Chapter 5

Rachel turned to Kurt with a gleam in her eye, this was her opportunity to get the truth from Kurt, and she had no intention of wasting it.

"Has Blaine ever hit you?" she asked.

Kurt froze. Alcohol, little, big – his brain was suddenly confused, he didn't know what to say.

Santana raised an eyebrow, Mercedes held her breath, Rachel grinned, Brittney covered her mouth in shock, as his silence was misconstrued.

"It's a simple question Kurt," Rachel pushed, "has Blaine ever raised his hand in anger to you?"

Kurt looked from one girl to the next, his head began to pound as they each pushed him to answer. Each of their faces flashed before his eyes in a seemingly continuous rotation. He felt sick, dizzy and wanted the throw up.

"You have to tell the truth, Kurt," Mercedes whispered, scared of what he would say.

Britney snuggled up behind him, "It's the rules, Boo," she said gently, "just tell the truth."

Santana poked his side, "Answer the question Porcelain, or it'll be a nudie run for you!" she demanded.

Kurt gulped, "yes," he said meekly, and all hell broke loose.

The memory came flooding into his brain as if it were yesterday.

It was their first time trying their Daddy/Baby roles on. They'd read a lot on the internet. Most of which involved a bratty adult baby being spanked by their 'Daddy'. So Kurt acted like a brat, just like he thought he was supposed to, and Blaine put him over his knee and spanked him, just like he thought he was supposed to. The night ended up as a disaster, both of them crying and declaring their undying love for each other. It took them a while to realise that their dynamic was one of love and nurturing, not one of crime and punishment. The internet be damned!

Kurt began to cry and opened his mouth to try to explain. He wasn't given the chance. Rachel was already on her feet.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly, "I knew he was beating you!"

"What?" cried Kurt in confusion, "Blaine would never..."

"Kurt, it's fine now," said Mercedes, reaching out to hold his hand.

Kurt shuffled back from the small group, backing into Britney who wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek gently.

"We'll look after you, Boo," she whispered into his ear. Kurt pushed himself off the floor.

"I need to find Blaine," he sobbed, as he made for the door. His exit was blocked by both Mercedes and Santana.

"You're not going anywhere, gay boy," Santana hissed, "you think we're going to let you go back to a monster like that?"

"Hell to the no!" came the trademark phrase from Mercedes.

"But...but...I love him, and he loves me...," Kurt began to cry uncontrollably, "I need him." He tried to push his way through, but Santana and Mercedes grabbed him tightly, sandwiching him in a massive hug.

"That's what they all say, honey," Mercedes cooed, "we won't let him hurt you anymore."

Rachel had already left the room, delighted that she had finally discovered the reason behind Kurt's new demeanour.

She bolted up the stairs, as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

Upstairs, Finn, Puck and Blaine quietly played video games. Although Finn had offered beer, all of them refused, Blaine knew that Kurt would be stressed out by the end of the night, Puck had places to go and people to see, and Finn was in charge of Bryce for the night, even though his son had gone to bed without a question for the first time since forever.

The three men chatted amiably, periodically hearing the whoops and laughter coming from the living room. Blaine was comfortable, although at the back of his mind, as always, sat Kurt. He hoped he was fine with the girls downstairs. Blaine trusted Mercedes and Britney, but there was no saying what Santana and Rachel could get up to.

The peace was destroyed by hurricane Rachel.

She burst into the room and quickly cast her eyes around, settling on Blaine. She ran over and started pounding her fists into his chest repeatedly. Puck tried to grab hold of Rachel, but she pushed him off, fuelled by a mixture of alcohol and adrenaline.

"Get the hell out of my house!" screamed Rachel, Finn ran forward and tried to pull her off Blaine.

"You fucking low life piece of scum," the inebriated Rachel hollered.

"Rachel!" Finn shouted, "calm the fuck down, will you?"

"Get him out!" Rachel yelled, "Jesus, Finn we've got Bryce sleeping in the next room to an abuser!"

Finn grabbed hold of Rachel around the waist and pushed Blaine toward the door.

"Calm down, Rachel," Finn repeated, as he tried to settle his wife, "Blaine isn't going to hurt Bryce, that's just insane."

"How do you know that?" screamed Rachel irrationally, "Kurt's just told us that Blaine beats him!"

Blaine heard nothing but the white noise as all the blood in his body swirled toward his brain, his body was immobile with shock and anxiety. Finn looked at Blaine in a mix of horror and disgust, Puck simply shook his head.

"Finn!" Rachel stared at her husband, "get him out of our house, NOW!"

Finn was torn and looked helplessly between Blaine and Rachel.

Blaine finally found his voice, and held up his hand in defeat, "Listen Rachel," he tried to explain, "I don't know what happened downstairs, but I get that you're drunk and you want me gone...I'll go of my own accord, I just need to let Kurt know..."

Rachel got into his face and poked her finger into his chest, "You're never getting anywhere near him again," she sneered angrily, Blaine reeled back, horrified by the tone of her voice.

Rachel turned to Finn, "you need to get him away from our child, Finn. I don't care where you take him, just don't take him back to Burt's, that's Kurt's home, not his... a motel, a dumpster, the other side of hell...I want him away from Bryce and away from Kurt!"

"I'll take him," said Puck suddenly.

Rachel glared at him, "he's been beating Kurt, and you're taking him in?" Rachel spat out in disgust. Puck simply shrugged, and put his hand protectively on Blaine's shoulder.

"Come on, dude," Puck said calmly, "let's get out of this madhouse."

"Rachel," yelled Blaine, "I would never hurt Kurt. I love him."

Rachel threw him a death stare and turned on heels, looking back just once, "Get. Out." she snarled as she left the room.

Back in the living room, Kurt had curled himself into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably, while Britney held him close.

