Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Those would be the property of Ryan Murphy, Fox and so on and so forth.
Authors Note:
Dear lord, I am so exhausted after writing this chapter, so I'm going to make this pretty quick. I love The First Time! Best episode of season 3 by way far! I loved everything! I'll leave it spoiler free in case anyone has yet to watch it, but damn was it a great episode! Anyways, I had an opportunity to write, so I thought I'd get another chapter up. As always, I love the reviews! ;D
-Casey
Reviewers:
candylockwood – My fictional Karofsky is definitely terrible. =( I want to hear Blaine's voice again, too.
no1hpfan – You got that straight! Hopefully Kurt will become very suspicious and have a legitimate excuse to really believe it's him eventually. ;D
WiseGirl747 – Welcome back! Yeah, Karofsky doesn't have the best timing. .
gleek101Obsessed – I agree! We need to get that Karofsky thrown in jail like STAT!
flamealchemist15 – Glad you liked the chapter! Kurt definitely needs some more evidence to get more suspicious. Hopefully Karofsky can slip up again, eh?
klainediva – I definitely take it as a compliment. ;D Gotta keep the suspense alive! Lol.
Klaine Lover – You know, I think there's definitely a total lack of Warblers in here…I'm thinking they might just have to make an appearance. It's been an idea I've been toying with.
GLEEKfreak101 – I'm glad to hear I've got you riveted. Lol. ^.^ Means I'm doing my job right. ;D
GreggoAddict – I love getting my review alerts in the email, too. ;D Blaine's definitely got to speak soon, huh?
Frances – That was one hell of a review! I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of those kind words! I'm speechless!
Kilen – I'm glad to hear it! It's awesome to hear that I'm still keeping everyone entertained!
MiaLawrence – I write at very late hours, lol. After I get home from work and have done what I need to do, I sit down to write and just write into the late, late hours. Lol. You guys motivate me to do so. ;D My week's been quite a bit hectic. Lots of work, even lost a day off due to work, but I have another coming to me tomorrow, so I get to sleep and be lazy, hurray! Lol. How's your week been? =)
Azaelia67 – Aww, if it were that easy, we'd have no story! Lol.
riker-rocky-ross-lynchlover795 – I love that idea! Ninja Kurt! =D Lol. Thanks for your kind words as always! Much love!
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Phamy – I'm glad to hear you like it! You know, I think we do have a lack of Kurt being strong stories, so I'm trying to capture that to the best of my ability. You are very sweet, thank you! ;D
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Those reviews were wonderful, guys. Thank you from the bottom of my heart as usual. Hopefully you'll like this next chapter! I constantly have my fingers crossed!
Chapter 12. "The Phone Call"
Blaine stumbled out of his room dressed in fresh clothes his parents had brought for him and was now silently trailing behind them towards the exit of the hospital. The doctor had finally granted Blaine's release after a week and half stay, provided his parents hired him a therapist. Blaine wasn't wild about the idea; it was a waste of money and if he wouldn't even talk to Kurt or his family, what made his doctor think that he would open up to a complete stranger? He couldn't help but think that it was some kind of ploy to spend his parent's money. The Anderson's were a wealthy family, so it was only natural that a doctor would refer a patient to his therapist friend for more money. Blaine was probably being a little unfair but he couldn't help it.
The past week had been a nightmare. Questions, so many questions had been asked of him by nurses, doctors, and the police. He still hadn't said a word to anyone and he couldn't wrap his mind around the thought that everyone was so clueless as to thinking that he might start answering now. Over and over again the police had been trying to get an answer out of him as to who took him. All he did was shrug even when they prompted him to write his answers down if he wasn't going to speak to them verbally. Why couldn't they understand that he couldn't tell them? The two officers who had found him that night instructed his parents to call them if Blaine remembered anything or started talking again. Fat load of good that was going to get them; Karofsky would be coming back to collect Blaine long before he would ever speak again, that he was sure of.
Mrs. Anderson placed a comforting arm around her son as they walked side by side towards the exit. The waves and verbal goodbyes from the hospital staff had Blaine's stomach in knots. To him, it was like they were saying, you're still as messed up as ever and even though you're still paralyzed with fear, good luck out there, sport! The sudden burst of sunlight as they vacated the hospital had Blaine squinting. He hadn't seen real sunlight in quite some time…not since before he was taken. The curtains in his hospital room had been shut through the majority of his stay, not that he minded. He really liked the dark feeling; darkness was something that he had grown accustomed to. Seeing this burst of sunlight just reminded him of his previous world when none of this had happened.
