A/N: So sorry about the delay but I just got back from an internship at the UK so bear with me please, I'll get back on track in no time.
Summary: Burt Hummel is one of the most feared mob bosses, and in order to get to him his enemies are going after his twin sons but Burt will be damned before that happens, so he sends them to Dalton. Will it be enough?
Rating: T
Disclaimer: don't own glee
"The Hummel Clan"
Story time
(Blaine POV)
"Are you sure we won't get caught?" I whisper as i duck behind a piece of furniture.
"Blaine, for the twentieth time, yes I'm sure we won't get caught, I've been doing this since I was nine" Gabe says, turning to look at me, not noticing Burt opening the door a couple of feet behind. I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing as Burt walks forward motions us to keep quiet.
"Gabe!" Burt whispers and the yelp that follows makes me lose it and I burst out laughing with the rest of the guys, as we watch Gabe stumbling over his words to try and find an excuse for being there.
"Dad! You see we were—we actually-it's just-and you said-but then we wanted to know-and well-"
Burt put him out of his misery by raising his hand "Gabe, I've been waiting for you to make any noise so I could come out scare the crap out of you, then escorting you into the meeting room, kid. So stop embarrassing yourself 007 and get your butt in there" he laughs and turns around to lead us inside.
"Since you were nine right?" I tease as we sit down around the round table.
"Dude, I feel like one of Arthur's knights" Jeff exclaims as he twirls on the chair.
"Settle down, blond knight" Burt says with a smile as he too takes a sit just as two doctors along with the family's doctor Anthony Sloan come inside and sit, putting files on the table.
"Who's with Kurt?" Sloan asks
"Kim, they'll be busy for quite a while" Burt answers "So quit stalling and tell us what the hell those guys did to him" he all but growls.
Anthony clears his throat and opens the first file "Alright, his left leg is broken in three places hence the full cast, his right leg has a small crack but isn't broken so he just has the splint to keep him from moving it too much and keeping weight off it, then we have-"
"Wait" Burt interrupts "I want to know how it happened as well, I don't care if it's just a theory, I want to know"
One of the unknown doctors sighs and stands to place some x-rays on display "You see the breaks here" he says pointing to each break with a pen " The worse one we believe was made by a blow with something blunt but hard, a bat perhaps, the second one we believe was made by Kurt falling since it was a clean break as if he'd used his leg to take the full blow and the last was just to inflict pain, they just twisted until the bone gave" he explains and sits back down "From his thighs up we have multiple laceration that were made by different knives and a lot of other object with sharp ends, most were once again made just to cause pain, some on the other hand weren't"
"Explain" Gabe whispers, still staring at the x-rays
The other doctor takes over, taking out some pictures and placing them on our side of the table so we could all see, all of us going pale at the stitched up wounds shown "The laceration on his face that goes from forehead to top of the cheek on his left side we believe was made to make him see something, as if he were refusing to see something, the cut wasn't deep as the others, they didn't want to damage the eye"
"What was done to his wrists was actually quite ingenious, brutal and cruel but ingenious none the less" he points to some bloodied spiked bracelets "You've seen those spiked bracelets teenagers use, right?" we nod "Well, it's kind of like that but backwards, they pierced the bones and every time he flexed the muscles would pull and cause excruciating pain, it kept him restrained"
"Wait, wait just a minute" I take a minute to gather myself before continuing "Kurt fought his way out of there, he had to shoot back when he was running, we heard him shoot back and how the hell was he able to hold a gun, let alone shoot it, with that kind of damage"
"Adrenaline" Anthony answers "Pure adrenaline and the will to live was what gave Kurt the chance to do all that"
"Would you like to take a break or should we continue?" one of the unknown doctors asks
"Keep going" I answer and hold onto the chairs' arm rests tightly.
