Hi! Sorry for all the short chapters. I fins it difficult to write longer onces at the moment. I don´t know what it is. But I hope it´s good anyways! ^^ Read!
Kurt ran out the club, forcing himself not to cry. If he broke down now, he would never be able to stop. He snapped his head back and forth, searching for something, anything that could be of help to him. A way out of this never-ending nightmare that evolved itself around him. A way to stop his heart from beating frantically against his ribcage. A way for the rope to loosen just a little bit. He turned around and faltered. Out of a car stumbled a rather ragged looking man. A man, who´s curly hair and leather jacket looked immensely familiar.
The man was staggering towards the streetlamp closest to him, using it as support as he was leaning forward, coughing and laughing in turns.
He looked terrible, his hair was ruffled and damp with sweat and his face looked pale and a bit yellow and was also slick with sweat, his clothes was messy his deep voice was hoarse and broken.
Kurt watched him from afar, hearing once more the piecing laugh as it made it´s way towards Kurt´s ears.
It was a weird laugh. It wasn´t happy , but not sad either. It was kind of... Hysteric but amused in the same time. Like he was laughing at a private joke only he knew about. Kurt was intrigued to say the least, and he found himself wondering what the man was laughing about. It made him sad that such a beautiful voice was used to such a bitter laugh. Before he could think of it any further, the man swung around, facing the car that was currently driving off.
"YEAH, just leave you... HAHA. FUCKERS! YOUR DICKS TASTED LIKE ROTTEN FUCKING EGGS ANYWAY! HAH!" He broke down into coughs, only now it followed up with vomit. Kurt took a step back in disgust but took two forwards as the man fell to the ground, his knees finally giving in.
Kurt stopped, the two steps feeling more then enough now as he was cautiously watching the drunk man. Though by the looks of it, and Kurt was rather experienced in this area, he would say that there was something else then just alcohol involved. Kurt recognized this symptoms. The way you loose control completely, the way you can barely hold yourself upright, all your strengths gone. This makes you a easier target. Less threatening, less resistant. Usually you just lie there, taking whatever the person drugging you is giving you. You can do nothing about it. You just go along with it. It´s miracle the man was still standing and screaming like he was. It takes great will and power to do that. Or just a built up resistance.
Suddenly Kurt´s legs moved. Towards the man. He didn´t know what was happening or why he would get closer to someone that obviously was bad news. But he felt some kind of pull towards him. And gratitude.
"Excuse me... A-are you okay?" Kurt dared quietly. He wasn´t accustomed to use his voice. Especially not to strangers. His entire being was quivering, inside and out. But non the less – he continued.
"D-Do you need h-help?" The man in the leather jacket weakly turn his head at Kurt and made a face at him. Kind of growled... Snarled at him. Like a wounded animal trying to defend itself. Kurt took a step back.
"Urrgh... jus´.. FUCOFF!" The curly man managed when Kurt had ,incredibly enough, reached a hand out to help him up. The man lamely shoved Kurt´s hand away and by doing so, managed to fall forward, having lost his balance. Lying there, growling and snapping at Kurt whenever he tried to get closer and help him.
Kurt didn´t really understand the man´s behavior. He didn´t understand. Was this man a … Streetwalker? Was that why he so willingly took Kurt´s place from those guys? But what had that look meant when he was taken away? He shook his head, it didn´t matter at the moment. Kurt thought where he helplessly stood crouching a few feet away from the man, not knowing what to do. He felt the urge to help him. It felt like it was his duty... Like he owed him that. It made no sense.
"Please, y-you can´t just lie h-here, you´ll d-die from the cold. Do live near h-here?"
The man didn´t make any sign that he had heard him but stayed on the ground, closing his eyes with his hands covering his face. Then he started to laugh again, a breathless laugh, hollow, but still managing to be amused in some manner.
Kurt watched helplessly as the man sighed and turned to his side, using his hands as a pillow, like he was going to sleep. His forehead smotthen imidiatly, his face looking instantly more approchable. So calm and carefree. It was mesmerizing. But Kurt didn´t let himself be capture for long, and made his way towards the man, closing the short distance there had been between them. He hesitated for a short second, then laied a hand on the man´s shoulder, shaking him lightly.
"Hello? Wake up!" He began but the man stayed blissfully unaware of his voice, making Kurt panic a little for ever second that passed. What should he do? Surly he couldn´t just leave him there? He had saved him after all. And it would be the right thing to do, even if he hadn´t. Kurt looked around, searching for something or someone to help him, but found he was to afraid to ask anyone for help.
However that made sense he didn´t know. He coulnd´t ask a guard for help, but was mr. Hero when it came to a obviously aggressive, defensive, drugged, possibly a whore that he had no Idea who he was. He should be terrified. But somehow he wasn´t. He looked down at the dark curls, and thick eyebrows. Recognition made it´s way through him, leaving a sense of unease in his chest, but in the same time calm. It was a weird feeling.
It felt so unreal. The way he was so afraid, so uncertain and on the brick of anxiety, and still felt so safe, calm and unafraid.