As they walked down the sidewalk towards hospital parking, he found himself jumping at every sound in the street: people talking on their cell phones, babies crying in their strollers, birds screeching as they flew by...anything and everything had Blaine terrified. Being out in the open again had him fearing that Karofsky or Azimio would just run by and grab him when his parents weren't looking. He clung to his mother's side like a five year old child as they walked to the car, which she didn't seem to mind much as she gently rubbed his shoulder. She could sense how frightened he was; mother's had a great intuition when it came to things like this.
After what seemed like years, they finally made it to the car and Blaine all but flew into the backseat and locked his door without a second's hesitation. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson gave each other a worried glance as they each opened their respective doors. Mrs. Anderson peered over her shoulder to give her son a reassuring smile as Mr. Anderson started the car and they were headed off towards home.
"I'm going to make your favorite dinner tonight, sweetie. Spaghetti with the Italian sausage you like so much," His mother called back from the passenger seat.
Blaine forced a strained smile in response which in turn caused her's to falter.
Pulling up into the driveway, Blaine could hardly recognize his own house. It wasn't that he didn't remember it, it was as if he was seeing it through different eyes. He was after all, a different person since he had been home last. Had he only known what was going to happen the last time he left it, maybe he would have appreciated it more? Blaine tentatively opened the car door and made to go for the trunk where his bag from the hospital was.
"Don't you worry, sweetie, dad's going to get that for you," Mrs. Anderson clarified as she guided her son to the front door.
Being back inside the Anderson Estate again was surreal. Blaine thought looking at it from the outside was different; it was a whole different level being back inside. He slowly made his way up the stairs taking in his surroundings. Home felt like a foreign idea to him. The family portraits aligning the staircase were the same, his massive black grand piano was the same, the 1800's grand chandelier in the entrance way was the same…but he felt more vulnerable than ever. In the hospital he had been safe; here, he felt exposed.
He had been taking his sweet time climbing the stairs since his father had now caught up with him; in one hand he held the bag of his few belongings as he trailed behind. Blaine took small steps as he drew closer to his room; his father sensed that he seemed to be having a difficult time adjusting to the change in scenery, so he continued ahead and made his way into Blaine's room. He clicked on the light for his son and lingered in the doorway patiently.
Blaine finally got to the doorway and looked around. It was still his room. Everything looked the same, only he didn't feel the same in it. He felt like a stranger entering the room that he had lived in for 17 years of his life. Happy, innocent, free-spirited Blaine belonged in this room; not the messed up, damaged, disgusting Blaine. He felt like he was spreading a disease around the room, effectively contaminating every object by his presence. The pictures of him and Kurt he had plastered on the wall mocked him. It was as if they were saying, who the hell is this dirty broken creature? He doesn't belong here. Don't even think about making yourself at home in here. You don't deserve this room anymore.
"Just the same as always; it's your room, son," Mr. Anderson encouraged not really knowing how to take in Blaine's reaction to it all. He was trying to be as caring as he could be as he watched Blaine take it all in. He was pretty surprised to say the least when Blaine's breathing grew shallow and he increasingly became more distressed. He stood for a moment and then slowly, almost as if he were imitating a zombie made his way to the door of his spacious walk-in closet, pulled it open and stepped inside.
"Blaine, son? What are you doing?" Mr. Anderson asked, utterly bewildered as he followed after Blaine. What he found confused him more than ever.
Blaine was huddled against the wall with his knees tucked into his chest with his arms around them and his head buried. It appeared as if he was trying to make himself smaller than ever so that he couldn't be seen. Mr. Anderson was troubled to see his son acting like this; it made his stomach twist in a horrible way.
"Blaine, is there a reason you're huddled up in your closet?" He asked carefully as he knelt down so that he was at Blaine's eye level. "Talk to me, son."
Blaine kept his head buried as he slowly shook his head.
"Can you please come out?"
Blaine once again shook his head. He didn't deserve to be in that room. Filth like him belonged locked in closets where no one could see them. He needed to get used to it sooner or later. This was his punishment for allowing himself to be so broken.
"For your mother? Will you come out of here for her?"
Blaine shook his head slowly and felt tears begin to form as they dripped towards the floor. He felt so weak. He couldn't even be brave for his own mother. Why his father was trying so hard to get him out had him confused. Didn't his father understand that this was what was meant to be done with him? Didn't he realize that he couldn't have such a disgusting son contaminating the rest of the house? How could they even call him their son anymore?
