To be honest, Blaine was a little bored.
Yes, he agreed with Kurt that Gone With the Wind was a beautiful love story. But why, oh why was it three hours long? And why was it so hard to understand anything they said?
It was 7:30 at the Anderson home, and completely dark. Kurt and Blaine were alone in the house, curled up on the couch, waiting for the pizza to arrive.
"I just realized that I missed Valentines day," Kurt sighed, playing with Blaine's fingers. "I missed a lot. My senior year isn't going as well as I'd hoped"
He leaned into Blaine's shoulders and closed his eyes. His hair tickled Blaine's nose.
Blaine felt almost arrogant to admit it, but he missed the way Kurt looked when Blaine entered the room. He always looked so honored, so incredulous, like he couldn't believe that Blaine had actually chosen to be with Kurt. It made Blaine feel special. Important.
Now when Kurt saw Blaine, he gave a little half-smile. But the deadened look never left his eyes, and that adorable chuckle never escaped his lips.
Blaine wished that Sebastian were here, just for a minute. He could beat that Warbler up and not feel one touch of remorse. Who could be so cruel as to ruin the life of a boy who never did anything to anyone?
And it was all Blaine's fault. If Sebastian hadn't been interested in him, Kurt would be safely off of the madman's radar and still happy. Happy and himself.
"You're not worth three hundred dollars." Rhett Butler was telling Scarlett O'Hara on the screen. Blaine sighed.
"You're worth three hundred dollars," he wrapped his arm around Kurt's thin waist. Kurt exhaled with content.
The doorbell rang.
"Pizza's here," Blaine stood up to get the door.
"Wait, this is the best part," said Kurt distractedly. He didn't notice as Blaine opened the door to a teenage boy.
"Hey, I think I recognize you!" Blaine cried, smiling. "Your blond hair seems pretty familiar!"
It was too dark to see the boy's face. He looked a bit like Jeff, a Warbler.
"Eh?" the boy asked nervously. He stuffed the boxes into Blaine's chest and scampered off.
"Cool! Free pizza!" he exclaimed. "Thanks!" Blaine looked fondly at the pizza and squinted into the night, but the delivery boy was gone.
"Hey Kurt!" Blaine called as he walked back into the living room. "The pizza guy gave the pies to us for free!"
"Hmm? Great," Kurt paused the movie pulled the box out of Blaine's hands, and set the grease-spotted cardboard on the coffee table.
He opened the pizza box.
And choked.
At first, it just seemed like somebody had sprinkled random snacks all over it. But then it all formed a horribly familiar scene.
Pretzel sticks shaped two human figures. One standing over the crumpled form of another. The standing pretzel man held a chunk of a sandwich. The one lying on the ground had a camel-colored slab of bread on its chest.
Kurt knew what it was immediately. It was Sebastian and him in the basement. Sebastian knew where he was, knew that they had ordered pizza. He was watching.
Blaine watched Kurt's face crumple. "What is it?" he asked urgently. "What's wrong?"
"It's me," Kurt managed. "It's me...and...him."
Blaine quickly caught on. "Oh!" he cried, his eyes flickering from the pizza to Kurt's face.
Kurt started hyperventilating. He was certain that somewhere nearby, Sebastian was laughing.
"Do you want me to call someone?" Blaine didn't know what do. He'd never seen Kurt look like that. Not even after he'd woken up in the hospital.
Kurt didn't seem to hear him as he was transported to another time, another memory.
It was the third day in the basement and at first seemed to mirror the days before it. The moldy walls. The chilly air. The buckets stacked against the walls in a rickety tower.
He woke up and lifted his head from the stone floor, a terrible ache in his neck, a panging hunger in the other.
Kurt glanced around the room. He froze when he saw a dark figure leaning against the wall.
Laughter echoed around the room.
"Can't you leave me alone?" Kurt shouted at the shadow. "It's not enough to take away my boyfriend, my family, or even my life! No! You have to take my pride, too!"
