HELLO! I'm very pleased as I have just fleshed out the next five chapters, so no fear that it is over any time soon. I am excited at where the story is going. We will be seeing love, fluff, and more! I don't own Glee and I don't know a thing about someone being arrested and charged, so forgive my error filled creative interpretation.
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Last time on Unlock My Heart:
Kurt took a long, hot shower, scrubbing away any sign of Sebastian. He came out of the bathroom, pajamas on even though it was still early. Blaine folded the blankets back and let Kurt crawl in. He tucked him in and then lay beside him on top of the blankets.
"Thank you for everything Blaine," Kurt said.
"You're welcome, but you don't have to keep thanking me. I did exactly what you would do in the same situation," Blaine said, stroking his fingers across Kurt's bruised cheek, the only mark showing what he'd been through.
"I would have bitched him to death," Kurt said playfully.
"That would work," Blaine agreed.
"Hey," Kurt said, smacking Blaine on the arm.
Blaine laughed and Kurt joined him.
"I'm very glad you are okay, Kurt," he said.
"Me too. Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to wake up alone," Kurt said, his voice trembling, showing his vulnerability.
"Of course. Anything for you," Blaine said.
"Goodnight Blaine," Kurt whispered.
"Goodnight my love," Blaine responded, kissing his forehead.
He lay there long into the night, content to watch his Soulmate sleep.
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Kurt woke slowly, his limbs loose and relaxed. He was so warm and feeling snuggly in his wonderful bed. His pillow suddenly moved and he jerked his head up. Realizing he was laying on Blaine's firm chest, he smiled and settled onto his real pillow so he could stare at the man laying next to me. Blaine was beautiful in his sleep, his features relaxed, his beautiful mouth soft and slightly open. There was a shadow on his cheeks from not shaving. Kurt liked it, it made him look rugged. Maybe he could talk him into keeping the scruff at least until the school year started. Reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes, he hissed at the sudden pain on one side of his face. He felt confused for a moment before the memories of the day before slammed into his mind.
"No," he whimpered, looking down at his wrists where there were rope burns from where he had been tied to that bed. "No!" he cried out, his entire body beginning to shake.
"Kurt, sweetheart, what is it?" Blaine asked, worry in his voice.
"It really happened yesterday, didn't it?" Kurt asked, tears streaming down his face.
"Oh, baby, come here," Blaine said, his eyes burning at the horror and fear evident in Kurt's eyes. Taking Kurt in his arms, he stroked his hair. His Soulmate wasn't in shock anymore and would be dealing with the full effect of the aftermath of his experience.
"I was so scared, Blaine," Kurt whispered, weeping softly against his Soulmate's shoulder.
"I know you were. But Kurt you were also very brave the way you fought him off. I am so proud of you," Blaine said. Kurt may feel scared and helpless, but he needed to be reminded that he was a survivor, he had gotten through, hopefully, the worst event in his life. All on his own strength and that amazed Blaine to no end. "You are amazing."
Kurt shuddered against him. "I don't feel brave or amazing," he said. "It hurts, Blaine." The more alert he got, the more pain seemed to be showing up in his body. His shoulders were aching, his wrists burned, his stomach hurt. His face ached and throbbed from the brutal backhand that Sebastian had delivered.
Blaine couldn't stand seeing Kurt suffer like this, and the sight of his bruised cheek made him feel homicidal. "Hold on, sweetheart, I will get you something for the pain. Do you want to go get checked out at the hospital? I will drive you," he offered, helping Kurt back onto his pillow and getting out of bed.
Kurt shook his head. "I don't want to go anywhere," he said.
Blaine understood that. "Okay, I'll be right back," he told him. He hurried to the bathroom and found a bottle of ibuprofen in the medicine cabinet. He wished they could Join as it would be a good way to get Kurt to relax and feel stronger. But as bruised and sore as he was, they wouldn't be able to do any good just Joining wrists. He needed the full Joining. Maybe once he was healed more, Blaine thought. Filling a nearby cup with water, he took the pills back to Kurt who groaned as he sat up to swallow them.
"Thank you, Blaine," he said, slowly lowering himself back down.