"Very well, the wounds on his neck were made to either intimidate or to scare him to keep quiet" he points to a photo where a vertical and horizontal cut meet slightly on a pale neck "either way both wounds were not deep enough to cause him to bleed to death"
"So they wanted him alive right? I mean they had him for a month, and you keep saying they wanted him scared and quiet, not dead, so they wanted something else didn't they?" Nick asks but regrets it when Burt, Gabe and Anthony grow livid and the doctors look at us with sadness and pity towards Kurt.
"They didn't want him scared and quiet, they wanted him completely broken and I believe they achieved it, if not by all of those wounds then by—"the doctor cuts off and looks at Anthony for help.
"No" Burt whispers, pleading to Anthony silently "No, not that, not Kurt" Anthony just looks away, causing Burt to bury his face in his hands and silently sob.
"What?" Jeff asks, looking at each doctor.
"There were signs of abuse" the doctor swallows hard "Sexual abuse" he whispers.
That was it, those words broke my façade, I pushed away from the table and ran out of the room, out of the house and toward a big willow tree near the pond, collapsing as soon as my body came in contact with the tree.
For how long a cried under that tree I do not know, but its night by the time Burt's voice reaches me.
"Hey kid" he whispers and sits next to me.
"How are we supposed to help him through that, sir? Before I knew it was going to be hard but we could get there, now it feels impossible" I say as I turn to face him, begging him to tell me how we're supposed to help.
"We give him time, let Kim start breaking his shields, we take it a step at a time, each step must be precise and careful because any mistake and it could be terrible so we take it easy and have patience, you know Kurt and so do I, he's strong and stubborn, he'll get better" he smiles "Now, let's get back to the house and if I hear another 'sir' from you, I'll kick your ass kid" he jokes and stands up.
The first day back to school came fast, Burt had spoken to my uncle and demanded an assembly before classes, hence why I'm standing sitting next to Nick and Wes, anxiously waiting for Burt and the rest to get there.
"Blaine, top fidgeting, they'll get here soon" Wes whispers.
"Sorry, sorry" I say, trying to get my leg to stop bouncing "I'm just nervous, I know we've been telling him about this day for a while but I still don't think he's ready"
All of his annoyance leaves him "Blaine, this day was going to come anyway, he was going to have to start interacting with other people someday, and better here at Dalton where he's safe that somewhere else, right? So stop worrying, whatever comes, we'll deal with it, now shut up cause the headmaster is about to speak"
"Hello boys, I'm sure you're wondering why you're here instead of class and the answer is Burt Hummel. He wants to speak to all of you before you head to class, so please be quiet and pay attention" he says and moves to the side, allowing Burt to wheel Kurt onto the stage, Gabe and at least ten bodyguards following, two staying at the entrance and some scattered around the room.
"Good morning, boys. As you all know my son Kurt was kidnapped two months ago, now he's back but as you can see his recovery is still ahead of us, so I'm here to ask you to be careful around him, because if you're not" he laughs and shrugs "well, you all know what will happen" he lets the threat sink in "Great, we're on the same page, moving on. The security around Dalton will be doubled so if you were thinking about sneaking your girlfriend in think again no one gets in this building unless one of my guys knows about it, so save yourself trouble and just invite her to the movies" he looks around, smiling in satisfaction at all the nervous nods "Simple, right? Be careful around my sons and don't do anything stupid, am I clear?" he asks.
"Yes, sir" is heard all around.
"Good, then we won't have any problems. You're all dismissed, get to class" he orders and everybody scampers.
Burt's threat made sure no incidents happened at Dalton, life went on, week after week, month after month, I pushed Kurt to his classes, lunch, to his room to a session with Kim, helped him with homework and on rehearsal days to the music room or common rooms. I saw some improvements but he was still not talking, not a peep, he still flinched at every touch and loud noise, he still took sleeping pills and I was beginning to feel frustrated.
Today however, was a big day, after two and a half months, Kurt's casts were coming off. And according to Kim we could begin to expect big improvements in the days following today, so I am excited. The first thing we all notices and did an imaginary happy dance to, was the small smile he gave Anthony when he asked if he was ready for the casts to be taken off. That happiness was crushed the minute Kurt discovered he had to have physical therapy for another month before being able to walk by himself.
