Mainly A/U. Kurt left the mafia and the Hummel- Hudson alliance for a reason, only to find himself in an even worse place. Blaine is from a rival family and has been instructed to get close to Kurt in order to bring down the Hummel-Hudson alliance. Blaine is known for his emotional de-attachment that makes him perfect for the job; like his father Blaine wants the Anderson's on top and doesn't care if the outcome will hurt Kurt. Or so he thought.
Kurt doesn't want anything to do with Blaine, despite wanting to know him; there must be something that led to him being the way he is now. But Kurt can't associate himself with Blaine; Blaine wasn't a part of his world, yes he was a little rugged around the edges, but he wasn't meant for Kurt's life. Blaine was normal. Or so he thought.
Tiny bit of Sebastian/Blaine. But it is actually and technically all Klaine. Just so you know.
Also, in the first chapter Kurt's 'boyfriend' hasn't been given a name (on account of I can't think of one right now) so it may be confusing when 'He' is mentioned. Sorry. And yep, jumping on the mafia/badboy Blaine wagon, apologise for that as well seeing as my Blaine isn't actually all that bad come to think of it, more like flirty Blaine...
TRIGGERS and WARNINGS: Language (F word etc), dark themes. Slightly dark or BadBoy Blaine, but frankly he has his reasons. Violence / abuse. Possession, NOT D/S. Attempted suicide. Illness, but nothing major. Possible smut later on. Warnings will change from chapter to chapter. M for a reason.
A/N: Okay, sometimes you go to that moody place where you want to be slightly depressing. Of course this won't always be dark and gloomy and will, obviously be happy as well. This may be like a mess of a plot and really random, this is my AU after all, but bare with me. My first time writing/ showing something like this so please be nice.
Thank you.
Before Kurt even thought about starting his shift at 'Tires and Lube', he had to make a trip home and assess the damage. Luckily no one was there which meant there would be no questions and Kurt had been in that awkward situation before. He learned quickly not to make the same mistake twice. He hated the questions. He hated the pain more, but frankly he deserved it.
Kurt swore as he saw his face in the mirror. He lightly ran his finger tips along his jaw where a bruise was slowly beginning to form. Well that's just great. Kurt had told him that if he was going to hit him, at least make it in a slightly more inconspicuous place. Albeit the large bruise in Kurt's side was probably more obvious but thankfully it wouldn't be on full display.
Kurt decided to grab a bag of ice from the freezer in the kitchen. Hopefully it'll numb the pain and bring down the swelling enough for Kurt to apply any makeup. Kurt winced as he placed the ice over his jaw. Why did he allow this relationship to go on when all Kurt ever was, was yelled at and beaten?
Because he's the only one you'll ever get in this town, because he can protect you and you love him and all the times he's sweet to you make up for the hurt. At least that's what Kurt kept telling himself. It was a lie. A lie to make it seem that he wasn't with him just because he had to be. It seemed no matter what happened Kurt would still be amongst violence. And all that effort to keep out of all this and he goes and sells himself to one of them.
When the pain had slowly subsided, Kurt put the ice away and made his way back to his room. He stared in the mirror noticing the cold had brought out most of the bruise before reaching for his concealer. He'd had a lot of practice with this and now it was as if his skin had remained flawless when he had finished. Perfect. Now to get changed into his work clothes and head down to the shop.
"Father, you asked to see me?" Blaine entered his father's darkened office.
Blinds had been closed over the windows to give them both some privacy. A large mahogany desk occupied the middle of the room, a bookcase filled with encyclopaedias, science books, books on theology and more standing on its shelves to the desks right. A globe was perched on a filing cabinet with a large map above it covered in thumb tacks and red marker. In fact, the office would be like any other if it weren't for the weapons littered around the room.
"Please, take a seat Blaine." Mr Anderson indicated the plain chair in front of his own rather impressive looking, leather brown one. Mr Anderson liked the difference in size. It showed his underlings that they were just that. Beneath him.
Blaine shifted into the chair, slouching lazily against the back, an arm hanging behind him. "What's this all about?" Blaine said evenly.
Mr Anderson slid a photo across his desk and Blaine looked at it with confusion.
"Go on, pick it up." Mr Anderson ordered.
Frowning, Blaine took the photo in his hands and studied it. It showed a boy of around Blaine's age, his arms crossed and eyes mid roll as a short brunette seemed to be talking at him. It had been a reconnaissance photo so it was a little blurred. From what Blaine could make out, the boy himself was the main focus of the photograph. He had chocolate brown hair, his fringe styled so it was out of the way. Red skinny jeans hugged his legs along with a black button up shirt tucked into them and a red waistcoat to complete the outfit. Blaine whistled.
"You know him?" His father asked.
"Not that I know of, because if I did I'd have done him already and I'm pretty sure I'd remember a body like that."Blaine licked his bottom lip thoughtfully.
