A/N This story keeps trying to jump to the end, but I am trying to stretch it out for at least three more chapters after this one, if not more.
Reviews always welcome!
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A Simple Command
Kurt felt ill. He knew something was terribly wrong, his will was being methodically stripped away, but he couldn't seem to fight what was happening. The voice in the back of his mind that kept yelling at him to keep resisting was slowly fading out, usurped by the voices that wanted to control him.
He lay curled on his bed, tears silently streaming down his face in the dark. He felt the bed shift as Blaine sat beside him, leaning over him to softly stroke his hair.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "I tried to warn you."
The pale boy could only whimper softly. The darker boy lay behind him, spooning the paler boy. Kurt felt Blaine stroking his arm soothingly, felt the other boy's breath warm on his ear as the shorter boy pressed his mouth to his ear, and whispered so softly Kurt wasn't certain he heard him. "Hold on, Kurt. I have a plan to escape, but you have to hold out until Saturday after the competition."
Kurt shivered, and began to relax, slipping into a dreamless sleep.
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Blaine felt the other boy relax in his arms, felt his breathing even out as he fell asleep. He knew he had to get the other boy out of here. It was too late for Nick and Jeff, and the other Warblers. They had already fallen under the control of the Overseer and the Masters before Blaine had even arrived at Dalton.
He had no idea why he himself hadn't fully succumbed to the conditioning, his thoughts still remained his own most of the time, except when he was under the influence of the drugs, or when his body was flooded with the Oxytocin and other chemicals. His mind had begun to clear even more when Kurt had first appeared. He hadn't been able to fight his conditioning when ordered to drug the newest Warbler, but in the last couple days since they had accelerated Kurt's conditioning, Blaine had managed to avoid being drugged, and his mind was growing even clearer. If he could just make it to the competition on Saturday without unwanted influence, he knew he'd be able to save himself and the beautiful boy in his arms.
Sighing softly, Blaine closed his eyes, and was soon fast asleep.
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He woke with a jolt the next morning, confused, and afraid, his heart pounding. Where was he? It took a moment for him to relax, as his surroundings came into focus. His dorm room. And Blaine was sleeping behind him, holding him protectively.
For the moment, his mind was perfectly clear, his thoughts his own. He knew he needed to get away from what ever was going on at Dalton, but he didn't know how. Blaine had whispered to him the night before that he had a plan, but could he trust the other boy? He had come to realize that it had been the curly haired boy who had drugged him on more than one occasion. He knew the shorter boy was also under these people's influence as well, but he seemed to be trying to resist. Could he trust him?
He carefully slipped out of the other boy's arms without waking him, and moved to sit on the other bed, facing the shorter boy. He studied the darker boy intently, recalling that it had been Blaine who had held him last Friday as Nick and Jeff put on their erotic display. He remembered how the other boy had caressed him, adding to the building arousal he'd felt.
Kurt let out a soft moan as he remembered the sensations. Absently, his hand traced up the inside of his thigh, unconsciously following the same path the other boy had. A whimper escaped him as he shifted his hand, pressing the heel into the growing bulge between his legs. He could feel the Oxytocin and other chemicals begin to flood his system, knew that soon his thoughts would cease to belong to him, but he didn't know how to fight it, had no idea what they had done to him.
He sensed the hooded figure behind him, but couldn't look away from the handsome boy laying in his bed, and put up little resistance as the taller figure inserted the syringe into his arm.
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Blaine began to panic when he woke up to find Kurt gone. He dressed quickly and went searching for the older boy, hoping he wasn't back in the computer lab. He didn't know how much more conditioning Kurt could take before he broke completely.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the labs were empty. But then where was Kurt?
As he wondered towards the dining hall, Blaine began to hear music. He recognized the harmonies of The Warblers, and realized it was coming from the dining hall itself. He quickened his pace, and reached the entrance of the hall just in time to see Kurt climb up onto the Warbler's table and begin singing and dancing.
We've been here too long
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural man
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high
Cry at night
No one in sight
And we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah!
Blaine was mesmerized by the pale boy and the way he moved his body so suggestively.
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah!
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Kurt seemed to lock onto Blaine's eyes with his own, and the darker boy couldn't move or look away.
Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair
My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah
Kurt jumped off the table and danced closer to Blaine, who tried to swallow but found his mouth dry.
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah!
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Do ya, do ya!
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Do ya, do ya!
Blaine was confused, unsure what was happening, until he noticed Kurt's eyes, and saw the tell tale signs of the drugs. This was part of Kurt's conditioning, then. An attempt to free the boy of his inhibitions.
