A/N: It saddens me beyond belief that I have to write this, but in light of recent events I'm afraid that I must. After Cory's death left us all so broken and shocked I had to think long and hard about which route to take when addressing Finn. After much debate I have decided to continue with the story as I had planned. I think a world without Cory/Finn just isn't a right one, and I'd love to reflect his character furthermore in this story. If you have any questions please leave a review and I'd be happy to answer them. Enjoy, -Ell xo
(Warning: Violent Scenes)
Ultraviolet - Chapter 21
We circled each other in the thick snow, eyes unwavering with distance between us. The thing that shocked me the most was that I didn't see the man opposite me as my brother, I saw him as an enemy, someone to kill. It was horrible, yet I couldn't seem to shake it, and although I hate to admit it, a part of me didn't want to.
"Ready?" Jack says from the house, all of the others are quite the distance away, yet I still hear their voices loud and clear as though they are stood right next to me.
The fight begins with a touch of fists and then we are circling each other once again until Ricky slides towards me and grabs at my ankles. I kick violently just as Jack had showed me and sure enough, as soon as I begin, my first challenge faces me. I can smell it from where I'm stood, Miko holds up one of Kurt's scarves, and I am stunned.
How long must they have hidden it from me? Surely someplace to conceal his scent to distract me during battle, but I knew this was part of their plan. I had to pass this test. Tears burned in my eyes as I resisted the light scent of Kurt, so strong yet so gentle and consuming every part of me whilst I tried to fight back Ricky's wrestling body on top of me.
I sank my teeth into his flesh as he let out a whine, kicking himself free and then growling as he lifted me from the ground, hurtling my body spinning into the air where I landed with a thud at the base of a tree that was in the forest about 100 metres away. I sprinted towards him, trying to judge his next move as he launched himself into the air and collided his fist with my face, scraping his fingernails against my jaw.
I fell to all fours, deep red dripping onto pure white snow. And then Sean was on me, another distraction. My whole body seethed with a sudden rage, I felt as if I had smoke radiating from my pores as I flipped him backwards and heard a crack, shoving him away and storming towards Ricky.
"We're an hour in, guys" Jack says from the house, a safe distance away, where Sean has just managed to drag himself back to. Jack runs out with the next challenge, a small box which is rounded in elegant brass. He sighs, as Ricky and I stand breathing deeply, eyes flickering between each other and Jack. Both exhausted.
Jack stares at me for a moment and I snarl at him, threatening him to come closer and hating the realisation that my eyes were flooded black. I had no rationalisation. You are in control, kill him, kill him.
Jack sighs yet again, "Such a waste" and then flicks open the latch on the box, releasing the fine white smoke into twirling dancing patterns into the cold air. A pure soul. I'd never seen or sensed one so pure before, yet my feet were anchored to the ground, a voice telling me to stay put had me physically incapable of moving. Kurt.
Noticing my moment of weakness, Ricky was running at me, within seconds I was on my back with his foot lodged into my throat, pushing downwards with the intention to break. I lost all breath before I realised my strength, reaching up and letting my nails dig painfully into his thigh, pushing with all of my might until I heard a pop and a scream and he was tumbling away. The soul had escaped freely into the air, and my heart ached as I watched it go, though my resolve remained strong. I had to do this for Kurt.
Ricky dragged himself over to me, blood coming from everywhere, as I hauled myself to my feet, throat dry and my growl cracking harshly. Some sense returned to me when I saw him limping, yet my brother's face hardened. "No mercy, remember." He snarls, gripping the front of my ripped shirt and pulling me to my knees, taking the opportunity to flick his blackened eyes to mine.
"Where's that pocket knife of yours when you need it, huh brother?" He jeers, trying to get a rise out of me, and my empty pocket felt so heavy at that moment. We'd agreed no weapons. So I'd just have to use my hands. I smirked, letting the monster take a little more control.
Within seconds the bone in Ricky's left leg was snapped and I delivered a blow to his head, knocking him out cold on the ground, as I fell defeated back onto the snow.