His father ignored him and carried on. "Have you heard of the Hummel-Hudson's family?"
Blaine looked as if his father had asked him if the sky was blue. "Well yeah, they're the ones on top at the moment even if the original boss's retired now. That T-rex of a dude is next in line right? Finn wasn't it?" Blaine put the photo down and looked expectantly at his father.
"Correct. Burt may have been the reason his family was on top, but now he's stepped down this is the perfect opportunity for us to take the top spot in the running of this place and for that I need your help."
Blaine looked serious, sitting bolt upright; it wasn't often his father asked him to do anything for the family. "Sir?"
"See that boy in the photo? That's Burt's son, Kurt."
Blaine looked back at the photo. "I didn't know Burt had a son. Only his step son, Finn."
"You wouldn't know about him because Kurt left the mafia and has refused to be a part of it ever since. He even demanded he get sent to public school rather than a private one. This is why Burt tended not to advertise his existence seeing as it'd be dangerous for a mafia boss' kid to be walking around without proper training and protection." It was true; most children of the mafia went to special private schools. Blaine himself goes to Dalton.
"How can your father be the head of the world's most notorious mafia group and you to not be in the mafia? It doesn't make any sense. Is it even possible to not be involved for such a length of time?" Blaine shook his head.
"Apparently so." Blaine's father said bluntly. "Now there's not a lot we know about Kurt, but we're pretty sure he's the way into the Hummel-Hudson family. Finn really looks out for Kurt so it seems. I want you to get to know Kurt by any means possible. It'll be easier to persuade him seeing as he's less likely to mistrust anybody as he's technically outside the mafia. Get in with Kurt, get in with the family and help us break it down from the inside."
Blaine studied the photo of Kurt again, a smug smile playing at his lips. "I can use any means?"
Mr Anderson sat back in his chair, lacing his fingers together. "I know you like your whores Blaine, be they female or male. If you can get that boy like a puppet in the palm of your hand you can do whatever the hell you like."
Blaine's smile widened. Blaine liked playing with pretty little things like Kurt. He was going to make the boy melt; he was going to remove those tight pants of his and use him. Use him as he did the others; he broke boys like Kurt everyday and the outcome? The Anderson's will be on top.
"You've got yourself a deal." Blaine agreed.
Kurt was supposed to be on his break but found himself having to cover at the front desk, but hey, doesn't mean he can't eat. He bit down into his sandwich as he turned over the page of his vogue magazine. One arm was resting across the desk, the other that was holding his sandwich was propped up on his elbow. He didn't like using chairs because it made him feel lazy so instead he just leant forward allowing his hips to wave about as he hummed a small tune. A sharpened pencil rested behind his ear ready to use if anyone should come in and he had to make an appointment.
Kurt barely batted an eye as a curly haired someone sauntered into the shop, his hands in his pockets as he studied his surroundings. The guy coughed, looking at Kurt who still didn't seem to be paying much attention.
"I got a car that needs fixing."Blaine stated.
The boy behind the desk finally looked up at Blaine, his face neutral as he took a bite of his sandwich and slowly chewed. He shrugged and went back to his magazine.
Blaine frowned. He watched as Kurt's hips moved, at the curve of his body and the thought of just how flexible Kurt must be. Totally do-able.
"I said, I've got a car that needs fixing." Blaine said again.
Kurt sighed, staring at Blaine with his green eyes. Blaine smirked as he took in Kurt's pale skin, soft pink lips and elf like ears. The boy was cute, Blaine reasoned, pretty even.
"I'm on my break but I can take an appointment." Kurt blinked, straightening up and removing the pencil from behind his ear. He brought out a notebook and flipped some of the pages over, licking the end of his pencil before biting softly at his bottom lip and scanning for a time slot. Blaine thought he looked so innocent, so easy to break.
"It shouldn't take very long." Blaine tried.
Kurt looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Name?"
"Anderson. Look I need to be in Westerville like, now..." Blaine knew Kurt was on his own in the shop. The other employees were out and this would be the perfect time to work his moves on Kurt.
"Lima's a long way away for you to be." Kurt looked unimpressed. "But I'm sorry; nobody will be back for another hour, and the earliest I can get you in for is four pm."
Blaine ran his fingers through his hair, acting out that he was frustrated, which to some extent he was. "Damn, my dad is going to rip me a new one." Blaine muttered, making sure Kurt could hear.
Kurt's face softened and he moved from behind the desk. "I guess I could take a quick look at it."
Blaine faked relief. "Thanks err..."
"Kurt." Kurt smiled warmly. "Your car's out front right?"
Blaine studied Kurt's backside as he walked past him. He liked the way Kurt's jeans hugged nicely around his slender frame and the way he moved. So delicate yet poised. Good guys like Kurt couldn't resist a bad guy like Blaine. This was going to be easy.