"Spot on," Sebastian jeered, walking over to him. "You are very bright, aren't you?"
Kurt didn't answer. He took Sebastian's kick to the head in silence. His ear burned.
"When are you ever going to learn?" chuckled Sebastian darkly. "As long as you wither away in here like some flower in the dark, you are in my complete control."
"No I'm not," Kurt responded quietly. "I'll never be."
He ducked his head and braced himself for the beating that was sure to come.
"Kurt! Kurtkurtkurt!" Blaine shook his shoulders, trying to vanquish the glazed look in Kurt's eyes.
Hands shaking, Blaine pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Burt Hummel's number.
"'Lo, Burt Hummel,"
"Mr. Hummel?" Blaine asked quickly.
"Oh, hi – Blair?"
"Blaine," he corrected. "Mr. Hummel, something is happening to Kurt – he fell into this trance and he won't respond and I can't wake him up!"
"Um," Burt was obviously caught off guard. "Okay. Carol and I'll come over – maybe we should call his therapist?"
"Sure – "
"We'll be right over – just – make sure he doesn't start – like – hitting stuff. We know where you live...so...yeah. Be right over."
The phone went silent. Blaine looked at Kurt in frustration. He was gently rocking back and forth, his arms tightly wrapped around himself and making faint whimpering noises, face buried in his knees.
Now Blaine had to wait for Carol and Burt to come. But until then...what could he do?
He hesitantly sat down on the couch next to Kurt and put his arms around his trembling body. "Shh." he tried to calm him down, but the silence was too loud. So he started talking.
"You know, Kurt – you're a really special person. You have the best fashion sense I know. You have a voice like an angel and a beautiful soul. You're honest and gorgeous and I really miss you."
Blaine coughed. "I miss the way you used to sing with a joyous expression on your pretty little face. I miss your cute little chuckle. I miss the Kurt Hummel who wasn't broken.
"I don't really know if I'll ever get you back. But I do know that Sebastian is going to pay for what he did. Someday, Kurt, he's going to regret what he did to you!"
He shrugged. "So if you ever come back – I guess I'll be waiting for you."
Kurt gave no indication that he'd heard him. His terrified face was a mask, and he tried to rock back and forth on the couch, but was held back by Blaine's arms.
"I'm going to get you back." Blaine whispered. "I'll die trying."
He heard the door open and hurried footsteps. To his relief, Carol and Burt rushed into the room.
Burt leaned over Kurt and started talking quickly in his ear. Carol, who seemed close to tears herself, turned to the abandoned pizza box on the table.
"What's this?"
"We ordered pizza and this nervous little guy practically threw it at me – and we opened it up and there were these crackers on it – Kurt said that it was a scene of him and Sebastian in the Dalton basement. He kind of freaked out and went into that." he pointed at Kurt, who had finally stopped his mewl.
"We should show this to the police or something," Carol picked up the pizza box.
Suddenly, Kurt thrashed wildly on the couch, his foot knocked into Carol's leg, and she tripped. The crackers flew everywhere, dispersing the scene.
"I'm so sorry!" Carol yelled. "Dammit! Now we have no evidence."
As quickly as his fit had started, Kurt stopped thrashing and seemed to resurface.
He wasn't in the basement. He wasn't starved, he wasn't bleeding. Nobody was hurting him.
But he was clearly still on Sebastian's radar. And from the looks of it, Sebastian had definitely not given up.
He trembled violently.
"Are you okay?" Burt held Kurt's shoulders in a firm grip.
"No," Kurt answered honestly. "Will I ever be okay?"
Burt thought the question that nobody asked aloud. If a pizza reduced Kurt to a total meltdown, if Kurt was this broken over what happened...would he ever be okay again?
A/N: Yay...last angsty chapter! Then Sebastian makes his move...
So I'm about 8 chapters into Part 2, and I got a really cool idea, so Part 2 will probably be a lot longer.
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I wrote a humor fic about Azimio! read it, if you like that kind of thing.
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