Mr. Anderson sighed deeply. He didn't know what to do. He decided there was only one thing to do. He got up and pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number he had come to know well.
"Kurt? It's Alan. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything. Is school out?" There was a pause as he waited for a response. "Fantastic. I know you were coming by to see Blaine this evening, since we brought him home today. Well I've run into a problem, here. I took Blaine up to his room and he seems to be having some problems adjusting. His breathing became erratic as soon as we got into his room, then he just walked up to his closet and went inside. Now he's just huddled up in there and I can't get him to come out…if you're not too busy, I was wondering if—" He paused as Kurt answered.
"That would be wonderful, thank you, Kurt. He seems to respond to you best, understandably so." Another pause. "Great, we'll see you soon, thank you."
Mr. Anderson sighed, defeated. He felt so useless not being able to help his own son, but that's what Blaine had Kurt for. Blaine was growing up and even in this situation, Kurt had to be the strong influence to help him through what he was going through.
Soon Blaine was left alone which made him relax slightly. He was by no means afraid of his mother or father, but he felt like he was an animal at the zoo and everyone just had to look at him. He felt ashamed by what they must be seeing. It was practically a relief to be alone, at least in this closet which he intended on making his new home.
He wasn't left alone with his thoughts for long, or at least not as long as he had hoped. He heard soft footsteps ascending the stairs that he knew didn't belong to either of his parents. Naturally, it could only be one person.
"Blaine, sweetheart?" Kurt called out as he made his way into Blaine's 'used to be' room. He slowly approached the doorway of the closet and came into Blaine's view. Seeing him resulted in Blaine letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. It probably wasn't healthy for how much he relied on Kurt's presence to calm him, but it was all he had. Kurt took in Blaine's huddled up form, shook his head slightly and knelt down just as Mr. Anderson had done around 45 minutes prior.
"Sweetie, what are you doing in here?" Kurt asked softly, knowing full well he wouldn't get a verbal response.
Blaine looked up from his knees slowly and gazed into Kurt's beautiful deep blue eyes. They were full of concern and ultimately deep seated worry for Blaine.
Blaine decided to respond with an ashamed shrug and dropped his head back onto his knees.
"Honey, we don't spend our time in closets; In fact, you and I frequent our time out of them," Kurt said making a small joke. All of this in the closet stuff was bound to have a joke sooner or later.
Blaine smirked slightly, mostly for himself since his face was hidden from Kurt's view. Leave it to his beautiful boyfriend to make a silly little joke about it. Kurt was the only one who had been able to make him smile, even if it was just slightly. It made him feel that there still could possibly be hope for him. When Kurt was gone, it was like he was an empty shell. Kurt's very presence was life that Blaine felt as if he was leaching off of. He felt selfish, but he knew that he couldn't survive without it.
Kurt held a hand out to Blaine. "Please honey, will you come out of here for me? You don't belong in here and I'll protect you from whatever is scaring you. You're safe with me, I promise."
Blaine glanced up and blinked at Kurt's extended hand for a few seconds before he tentatively reached out to take it.
Successfully getting Blaine out, Kurt shut the door behind them and pulled him in for a hug that he so desperately needed. Blaine clung onto the back of Kurt's neck tightly as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling over and dying.
"You don't have to be afraid anymore, baby. I've got you," Kurt whispered to Blaine as he gently stroked the back of his hair. He guided him slowly over to his bed so that he could get Blaine to lie down on it which proved to be successful. Kurt sat up beside him as close as he could possibly get.
"You're home, Blaine and nothing's going to hurt you anymore," Kurt reasoned as he gently stroked Blaine's arm. He melted into Kurt's touch. It was simple, but it meant everything.
"How does a nice hot shower before dinner sound?" Kurt suggested. "Wash away all that hospital nastiness and start fresh."
Blaine mulled the idea over in his mind and nodded slowly. A shower did sound nice. He still felt completely disgusting from the hospital-and even though the shower couldn't wash away everything, it still could help in a small way. Kurt puttered about his room and picked out some clothes for Blaine to wear once he was done with his shower; some things never changed. Blaine gratefully took the pile of clothes that were handed to him and allowed Kurt to lead him into the bathroom and start the shower for him.
"I'll be downstairs helping with dinner if you need anything," Kurt said with a smile as he shut the door behind him.
