Time for hell to break loose.

WARNING - Harsh violence ahead.

Chapter 27

Pete and Blaine were practicing hard in preparation for Saturday's match. They were up against the slightly creepy Granier Twins. Michael and Micah Granier were identical twins who dressed alike, talked alike and moved alike. They finished each others sentences and were always together. Always. Rumor was they still slept in the same bed, despite being 17. They were excellent players. Pete and Blaine would really have to bring their A game to win.

Pete was impressed with Blaine. Blaine's game was always great but, lately, it was out of this world outstanding. He seemed to move faster and stronger. He hit the ball with so much force, Pete sometimes jumped out of the way instead of trying to return it. It was as if Blaine was firing the ball out of gun.

"Dude, you play like that on Saturday and we are so going to win this thing!"

Blaine grinned.

Tennis wasn't the only thing Blaine was better at.

Poor Kurt.

Blaine had been practically abusing his boyfriend. It was all in preparation for Sunday. The harder he fucked Kurt, the stronger he felt. It was as if the whole, sex making him weak thing, had reversed. Blaine felt stronger, hotter and more powerful than ever. His eyes were darker and had not returned to their normal shade. Kurt swore he was bigger...in all areas. Not just his arms. Blaine and Pete would practice in the morning and then Blaine would spend the afternoon screwing Kurt. Every thrust was deeper, stronger and more crushing than the one before. He grunted and growled like an animal as he drove himself into Kurt's ass. Kurt would scream for mercy and then beg for more. More master, more. And Blaine would lose his mind. His back looked as if he had been attacked by ten angry cats.

By Thursday, Kurt asked for a break which Blaine granted.

"Are you always going to need to...train like this before a match?" Kurt was lying naked on his stomach, on his bed. Blaine had decided Kurt should spend the week naked, whenever they were together. He liked seeing Kurt wearing nothing but the necklace, the K&B pendant laying against his skin. Blaine was lightly trailing his fingers up and down Kurt's back and over his ass. He started placing small kisses on Kurt's ass cheeks.

"No. I just need to be strong for the first match. This match sets the tone for the summer."

"Thank God. I don't think I could keep this up all summer."

Blaine smiled. "Thank you for helping me train. I promise, we will only make love all next week."

Kurt smiled and hummed under Blaine's touch. "Whatever you want master. I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me."

Blaine closed his eyes. Those words made his cock so hard, it hurt.

"Are you coming on Saturday?"

"Of course. After all I've endured to help you get ready? I plan to be there to cheer you on. Besides, I've never driven to Westerville before. I'm looking forward to it."

Blaine thought for a moment. He didn't like the idea of Kurt driving around Westerville alone. Where was Phil supposed to be on Saturday? Oh, right. Some campaign thing in one of the more southern towns. That's why his parents wouldn't be at the match. He relaxed. Kurt should be okay.

Willy and Larry sat across the street from the spice store and watched Blaine and Kurt get out of Blaine's car. Larry looked at the car with longing. What a sweet ass ride. He couldn't wait to get his hands on it. Too bad Willy wouldn't let him keep it but, maybe he could take it out on some of the back roads before they destroyed it.

"That's a slick ass car Willy. Shame to destroy it. Ya know, Renzo could probably do a cool paint job, make a few alterations...maybe I could keep it."

Willy was staring intently at the two boys. The black-haired one looked familiar. He searched his mind. He'd seen that kid before...

"Huh, Willy? Can I? Come on...a car like that shouldn't be destroyed. I like the black. It looks evil but, maybe I could go with red."

Evil.

Willy started the car. Larry looked at him. "Hey! Watcha doing? I thought we were gonna take that car!"

Willy shook his head. "No. We ain't doing this job."

"Why not?"

"Remember that high school kid you and Ron beat up?"

"Yeah." Larry chuckled. That job had been so easy, they really should have done it for free.

"Well, remember how I told you about the kid that ordered the job? The weird one with the eyes that changed colors?"

"Yeah." Willy had been shook up for days about that kid. Had insisted Larry and Ron do everything perfect. There could be no fuck ups. Willy was scared the kid would come after them or something.

"Well, that's the kid. We ain't taking his car. Uh uh. That kid's evil or some shit. I dunna know and don't wanna no."

"Won't Phil be mad? Didn't he already pay?"

"Yeah, but I'll give him the money back."

Larry looked at Willy in surprise. Willy never refunded money. That kid must have really gotten to him.

"Phil's a good customer. That's the only reason why I'm giving the money back. Let's get out of here."