"Anything for you, Kurt. Are you hungry? Or maybe an ice pack or heating pad?" Blaine offered. He was desperate to care for his Soulmate. Everything in him demanded that he make Kurt's every need his highest priority. Anything he needed he would have as quickly as Blaine could get it. "Coffee?"
"You don't mind?" Kurt asked. He was still unsure how dominant Blaine was trying to be. Being a glorified gofer didn't seem to meld with Blaine's actions to date.
"Of course, not. I will do or get anything and everything you need. Just tell me and it's yours," Blaine assured him. This was a good chance to prove to Kurt that not only could he take care of his needs, but do so without being a pushy Dom.
"Um, okay. I could really use a cup of coffee and an ice pack. My shoulder is really achy. I twisted it when I was trying to get my arms out of the ropes," his voice ending in a whisper.
Blaine was filled with a sudden and all consuming fury. If he ever saw that motherfucker again, he would pay with his life for what he had done and intended to do to his precious Soulmate.
Kurt had been watching him and shrunk away from the dark rage on Blaine's face. "What did I do?" he asked in fear.
Blaine saw the anxiety and fear on Kurt's face and took his hand, evening out his expression. "Nothing, sweetheart. I was just fuming and hoping I get a chance at Sebastian at some point in time," he told him.
Kurt shook his head, a whole different kind of fear taking over. "No! You can't confront him. Please say you won't!" Kurt demanded.
"He can't hurt me, Kurt. Don't worry," Blaine assured him and squeezed his hand. "I'm going to get you that coffee and ice pack. Just a shot of creamer, right?" he checked.
"I'm not forgetting this conversation, Blaine," Kurt said, his pale face determined. "And yes about the shot of coffee. There is an icepack already in the freezer."
"I'll be right back," Blaine assured him, not addressing the topic of Sebastian.
He went down to the kitchen and found coffee already made. Burt was standing at the window with a cup, staring out at the morning, but not looking like he was seeing anything.
"Good morning, Burt," Blaine said, making his way to the coffee pot.
"Is Kurt awake?" Burt asked, breaking from his reverie.
"He is. He is hurting pretty bad so I gave him some ibuprofen. He isn't hungry so I'm just getting him coffee. How are you doing this morning?" he asked as he prepared Kurt's coffee.
"Worried and pissed off," the older man said to him. "I don't know which is more prominent. It changes by the minute. I heard from the police about a half hour ago. I need to tell Kurt what is going on."
"I'm angry too. Furious, really. I want to pop that little fucker's head off," Blaine fumed. He realized what he said. "Please excuse my language."
Burt shook his head. "Nothing to be sorry for when you're telling the truth."
Blaine grabbed the ice pack and the two went to Kurt's room. Kurt saw them and began to struggle to sit up. Blaine sat the coffee and ice pack on the bedside table and gently helped Kurt sit up, tucking pillows behind him. Handing him the hot coffee, he gently laid the ice pack on the shoulder Kurt indicated and sat next to him on the bed.
"Good morning, Dad," Kurt said quietly.
"Morning, son. How are you feeling?" Burt asked. He had to hear for himself anything that Kurt might need to say. His hands curled into fists at the sight of Kurt's purple and blue face and the matching rope burns on his wrists. Once again, his son had gotten hurt when he wasn't there to save him. First the bullies at school, now this. His heart ached for his son.
"I'm in some pain, but I'm okay," Kurt said, his pale face showing the lie in his words.
"Uh huh. Well, I heard from the police and they are going to charge that little bastard with kidnapping, attempted rape, and assault and battery. There is no way he is getting out of jail anytime soon," Burt told them. "They, uh, searched the cabin and found… things that showed he was planning for more than just kidnapping."
If possible, Kurt got even more pale and began trembling again. Blaine scooted closer to his Soulmate and gently wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.
"What do you mean, 'things'," Kurt asked in a whisper.
"We don't need to discuss that," his dad told him firmly.
"I have a right to know," Kurt insisted, his voice sounding stronger. "It is my life that was affected by this. I deserve to know all the details."
"You are as stubborn as me, kid," Burt said with a rueful smile. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. They found a mess of drugs, sedatives they said. There were ropes, chains," Burt continued. He paused and looked like he would rather bite off his own arm then continue.