XOXO
"Come on, Blaine, I kinda can't breathe here" Jack squawked helplessly, wriggling inside my grasp.
"But i'm gonna miss you"
Jack and I had become so close again it felt painful to watch him go, although Annie stood behind him, tears in her eyes as she smiled towards us, and I knew he would be okay.
I loosened my arms and stepped slightly back from the hug, arms still extended towards each other.
"That was exhausting! Fuck- are you sure you're gonna be okay, man?" He laid his worried cerulean eyes on me, which darted around the surroundings of our living room, as if to physically check there was nothing to harm me.
"I'll be fine, I just wish you didn't have to go"
Jack smiled sadly, reaching back for Annie's hand who stepped forward, her short dyed hair flicking stylishly outwards from the frame of her face. Jack turned with difficulty, still with a broken leg from the fight.
"We'll see each other again soon, and I'm only a phone call away." He lays a hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "And anyway, you need to work on winning Kurt back, you have no time to be worrying about me"
My brow furrowed. "But I haven't lost him, Jack" Confused as to why he would think it.
"I know, but you have been apart for so long. Just remember that you don't need to hold yourself back anymore, you are fully capable now of control. He deserves all of you now, Blaine, not just the false bravado you put up when you are in pain."
My voice got lost in my throat, as I nodded solemnly. Stepping forward to hug Annie goodbye, I heard another farewell happening behind me, turning to see my brother.
Ricky smiled at me in passing as he stumbled forward to embrace Jack with his arm that wasn't broken, careful not to jostle the hefty sling that hung from his shoulder.
"I know Blaine here bruised you up good, and you have all sorts of broken bones and shit but just remember to keep in motion, don't sit around like a sack of potatoes all day long or you'll go mad" Jack smiles, sending a wink in my general direction and finishing off the conversation with Ricky.
We wave goodbye to their car until it has disappeared around the corner and then Ricky is facing me.
"Does he know you're home?" He says, blackened eye shining in the afternoon sun as he leans helplessly on his crutches. After the battle, Ricky came off worse with a broken leg and knee, broken arm and two black eyes. I felt bad. But he wouldn't have it.
"No, not yet."
"Invite him round, I can leave, I'll go to Melissa's" He shrugs, and then winces at the pain it brings. I step forward but it is met with a fierce glare, which is pretty convincing considering how cut up and bruised his face is. "Don't- I told you to fight for the death, so don't go blaming yourself now. You did exactly as you were told."
We both sigh, wishing the circumstances were different, but the weeks of training paid off. The voice in the back of my head no longer duelled with my conscience each day. The constant buzz was still there, a few words making themselves loud enough to be heard but I no longer had voices telling me to kill everybody I meet.
I did it. For Kurt. And now I had to win him back.
XOXO
"Hey Kurt, something came for you in the mail" Finn says, carrying in a small stack of letters into my room, whilst balancing his cereal in his other hand.
I looked up, warily fearing the likelihood that the bowl would topple and the milk would stain my carpet. I bit my lip. "For me?"
"Yup. No return address though." He frowns, chucking the letter onto my bed at my feet.
Kurt Hummel
I hummed, closing my laptop and tearing the other side open.
To find me, go to where you know I will be.
There I'll be waiting for your love to return to me.
- Blaine
P.S. I love you
I had to read the hand-written note over at least three more times before sprinting out the door, snatching up my keys and screaming goodbye to Finn as I galloped towards my car.
I arrived at Blaine's house to see no cars outside, not even Blaine's motorbike perched in its usual spot by Ricky's red Audi which was currently invisible. I ran straight around to the side entrance, finding the gate to the back garden already open, and closing the door behind me.
"Blaine?" I called, looking around for signs of anyone around. "Ricky?"
I'd been too busy searching for any signs of life that I'd failed to notice the high-hung fairy lights draped in lines on the branches of the avenue of trees leading to the den. Blaine.
I smiled knowing that he had probably spent hours climbing trees and trying to find the perfect arrangements for the beautiful lights. Blaine was nothing if not particular, and I'd often mistaken his OCD-like behaviour for his supposed "artistic arrangement skills", or at least Blaine liked to think so.