Saturday morning arrived, semi-sunny with a threat of rain. Blaine frowned irritably as he looked out the window. He was looking forward to playing today. It was mental preparation for the murder he planned to commit tomorrow.

He got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. His mother looked at him.

"You look like a tiger about to pounce."

"I am about to pounce."

"Don't beat the twins too bad,"grumbled James. "Their father is one of the few large campaign contributors I have left."

"Don't worry, darling. I'm sure today's rally will be successful and bring in more donors." Elaine patted James's hand.

"Hmph." James stared at Blaine. His son looked downright frightening.

Blaine stared back at his father. "What?"

"Why are you gay?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you gay? Why do you want to be gay?"

"I didn't choose it. It's just what I am."

James looked at him doubtfully.

"Do you know how great your life would be if you just decided to be straight? Do you have any idea how much ass you could get? Not to mention your political opportunities."

Blaine was perplexed. Why on earth would his father bring this up today? Right now?

"Well...I'm not really interested in going into politics and frankly dad, I already get enough ass." Kurt's ass is all I want or need.

James sat back. "That's disgusting. I don't know...what you all do but...it's disgusting."

"If you want to know what we do, just ask Phil. He can tell you."

James's eyes widened. "What?"

Blaine looked at him and smiled. "I gotta get going."

Blaine laughed to himself as he packed his bag to leave. He wondered if his dad would really ask Phil. The thought made him laugh out loud.

As he threw his bag into the back of his car, he didn't notice as his cell phone slid out and landed on the driveway.

Kurt checked his outfit in the mirror. He was going for conservative country club chic. He actually had a cute tennis dress he wanted to wear but, had decided against it. He couldn't remember if Blaine's parents would be there or not. In case they were, Kurt figured it would be better to make a more, conservative statement. He could shock them later. Maybe he would wear the tennis dress for Blaine tonight.

He sent Blaine a quick text.

Leaving now. See you soon. I love you.

He bounded down the stairs.

"Hey kiddo. Tell Blaine good luck today. Maybe one Saturday, I'll close up and we will all go see him play."

"That sounds good dad. I'll see you later."

Kurt smiled as he walked to his car. Blaine had earned Burt's respect after the whole article drama. Burt appreciated how Blaine took care of Kurt and, he saw how happy he made his son. Kurt giggled to himself. Good thing his dad liked his future son-in-law.

By the time Blaine arrived at the country club, the skies were beginning to darken. Shit. He went in and found Pete.

"What are they saying?

"Too soon to call it."

Damn. Blaine was about to look for his cell phone to call Kurt when he saw Tyler.

"Hey! Hi."

"Hi."

"I'm glad to see you. How are you?"

"I'm actually good. It looked worse than it was."

Blaine looked at him closely. Was he really okay? Blaine wasn't 100% sure about what Tyler had endured.

As usual, Tyler read his mind. His voice was quiet. "No, I wasn't raped. I know people think that but, I wasn't. He just...beat me up really badly. He...he did...take it out but...he didn't use it."

Blaine exhaled with relief. He was glad to hear that. It didn't make it better but, at least it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

"Where's Kurt?"

"He's probably on his way. I hope we get to play."

Blaine was about to look for his phone again when Pete came running up.

"Come on. They say we are on."

"Okay. Hey Tyler, keep an eye out for Kurt for me. "

"Okay."

Blaine went to get ready.

As Kurt drove slowly through Westerville, he couldn't help but shake his head. How did someone like Blaine, with all his expensive, high-class tastes, come from a town that seemed even smaller and more ass backwards than Lima? Kurt couldn't wait for them to get out of Central Ohio. New York was going to be like another planet. And, they would get married. Kurt grinned. He couldn't help it. Every time he thought about it, he started smiling. Of course, Blaine was crazy if he thought Kurt was going to sit at home all day, waiting for him. No, he would be running his own fashion house. Blaine could handle the legal stuff while Kurt designed.

He made a left on to Main Street when a beautiful Victorian house caught his attention. Senator Anderson Headquarters & Constituent Services. He slowed up and pulled in front of the house.

Suddenly, he felt a rush of curiosity. For months he'd listened to Blaine talk about the house, the staff and the huge portrait of his grandfather in the lobby. Kurt had always wondered about that portrait. For some reason, he imagined it holding clues to Blaine and his mysterious abilities. Kurt looked at the clock. He was almost 45 minutes early and the country club was only 10 minutes away. Blaine had warned him that they never started on time.

Kurt looked at the house. There was a sign by the door. Constituents Always Welcome-Please Come In

Kurt got out of his car and walked up the steps.