"Please Dad," Kurt said calmly, taking a sip of his coffee and sighing as the warmth flooded through him. Between the heat of the coffee and the comfort of Blaine next to him, he was feeling as secure as he could at that moment.
"They found a whip, something called a flogger, and a bamboo cane. They also found, um," Burt said with a blush. "Assorted, uh, intimacy enhancers."
"Dad, you can say sex toys. Pretty words don't change a thing," Kurt said matter-of-factly.
"I don't have to say anything," Burt said, his face still bright red. "There are some things that a father and son just do not need to discuss. And you're not supposed to know about that kind of thing anyway," his father said sternly.
Now Kurt blushed and Blaine joined, all of them uncomfortable.
"You are sure he won't be getting out of jail?" Kurt asked, desperate to feel safe again.
"I'm one hundred percent certain he won't be out for at least the next five years," Burt assured him.
Kurt nodded. "Okay," he said. He knew his father wouldn't lie or embellish the truth for his sake. If his dad said so, he knew he could count on it. "Do we need to do anything else for the police?"
Burt shook his head. "Nope. You gave your full statement, so unless they need you for a trial, you are out of the picture."
"Good," Kurt said. "Is it okay if Blaine stays the night again?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine as well.
Blaine nodded, rubbing Kurt's free hand.
"Of course. You just take it easy, kiddo. You need some down time to relax and heal up. You do whatever it is that will make that possible," Burt told him. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, Kurt, you just ask me or Blaine. Got it?" Burt knew his son was prone to drawing away from others and pulling into himself if he was hurt or ill. He never wanted to bug anyone.
"Yes, Dad," Kurt said obediently. "Thank you for letting us know about… him."
"Of course," Burt said. "Do you need anything? Want any movies?"
Kurt thought about it. "Maybe Blaine could go pick a few?"
Blaine agreed and went to pick out a couple while Burt sat with his son for a minute.
"Kurt, you know if anything… you know, happened, you can tell me," Burt said, staring into Kurt's blue green eyes. Eyes that were the spitting image of his mother's.
"Dad, Blaine got there in time. I'm just a bit bruised up. Nothing more than hurt on the outside," Kurt assured him.
"Now that's a lie, kid," he replied. "You may only be able to see the bruises, but inside you are just as hurt. You were attacked and that will take time to heal, just like the bruises. Give yourself time to heal, don't expect to feel better right off the bat."
"Leave it to you to use sports lingo," Kurt teased, wanting to drop the entire topic. It was bad enough he couldn't stop thinking about it. There was no need to talk about it anymore.
Blaine came back to the bedroom, laden with movies for Kurt to choose from. Kurt picked Moulin Rouge to start with. He invited his dad to stay and watch, but Burt just gave him a look and told him he would be downstairs.
Blaine insisted on feeding Kurt while he watched the movie, so he slowly nibbled on a bagel with cream cheese as his favorite movie musical played. When the credits began rolling, he started feeling tired.
"I'm going to take a nap," Kurt said, scooting down in the bed. "Will you be here when I wake up?" Blaine had become his human security blanket. He felt safer next to him.
"I'm not even going to leave the room unless it's for the bathroom," Blaine told him, squeezing his hand.
"Good," Kurt whispered. He settled down and closed his eyes. "Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you sing to me?" Kurt asked.
"Of course, what would you like to hear?" Blaine said, pleased that Kurt had asked something of him.
"You choose," Kurt said softly.
Blaine gave it some thought. Then he began to sing.
Never knew, I could feel like this,
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart can you hear it sing
Tellin' me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you, until the end of time
Come what may, Come what may
I will love you, until my dying day
Kurt couldn't help himself and began singing with Blaine. Their voices melded and weaved around each other in a beautiful harmony.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather,
And stars may collide
But I love you, I love you
Until the end of time, Until the end of time
Come what may, Come what may
I will love you, until my dying day
Oh come what may, come what may
I will love you , I will love you
Their eyes remained locked on each other as they sang the final notes. Blaine leaned down and kissed Kurt gently on his forehead.
"Sleep, my sweet Soulmate. I will be here when you wake up," Blaine said quietly.
Kurt looked at him for a moment more. Then his eyes slid shut and within moments, Blaine could hear his breathing deepen in sleep.