That month was horrible, I was ready to pull my hair out; Kurt kept getting angry and frustrated by every fall or slip, at every helping hand and now the flinches were not out of fear but of anger at needing help to stand for long periods of time. The therapist kept saying it was something to be happy about, that at least Kurt was over the fear at being touched; the rest of us didn't see it that way. Kim however was firm, no screwing up that month, if you were angry or frustrated you took it outside, because according to her, it was just a matter of time before we heard something from Kurt but any wrong push and it would go to hell, so we endured.
Kurt was finally walking again, sure a little bit slow but extraordinary none the less; we had a private celebration the day it happened, after Kurt went to sleep of course. I was sure things were going great, I was proven wrong at Warbler practice that afternoon.
Jeff and Kurt enter the room, (Kurt had finally felt comfortable around his friends and was now able to be near them without freaking out); Kurt carrying his customary small whiteboard. Kim comes in after them and sits down in her corner seat, ready to step in if she sees something important going on with Kurt.
"Alright guys settle down" Wes yells "Sectionals are here again so we have to begin preparing and-"he shut up so fast, I would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that I was busy gaping at my boyfriend. Kurt had raised his hand, he had something to say. Finally! I think and turn to give Kurt my full attention.
"You have something to say Kurt?" Wes asks, his voice breaking a bit from the excitement.
Kurt nods and starts to write something neatly on the board, turning it towards the front when he's done, everyone staring at the words in silent shock. 'I want to leave the Warblers' was written in clear black marker.
"Wha—Why, Kurt?" David asks through the initial shock.
Kurt moves to erase his previous words and write the answer, but my patience has run out and the frustration, anger and desperation make me snap. "No, Kurt. No more boards" I say and take the board away. "You want to leave the warblers" I move to the front and slam the board on the council's table, the rest of the warblers knowing this was going to get nasty and more private silently exit the room, leaving Nick, Wes, Jeff, David, Gabe, Kim, Kurt and I alone "Then answer David's question"
"Blaine!" Kim snaps and stands up, moving to intervene, her yell snaps me out of it and I see Kurt trembling and clenching his fists and jaw. I curse and move to apologize but Wes grabs hold of my arm and shakes his head.
"You've done enough" he whispers angrily and we turn to see Kurt dropping his head and his shoulders beginning to shake. "Great you made him cry" he whispers just for me "I hope you're proud"
I'm about to push Wes away when laughter stops me dead in my tracks, cold laughter is leaving Kurt's mouth, he lifts his head and looks around the room with a cold eye, the other covered by a bandage he refuses to remove, even though the stitches have been removed. His gaze settles on me and he slowly stands up, clearing his throat. "You want to know why?" he says hoarsely form disuse. All our eyes going wide, none of us wanting to interrupt now, no matter what was about to happen, no one carrying if Kurt left the Warblers, as long as he kept speaking. "I'll tell you why, I don't want to be a Warbler because it's too damn hard, every day I see all of Dalton walk by me happily, laughing, living and it's okay because I don't know them well; but here, here, it's torture to see you all so damn happy, doing what brings you so much happiness, not worrying about anything but singing and I remember how I used to be, I see everything they took away from me, the old Kurt Hummel was destroyed by them and every day you remind me of that and I just can't take it anymore"
None of us know what to say so we look at the professional in the room, Kim clearing her throat and taking a couple of steps toward Kurt, stopping as soon as he twitched. "You can still have that Kurt, you can go back to being happy, you can sing again, the old Kurt Hummel may be gone but you can still do what always made you happy; you deserve to be happy Kurt, allow yourself to be happy once again" she smiles, the smile turning into a frown when Kurt laughs coldly again.
"That's the thing Kim, I don't. I don't deserve to be happy not after-" he cuts off and shakes his head, unable to keep going. "I just don't"
"Kurt, you were tortured for a month, haven't spoken for even longer because of fear, for nearly five months you've been back, don't you think it's enough, they're winning Kurt because you aren't living, you're stuck, stuck with them, so let them go and let yourself keep living" she tries again.