"Daddy," he cried, "I want Daddy."

Just then Puck and Blaine went past the doorway, Puck hanging onto Blaine's shoulder firmly and almost forcing him out of the house.

Kurt jumped up at the sight of Blaine, but Santana and Rachel grabbed hold of him and held him back by his arms.

"Blaaaaiinnee," Kurt cried in utter agony. Blaine's heart broke into a million pieces at the sound of his baby in so much distress.

Blaine tried to pull himself free from Puck, but couldn't. Puck held him tightly around the waist.

"Just let me talk to him," Blaine pleaded, struggling against Puck's hold fruitlessly.

"No way, Shiny Pants," hissed Mercedes, "you've done all the damage you're going to do, we'll take it from here."

"Walk away, Hobbit," growled Santana, "while you've still got something hanging between your legs."

"Two choices Blaine," threatened Rachel, "go now, or I'll call the Police."

"I love you!" Blaine shouted at a hysterical Kurt, "Call Carole, baby!" he managed to get out before Puck dragged him outside and put him into his car.

Inside, Kurt collapsed into a heap on the floor.

"Daddy," he sobbed, "I want my Daddy. I want Daddy." Kurt kept repeating his mantra as the girls looked on, helpless.

Rachel sighed and picked up the phone to call Burt.

Sitting in Puck's car, Blaine put his head in his hands. Puck drove for a while in silence, before finally turning to Blaine.

"Did you do it?" Puck asked bluntly.

Blaine shook his head, "I'd never hurt him, Puck...I love him more than anything."

"Then why would he say that you did?"

Blaine scratched his head, but came up blank, "I have no idea," he sighed.

Puck contemplated the broken man beside him, "hey, you guys are gay," Puck said, and Blaine looked at him as if he was from Mars, "and you live in New York." Blaine waited for the punch line, "you must see all kinds of crazy shit, right?"

Blaine shrugged, not knowing where Puck was going with his line of questioning.

"I mean, like," Puck narrowed his eyes a little, "you ever been into any weird stuff?"

Blaine almost choked, "what do you mean, weird?" Blaine stuttered.

"I dunno," Puck shrugged, "maybe like bondage or something?"

Blaine gasped, and shook his head appalled at the notion. They had once walked into a club like that, and walked straight back out again. It was the closest they'd ever gotten to the 'dark side' of things.

Puck chuckled, "Hey man," he said, "no judgement here...been there, done that!"

Blaine's eyes widened in surprise, and Puck laughed, "What's wrong with you? I'm sure you've heard worse...I spent six months as a sub...kinda turned out it wasn't my bag...but you don't know until you try, right?"

Blaine's mouth dropped open in shock, Puck, as a sub? "What happened?" Blaine couldn't help but ask.

Puck shrugged, "the guy was a douchebag," he said nonchalantly.

"The guy...?" Blaine gasped in surprise.

Puck looked over at Blaine and laughed, "Why are you so shocked? I thought everyone knew I had a thing for Porcelain back in high school? If you hadn't got there first, I totally would've tapped that!"

Blaine chuckled despite himself and shook his head, "I'm pretty sure everyone in high school thought you were straight, Puck."

Puck shook his head, "Straight, gay...it's all bullshit. A hottie is a hottie, doesn't matter to me what's between their legs."

"Look," Puck said, "I'm only telling you this because I thought maybe something like that had gone down with you two...you know maybe you were in some scene where you did something? Everyone knows you'd never hurt a hair on the guys head, you're both too sickeningly sweet for that. Rachel's just toasted, and being...Rachel," Puck justified.

A light suddenly went on in Blaine's head "Oh. My. God!" he began to cry, freaking Puck out more than just a little.

Blaine dug his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialled the Hummel house. Carole picked up on the first ring.

"Burt?" she asked, her voice sounding frantic and concerned.

"No, it's Blaine,"

"Oh my god, sweetheart," Carole let out a sob, "what on earth happened? Where are you? Is Kurt alright? Are iyou/i alright?"

"I'm...I'm with Puck," Blaine finally broke down in tears.

"Oh honey," Carole cried, her heart breaking for the man on the other end of the phone, "Rachel rang, Burt's gone to get Kurt...he was asking...asking for his Daddy."

Blaine closed his eyes in the hope that when he opened them, he would be back laying in their bed in New York with his little man back in his arms, oblivious to the outside world.

"Blaine?" Carole said, bringing Blaine back to reality, "Blaine?"

"I'm here," he said quietly.

"Tell me what happened darling," Carole pleaded.

"I don't really know," Blaine replied honestly, "all I know is that Rachel accused me of beating Kurt...I wouldn't Carole...I...I..." he broke down again.

"I know you wouldn't," cooed Carole, "I'll meet you at Puck's and bring you home."

Blaine sniffed and nodded into the phone.

"We'll sort it out, Blaine," Carole tried to soothe him, "it'll all be fine. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thank you," Blaine whispered, never feeling so small in his whole life.

They pulled into Puck's driveway and the pair sat in silence for a while. Blaine was the one who finally spoke.

"I guess you're wondering what all this is about," Blaine sighed, and wiped his eyes dry.

"Dude," Puck said gently, "not my business. Not unless you did something to him...then I'd have to beat the shit out of you."

Blaine tried a half smile, and began to tell Puck the whole sorry story. He told him about their first time, his breakdown after spanking Kurt and about the lifestyle they now lived. Puck didn't react at all, Blaine was embarrassed and put his head against the car window, exhausted by the last twenty four hours.

"You think we're sick, don't you?" Blaine asked in a tiny voice.

Puck just shrugged, "each to their own, man. But I don't know how Burt's going to take it...he freaking dotes on Kurt."

Blaine sighed, "I know...but so do I."