TRIGGER/WARNINGS(overall): Rape/non-con, abduction, physical and emotional abuse.
TRIGGER/WARNINGS (THIS CHAPTER): none
A/N: Thanks go to lillybean queen of the i ocean, Holly-Anne Rivers, thegirlformerlyknownasB and Doni for reviewing the previous chapter.
Chains Made of Love
Part 7
Kurt can do nothing until the child is born. He fears to even leave his chambers for fear of someone discovering his secret and telling Blaine, and not even the loosest clothes he owns can cover the change in his body. No one asks why he has decided to lock himself away, but a maid comes three times a day to clean and bring him food.
He hides from her, watching her from adjoining rooms while she does her job. His first instinct is that she is one of his people with her pale skin and delicate features, but her voice is human and there is a weariness in her eyes and in the tightening of her mouth that speak of a life spent among mortals. She sings while she cleans her voice high and clear. It is the most beautiful a human has ever sounded.
His voice is rough from neglect as he joins her. She startles but when he doesn't stop, she joined in again. They do that for days, singing on opposite sides of doors. There is a give and take in their singing, an exposure of their souls and an exchange of trust.
The child will need someone to keep it safe, and Kurt has few options. On the fourth day of the third week, he is sitting in the entrance room as she walks in. He has his knees drawn up, protecting his stomach. Grey-green eyes watch the human as she stands in the door way. Slowly, he uncurls his body. He watches the shock register on her face before it's replaced with that mask she has worn since he's known her.
"My grandmother told me stories," She whispers, voice cracking in a way that is all human. His eyes follow her as she walks towards him. She moves like someone who used to be proud, but is now too tired to care. He wants to pity her, but he does not let himself. "Does the prince know?"
"No," Kurt's voice is sharp and the girl recoils. He forces his expression to soften. One of his hands settle on his stomach and he cocks his head at her to indicate she can come closer. Her steps are more hesitant now and he regrets his outburst. He doesn't know how to interact with humans.
"I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone." He does not trust her, no matter how gentle her tone. She is a human, and the only thing Kurt knows is that humans are evil.
"Who are you?" He asks. She sits down in a chair beside him but makes no move to touch him.
"Quinn Fabray." Her name is pretty and he lets it wash over him in waves. Beauty is so rare in this human prison, and he will savor every ounce of it he can. She fidgets and he forces himself to come back to the present.
"I need your help, Quinn," He says. He uses her name and her eyes widen momentarily and he knows his first guess is correct. She is his kin, however distant. He tells her and she closes her eyes, breathing suddenly labored. Hesitantly, he reaches out a hand and places it over hers. She flinches but doesn't recoil.
"I thought she was crazy." Tears fall from her eyes and he lifts his hand to catch it. Her lashes flutter and she steadies her breathing. "When my grandmother told me, I told her she was crazy and never spoke to her again."
"I'm sorry," He says, unsure of what he can do. "I need your help."
"Anything." He closes his eyes and rests one hand on his stomach, feeling the flutter of life responding to his touch. Words have never been so hard to find, but he forces them from his lips.
When he finishes there's wetness on his face. When Quinn reaches out to wipe it away, her touch is cool. Her expression is resolved. "I'll do it."