Blaine, Pete and the Granier Twins stood by waiting for the arguing referees and the match director to make a decision. It hadn't started raining but, the clouds looked like they might burst at any second. The refs wanted to get started. The match director wanted to wait.

Blaine scanned the viewing area. He found Tyler but, no Kurt.

Where was he?

Kurt stepped inside the foyer and looked around. Wow. The house was so beautiful and grand. Kurt liked the modern but, he definitely had an appreciation for these types of homes. The ornate ceilings and banisters. The large, open rooms. It was so historical and elegant. He spotted the huge painting. He stared at it intently. What was he hoping to find? Blaine's grandfather looked very handsome and even in the painting, Kurt could sense his power. His eyes were honey-amber like Blaine's. He wondered if they changed colors like Blaine's. He was staring so intently at the portrait, that he didn't hear the person coming down the stairs.

Phil looked at Kurt, his eyes wide with disbelief.

This couldn't be happening.

No fucking way.

This was too good to be true.

Phil's mind was racing. Was Blaine with him? No, he had some match thing today, didn't he? Did Kurt know who he was? What he looked like? What the hell was he doing here?

He couldn't blow this.

"Hi there! Can I help you?"

Kurt looked up, startled.

"Oh! Hi. Um...no...I um, just stopped by to look at this portrait."

Phil walked over casually and stood next to Kurt.

"Ah, yes. Congressman Jim. He was quite the politician. He did a lot of good for the state of Ohio." Phil turned towards Kurt and held out his hand. "I'm Jack."

"Kurt."

"Well, Kurt. What can I do for you?"

"Oh. Nothing. Actually, I'd better go. I'm supposed to be at a tennis match."

Easy Phil. Don't spook him.

"Really? It looks like it's about to pour. I doubt you will be able to play."

"Oh, I'm not playing. I'm just going to watch. It's up at the country club. My..." Kurt stopped talking. He suddenly remembered that Blaine's dad did not approve of gays. This guy worked on the campaign. He probably didn't like gays either. He probably shouldn't say the word boyfriend.

Phil decided to get bold. He just needed to get him upstairs. He could grab him here but, upstairs would be easier. Away from the front door.

"Are you talking about Blaine's match? Up at the Westerville Country Club?"

Kurt was surprised. "Why, yes."

"Oh, that's been canceled. Due to the threat of rain."

"Oh." Kurt looked confused. "That's strange. Blaine didn't call to tell me."

"Well, it just happened a few minutes ago. Only reason why I know is because Blaine was supposed to stop by to pick up a package for his dad. He called to see if someone was here now since he'll be coming a lot earlier than planned. I let him know I would be here to meet him."

"Oh." Kurt relaxed."Well, I should call him and let him know I'm here."

Phil thought fast on his feet. It's why he was so good at politics.

"Sure. Come on upstairs. You can use the phone up there. Your cell phone won't get reception inside the house."

"Oh, I'll go outside."

"That's silly. It's about to rain. Come on up. Besides, there are lots of old pictures from the early campaign days. I'm sure you will get a kick out of the ones of Blaine when he was like, 8. He was a hilarious little ham." Phil laughed.

Kurt giggled. "I'm sure he was adorable."

"Yes, he was very adorable."

Kurt followed Phil up the stairs.

Just as Pete raised his racket for the first serve, the clouds opened and the rain started to fall. Everyone ran inside. It took Blaine a few minutes to find Tyler.

"Where's Kurt?"

"I don't know. I never saw him. I don't think he's here."

Blaine grabbed his bag and started digging through it. Where the hell was his phone?

A loud crash of thunder rumbled through the sky. Blaine felt a jolt punch through him. He froze. What was that? He blinked and kept looking for his phone. It wasn't there. He went to find Pete and Tyler. He needed to call Kurt. Where was he?

Phil watched Kurt as he moved around the room looking at all the old campaign signs and posters. He giggled at the early pictures of Blaine. So cute with his curly black hair and toothy grin.

"Oh, he really was adorable and just too cute. I'd better call him. He's probably wondering where I am." Kurt instinctively pulled out his cell phone.

"I don't think so."

"What?"

Phil moved quickly, snatching the phone from Kurt.

"I don't think you need to call him."

Phil threw the phone against the wall, smashing it. Kurt shrieked. Phil spun around and back slapped him with the full force of his hand. Kurt stumbled backwards from the pain and shock.

"Please...why..."

Phil slapped him again, over and over until his hand was no longer flat, but balled into a fist, punching him. Kurt was slouched in the corner, against the wall. He screamed, and tried to cover his face. Phil started punching him with body blows. Kurt cried out in pain and slumped to the floor.