"You all think that?" he asks silently, looking around the room, getting nods from all. He looks at Gabe, his brother smiling and nodding, Kurt turns to me, I walk to him and whisper just for him to hear "You deserve to be happy love, you've suffered enough"
He steps away from me and removes his blazer "Let's see if you keep saying that" he says and begins to unbutton his shirt, the shirt soon follows the blazer to the floor, leaving Kurt in a tight black long sleeved shirt, thick leather bracelets on each wrist and the bandages around his neck and eye. He slowly reaches the bandages around his eye and takes if off, leaving his irritated scar for all to see, next the neck bandages come off, again leaving the scars on plain sight, his shirt and bracelets drop to the floor next. Some of the Warblers look away, not wanting to see how badly Kurt was hurt. "Eyes over here boys, take a good look, I remember how much every single wound hurt but I was still lucky"
"Kurt, please" Gabe steps forward, picking his shirt up "Stop"
"You wanted to know why I wouldn't move on, why I wouldn't talk, why I wouldn't let you touch me; I was getting there you know, but you had to push, you were so desperate to know, right?" his voice raises before taking a deep breath and continuing "They've already won Kim and not because I refuse to let them go, they won because she's never coming back"
"What?" I choke, not really wanting to know but knowing Kurt needed to talk about it.
"I wasn't alone there Blaine, a girl was there as well. She was already there when they got me, she was another way of keeping me there, they knew I wouldn't try to escape unless I took her with me, I could have escaped so many times but I wouldn't, I couldn't leave her there alone. You see they left her alone, they would torture me then drop me off in her room, to bond or whatever then take me out again, that's how it went but—" he takes a shuddering breath before continuing "But on the day I escaped, everything went wrong; they were holding me under freezing water when I accidentally split one of the guys lip, the water was so cold and it felt like a thousand nails every time I swallowed a bit of water, I couldn't stay still" he stops and runs his hand through his hair but taking hold of it, instead of letting go "The guys were so furious but they had orders and according to their boss, I had taken all the torture I could for the day, so they turned to Marissa, and apparently they would never hit a girl so they something worse" he sobs and sits down "They dragged me to her room and dropped me on the floor facing her and they-they-r-r-raped her in front of me, that's when I got this" he points to his scar on his face "I wouldn't open my eyes, so they made me. She kept screaming for me to help but I couldn't move, everything hurt so much and the guy was holding a knife to my neck, so I just screamed and cried with her but they guy who was r-r-r-raping her, he got tired of hearing her scream and beg to stop so he cut her to keep her quiet and it worked she kept whimpering and crying but kept quiet. After they were gone I crawled to her and covered her up again, that's when I notices the pool of blood." he stops and begins to sob, I move forward and take his shirt from Gabe and sit next to Kurt, I put his shirt back on before hugging him close, tightening my hold when he struggles
When he's finally calm and goo in my arms I ask "What happened?"
"The guy had been careless, he'd stabbed her on her side and she was bleeding out and she knew it, she kept saying everything was going numb and she began to tell me all she wanted me to do when I got out of there, she told me things she wanted me to tell her family and asked me to sing for her, she said she wanted to die listening to my beautiful voice" he laugh humorlessly at this "She asked me to sing 'Defying Gravity' so I did, I sat there with her head on my lap, holding her hand and singing as she bled out and when she finally stopped breathing I just left her there, I covered her up and made my escape, I just left her there"
"Kurt, look at me" I say "You do know that wasn't your fault, you did everything you could, you stayed there when she needed you, so honor her, live now that she's gone, don't let her death be for nothing and sing Kurt, your voice helped her not be scared, it gave her beauty and peace in that awful place, sing for both of you, be happy that you're alive and can kill the bastards that did that"
He smiles at this and shifts in my arms to get comfortable, leaning on my side he closes his eyes "I'll try" he whispers before falling asleep, emotionally exhausted.