Gazing down at his Soulmate, the love of his life, Blaine couldn't help it when he began singing again. Songs always told of his feelings better than mere words.
Take me back in the arms I love
Need me like you did before
Touch me once again
And remember when
There was no one that you wanted more
I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more
The lyrics poured from his lips in a deluge of hopes and dreams. Hopes that Kurt would one day love him. Dreams that they would spend the rest of their lives together.
See me as if you never knew
Hold me so you can't let go
Just believe in me
I will make you see
All the things that your heart needs to know
I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more
And some way all the love that we had can be saved
Whatever it takes we'll find a way
Believe me, I will make you see
All the things that your heart needs to know
I'll be waiting for you
Here inside my heart
I'm the one who wants to love you more
You will see I can give you
Everything you need
Let me be the one to love you more
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The following day, Blaine returned to the dorms, Kurt reassuring him that with his dad's help, he would be just fine. Blaine had wanted to stay, but Kurt didn't want to impose on him anymore. Blaine wanted him to impose, wanted him to need Blaine to be there. At the same time, he knew Kurt's independence was very important to him. He offered up a couple attempts at dissuading Kurt, but then gave in. Kurt would do what he needed for now, he didn't need to be told what to do. Blaine told him he was trusting him to call if he needed anything. Kurt assured him he would.
Kurt had no idea that time would come much sooner than he thought it would.
He fell asleep easily that night, amazed at how tired he was all the time. His dreams flickered back and forth between images of Blaine, his dad, and the horror of what he went through at the hands of Sebastian. In the dream, Sebastian had his hands around Kurt's throat and was trying to wring the life from him.
He woke screaming and crying for help. Burt raced into his room and held his son as sobs wracked his thin frame.
"Dad, I need Blaine," he sobbed. "I need him."
"Of course, son, do you want me to call him?" Burt said, rubbing his back gently.
"Will you take me to him?" Kurt asked, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. "I need to be near him. He makes me safe."
"I told you, anything you need. Are you sure you want to stay with him, though? I mean, I can get him here," Burt said. What he meant was that he wanted his baby boy nearby in case he needed his daddy.
Kurt shook his head. "I want to be with him."
"Okay. Why don't you get dressed. Do you want me to pack some clothes for you?" Burt asked.
"No, that's okay. Can you stay with me while I do it?" Kurt's eyes looked at him pleadingly and Burt remembered a much smaller Kurt asking his dad to stay with him as he tried to ride his bicycle for the first time.
"Of course, kiddo," Burt told him.
As sore as he was, Kurt made quick work of changing and gathering his toiletries and several days worth of clothing. Burt made a call to Blaine and let him know of their impending arrival. Blaine was upset Kurt had a bad night, but Burt heard the relief in his voice knowing his Soulmate would be by his side soon.
They went out to Burt's SUV. Kurt froze when he realized he couldn't see into the back seat. He started shivering and refused to get into the car until Burt had turned on all the interior lights and opened all the doors, proving that nothing was lurking in the back. Finally, Kurt got into the car, though his shivering didn't stop the entire way to Dalton.
Blaine met them in the parking lot and opened his arms to welcome Kurt.
"Sweetheart," Blaine said against Kurt's warm neck. "Are you okay?"
"Now I am," Kurt told him softly. "I don't know what it is, Blaine, but you make me feel safe. Please let me stay with you."
Blaine leaned back. "You never have to ask to stay with me. You are always welcome, it is as much your home as it is mine."
"Thank you," Kurt murmured. He already stopped shivering and he knew deep down that he was where he was supposed to be.
Burt helped them with Kurt's bags and made sure Kurt was settled before he headed out. He demanded that Kurt text him and call him the next day to let him know how he was doing. Kurt agreed, still plastered to Blaine's side. Finally, they were tucked into bed next to each other. It was four in the morning and they were exhausted.
Kurt was settled on Blaine's chest, thinking much harder than he should as tired as he was.
"Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"Will you Claim me?"
Blaine froze. "What?"
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I do love me a good cliffhanger! Next up, Blaine's response! What do you think? Are they ready for this? Reviews are loved and welcomed! [Songs: Come What May, Moulin Rouge Soundtrack; To Love You More, Celine Dion]