Kurt got up from bending under the car's hood. Blaine was instantly disappointed. The view had been amazing from where he was.
"That should just about do it." Kurt dusted his hands together, closing the bonnet on his work.
"Are you gay?" Blaine lifted his head up; taking a drag of the cigarette he had lit to pass the time whilst he admired Kurt.
Kurt froze. "Is that a problem?" Kurt frowned.
Blaine inhaled deeply before dropping his cigarette to the floor and scraping it out with his boot. He made his way over to Kurt who backed into Blaine's car.
"No. I'm just curious." Blaine smirked at Kurt's discomfort.
"It's kind of obvious, don't you think?" Kurt crossed his arms.
Blaine moved in closer, placing a hand on either side of Kurt's body, keeping him against the car. "You know you're pretty hot."
"I have a boyfriend." Kurt glared. "So back off."
Blaine just pressed his body against Kurt's, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "But your boyfriend isn't me you know. I'm so much more... talented."
Kurt crinkled up his nose. "Duly noted." he shoved at Blaine's chest so that he had better breathing space but Blaine barely batted an eyelid.
"Nice makeup by the way." Blaine licked his thumb before running it along Kurt's jaw, pressing painfully into his bruise, revealing it. "Get beat up a lot? A target for the bullies are you?" Blaine traced his fingers across the purpling mark.
Kurt slapped Blaine's hand. "For someone who's just had their car fixed you sure are ungrateful!" Kurt snarled. "Besides, this isn't a bullying bruise; they're in a completely different place!" Kurt winced, instantly regretting that last sentence.
Blaine looked amused. "I'm quite curious as to where the bullying bruise is." Blaine's eyes flashed. "Maybe I could check it out for you?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you but, hobbits don't excite me." Kurt spat.
"Is that so?" Blaine moved closer again, gripping Kurt's waist as his mouth pressed against Kurt's neck. He ran his tongue against Kurt's skin, sucking at it, making Kurt moan softly.
"Please stop!" Kurt cried, more to himself then to Blaine as he felt himself lose some control.
Blaine refused to pull away even as Kurt began to struggle. He bit down, sucking Kurt's skin, teasing it with his teeth before licking round the newly formed hickey and standing back. "You know Kurt, I have no preference, I'm mainly straight but when I saw you I just couldn't resist."
Kurt let his hand fly to his neck as he forced Blaine's hands away. "You arsehole." He said in almost a whisper.
"You liked it Kurt, don't lie." Blaine chuckled.
"You don't understand, he's going to kill me!" Kurt shouted at him.
Blaine was taken aback, but he didn't care. Why should he? "Come on Kurt, don't be a prude."
"Damn it." Kurt wasn't paying attention anymore. He was running back into the shop to find a mirror, checking his neck. "Shit, I am so dead." Kurt whimpered.
Blaine frowned at him. Did Blaine care? He had solely marked Kurt for the purpose of freaking the kid out. It had worked more than he expected and now he felt... guilty? "Kurt?"
"Just go so I can fix your stupid mess!" Kurt shouted at him.
Blaine shrugged. "You don't really want me to leave." Kurt just glared at him.
"Come anywhere near me again and I'll be the one ripping you a new one!" Kurt threatened.
"You want me, everybody wants me. Maybe I can have you as my new whore, what do you think? Or maybe a mistress?" Blaine smirked.
"Just go!"
Kurt had hoped he wouldn't have noticed if he put makeup over the hickey and wore a scarf. He had the right mind not to show up but that would have also been the wrong move. But Kurt couldn't fool him, not in the slightest and he knew all their tricks, instantly ripping the scarf from Kurt's neck when he saw it. The moment he had caught a glimpse at the makeup (Kurt was wearing it often enough for him to tell) he had forcefully cleaned it away and what happened after that...
Kurt gently ran his fingers along the band-aid he'd had to place just above his collar bone and sighed. He closed his locker door and made his way to Glee. School was good. School was normal and that's all Kurt had ever wanted to be. He didn't mind the bullies he sort of hated the slushies and he was too good for the classes but still, he preferred it this way.
"Kurt!" Finn caught up with him followed closely by Puck. Burt had made sure that if Kurt was going to go to public school he should at least have someone to protect him. Of course Kurt didn't tell his dad his 'protectors' were his bullies at some point but hey, Kurt digressed.
"What's up? Need me to check the numbers again?" Kurt asked, shifting the weight of his bag slightly. His shoulder still hurt from last night and the hard locker shove he had received that morning hadn't helped.
"Erm actually, I was wondering if I could ask you for a... different favour." Finn shuffled his feet slightly.
Kurt stopped and narrowed his eyes, lowering his voice slightly. "What kind of a favour?"
Finn looked around to make sure the halls were empty. "You know the rival Glee club, the Garglers?"
"Warblers." Kurt corrected.
"Who cares, it's all gay anyway!" Puck threw his hands up as Finn shushed him.