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch me there (Oh Yeah, oh yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch me there (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
My, my, my (Yeah!)
Do you wanna touch me there (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Want to (Yeah!), touch me (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Come on, yeah you know you wanna do it
(Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Touch me there, yeah!
My, my (Yeah!), touch me (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
My, my, my, my, yeah, yeah
Touch me there (Yeah!), you know where (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Blaine felt his heart breaking for the other boy. Was it already to late? Had the beautiful auburn haired boy succumbed already?
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You know where! (Oh yeah)
Yeah (Oh yeah) yeah (Oh yeah!)
As the song ended, and the room erupted in cheers, Blaine backed away. Time was running out. Was there a way for him to stall Kurt's conditioning before Saturday?
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"Hey, Trent!" Blaine smiled at his friend, only feeling slightly guilty for what he was about to do. The larger boy stopped and turned to him, his usual sunny smile on his face.
"Hi, Blaine. What's up?"
"I just wanted to know if you are ready for Warbler's rehearsal today?" He slipped his arm around the younger boy as they walked down the hallway. No one noticed when he slipped the package of donuts into the other boy's pocket, knowing the boy would find them, and that his will was weak when it came to sweets.
He chatted with the other Warbler as they made their way into The Chamber. They took their seats, Blaine beside Kurt,and Trent across from them. It was nearing the end of rehearsal when the other Warbler let out a whimper of pain, the seizure taking him to his knees.
Blaine felt sorry for causing the other boy pain, but knew that the Overseer would be too busy with Trent to worry about Kurt, at least for tonight. If he could protect Kurt until Saturday, they might just have a chance to escape.
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Friday night finally arrived, and Blaine had managed to cause enough distractions among the Warblers to keep Kurt from falling into the Overseer's hands too much, although he hadn't managed to keep him away all together. He was worried about the pale boy. Kurt had been much too quiet the last couple of nights. He hoped it wasn't too late.
Blaine once again lay on Kurt's bed, spooning the taller boy, whispering against his ear. "Just a little while longer, Kurt. After the competition, I promise, I will get us out of here. Just a few more hours. Please, just hold out until then."
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Rachel Berry was never what one might call empathetic. She was often shallow and self absorbed. She rarely noticed other people's issues, but she noticed there was something different about Kurt when she saw him before the competition. She wasn't exactly certain what it was, though. He seemed to walk a bit taller, his spine straighter, and he seemed more confident of himself, but at the same time, there was just something...off.
Perhaps it was his eyes. They seemed not quite right, but she couldn't figure out just what it was about them that seemed wrong as she spoke to him earlier. And during their performance, she could tell that something was wrong. He wasn't smiling as he should have been. She caught his attention, reminded him to smile, and he did, but it was stiff, forced.
She wanted to talk to him after he got off stage, but didn't get the chance, as New Directions had to prepare to go on themselves. She sighed, and decided she'd talk to him after the competition.
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Blaine used the chaos backstage to his advantage as they left the stage, grabbing Kurt's hand and pulling him into the crowd from the first group to perform. He lead the older boy towards the back door, intending to get him outside before anyone even noticed they were gone.
They had almost made it to the exit when Kurt tugged his arm, and spun him around. "Where are you taking me?"
"We're getting out of here, Kurt. We're escaping." Blaine tried to smile at him reassuringly, and then turned away again, but only made it a few steps before the other boy tugged on his arm again, dragging him into a side room. "Kurt, what are you doing? We have to get out of here!"
The pale boy didn't say a word, just shoved Blaine up against the wall. Suddenly the taller boy was kissing him. Blaine was too shocked to react at first, but then turned his head away. "Kurt, we can't! Not here! We have to escape!"
The other boy didn't even acknowledge him, simply began kissing him again, holding him in place. Blaine tried to resist, but the temptation of Kurt's mouth was too great. He let out a soft whimper of defeat and returned the kiss. Kurt nipped at his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth for the older boy, who wasted no time before sweeping his tongue inside. They both groaned in pleasure as Kurt pressed their bodies closer.
Panting, the auburn haired boy broke the kiss, and nibbled his way up Blaine's jaw, kissing the spot just under his ear. Blaine shivered in pleasure, but froze as Kurt whispered in his ear.
"I must obey." The younger boy never saw the syringe, but felt the sting of the needle as Kurt jabbed it into his shoulder.
"Kurt?" Blaine said, voice slurring as the drug quickly took effect. The pale boy only smiled down at him as the hooded figure loomed up behind him. The world faded to black.