook his head, tears slipping from closed eyes. It felt like all he ever did was cry anymore.
"In exchange for forty thousand dollars."
His eyes shot open, an incredulous expression flashing across his face, "What?"
"Your silence in exchange for forty thousand dollars—enough to pay off those pesky medical insurance deductibles and keep the Hudson-Hummel family happy; your dad and stepmom can even go on that little vacation," stated Blake, grinning and showing Kurt the check.
"You're paying me off?" whispered Kurt angrily.
Blake's brows furrowed as he nodded.
"I am not some whore, Senator Anderson," the countertenor hissed. "I am not an object and I am certainly not…"
Blake chuckled, earning glares from the three boys, "No, no, not like that. Think of it as…an apology. The deepest condolences from the Anderson family for the behavior of my son."
Kurt narrowed his eyes, blue-green eyes burning with rage, but tore out of David's hold and scratched out his signature, throwing the pen at Blake and snatching the check.
The Senator grinned, "There, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Get. Out," Kurt ordered, voice trembling with what Blake guessed were either tears or rage.
"Of course," he nodded, making his way over to the door. "Kurt, boys, goodbye."
When the door closed, Wes quietly muttered, "Bastard."
Kurt snorted in agreement before picking up a Swavorski book end and hurling it against the wall, causing a crack. He stared at the object for a few silent moments before letting out an odd, hysterical giggle causing Wes and David to exchange a concerned glance.
He didn't say anything, but a small smile turned at his lips. He wasn't okay. He was hurting—physically and mentally. But he wasn't broken. He was just a little cracked.
AN: Ya-like ya-like? Sorry, I was watching Will and Grace as I wrote this. I love Jack:) Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Seasons of Love. I really enjoyed writing it. I mean, I totally slacked at work, but whatevs:D
...is it just me or did I make Blaine's dad seem like a total creeper...?
kyubifreak : While I believe that rape should always be reported no matter the circumstances, it doesn't really work into what I'm writing, however, I hope that the consequences Blaine will reap won't disappoint you:D Thank you for reviewing!
Kamiroku: Well, I hope you're still intrigued! I changed it from MPREG as I couldn't feasibly work it into the story and my anatomical idea made me sound batshit crazy and not at all like the sensible person I'd like to believe I am:D Thank you for reviewing!
Yuna-chan S2: I am so very glad that you're enjoying this fic:D You're review had me smiling for like ten minutes straight—I'm certain I creeped my roomie out. I like the darker side of Blaine, too, I just have a feeling that there's something off about him. I mean, I adore the character (how could you not?), but he seems to perfect to be real, ya know? Anyway, THANK YOU!
One Fine Wire: As do I. I hope Blaine's story line carries into his past. I'm not buying the Prince Charming front:) I'm so glad, even though it isn't anymore, that you looked past the MPREG warning and read the story anyway!
You won't be disappointed in New Directions, trust me! They'll rally for him!
I'm from Utah, actually, the only state more conservative than Texas (sorry, Texas, but you have a bad rep from not allowing RENT to show, for reals?). Thank you so much:) I hope that someday, too, my sexuality won't be the key judging point when people first meet me. Thank you for your kind words and review:)
Alice, my anonymous reviewer who is appreciated greatly: Thank you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as well!
RoseRedMisery: I love them, too:) I wish they were friendlier to Kurt in the show…Thanks for your review!
TheFutureMrKarofsky: That's what I was going for! Thank you for the praise and your review! I hope you enjoy this chapter:D By the way, you have some awesome favorite stories! They've had me hooked all night.
Kellylouisepotter: Yay! I love that you used riveting! It made my night! There will be many more Wes/David moments:) They don't stop appearing when Kurt leaves, I promise!
VirginiaGiver: Thank you:) I hope you aren't disappointed!
