Come What May
"Do you think he's cheating on me?" Blaine asked, eyes vulnerable and so very sad.
"What?" Liz blanched. "Are you crazy?"
Blaine looked at his hands, a lump throbbing in his throat. "He…he won't let me kiss him, or touch him. He gets so mad if I try. I tried to get in the shower with him yesterday and he acted like I'd made the most perverted suggestion I could ever make. Hell, we haven't been intimate in I don't know how long. He keeps staying late at the studio but I called them yesterday and the production's been done for two weeks! I'm just…I'm just scared he's found someone else. Someone better."
"Blaine, listen to me," Liz said firmly, waiting for him to meet her eyes. "Kurt loves you more than you will ever know. He would never, ever do something like that to you. You're his whole world. He talks about you nonstop, I mean…God, Blaine, you mean the world to him. There's no one else, there can't be."
"Are you sure?" He asked softly. She nodded.
"I'm positive."
She wasn't lying. He did mean absolutely everything to him. He was the whole reason he was letting Roland…
She'd been there afterward every time. She let him cry, comforted him, watched him loathe himself for what he was doing.
"He doesn't deserve this," he had sobbed. "He doesn't deserve what I'm doing to him…wh-what I'm doing to us. Oh God, Liz, I hate myself so much!"
"Shh," she'd soothed, "hey, hey, it's alright. It's not like you're doing this because you want to. It's not your fault Kurt, shh…" He cried into his hands, refusing to let her hold him. "Kurt, let me go to the police, please."
"NO!" He snapped up, his swollen eyes wild and begging. "No, no, you can't tell. If you tell Blaine'll be fired and-"
"Kurt, it's too late in the game for him to be fired. There's no way-"
"Then he'll never get another job again. I've had my big break, and this is Blaine's. I won't let anything jeopardize that. I won't," he said firmly. He succumbed to his tears again, holding his knees to his chest, saying Blaine's name over and over again in a mantra that might make him feel better. But, then again, it's always worse before it gets better.
She patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Blaine, Kurt's crazy about you," she smiled and walked to her dressing room.
Blaine nodded and stood, reassured that it was alright, that everything was going to be okay. He wanted to see Kurt now, right now, and tell him that he was sorry for thinking such things. He wanted to ask him what was wrong and what he could do to help fix it instead of sitting and stewing about what might be.
He walked down the hall toward Roland's office with the intent of asking if he could go home early. He missed his husband.
"Gently, please!" Kurt cried. Roland had his arm twisted behind his back, mauling his neck with his teeth and lips, giving the boy a deep, painful hickey. "Ow…please, please…" He begged, tears in his eyes already.
The older man was tearing Kurt's belt off, shoving his hands in his pants to play with what wasn't his. Kurt gasped and whimpered, squealing when he squeezed too hard. "Yeah, there's a good boy," he growled. "Say my name," he demanded.
"No," Kurt choked, shaking his head. "I told you, I won't do it." He twisted his arm harder, mouth on his ear. Kurt sobbed once in pain.
"Do it or I'll snap your fucking arm right in half." He shook his head again.
"Do it, then, I won't say it. I won't." Roland squeezed him again, hard enough to bruise him.
"AH! Mmmnn," he was trying so hard not to cry. Roland gave up, kissing his neck again, keeping his hand in Kurt's pants despite the protests. Kurt tried to focus on something in the room, something to look at to keep his mind just a little away from this.
He looked at the door, begging –even if it wasn't what he wanted- for Blaine to come in the room and carry him away from this awful place. He wanted him to take him home where he would be warm and safe. Not here where everything was cold and hard and hurt. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what that would be like, what it would be like if Blaine came in right now and saved him.
The door opened.
Blaine froze, looking at the scene before him.
Kurt's head was thrown back, shirt torn open, gasping as Roland fondled him. Roland was kissing his neck and obviously touching… touching something that wasn't his.
It was like he'd been hit in the stomach with a sledgehammer. Kurt was…was with another man. His director of all people. His Kurt, his husband, his love, his whole world…was cheating on him. He shook his head a little, trying to deny what he was seeing.
It took a moment for the two of them to notice he was standing there. Kurt's eyes were wide, body paling, horrified.
"Blaine," he squeaked. Roland looked up, grinning.
He ran.
Kurt jerked away from the older man, hurtling toward the door. "BLAINE!" He yelled. Roland grabbed his injured arm, slamming him against the wall.
"Don't you tell him what's really going on here," he warned. "Don't you say a fucking word. I'll kill him if you do. And then I'll kill you; I swear to God I will. Do you understand me?" He growled.
Kurt's knees trembled. He was about to lose what he loved, what he needed most in the world. He shook his head, staring at him with his wide, tear-filled eyes.
"No, no, please," he begged. "Please…"
He grabbed his throat, slamming him again. "You think I'm fucking joking?"
"No, no, no," he whimpered. "I'll do it, I'll do it." What choice did he have?
He bolted out the door, in agonizing pain. Now his heart was breaking too.
He rounded the corner and found himself looking at Blaine's back. His shoulders were shaking, one hand over his eyes. God, he was crying.
"Blaine," he whispered. He spun around, no longer sad but horribly angry.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?" He screamed. "HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO US?"
"Blaine, please," he said softly. "I'm sorry."
"SORRY?" He asked skeptically. He stalked forward, getting in his face. "I gave you everything I had, Kurt. Everything! And you threw it away like it was NOTHING! I loved you with all my heart and you just…you just broke it."
Kurt's lips were trembling, eyes filled with tears. This only angered Blaine further.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO BE UPSET ABOUT?" He slapped him, hard. Kurt whimpered a little, but took it. He deserved it. "Why? Why did you do this? Is, is he better in bed than I am? Is that it? Am I not satisfying you?" He screamed.