"We think they may be an elitist branch for a family, training to be like, a special force or something. We think they may be planning to over throw the Hummel-Hudson alliance." Finn explained.
"Finn, you know I have nothing to do with the Mafia, even my boyfriend knows that and keeps me and the two things separate so why are you even bothering me with this?" Kurt stopped Finn.
"Because everyone in the mafia world doesn't know who you are, they think you're dead whereas me and Puck here..."
"Sup." Puck raised a hand.
"Are too recognisable."
"I said no Finn and that's final." Kurt began to walk away.
"Please Kurt, I'm only asking you to check 'em out. Just pretend you're spying on them for the Glee club competition or something."
Kurt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine, but you owe me."
"Thanks Kurt!" Finn beamed, patting Kurt on the back where a particularly large bruise was.
Kurt winced.
"Kurt?"
"It's fine." It wasn't fine.
Kurt tried his best at making a disguise at such a short notice. It wasn't his best work but it'd have to do. He was just playing the part of a naive, totally not related to the mafia in anyway, Glee club rival. Being perfect would mean he'd stand out too much. Besides, like Finn had said, no one knew who he was here anyway. At least that's what he thought.
The moment Kurt stopped the guy in front of him, took off his glasses and smiled was the moment he instantly regretted.
"Why hello there." Blaine smirked.
Kurt winced. He hadn't recognised Anderson (he didn't know his first name) because his curls had been gelled down. Wait, if this school was part of the mafia would that mean Anderson was a mafia kid? Kurt shook his head; these private schools did have normal students after all and Anderson couldn't be part of the mafia, why would he come to have his car fixed at 'Tires and Lube' when there were people in families who would do it for free?
"Fuck." Kurt turned to leave but that Anderson boy grabbed his arm and yanked him down the stairs allowing Kurt to crash into his chest. Anderson snaked an arm around his waist and leant his chin on Kurt's shoulder, rubbing circular motions into Kurt's hip with his thumb.
"I knew you couldn't stay away Kurt." He purred mockingly.
Kurt noticed no one seemed to be paying them any attention which just lead Kurt to believe this sort of thing happened all the time. He squirmed out of Anderson's arms and turned to glare at him. "As if I'd want to see you Anderson, since you got me into trouble!" Kurt hissed.
"Please, call me Blaine. And if you're not here to see me then why are you here?" Blaine looked curious.
"No particular reason." Kurt growled.
"Sure, and you being a part of a rival show choir has nothing to do with this huh?" Blaine crossed his arms looking unconvinced.
"You... how did... are you stalking me?" Kurt spluttered out in disbelief.
"Now, Kurt, why would I want to that?" Blaine smiled cockily. Blaine didn't need to stalk Kurt. The information had been given to him before his 'mission' properly started. It was never good to leap before you look; these things needed planning therefore facts about his target needed to be learnt.
Annoyed, Kurt shouldered past Blaine but stopped as Blaine took hold of his wrist.
"I'm guessing you'd prefer it if I showed you the way." Blaine stated. "Wouldn't want to be caught somewhere... uncomfortable. Plus I wouldn't want you to get lost and miss my performance."
"You sing?" Kurt looked surprise.
"You sing?" Blaine mimicked the question.
"Good point. Fine, I'll let you lead the way but after that you're leaving me alone. Got that?" Kurt demanded.
"Sure thing." Blaine held out his hand to Kurt. Kurt looked at it quizzically for a second, before gracefully taking it. Blaine's palms were warm, his fingers rough but gentle and somehow Kurt liked the feel of them. It had been a long time since he felt such a soft touch. Kurt shook his head, banishing the thoughts from his mind.
"Come on." Blaine lightly tugged him, his features playful and not at all as smug as they had been before.
Kurt was awe struck by Blaine and the Warblers. He loved the way Blaine's voice sounded, how Blaine smiled at him and danced playfully. Kurt didn't know what Finn was on about, the Warblers couldn't possibly be an elitist branch group they were all just so... charming. Kurt couldn't help but grin, he was enjoying himself and the fact that their Glee club was so popular just made Kurt feel so warm inside. It almost made him forget that Blaine was a complete and total jerk. Almost.
Blaine smirked to himself. If he hadn't caught Kurt when he had, god knows what would have happened to him in this school. Of course there was the fact that Kurt was classed as a civilian so the boys in Dalton would just act like normal private school students. It was true the Warblers were dangerous and Kurt would have been way over his head had they found out who he was before Kurt left. Kurt looked extremely innocent, and innocence is what these boys fed off of.
Blaine caught Wes and David's eye. He could see they were both thinking the same thing. 'Intruder, spy'.
Blaine watched as Kurt fidgeted nervously with his coffee cup.
"So, care to tell us the real reason why you're here?" Wes began, looking pointedly at Kurt who refused to make any eye contact.
