I don't own the Glee-dolls. I just play with them.
As they neared Blaine's parking spot Dave told Kurt to hit the brakes and gave Blaine his next order, "Give me your phone, now!"
Blaine really started to look worried as he took the cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Dave. He flung it out the window in the general direction of the boy's car then grabbed the bottle he'd retrevied from the cooler and held it out.
"Here Blaine, have a beer. I stopped earlier to put some ice on it just for you. Kurt told me how much a cold beer helps you relax." He hated the creepy/fake sincere voice he used as a bully but it seemed to be working wonders on asshole-rapist.
Blaine made no move to accept the bottle; he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the knife Dave was holding. "Kurt what's going on here?"
Dave could tell he was trying to keep his voice under control but unfortunately it seemed prep-twat training didn't cover this situation and he was failing miserably.
Kurt didn't even glance at Blaine as he answered his question, "David is holding you at knife point and offering you a beer. As much as I find alcohol distasteful if I were you I'd take the beer."
Blaine looked dazed and reached for the bottle but Dave didn't let it go immediately, "The appropriate response is 'Thank you Dave.' "
Prep-twat looked like he was going to be sick to his stomach but he parroted the reply and opened the beer.
"Go ahead, drink up, there's plenty more where that came from and they're all for you."
Dave scooted forward a bit more so he could hold the knife directly in front of Blaine. "You like that? Looks deadly doesn't it? It's called a Gerber just like the baby food. Fucking hilarious right? That curve up on the end is the gut-hook, for skinning out a carcass. That's one reason I like it, makes this little baby look like a killer, like it just wants to draw blood, all on its own."
He paused to gauge the effect of this little speech on Blaine. He was staring at the knife like he was mesmerized. "Drink your beer you fuckwad!" He drank deeply and Dave continued, "As bad-ass as that looks, the gut hook is kind of worthless to me; hard to sharpen around the curve. I just do it the old fashioned way. What you do is make a little slit, sideways, in the bottom of the belly," Dave demonstrated in the air, "then stick two fingers in like this," he cocked his index and middle fingers in a 'come here' gesture for Blaine to see, "and just keep pulling the hide away from the body while you run the knife between them." He stuck the knife between his fingers and made a few upward cutting motions.
Now Blaine looked like he was going to cry. He thought that would be just fine. "Hurry up and kill that beer motherfucker."
When he complied Dave handed him another and put the empty bottle and its cap in a plastic shopping bag. He turned his attention back towards Blaine who'd made no move to uncap the second bottle.
"Open it bitch! Or do you wanna have some sexy time with it first? I'll guarantee you, you're gonna drink it either way." Dave leered at him and now he did start to cry.
His voice came out a broken whisper, "Why?"
" 'Cause I can't eat Cheetos anymore motherfucker."
"Wha- What?"
"I'm trying to put things in perspective for you Prep-twat. Cheetos used to make my list of the top five best goddamned things ever and now they taste like dog shit to me. And Blaine? You weren't even on the fucking list. It may be hard to wrap your mind around but you don't count for anything to me. Oh, and also 'cause Kurt asked me to. Now hurry up with that fucking beer."
He took a big swallow and Dave instantly had the knife pressing closer. "Another, drink it all."
While Dave was taking care of the empty and getting Blaine a third beer he turned to Kurt, panicking, pleading. "Please Kurt; please don't let him do this! Please!"
Kurt's voice came out slow, measured, and almost without emotion, "Do you know what you sound like? You sound exactly like me when I was begging you not to rape me. I like it; you can keep it up if you want to."
He wanted to. Dave managed to get two more beers down him before he told Kurt it was time to go back. Dave made Blaine drink down the last bottle while he alternated between apologizing, sobbing and begging Kurt.
Back at the park Dave told Kurt to come around to his door while he grabbed the bags from the back. He handed Kurt his gloves and a baseball bat then picked up the other two for himself. When Kurt opened Blaine's door he focused on the bats and his eyes grew wide. Dave didn't know how it was possible but he grew even more frantic, almost screaming now, "Please Kurt, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, I'll do anything, anything you want. Oh God, don't let me die! I'm sorry!"
"Shut the fuck up Prep-twat. You scream again and I promise you I'll break your jaw first then make the rest of it last for a long fucking time. Now walk!"
He couldn't stop crying but that did finally shut him up. They directed him to the playground and made him get on his knees while they stood behind him. Dave figured Kurt was waiting for him to start swinging; he glanced over and to his surprise he saw tears rolling down Kurt's face.
oh Mary full of grace give me this one chance let me do it right
He leaned down to whisper in Blaine's ear, "Don't you move motherfucker, don't make a fucking sound."
Dave grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him back a step then turned him so he could look in his eyes.
"You don't have to do this."
"After what he did to me? How can I not? You told me yourself-"
"You're not me Kurt. I don't want you to be like me, and if you do this, you will be. You'll be changed. You're better than this. I know you're hurting now but you can still heal, inside and out. If we do this, you'll never be able to go back to the person you're supposed to be. Here."
He placed a hand over Kurt's heart and the touch seemed to break something inside him.
"Oh God, I know, I know it's wrong, it's so wrong but I want to so badly. I want to!" Now Kurt was screaming, "What can I do? What can I do, David!"
"Kurt, just walk away."
"And leave him? Let him get away with what he did to me?"
"Look at him Kurt."
They turned toward Blaine. He hadn't had the strength to stay on his knees; he was curled on the ground making small mewling noises, one hand clawing at the gravel.
"He had power over you, control. Now it's yours. Is that what you want to be when you get away with it?"
Kurt couldn't respond. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and leaned heavily on David.
"Come on Kurt, let's go home."
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He sent a text to Az on the way to the house.
Change of plans
Homeward bound
He was waiting in the driveway when they pulled up. The large boy took in the black clothes and Kurt's red-rimmed eyes.
"Everything turn out alright?"
"Everything's fine, mission aborted."
Az snorted at him, "You better be glad I don't tell people what a fucking nerd you really are. See ya bro."
They shared a fist bump and Az headed towards his car.
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Now they lay in bed, Dave spooning behind the thinner boy who seemed to need the physical contact.
"What's going to happen tomorrow David? What if I regret not going through with it? What if he comes after me again? What if-"
"Shhh…no more what ifs, tomorrow will be okay. I promise."