Blaine stood, clothes in both hands as he watched the water run down the shower drain. He didn't know what he'd done in life to deserve Kurt but whatever it was, he was eternally grateful. He smiled slightly to himself as he put the clothes down on the bathroom counter. He peeled his shirt off and went to go for his jeans when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and stopped dead in his tracks. He'd been avoiding his reflection ever since this ordeal had occurred
Numerous bruises decorated his torso. They had begun to fade from the week stay in the hospital, but they were still there like little badges of reminders. Blaine felt a wave of nausea when he recognized that a couple of them were in the shape of large handprints: Karofsky's hands. He backed into the wall and allowed himself to slide down to the floor. He folded his arms around himself and took a minute to breathe. He wasn't ready to face all of this; the reality was too much. The bruises made all of the memories seem even more real than they had before.
He had accepted it but he really didn't want to go back to Karofsky. He wasn't ready to face the endless terror and abuse again. Careful to avoid his reflection this time, he worked on getting the rest of his clothes off so he could get into the shower. He was thankful for the loud spray of the water as it masked the sound of his sobbing. The tears soon began to mix with the water steadily pouring onto his body as he grabbed for his loofah. He poured body wash onto it and began to scrub everything away: the dirt, the sweat, the tears, the hospital, Karofsky's hands. If he scrubbed hard enough, maybe he could rid himself of the unwanted touch. He scrubbed away until his skin was red and raw, but he still couldn't get the feeling of the hands all over him to wash away. He threw the loofah against the shower wall with an angry cry and grabbed at his hair in frustration. Why couldn't he get that feeling to go away?
He continued to attempt to scrub for a few more minutes, but had to stop when he saw the droplets of red hitting the white tile of the shower. He had started to tear skin and the effort was pointless. After he had collected himself and washed away the blood, he finished his shower and got dressed in the clothes that Kurt had left for him. He snuck another glance at the mirror and faced his reflection again. It was a little easier without having to stare at all of the evidence of his abuse but he still looked awful. His eyes were red and puffy from all of the crying and the dark circles from his lack of sleep remained; he looked like a zombie. He decided to accept his reflection for the time being since he really couldn't look at himself anymore. He opened the door and went downstairs to find Kurt.
"Well that wasn't too bad, was it?" Kurt stated once they had arrived back into Blaine's room after dinner.
Blaine trailed behind the taller boy staring at the floor completely lost in his thoughts. Kurt was a lot of things but he wasn't a good liar. Dinner had been awkward to say the least. Blaine had many a staring spell as Kurt struggled to make casual conversation with his parents. Every time they had tried to make conversation with Blaine, he would make simple sign language motions or just stare. It was fair to say that dinner wasn't complete with riveting conversation. He had to give Kurt points for effort, though. He could only hope that it got simpler before he was gone again.
Blaine shrugged in response and sat down on the bed wordlessly. He brought his knees to his chest and sat deep in thought as Kurt took a seat next to him.
"It'll get easier, honey. It's only your first night back home; don't be too hard on yourself." Kurt encouraged, rubbing Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine snuggled into the touch, but it didn't make him feel any less awful about making everything harder for Kurt.
Kurt, sensing that Blaine was having an internal struggle, pulled his boyfriend into a warm hug and stroked his hair softly. Blaine's eyes shuttered close as Kurt held him. He felt lulled by his voice and gentle touch and felt like he could fall into a peaceful sleep at any moment, which was something that he was in desperate need of.
"I've got you, sweetie, everything's going to be OK," Kurt whispered, placing a light kiss on the top of his head.
Blaine felt himself relax further and further until he'd almost drifted off, but the sweet moment was interrupted by the vibration coming from Kurt's pocket. Kurt realized it was his cell and he reached into his pocket so that he could check the caller ID. It was an unknown number so he thought about ignoring the call completely but curiosity won out and he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Let me speak to Blaine," Answered a voice.
The voice sent a shiver through Kurt's spine; it sounded so angry and cruel. Whoever was calling was disguising their voice very well. Kurt didn't recognize it at all. Blaine looked over at his boyfriend and he began to feel uneasy again. The look on Kurt's face told him that the person on the phone wasn't someone he had been expecting.
"Not a chance in the darkest surfaces of hell, who is this?" Kurt demanded.
"Someone you don't want to mess with. Now let me speak to Blaine if you value your life at all."
Kurt's eyes widened and he felt his stomach turn, but he wouldn't hand the phone over. Blaine was definitely worried now. Seeing Kurt like this was enough to start his fear anew.