Blaine noticed the way Kurt ran his fingers lightly along his collar bone when he was stressed. Blaine also noticed how much Kurt had liked his singing. He smiled at that fact but quickly shook the feeling away.
"We're waiting." David tapped his foot, agitated.
"I came to check out the competition okay?" Kurt shifted uneasily.
"You know it's kind of dangerous for you to be here, right?" Wes pointed out.
Kurt's eyes widened. "W-what do you mean?" Kurt stuttered. He once again clutched at his collar bone.
"You're a spy Kurt; you can't possibly think you'll get out of here without any repercussions." David said.
Kurt shook slightly. "G-go on then." Kurt invited. "You're going to beat me up right? Then do it."
Wes and David looked at each other in shock. Why would Kurt think they were going to beat him up? They just wanted some information that's all. Violence was only for those who were the enemy, and Kurt certainly did not look like the enemy, more like a lost and out of place little boy. It was rare to get outsiders who weren't in the mafia at Dalton, but it did happen occasionally.
Blaine stepped in. "You guys go, I'll talk to Kurt."
Wes and David looked at him. They knew that expression and if it was anything to go by they weren't sure whether they should leave Kurt in Blaine's presence alone. Kurt didn't know about the mafia after all and it'd be like taking the lamb to the slaughter. They shrugged either way. It was the kid's fault for coming to Dalton without proper research in the first place. Blaine was unmerciful and Kurt was definitely in for a shock.
"And then there were two." Blaine smiled once Wes and David were gone.
"What do you want from me Blaine?" Kurt asked, looking tired.
Blaine stood up, walking over to Kurt and spinning his chair round, leaning both his hands on the arms of Kurt's chair, trapping him in place. "You don't want to mess with the Warblers Kurt." He cooed. "We're bad news."
"Sure Blaine." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Trust me; I know worse people then a bunch of spoilt rich kids." Suddenly his scared child act was gone and Blaine realised that that's all Kurt did. Act. Blaine smiled to himself. It looked like Kurt was a mafia boss's son after all.
"What happened to being frightened Kurt?" Blaine moved his knee up, pushing between Kurt's thighs and leaning against the seat of the chair.
"Please," Kurt scoffed, "I just want to leave without any hassle, I know you already know what I'm like, so there's no point pretending is there? Your friends however... I'm guessing they're the type to actually feel guilty when hurting someone like me." Kurt tried to get up but failed completely once Blaine pushed him back down with a hand on Kurt's chest. He gasped as Blaine moved his knee further between Kurt's legs, leaning forward so his mouth was inches away from Kurt's ear.
"Sure Kurt, I believe you." Blaine whispered against Kurt's skin, lifting up a hand and running it across Kurt's shoulder inching it down towards the collar bone Kurt seemed to like so much. "I believe you're totally stronger then the act you put on, or is this strong Kurt the act? Shall we test it out?"
Blaine slipped his hand into Kurt's shirt, stroking his skin and moving dangerously close to... Kurt slapped his hand away, replacing it with his own. "Don't." Kurt almost sobbed eyes wide and staring.
Blaine frowned. He forced Kurt's hand away, Kurt trembling beneath his touch as he seemed to be petrified. Blaine ignored this and made to slowly unbutton Kurt's shirt just enough to reveal the band-aid Kurt had placed above the bone there. Blaine ran his fingers across the material, earning a shiver from Kurt who was still unable to move. Cautiously, Blaine began to remove it, Kurt cringing at the hurt it caused.
What was revealed made Blaine's breath hitch. There, before his eyes, were tiny neat letters carved intricately into Kurt's skin, just about scabbing over, the wound fairly recent.
"Mine." Blaine murmured.
"His." Kurt choked.
Blaine pulled away. "Kurt, what is this?"
Kurt finally snapped out of his daze and stood up, turning red with anger. "It was your stupid fault! If you hadn't given me that god damned hickey it wouldn't have happened!"
"Kurt, who did that to you?" Blaine felt as if knots were tying themselves in his stomach.
"You don't care. All you want is to get into my pants and you know what?" Kurt hastily did up his shirt, grabbing his bag and swinging it over his shoulder. "I belong to someone else." Kurt made to leave the room but Blaine stopped him.
"Kurt I... please." Blaine looked guiltily at Kurt. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah well, you should have thought about that before you gave me the hickey." And with that Kurt stormed out of the room.
"He's cute."
Blaine spun round to see where the voice had come from, moments later grinning widely as Sebastian walked forward, a cup of coffee in hand.
"A bit delicate for your taste though, he won't last long." Sebastian observed taking a swig of coffee as Blaine reached out to bring him closer.
"He doesn't have to last long; just long enough for me to infiltrate the Hummel- Hudson family. After that I can break him however I choose." All guilt of seeing that word in Kurt's skin had gone. He couldn't get emotionally attached, it was only a job and if Kurt got hurt then so be it. Blaine wanted his family on top and Kurt was the ladder.