Phil dragged him across the room and down the stairs. He threw Kurt forcefully to the ground, causing him to slam his head on the bottom step. He blacked out for a few minutes.

Phil quickly locked the front door and turned out the lights. He then dragged Kurt up to the third floor.

He threw him on the floor and smiled. Kurt crawled slowly away from him.

"Aww, where you going sweetheart?"

"Pl-please...leave me alone..."

"Oh, beautiful, I can't do that. I've been waiting too long for this."

Kurt flinched at the word beautiful. Only Blaine called him beautiful. Hearing it from this monster pained him.

Phil smiled. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll be gentle, if you're nice. Just pretend I'm Blaine."

Blaine had dialed Kurt's number 12 times. Why was he getting a busy signal? Tyler could see his worry.

"Blaine, it is raining. Maybe he can't get a signal. A tower could be out."

"Maybe."

Another clap of thunder roared through the sky. Blaine felt the jolt in his chest. This time, stronger than the last. He stumbled backward a bit.

"Blaine, are you okay?"

"No. I gotta go."

"It's pouring out. You shouldn't drive in this."

"I gotta go. Tyler, if anyone asks, I'm still here. Okay?"

Tyler looked at him. Blaine's eyes had changed to black like that day he had run into him in the locker room.

"Okay. Be careful Blaine."

Blaine ran out of the club and towards his car. Halfway across the parking lot, the thunder slammed the sky again. This time, the jolt in his chest was so fierce, he fell to the ground.

The darkness was screaming and wailing inside him. It was so strong, he couldn't stand it. It flooded his brain, pressing against his skull, causing him to grab his head in pain. And, it was hot. So hot, he was sure his insides were getting scorched. He staggered to his car and got in.

Kurt was in trouble but, where was he? Where the hell was he?

The darkness burned his chest and he cried out in pain. He started screaming.

"Where is he? Where is he? Just fucking tell me!"

Kurt was in pain and he could feel it. Kurt's pain on top of the burning was killing him. He had to save him.

Where the hell was he?

He tried to catch his breath. He grabbed the steering wheel, closed his eyes and tried to focus.

"Kurt, tell me where you are. Tell me where you are, Kurt. Just tell me where you are and I'll save you. Tell me where you are."

The darkness calmed down a bit. Listening. Blaine just kept repeating.

"Kurt, tell me where you are. Tell me where you are. Tell me where you are. "

Kurt lay on the floor, staring at Phil's shoes. His body hurt and his head was throbbing. He was paralyzed with fear. What was this psycho going to do to him?

"Take your clothes off."

Kurt glanced up slowly. Phil was looking down at him. He had his belt in his hand.

"Take your clothes off."

Kurt slowly sat up and leaned against the wall.

"I'm not going to say it again. Take your clothes off."

Kurt sat there, his eyes darting around the room looking for something, anything to get him out and away from this madman. He didn't see Phil raise the belt. It wasn't until he felt it, hard and stinging through his clothes that he realized what was happening. He screamed and tried to scramble away but Phil kept whipping his back and legs. With every blow, Kurt screamed...

Blaine was screaming. He kept feeling shocks of pain ripple down his back and his legs. Someone was hurting Kurt. He had to get there. He had to concentrate. If he could feel his pain, surely he could figure out where he was.

He gripped the steering wheel again, closed his eyes and focused hard.

"Kurt, tell me where you are. Tell me where you are. Tell me where you are..."

Phil had stopped hitting him. Kurt couldn't move from the pain. Phil came over and rolled him on to his back, causing him to cry out.

"I'm sorry I had to do that but, I am so tired of teenagers not doing what I tell them to do. I think it's because all of you are spoiled. Spare the rod, spoil the child. Now. Take your clothes off."

Phil pulled Kurt to his feet and made him stand.

"Shirt first."

Kurt slowly reached for the bottom of his shirt. His hands were shaking and tears were rolling down his face. As he tried to lift the shirt up, pain soared through him and he fell to the floor. He cried out.

"Blaine!"

Blaine opened his eyes. He heard Kurt cry out for him. The darkness was boiling.

"Tell me where you are Kurt. Tell me where you are. Tell me where you are..."

Phil was looking down at him. He was annoyed with himself. He hadn't meant to beat him up to the point that he couldn't function. Oh, well. He could just fuck him and be done with it.

But first, he definitely wanted to feel those pretty lips around his cock.

He rolled Kurt on to his back and unzipped his pants.

Kurt could hear the zipper and then he heard something else...

"where you are."

He opened his eyes and screamed.

"Headquarters!"

Blaine's eyes flew open. He started the car and sped out of the parking lot.