Warning – this chapter contains an attack. Nothing too graphic but, I like to warn vs. having people be surprised.

I still don't own Glee. Just two children who keep fussing with each other and a husband who wonders if I am going to do anything besides type this weekend.

Chapter 26

Blaine was finally enjoying the summer. He and Kurt started going to summer concerts in the park and, all the Catholic churches had festivals so, Kurt, Blaine and a bunch of people from both New Directions and the Warblers went to a different festival every weekend. Kurt also started going to the country club to watch Blaine practice with Pete. This was one of Kurt's favorite things to do. He loved watching Blaine run around the court, diving and lunging for the ball. He looked sexy hot. Pete's girlfriend, Barbie, came sometimes and the two would sit and chat while their boyfriends played.

One day, Kurt sat alone watching the boys practice, when Tyler plopped down next to him. Kurt looked at him and immediately shifted into bitch mode.

"Hello."

"Hi."

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Kurt cast a sideways glance at Tyler and followed his eyes. Tyler was watching Blaine.

"He's taken, you know," said Kurt in his best snotty bitch voice.

Tyler kept watching Blaine. He sighed sadly. "Yes, I know." He turned towards Kurt.

"He really loves you, you know? I mean, like, really, really, really loves you. You're so lucky. I wish someone would love me."

Kurt suddenly felt sad. Tyler was so handsome. His smile was beautiful and his green eyes were so pretty. He was tall and had a very nice body. Why didn't someone love him?

"I thought you had a boyfriend?"

"I do. Kind of. I think he is more of a lover than a boyfriend. It's complicated. He's older than me and I think he is going to leave soon. I don't know. For now, I guess it's just sex. That seems to be all I can get. Fucked but never loved. I just wish someone would love me...the way Blaine loves you."

Wow. Kurt could relate to that. Well, not the getting fucked part but, for a long time, all he had wanted was someone to love him. It was such a lonely feeling.

"You'll find him Tyler. You will."

Tyler sighed. "Yeah, I guess."

The two boys sat there and watched Blaine.

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As they drove home, Kurt was quiet. Blaine looked over at him.

"What's on your mind?"

"Tyler."

"Really?"

"Yes. I feel sorry for him. He just wants someone to love him. I know what that feels like. It's hard to be lonely."

"The problem with Tyler is that he let's guys screw him too quickly. He's slept with almost every gay kid at Dalton and who knows how many others. I thought he had a boyfriend?"

Kurt shook his head. "I don't think so. I think it's just another lover."

Blaine sighed. Despite everything, he liked Tyler. After all, Tyler was his first. When he wasn't trying to get him into bed, Tyler was sweet and playful and fun. He just needed someone who would appreciate him. And fuck him really hard. He looked over at Kurt.

"You will never, ever have to be alone again."

Kurt smiled at him. "I know.

That evening, Tyler was walking from the bookstore. He had meant to go to the mall earlier that day but didn't make it so, he went to the only bookstore in town instead. As he passed an alley, someone grabbed him and dragged him down the alley. He tried to scream but they started punching him in the stomach. He was pushed up against the wall and they punched his face several times before pushing him to the ground. Through his painful haze, he could hear the sound of a zipper and suddenly, his head was being painfully forced back. He felt the head of a penis being pushed against his lips. He whimpered in pain and refused to open his mouth. His assailant rubbed the head against his lips and all over his face, leaving a trail of precum. He then slapped Tyler hard before punching him again. Tyler lay on the ground, tears rolling down his face, immobilized by fear and pain. The creep leaned down by his ear and whispered,

"You tell your friend Blaine that this was just a warning. Kurt is next and with him, I won't be so kind."

News of the attack on Tyler spread through the Dalton Academy and country club community quickly but somehow, did not make it into the newspaper. Despite the fact that no one knew exactly what happened, many assumed he had been raped. This led to comments along the lines of, he brought it on himself. After all, he is gay and a whore.

Blaine was incensed. "How can people say that, Kurt? Tyler didn't deserve this. Not this. Yes, he has slept around but, that doesn't matter. Tyler didn't deserve this!"

"I know. I know. I agree with you. It's awful. It's how I felt about the whole Karofsky thing. Yes, he did a lot of terrible things but, I still felt bad about what happened."

Blaine was silent. Okay, so some people deserve it. But, not Tyler. The two could not be compared. Kurt was way too kind.