"You can't scare me. You leave him alone, or I swear to god, I'll—"
"You'll what? Throw pixie dust on me and maybe I'll fly away? Keep dreaming. I will ask one more time; give the phone to Blaine if you value his or your life at all."
Kurt bit his lip feeling a slight bit of fear rise in him. He was trying not to show it so that he wouldn't cause Blaine any alarm. He looked over and saw that he had failed. Blaine was sitting up and staring at him in complete alarm and looked ready to practically hide under the bed in fear.
"I won't let you talk to him."
"You will let me talk to him right now, or I swear that I'll make what I did to him look like a vacation at Disneyland as compared to what I'll do to him now. Now, GIVE BLAINE THE FUCKING PHONE!"
Kurt sobbed silently at the voice's threat. He was disappointed at the fact that he was letting his fear show. He needed to be strong for Blaine, but he didn't know what to do. He hit the "end" button on the phone in a panic and closed his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath.
Blaine's hands were clenching the comforter tightly as he watched Kurt try to regain his composure. He was wondering who had been on the phone. Was it Karofsky or Azimio? Blaine decided it had to have been; no one else could shake Kurt up this badly. Even when Kurt didn't know who it was, Dave could still have such a powerful effect on him.
They didn't have a lot of time to recover because Kurt's phone went off again. Kurt hit ignore on it hoping that whoever it was would just give up, but that was incredibly wishful thinking. By the time he had repeatedly ignored the phone call five times, he picked it up and practically yelled into the phone.
"Look, what the hell do you want? You already hurt Blaine enough, can't you just leave him the hell alone?"
"I told you that you didn't want to fuck with me you little fairy boy and you're really starting to piss me off. If you put Blaine on the phone, maybe I won't come after you and take out my anger on that skinny little body of yours."
Kurt felt the blood drain from his face. He hadn't felt more afraid in his life and it was all over a stupid threat via cell phone.
"How did you get this number?" Kurt asked quietly ignoring the voice's request once again.
"Not that it's of real great concern, but I got it off my darling Blaine's cell phone before I destroyed it. Don't want no one tracing me now, do I?"
It made sense. Blaine didn't have his cell phone when he had been found. Kurt felt a bit of hope drop when he heard the phone had been destroyed. He knew for a fact Blaine's phone could have been traced.
"What makes you think we can't trace the phone you're on right now?" Kurt asked defiantly trying to sound a little braver for Blaine's benefit. He could see how uncomfortable and afraid Blaine looked; even underneath those emotions, Kurt could see the concern shining through his eyes. Leave it to Blaine to still show concern above all else in a moment like this.
"You won't have the time. I cover my tracks; you won't be able to find me. Enough with the friendly chatter let me talk to my Blaine, NOW."
"No."
"You're a defiant one aren't you? Blaine was too before I got my hands on him. I trained him to obey and I can do the same to you if you keep me from what's mine."
"Blaine will never be yours you sick fuck," Kurt spat back even surprising himself with his use of such a vulgar word, but in this situation it had been called for.
"You play hard, fairy. It's going to get you into a world of trouble. You're going to pay for standing in the way. Blaine is mine and you will regret keeping him from me."
"Not even remotely. We're going to find you and you will never hurt Blaine again."
Kurt felt another shiver as the voice laughed darkly.
"I'll find you before you find me, then I'll get what's mine. Since you won't let me speak to him, tell Blaine I said that we'll be seeing each other very soon. I'll be coming to take him home and until then, he better keep that mouth of his shut or he'll be facing a very severe punishment once I get him back…"
Kurt grit his teeth in revulsion. This person was so very sick. He felt his anger boil when the voice mentioned the part about Blaine keeping his mouth shut.
"It's your fault that he's not talking," Kurt insinuated as the realization dawned on him. "You sick piece of—"
"Why, of course. I can't have him telling our little secret, plus he's annoyingly self sacrificing. He's keeping you safe by it, so I wouldn't question it. Blaine would do anything to keep his precious Kurt safe and it was the only way he would let me punish him. I trust you understand-"
Kurt once again hung up the phone and turned it off completely. He was terrified, but he couldn't let Blaine see it any further. Blaine however snuggled closer to him and looked him in the eyes. Kurt could see the true fear in them. He felt his heart shatter as he looked at Blaine. He had been through so much to keep Kurt safe; he'd been through more than he even knew. He stared into the eyes of his boyfriend with deep admiration and awe; Blaine was so brave and strong and it constantly made him question what he'd done to deserve this boy he had snuggled against him.