"He's a Hudson then?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he let a hand wonder up and down Blaine's side.
"Hummel." Blaine corrected, brushing his lips against Sebastian's neck.
"Underling?"
"Burt's son actually." Blaine pulled back to assess Sebastian's surprised expression. "But he's not in the mafia and likewise he thinks I'm not. He's probably not as delicate as we think actually."
"Ooo, a challenge. You tend to like challenges don't you Blaine?" Sebastian teased, moving out of Blaine's reach. "Can't let him catch you flirting with other people now, he'll realise you're a slut and boys like him hate sluts."
"Yeah but you don't." Blaine pointed out. "Speaking of you, I'm pretty sure there's an empty class room around somewhere."
"You can't keep coming to me whenever you can't find someone in time to fill your sex need Blaine. No matter how hot you are." Sebastian leant against a wall eyeing Blaine up and down.
"You haven't complained before."
"Yes well, your little porcelain doll probably hasn't left the building yet and you are so much better when you've been deprived for a long time. I can wait." Sebastian smirked.
"I can't."
No! No! No! Kurt couldn't let this happen, not now not ever, Kurt couldn't allow himself to connect to anybody, not while his shackles were this tight. Kurt had just about managed to persuade him to let him have friends, to let him still live with his dad and Carole and Finn. If he found out about Kurt's growing feelings...
"NO!" Kurt shouted as he slammed his hands against the sink. His heart was pounding as he remembered Blaine's gentle hands flit across the band-aid; at his concerned expression when he saw what lay beneath... no, he hated Blaine, Blaine was a player and an arsehole and from another world, a normal world. Blaine wouldn't be able to understand. Besides, Blaine wasn't good for Kurt. Kurt wasn't good for him. Kurt wasn't good for anybody, not like this. He had sold himself, sold himself for selfish reasons and this was a burden he had to bare alone.
Kurt ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the loose strands as his stomach twisted, burning with pain and desire. He wanted to cry. So long had Kurt thought he was in the clear, that he'd never feel this way again, but now, after one measly soft touch, Kurt was falling fast.
Turning on the faucet, Kurt ran the cold water, filling up the sink before turning off the tap with trembling fingers. He dipped his hands into the bowl and splashed the icy liquid onto his face, gasping at the wakeup call it gave him. He patted his face dry with a towel before staring at his reflection in the mirror. He brushed his finger tips across it. His face was paler than normal; the large bruise as clear as day. He looked ill.
"Oh Kurt, what are you going to do with yourself?" He asked his reflection before sighing. If his father knew... if anyone knew what Kurt had done... Kurt coughed loudly, bending over the sink and retching.
The sound of knuckles against the bathroom door made Kurt jump.
"Kurt babe, you've been in there long enough, its time you came out." A voice instructed.
"Y-yes, just a second!" Kurt called out, hastily pulling out the plug and running to unlock the door.
The water in the sink swirled round creating a miniature whirlpool before completely emptying away all signs of Kurt's sickness.
"You break him?" Nick inquired as soon as Blaine entered the room and sat down, taking out his Italian text book.
"What?" Blaine raised an eyebrow. "No, why? Wait, who are we talking about?"
"That boy, all signs point to you having done stuff. One, you've returned looking like you've been dragged through a bush backwards, two, David and Wes stupidly left him alone with you and three, you've been craving someone to fuck for the past week and he seemed like an easy target." Jeff explained.
Blaine snorted whilst flicking through his textbook to get to the right page. "No."
Wes and David gave each other confused looks. This wasn't like Blaine, he should've tapped that by now, unless... "Not a virgin then Blaine?" David asked.
Blaine blanched, dropping his text book to glare at the guy. "You know, he probably is a virgin actually, and for your information I don't just have sex with virgins thank you very much."
"Is this your 'intuition'" Jeff rolled his eyes, adding in air quotes for emphasis.
"As a matter of fact, yes." Blaine nodded. Blaine was pretty sure that by the way Kurt had acted he was definitely not in a sexual relationship. A possessive one maybe, but not sexual. That of course was going to change.
"You love being the one to take it Blaine, so why the sudden stop?" Nick pulled himself up onto the table, managing to sit on Thad's book. Apparently the guy had been so quiet nobody had even noticed him there.
"Do you guys mind? Some of us are training to be mafia bosses, Blaine included if he wasn't too busy whoring himself about." Thad growled, yanking his book out from under Nick resulting in him falling to the floor.
"Thad had a point there guys, it's about time I start taking my studies seriously and me leaving Kurt alone is my first step into giving up my sex addiction." Blaine declared.
Everyone went silent and stared.
"What?" Blaine frowned.
"Dude, did you see the legs on that guy, and that face. Are you like, blind, he was easy Blaine, perfect for you. Oh yeah, and totally hot!" Jeff cried, shocked at Blaine's lack of action towards the boy.