After nearly walking into several trees daydreaming about the slight dimple at the corner of my boyfriend's lips when he does his little caught-off-guard-smile, I realised that I was close to where I knew that he would be. It had been weeks since we'd saw each other.
I pushed my way through the swell of swaying willow tree branches, heading through to the clearing where Blaine and I shared our first kiss. I was apprehensive about the silence that met my ears, expecting to hear voices or music coming from the circle, yet when I met the middle, my heart sank. Had I misunderstood Blaine's letter? This was our place, why wasn't he here?
"Blaine?" I called out.
I turned, looking towards the outskirts of the circular field to see if he was there...no sign of him.
I heard a thump behind me, and then "Hey there, gorgeous." I spun around just as Blaine dropped from a tree above me. And there he was, in all his glory, grinning mischievously, holding out a single red rose in his outstretched hand.
"What the..." I shook my head in confusion, looking back and forth from the tree my boyfriend had just dropped to the floor from and back to the gorgeous deep red rose he was so coyly twirling between his fingers.
We both grinned at each other as I blushed in recognition of the boy who had occupied my dreams for nights on end since being held captive in Alaska by his band of brothers stood before me at last.
"You made it" he smiled, reaching out a hand to caress the hair at the back of my neck, until I shuffled closer, letting my head fall onto his shoulder.
"Of course I did," I inhaled the familiar scent, hiding my smile in his neck after I felt his arms tighten around my waist.
"I got you this," he pulled away, offering the rose to me as he swayed his shoulders slightly. "I'm sorry for everything, baby."
"Don't apologise. It's beautiful." I took the flower from him and urged him to sit with me. "I know we left off on the wrong foot, but you're here now, and that's all that matters."
"I love you, d'ya know that?" he sighed, sounding so confident with his words that it took me completely off guard. It was the first time he'd said it out loud. You take my breath away.
"I love you" I replied, dropping a kiss onto his awaiting lips, which transformed into something much deeper, hearing Blaine inhale through his nose as I climbed slowly onto his lap, the kiss breaking when he chose to litter my face with smaller kisses in happiness until I broke away giggling.
"I...did you win?" I changed the subject, grinning at the bow of his head in bashfulness. "hmm?" nudging him playfully, he let out a weak growl, rolling me on to my back.
"Of course I won" he smirked, kissing down my neck, I felt the butterflies going wild in my stomach.
"I knew you would." I beamed with pride.
Blaine blushed, and then; "I wouldn't be here if I didn't, I'm stronger now."
"You are?" I asked, hearing the rasp in his throat.
"Yes, I have more restraint...more control" he pulled back, letting his eyes meet mine to show his sincerity, and sure enough, I was met with the soft colour of honey-amber, replacing the usual cold blackness which previously engulfed the specks of light and colour.
"Care to prove your...control?" I said before I could stop myself, eyes widening with surprise when I'd realised how that had sounded, yet Blaine's pupils were already blowing out...but this was entirely different...could it be that they were dilating with lust? The same urge that I felt as soon as we both realised the tension between us from being apart for so long.
Our lips crashed together, slanted perfectly with moist pressure and tongues circling as I felt the anchoring weight of Blaine on top of me. "Oh god-I...I missed you. So much, Kurt"
I felt his hardness brush my leg and let out a whine, digging my fingertips into the fleshy muscles of his shoulder. "Me too, Blaine, oh-"
"Let's go inside" he stood with sudden urgency, "Please, let's go to my room, Ricky's not home."
"I- are you sure?" I felt myself biting my lip as my subconscious nervous habit re-appeared and Blaine strode forward, pressing the entire length of our bodies together with my face cupped in his hands.
"I want to show you how good I can be. I want to be the perfect boyfriend for you..a-and now? I can be. I've been trained and I just...I want you, so bad."
"Okay" I breathe, and allow my boyfriend to lead me inside.
XOXO
"So just go slow, just slowl-HOLY FUCK KURT" Blaine gasped as I sank down on him.