Blaine decided to go visit him at the hospital that afternoon while Kurt helped Burt with inventory.

When he walked in the room, Tyler was sleeping. His face was a mess. The darkness in Blaine started stirring. If he ever found out who was responsible, he would beat the shit out of them on Tyler's behalf. He wouldn't kill them. Killing was reserved for Kurt but, he would beat them within an inch of their life.

After a while, Tyler opened his eyes and tried to focus on Blaine.

"Hey Tyler."

Tyler's voice was very quiet and raspy. Blaine had to lean down to hear him. He spoke slowly.

"See...what I...would do...to get...your attention."

Blaine smiled a little.

"Tyler, who did this to you?"

"I...don't...know. But..."

"But, what?"

Tyler tried to focus harder on Blaine's face.

"They did it...because of...you. A message."

"What?"

"They said...it...was a...message. Kurt...is...next."

Blaine sat back in shock. Why would someone attack Tyler because of him? Things between him and Tyler happened almost three years ago and no one knew about it except for him, Kurt and Tyler.

Unless...

No. This couldn't be Phil. It didn't make sense. Phil wouldn't know about the connection between him and Tyler. Would he? And even if he did, why hurt Tyler? Tyler was his friend...sort of, not his boyfriend.

Blaine looked at Tyler and now felt guilty and responsible. If this was Phil's work, it was Blaine's fault. Blaine kept putting the boys in his life in danger.

And, he could not let anything happen to Kurt.

Blaine took Tyler's hand.

"I'll take care of it Tyler, okay? Just don't tell anyone. Don't tell the police."

"I didn't...and...I won't."

"I'm sorry Tyler. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay...Blaine. You know...I still...love you. Can't help it. It's...okay. Just...keep Kurt...safe."

"I will. I promise. And don't worry. I'll get the person who did this."

As Blaine left Tyler's room, the darkness was in such an uproar and he was thinking so hard, he missed seeing the redhead who ducked behind a cabinet until he passed.

Mark hurried down the hall to Tyler's room.

Blaine agonized over whether or not he should tell Kurt what Tyler told him. He didn't want to scare him but, he didn't want him wandering around Lima unaware, especially since Blaine wasn't sure if Phil was behind the attack on Tyler or not. If it wasn't Phil, that meant there was someone else out to get him. Fuck. As if having Phil and his dad weren't enough.

He decided to say nothing. He would just keep Kurt close to him this week. He planned to take care of Phil next weekend after his big tennis match. On Saturday, he and Pete would play. On Sunday, he would kill Phil. Once Phil was dead and the illegal voting reports in his condo were turned over to the authorities, that would be the end. Phil would be gone and his dad's political career would be over.

He would also have enough money to buy Kurt's ring and he wouldn't have to deplete his own savings to do it.

Blaine rolled over and smiled. It was almost over.

He felt the darkness inside him smile too.

Phil sat in his home office, looking at the photos of Blaine on his closet door.

He was tired of the kid jerking him around. He didn't know how Blaine had pulled that little choking stunt but, Phil was not backing down. Blaine was a kid. He was not going to be outsmarted by a stupid, spoiled kid. Even if Blaine did have some kind of evil, magic power or whatever, Phil didn't care. It had already been proven that Blaine couldn't always do whatever it was he did. He would be weak sooner or later and then, Phil would strike. In the meantime, he would get to Blaine another way.

Phil's eyes rested on the photo of Kurt. Such a pretty, delicate thing. He would be easy to take, just like that Tyler kid. Attacking Tyler had been an excellent idea. Blaine was probably confused now, thinking there was another player in the game. That would pull his attention away from Phil.

He smiled and started to stroke himself as he looked at Kurt's picture. It would only take one, good attack. Leave the Kurt kid beaten and crying and...well, he would do far worse to Kurt than he did to Tyler. That would prove to Blaine that Phil was not messing around. They would make a deal. Either Blaine gets on board and uses whatever his power was to get people to donate to the campaign or, Phil would make Kurt's life hell. If Blaine wanted to keep Kurt safe, he would have to follow Phil's instructions. And suck his dick.

Hmm? And maybe he would tell James to take the car. Yes, he would do that. Taking the car would leave Blaine more helpless and Kurt more vulnerable. No. He would have the car stolen. That would be better. Then James could continue to stay out of it. Yes. That was a good idea. He would call Willy in the morning and arrange things.

Phil stroked harder and smiled. Yes, it was all going to work out nicely.