"No," Kurt said softly, shaking his head.
"THEN WHY?" He bellowed. The other boy simply flinched. Blaine shook his head. "I want you out. I want you gone by tonight. Get your things out and leave. I don't ever want to see you again." The agony welling inside him was almost unbearable.
"Okay," he whispered, so beaten.
"'OKAY?' THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THIS? 'OKAY?' OUR FUCKING MARRIAGE HAS COME TO A SCREECHING HALT, AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT IS OKAY!" He slapped him again, the other cheek this time. Once again, Kurt took it. Blaine shook his head.
"I hope you and Roland are happy." He turned and stalked away, sobbing as he went.
When he couldn't see him anymore, the battered porcelain boy fell to his knees, crying so hard his chest hurt. Liz rushed forward from out of nowhere, her hands on his shoulders.
"Kurt, you go tell him what's going on right now!" She commanded. He shook his head.
"N-no, no, I c-can't!" He wailed. "I can't he, he said he'd kill us!" She just stared at him, horrified.
"Kurt, you don't deserve to lose him too. He's forced himself on you over and over again and now he's making you lose your husband too? Kurt, if Blaine's gone it'll kill you," she said, trying desperately to meet his eyes.
"I can't, I can't," he sobbed. His cheeks were hot from where Blaine hit him, the last time he'd ever touch him.
He collapsed over his knees, crying so hard it felt like his heart would burst. It was already bleeding and ragged from the hole Blaine had left inside him. The same thought kept playing over and over in his head.
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone…
"I have to go," he choked. "If I don't Roland'll think I told." He stood on his jelly-like knees, trembling from head to toe.
He walked away, his steps unsteady, tears on his face.
She waited until he was gone before she took off down the hall. She wasn't going to let this happen. Kurt might not be allowed to tell Blaine, but there was no rule that said she couldn't.
"He's gone," Kurt said, head bowed. "I didn't tell." Roland grinned.
"Good," he said. He reached out, grabbing his shirt and yanking him toward him. "Finish."
"Wh-what?" He whimpered, still shaking like a bird. Roland grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his lips on his. Kurt fought against him.
No, no, no!
"I said finish," he snarled, pulling his hair again. He closed his eyes. Once again, what choice did he have?"
Blaine punched every wall and door that he could reach when he got home. It took everything he had not to grab their wedding photo and chuck it across the room. He ripped the gold band from his finger, chucking it somewhere unknown. He cried and screamed, his heart completely broken. He finally fell to his knees in front of the couch, burying his face in the cushions, sobbing so hard. What had he done wrong? What did he do to make Kurt stray away from him?
He scowled when someone knocked at the door. Go away! He screamed silently. I don't want to see you! Leave me ALONE!
He ripped the door open. "WHAT?" But he was looking at Liz. He sighed. "Liz, this isn't a good time-"
"There's something you need to know."
Kurt was tied to the bars between the cushions of this couch. His wrists ached and blistered as he was jostled by Roland's weight. His tie was being used to gag him again. His mouth was what got him in this position.
"Say my name," Roland had said a few minutes ago while kissing his neck and chest with his awful lips.
"No," Kurt said simply.
"Say-"
"Your not that good, don't flatter yourself," he growled. "You're not even half the man that Blaine is. You're nothing. You couldn't satisfy a hamster if you wanted to."
That's when he was beaten. Roland was merciless as he hit him over and over again, kicking his ribs, backhanding his face.
He threw him on the couch, tying his arms and shoving his tie in his mouth. He cried and shuddered, trying to get away from him.
Now he was here, bruised and weak, sobbing and writhing to free his hands. Finally one of his hands fell but Roland held it quickly, still driving into his body with awful force. Kurt closed his eyes, crying hard, screaming Blaine's name into the gag, just wanting him.
"Now who's satisfied?" Roland grunted.
Kurt was bleeding again, dripping with fluids. This felt like it'd been going on for hours, and for all he knew it was.
He cried so hard, trembling. "BLAAAAINE!"
The door opened again.
"…So, you have to understand, he didn't want to do this, Roland made him. He made him tell you he was cheating on you too. He threatened to kill you. He said he'd kill Kurt too and while I'm sitting here telling you all of this he's raping him…he's doing it right now."
Blaine was tinged green, his stomach rolling over and over again. His Kurt, his darling, his husband, his love, his baby, his angel was… "No," he breathed. He stood, grabbing his keys and bolting for the door.
I'm coming, Kurt. I'm coming baby, I'm coming.
Blaine's stomach rolled so hard he thought he may puke. There was Kurt, his Kurt, tied up, crying, shaking, scared, and bleeding. And there was Roland, hurting him, violating him, making him bleed.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND!" He bellowed. Roland jumped. Kurt shut his eyes, head falling back in relief, whimpering and shaking so hard.
Roland jumped away, scared. Blaine glared at him, fists clenched, ready to beat the shit out of him if that's what it came to.
Kurt used his free hand to cover himself, so ashamed. Blaine's heart ached as he looked him over, at the cuts and the and the bruises and the bites and... He was distracted enough for Roland to zip past him and leave the room.
He didn't care. He ran to Kurt, one hand on his face, the other hastily untying his wrist. "Shh, shh, it's okay, baby. It's okay. Oh, god, Kurt I'm so sorry. I didn't…Oh god." He gently tugged the tie from his lips, allowing him to cry freely.
"Blaine," he gulped. "I-I'm sorry!"
"Stop, stop it, it's not your fault." He gathered him up in his arms, holding his naked little body as tightly he could. "Oh, Kurt, why didn't you tell me baby?"
He could only cry, clinging to Blaine for dear life, praying that this wasn't a dream. He was saved, he was hurt, but Blaine would make everything better. He knew he would.