"Please Jeff, why don't you go after him if you think he's so great." Blaine challenged.
"I'd love to. If I was gay. Listen Blaine, if this is about Sebastian then I can safely say he's not going to take you, let's face it..."
Blaine ran a hand down his face and sighed. "This isn't about Sebastian and besides, I'm completely over him already."
"Sure Blaine, and I transform into a cat at night." Jeff scoffed.
"There's no shame in admitting you actually love someone Blaine." David leant forward, touching Blaine's hand reassuringly.
Blaine yanked it away and glared. "I don't love him. He's just an easy fuck when I want it alright? Besides, in this line of work you're not open to love unless it's acting. Love is a weakness and I'm not stupid enough to fall for it." For some strange reason he thought of Kurt as he said this. He quickly banished the thought from his mind, no way could he be thinking about the boy at this time; he only met him a couple of days ago.
"Blaine, you can't deny it!" Wes protested.
Blaine stood up, his chair scraping back loudly. "The only love a mafia boss should have are his mistresses and his liquor." He snapped. "So piss off and leave me alone."
Blaine picked up his books and shoved them in his bag, angrily zipping it up before storming out of the study room.
"It's sad, but it's true." Thad mumbled.
"I just worry about him sometimes." David admitted, looking at the space Blaine used to occupy.
"Trust me David, we all do." Nick agreed.
"So Kurt, coming to Glee club?" Mercedes asked, walking alongside Kurt as they exited their last period of the day.
Kurt shook his head. "Sorry 'Cedes, I'm working tonight, I've already told Mr Schue that I'm needed there and he understands I need the money so..."
"Kurt, sectionals is only weeks away, you can't afford to take time off!" Rachel joined the two, having just overheard what Kurt had said. "Albeit I'll have finally lost my only competition within the group, but we're still a team!"
Mercedes coughed loudly. "Seriously, your only competition?"
Kurt laughed. "Come on girls, you're both amazing singers so you should just stop it. Remember our sleep overs? Maybe we should have another one at some point, I miss those."
"Yeah, we do too; just you seem so busy all the time." Mercedes huffed. "With your arsehole of a boyfriend."
"Mercedes, honestly, he treats me perfectly well." Kurt hid his unease behind a smile. If only they knew. But then again they could never know; Kurt did this to keep them safe after all.
"Seriously Kurt, you may be better at hiding it now, but we can see he's hurting you emotionally." Rachel interjected. "I-I mean if I was in your shoes I'd of kicked him to the curb right now."
"No, if you were in Rachel's shoes you would have cheated on him with Puck by now." Mercedes rolled her eyes at Rachel's glare. "He's an older man as well; this can't be good for you."
"I'm fine guys, really, happy even." Kurt insisted. "Well we're at the choir room now so..."
"Are you sure you don't want to come Kurt, I'm sure your dad won't mind." Mercedes tried.
"That's the thing, I would, but I'm actually doing over time at my other work place." Kurt explained.
"Which we still don't know about." Rachel jumped in. "Come on Kurt, what's so bad that we can't know?"
Kurt just waved them away. "Hurry up, Mr Schue is waiting for his two favourite divas."
Rachel and Mercedes gave up and waved Kurt goodbye before disappearing into the club room. As soon as they were gone, Kurt sighed and let his face drop. They were suspicious, they knew something was up and Kurt couldn't hide it from his two best friends forever. He was already having a tough time hiding this from his dad.
His boyfriend. Yes he was an older man and Kurt worked for him which was the reason why he couldn't tell Merceds and Rachel. No, Kurt belonged to him because he was too scared to do anything else. He couldn't ask his dad for help; he couldn't ask the family for help because technically he wasn't a part of it anymore. He left for a reason. Of course even that reason was stupid seeing as he landed himself in an even worse situation. Kurt could honestly say he was stuck.
Kurt's feet echoed ominously along the corridors, reminding him of how alone he really was. There was no one, he had to rely on himself and now he felt he couldn't even do that anymore. Slowly he pressed against the heavy doors leading outside, groaning at his muscle pain then wincing at the cold air as it smacked into his face. It was then that he decided he wanted to walk to work. Maybe this feeling of numbness brought by the sudden chill of the season would sober him up.
It had only been five minutes next to a busy road that made the idea spring to mind. He could make this all disappear, everything. He didn't want to be a burden anymore. He hurt. All there was was pain and the bitter disappointment he saw in his father's eyes. The torture his friends would have to endure if he finally found he couldn't take things anymore and broke his contract. The beatings the harsh words, being treated like an object, everything would be gone. He was sick anyway; going a little earlier wouldn't make much difference.
Blaine was pissed. His friends were all morons and needed to keep their noses out of his business. Who cares if he hadn't taken Kurt there and then? Because hell, he had wanted to. He had wanted to wipe that stupid 'I am better than you' expression right off his pretty face. That was until he had seen it. The warning look from Kurt's eyes, pleading him not to go further.