He tried reaching out to the man again, though with a added sense of cautiousness.
"Wake up! You can´t lie here." He urged without success. He looked around again, and when he saw no one was around, he slapped the man in the face as hard as he dared. The man stirred, jerking up with a haunted look on his face, that soon faltered and turned into a tired one.
Kurt sighned in relife that he wasn´t dealing with a corpse, and took the man under his arm, trying to heave him up.
"Stand up, you can´t sit here." He said gently.
The man manage to stand up, seeming oblivious to what was going on, and on his way to falling asleep. Kurt started talking to him, saying random things in order to keep him awake. Because he wouldn´t be able to keep the man upright if he fell asleep. He was heavy enough as it was, and not he was atleast carrying 50% of his own weight. He made it to the end of the street, past the club area, and out in the open street. He dragged the man to the side of the street, and managed to get a hold of a cab. He shoved him inside and then sat down next to him, buckling their seat belts and continued talking to him, desperate to keep him awake.
"Did they drug you?" He dared quietly, though loud enough to make the stranger stop laughing randomly and twitch slightly, giving Kurt a slightly surprised look but it disappeared as soon as it came and he went back to laughing hollowly again. But on the bright side he looked a bit more awake then before.
"I´m surprised such a doll like you would know that." The man slurred slowly between his hollow laughs. "so have you been the drugied or the druger.?" He added with a jeer.
Kurt jaw dropped as he was momentarily baffled by the question. But soon got a hold of himself as he saw the man was leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Kurt immediately began talking, fearing the stranger would fall asleep.
"T-that´s hardly any of y-your bu-business." Kurt said, trying to sound confident and sassy like the old days, but failed pretty hard and was glad the man was to out of it to notice. "A-and I doubt you´ll r-remember anything I-I tell you in the morning any- anyway." The stranger gave him a snarky smirk. "So drugied then?" He turn around a threw up harshly in the bag the cab driver had provided him, then started coughing again. Kurt found that he really disliked the stranger, he was rude, mean and obviously in the kind of circles Kurt wanted to stay out of the most. But still, he couldn´t let go.
"Ehm.. A-are you... A..." Kurt stuttered, but was cut off before he got to say anything else.
"A whore?" The strangers said, his tone slightly sharper. "Why, wanna hire me?" He added with a wink. Kurt kept silent, just watching the stranger until he spoke again. He recognized this manner. Turning to humor and sarcasm was a known and well-used defense-mechanism.
"No. I´m not. I just like to getting fucked." The stranger finally said "Or being the one fucking, if that´s what you prefer." He winked again.
"urgh... I´m... Not even gonna answer that." Kurt said, waving his hand dismissively at the man making the him laugh slightly less hollowly. Kurt looked away, feeling incredibly embarrassed to get humiliated so easily by a drugged stranger. He didn´t have to think much more of it, when the driver suddenly pulled over, saying they were there. Kurt payed, and managed to get the man out the backseat. He seemed to be a bit more awake now, seeing as he was less heavy and carried most of his weight on his own to Kurt´s great pleasure. He was rather built. He stilled seemed out of it though, like he wasn´t really aware of that he this was real. So followed Kurt naively through the up the stairs and then stumbled inside his apartment.
Kurt felt his heart beginning to beat harder at the sight of another person inside his home. And a stranger at that. A moment of fear overtook him as the stranger made it´s way to the couch and in order to push the feeling away he began talking again.
"What´s your name?" He blurted as he began biting on his nails nervously.
"I´ll be whoever you want me to be baby." The man said with another one of his winks and suggestively touched his own lip with his finger, then moved it slowly down his body in a exaggerated way as he made a parody of the "come-hither" face. Kurt watched in incredulity, torn between crying and laughing. The way the man so clearly made fun of the "sexy" gesture rang a bell in Kurt´s mind, made a part of him remember something, someone. He stared intensely at the man trying to get his memories in order.
The man leaned back against the pillows resting his arms behind his head, smirking knowingly at Kurt. "Quit your drooling sweetheart, you´re making me all wet." He mumbled, closing his eyes and then opening them lazily again, like he was dozing of for a second.
"I wasn´t drooling." Kurt deadpanned, making the man blink a couple of times and then widening his eyes slightly, as if trying to keep them opened. Kurt continued.
"I was merely watching you. Your crude and indelicate behavior reminds me of someone. " Kurt stopped dead, surprised by the sassy comeback. It had been long since he had the confidence, courage and will to answer back to anyone.
This man made him feel something. Irritated, frustrated and even... Amused at times. And even though the man was constantly flirting with him and saying crude things and was remarkably bigger and stronger then him, he didn´t feel threatened. He felt... Safe. It was unnerving to say the least. Kurt hadn´t felt safe in 5 years.
Hey! So. What do you think? I know it´s really messy right now, I´ve been a real slob with this chapters and I´m really sorry xD But I hope you like it so far! They´ve finally met! Right? Yaaay! Please review and all, it makes me really happy and keeps me motivated. ^^,