"Don't worry about it, sweetie. We're going to find whoever this is. They won't hurt you, I swear by it. I won't let them, OK?" Kurt assured Blaine as he laid down with his head in Kurt's lap as tears fell from the corners of his eyes. .
Kurt felt completely at a loss. He knew he messed up by letting the voice scare him, now Blaine knew he was afraid. The voice had one thing right, Blaine was self-sacrificing. He would do anything to keep Kurt safe…even be raped and abused over it. Kurt felt tears streaming out of own eyes as he brought a hand up to stifle the sobs. His other hand remained occupied as he let his fingers weave through Blaine's curls.
Even though the voice said it was useless, he was going to have the calls traced. They had to find whoever this was before they got to Blaine again. Kurt was scared for his own well being but more so for Blaine since he was the one the voice wanted.
"I don't suppose," Kurt began clearing his throat from the tears. "You might want to tell me who it is? I know you're not talking to keep me safe, Blaine, but this guy is unpredictable. It would be a hell of a lot easier if you told me."
Blaine rubbed the tears from his eyes as he sat up. He pulled his notebook off the bedside table and began to scribble a message.
Kurt took the notebook from Blaine once he was finished.
I'm too afraid…I just can't.
"Blaine, I don't want to scare you," Kurt stated as he put the notebook down. "But he isn't going to stop unless you tell me who it is. They'll come after me to get to you. You not talking to me is going to get us both hurt."
Blaine took the notebook back and scrawled another message.
As long as I keep my mouth shut, he won't hurt you. That's what's important.
Kurt didn't mean to, but his frustration reached a boiling point and spoke a lot harsher than he meant to.
"Dammit, Blaine! Stop it! You're the one who's the target here. He wants you and the only way to get him to stop is if you stop being some self sacrificing martyr and talk to me!"
Blaine looked absolutely paralyzed with fear at Kurt's tone and raised voice. Kurt half expected him to run away or hide, he didn't however expect him to place the notebook down and proceed to crawl over Kurt's lap.
"Blaine...what the hell are you doing?" Kurt asked in complete confusion with his both of his hands raised in the air, unsure of what was going on.
"Punishment."
Kurt was completely shocked. Even if it was a whisper, Blaine had finally said something.
"W-What? Blaine, I-I don't understand," Kurt responded completely taken aback.
"I made you angry, I deserve to be punished," Blaine whispered back.
The sadness in Blaine's voice completely broke Kurt's heart. He had been dying to hear him speak again but when he did, Kurt didn't want anything remotely near the words that were leaving Blaine's mouth. He felt like he was going to throw up from the never ending waves of nausea that kept attacking his stomach.
"Blaine, I'm not…I'm not going to punish you," Kurt stated firmly as he moved to pick Blaine up off his lap but stopped once Blaine spoke again.
"When I make someone angry, I need to be punished. He said-I-I just need it, please."
Blaine may have been talking again but it was nothing but a whisper, so soft you really had to listen to hear it. It was clear that Blaine really had no intention of talking to Kurt specifically, he was more or less muttering nonsensical things that he had been through with his abduction. He was speaking as if he were programmed to say so, or at least that's what it sounded like to Kurt.
"Blaine, no," Kurt insisted and waited for further words from Blaine. No response.
Blaine had no emotion; he just stayed firmly across Kurt's lap expecting Kurt to spank him. Kurt gently pulled Blaine off his lap and into his arms.
"I will never hurt you, nor will I ever lay a hand on you, do you understand me? I'm sorry that I raised my voice at you, I didn't mean to. I wasn't angry, I'm just so worried for you, sweetheart. I just need you to talk to me."
But Blaine wouldn't speak; he only spoke to do what he thought he was supposed to do. Kurt's safety was still his top priority and he couldn't let any harm come to him.
"Will you please tell me now, baby? Who was it?" Kurt asked seriously.
Blaine picked up the notebook and once again wrote out a message.
A person who will definitely kill you if I say one word. I've already said too much, I can't disobey him like that again. If you won't punish me, he absolutely will.
Kurt sighed and pulled Blaine to him again. He had to help Blaine, it was killing him not having his happy, spirited boyfriend in his arms. He had to make things right again. He had to find this creep and prove to Blaine that he could be himself again. Nothing could stop him from accomplishing this. Absolutely nothing.
There we are, guys! Did we like it? Kinda creepy, eh? Lol. I don't like creeptastic phone people either, even if we know who it is! Lol. So, thoughts? Comments? I'd love to hear them! Much love as always!
-Casey