Blaine ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tapping agitatedly against the steering wheel as he made his way to that little coffee shop he loved so much. This wasn't going to be an easy job. That Kurt guy definitely wasn't going to trust Blaine as easily as his father had hoped. Kurt had been in a mafia group once upon a time, he wasn't stupid.
Blaine growled in frustration. He liked the easy jobs, why did this stupid boy have to come with so many issues? He wanted to get in, get out then get the acknowledgement from his father that he deserved. Once the Andersons were on top they'd be calling the shots and the Hummel – Hudson alliance will be at their mercy. They will be the underlings. And maybe, just maybe, Blaine will still get to keep Kurt as one of his 'on the sides'. That's it Blaine, no more compassion, just hard, emotionless tactics. Kurt is the prey, he's going to one day be one of your very many playthings to choose from, stop thinking like him as a person, that's what will get you killed in this world.
As Blaine was joining the traffic up onto the bridge, he spotted something that made him break hard.
Kurt felt like he was going to be sick. He got this feeling many times, but this was new, this was more violent and the heat spreading through his body was almost unbearable as he swayed about slightly on his feet, reaching out to grab the hand rail on his right side. Kurt clutched his forehead and moaned, the traffic next to him obscenely loud and the cars below adding a sort of surround sound.
Wait, the cars below?
With unsteady hands, Kurt peered over the railing he was holding onto. It was then that he realised he was standing on a bridge that overlooked the oncoming traffic moving at such a fast pace it made Kurt feel dizzy again. Maybe this was his chance. He had to do this before his mind came back to him, before he chickened out like he did his whole life. This could be an end to it all. The bullying, the secrets, the danger facing his friends but mostly the shame and that bastard's hold over Kurt.
Kurt placed one trembling foot up on the railing, testing its hardness beneath his boot. He pressed down slightly before allowing his next foot to join the other. Another rail and he would be able to put one leg over and jump. Just one more.
Blaine didn't care that they were beeping their horns at him; he quickly unbuckled his seat belt and flung open the car door, almost stumbling as he did.
One man leaned out of his window to gesture obscenely at Blaine and yell at him.
"Shut the fuck up, nobody's moving anyway!" Blaine shouted at him. But this wasn't the time to get into fights with the public people; he was still too far away from where he desperately need to be.
Kurt was balancing on the upper most railing now feeling freer than he had ever felt before. So this was what it felt like to have control of your own life? This is what it meant to be in charge of yourself. He had this power.
Kurt breathed in. He was going to do it.
He leant forward anticipating the drop only to get a stabbing pain on either side of his waist.
Blaine had sprinted as fast as he could, reaching Kurt just as he was about to fall, clamping his hands around Kurt's waist and dragging him backwards with such a force that Blaine ended up on his bum, Kurt crashing into his lap.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you fucking stupid?" Blaine shouted at Kurt.
Kurt's glazed over expression began to come into focus. He looked up as if seeing Blaine for the first time. "Blaine? What are you doing here?"
"Kurt, did you know you were about to jump?" Blaine's voice softened on seeing Kurt's confused expression.
Kurt frowned looking from Blaine to the railing by the bridge, to Blaine again. "I-I..." Kurt pushed away from Blaine slightly, realisation having finally dawned on him. He was going through several different emotions all at once before finally settling on one. Anger. "Why did you stop me!" he cried, banging his fists against Blaine's chest. "This could have all been over, I could have been safe, they could have been safe and nobody would ever know anything had been going on, I could have taken it all to my grave! But no, Blaine freaking Anderson, private school arsehole had to go and ruin another thing for me!"
"Kurt..." Blaine whispered.
"Don't you fucking Kurt me!" Kurt snarled. "It could have been over!" Kurt hiccoughed loudly, a sob escaping as his voice faded to just a murmur. "It could have been over." Kurt leant into Blaine's chest, his tears escaping and falling down his face.
"Shh Kurt, it's okay, everything is going to be fine." This only made Kurt cry louder as Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shaking body and brought him closer, running a reassuring hand up and down his back. Whatever was going on with Kurt was something a lot more sinister than the Mafia.
Right my first M fic and well, slightly darker then I usually write so don't hurt me okay? Chapter two is already on the way. At the moment Kurt is in his fragile state but next chapter he becomes more kick ass just so you know XD Also just in case you were confused, Blaine knows all about Kurt's mafia background but Kurt knows nothing about Blaine's background. Any other questiones then please ask and I know poor Kurt drew the short stick but it gets better and Blaine has a dodgy back story too so wait for that, or not. heyho. Also, I apologise if it was kinda random :S On, and I'm sorry if I have insulted anyone in the Mafia, this is fiction afterall XD
I beg you now, please no flames, I'm already moving to hide under my rock as I type this. Okay, bye now.