The weight felt strange on my tongue as I licked around the head of Blaine's gorgeous long cock. Taking a glance up to my boyfriend's face was definitely worth it, he had his arms stretched deliciously behind his head, gripping the headboard for all he was worth and writhing, eyes closed, sweat dripping and landing in the dips in his muscled chest.
"Oh yes, Kurt- so good, ungh" I felt his fingers thread through my hair as I bobbed my head, watching him from underneath my eyelashes. I found it so strange that months ago I found blowjobs completely disgusting and would turn my nose up at the idea, yet right here with Blaine, must've been one of the hottest moments of my entire life.
We'd started with the customary 'are you sure's and 'we can stop if you want to's but finally just ended up tumbling onto Blaine's huge bed, clothes ripped away as if we'd done it thousands of times before, and skin. So much skin to touch and feel and taste.
I licked at the salty taste that beaded at the head of Blaine's cock as he gritted his teeth, thrusting shallowly until I pinned my forearm across his stomach. "Keep still" I growled, throat hoarse. The sound of the rasp in my voice only seemed to turn him on further as he gasped, reaching his hands out to tug at my hair.
"I can't stop, please K-kurt you're so..Oh, yes" I watched his eyebrows furrow as I sucked harder, fighting the urge to gag and ignoring the ache in my jaw, he was so big. "B-baby yes, yes"
Blaine moaned loudly, and I hoped to god that Ricky wouldn't come home and hear it for I'm sure the whole house was shaking. "Nngh- so good" he whined, and I bobbed my head in response, pulling off to dive sideways and run my lips along his shaft. Suffice to say I'd read up on a lot of tips and techniques whilst Blaine had been away on his trip...
We'd gone a little longer before Blaine's face screwed up in ecstasy, coming in quick jerks across my cheek, painting my lips with his come as it dribbled hotly down my chin. Despite the intensity of his orgasm, Blaine was full of energy. He leapt across the bed, pulling me into his arms and beginning to jerk me off slowly whilst whispering dirty words mixed with sweet nothings into my ear. It felt as though fire exploded inside me as I moaned, hips stuttering until I collapsed onto an equally exhausted Blaine and lay panting harshly onto his stubbled cheek.
XOXO
We lay tangled together with Blaine's head on my chest, staring at the clouds through his glass ceiling.
"I have to ask you something," I started, remembering Quinn.
Blaine rolled over onto his stomach, chin propped on my chest, glancing down to my lips. "That doesn't sound good,"
"It's just...about Quinn" His face told me enough, he shifted slightly on the bed, averting my eyes by closing his own.
"What about Quinn?" his voice was controlled, and I could tell the difference of being with him since his training, it seemed as though he found it easier to put up a mask to not let his emotions control him. I was caught between wondering if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
"She said she...she saw you, late at night and you were watching her...or something" I shook my head, eyes searching his.
"Maybe she is mistaken?" he says, but it ends up as more of a question. "She's been through a lot, hasn't she?" Blaine says as if this were a reason for her delusion.
"Yes," I said, pressing my lips together. I'd bring it up another time, not wanting to ruin the afterglow. I hummed absently, smoothing my hand along Blaine's naked back.
XOXO
Within the next couple of days, things changed drastically. Blaine was in no way shape or form the lewd 'bad boy' of the school, although people still knew not to push him around (he still had that signature glare that he used often to people that got in his way) but he was so controlled within himself that little things weren't problems for him anymore. If one of the football players shoved him he shoved them back, but didn't end up causing a full scaled bloody fight in the hallways as he previously would have.
In some ways, this was good, and I already felt way more comfortable at the notion of re-introducing Blaine to my family; but all of that changed whenever Blaine came face to face with Quinn.
It was as if his resolve crumbled just a tiny bit more every time he saw her, I could see it in his face. Quinn, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine all of a sudden, she smiled dopily as her feet dragged her this way and that whenever she was in Blaine's presence, it was as if she had been hypnotised or something.
"What the hell is with Quinn?" Puck asked one morning, he was waiting with me outside my art class until Blaine got here.
"I have no idea, she's gone a bit crazy." I mumbled.
"A bit? She looks like she's been drugged! I don't understand it. She didn't even want to make out when I tried to, and what's even weirder is that she didn't push me away angrily like she usually does, she politely excused herself and then skipped away!" He flailed his arms around in annoyance, barely missing a short girl who had to dodge Noah's waving limbs.
"I didn't know you two were together?" I raised an eyebrow.
"We're not. I don't think...anyway-" Puck interrupted himself in deep thought, obviously causing him to wonder about the nature of their relationship.
I sighed, looking around until I met the image of my boyfriend walking towards me, headphones snapped over his ears and yawning, though dressed head to toe in skinny jeans and a polo. He pulled the headphones over his head and put them away when he saw me.
"Hey babe" he said when he reached me, letting himself fall into my arms and pulling my hips towards him so our lips could meet. He hummed into the kiss, swaying us slightly before breaking away, still holding me by my waist as he turned to Puck.
"Hey man, what are you doing here? Have you been transferred to Art?" He says nonchalantly, although when I put one of my hands on his chest I feel his heartbeat quicken.
"Uhh- what? Oh!" Puck starts, obviously being stirred from his daydream by Blaine's words. "Oh hey Blaine, uhh, no, just waiting with your boy Hummel here. See ya later Kurt" he smiled, also patting Blaine on the back as he left.
"Thanks Puck, I'll see you in Glee" I called after him as Blaine's head fell into the crook of my neck, face pressed into my skin as he breathed.
"Hey" he whispers.
"Hey"
Something about the tone of my voice made him pull back with suspicious eyes. "What's up?"
"Nothing," my eyes widened, as I stroked a hand absently along his lower back. "I'm just tired" I lied as I thought of Quinn.
Blaine narrowed his eyes, grunting and then pulling his arms away from me. He pulled me by the hand into our class just as the bell rang, greeting Miss Ashley warmly as she closed the door behind us.
XOXO
We were silent as Blaine walked me to Glee. Some unresolved tension still hung in the air between us, we both knew that Blaine was holding something back, and he was just so unwilling to budge about it.
"Blaine-"
"Kurt, come on, can we just enjoy the fact that we're together, that I'm home? Without you hounding me with questions?" He snapped, stopping in his tracks halfway down the corridor.
"I am happy you're home Blaine, but you're lying to me! I can't even decide if this new control thing is a positive or negative thing"
Blaine stuttered, his chest puffing out as his eyes filled with rage. "I did this for you! And now you're saying you liked me the way I was? I was evil and violent and I hurt you!"
"I still love you the way you are, and baby I'm so proud of you but please don't shut me out. What could be so bad that you can't even tell me? Just tell me what happened that night, why do you flinch every time you see her?"
I stepped closer to him, taking his hand in the hope that it would make him take my words more seriously. He stared down at our hands for a moment, rubbing his thumb over my ring finger.
"Okay," he sighed, meeting my eyes. "I-"
"Hi boys!" our heads snapped around simultaneously, Blaine's hand stiffening in mine. Down the empty hallway, Quinn was approaching with a broad-shouldered man who towered over her. Blaine immediately spun around to stand in front of me, a growl coming from his throat.
I was slightly stunned at the fact that he'd used his demon speed in front of Quinn and this stranger, but as the two made their way closer to us, I suddenly became aware to the fact that maybe to Blaine, this man was no stranger.
They stopped in front of us, Quinn stood obediently to the side and slightly behind the greying man. He smiled down at Blaine with a patronising smile, not seeming to have eyes for me. I had my hand on Blaine's shoulder, which was vibrating as he crouched slightly in front of me, he was shaking with pressure.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Quinn's uncle." His head swung around momentarily, his eyes met mine finally, flickering between Blaine and I. "You can call me Wayne."
I felt myself becoming strangely drawn to the stranger's face; soon after, feeling Blaine insistently pushing me backwards, framing himself around me and I wondered what his problem was.
Only then did I realise exactly why Blaine was so insistent. I watched in horror as the sickeningly black veil engulfed the man's intense gaze.
A/N: I'm sorry.