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Shattered Darkness	By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own GLEE, or any of the characters, nor do I make any money off of this fic.

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Shattered Darkness
This chapter is for both of my types of fans - the ones who like the smutty stuff, and those who like the sweet and romantic moments between Klaine.
A/N: Oh! I meant to tell you all, I made a promotional poster for this door that I recently posted on DeviantArt. You can find a link to my DA on my profile page. Warning, if you aren't signed in for an account that says you're eighteen or older, you won't be able to see it because it DOES contain nudity. Be warned though, the poster has spoilers - or at least, hints of what may happen later in this story.
If you have time, go check it out, I worked on it for over a week and I think it turned out amazing.

It was in early October that Kurt first started noticing the differences in how he and Blaine acted around one another.
At this time he had thankfully recovered from his bad flu and no longer felt like merely sitting up would make him sick. He was still warned to take it easy though, just in case, but it seemed like he really was better - his appetite returned slowly along with his normal body temperature, and he no longer needed to lay in bed and sleep all day, every day.
During his first piano lesson with Blaine, he was having trouble keeping up the particular pattern for the song they were working on, he kept fumbling and hitting the wrong key.
After countless slip-ups, the man had finally reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand, lacing their fingers and re-positioning it to show him how it was done.
That wouldn't have been such a big deal if it hadn't taken him a few seconds too long to let go of his hand. Their eyes met for a moment, and the boy had quickly looked away, his face suddenly warm, trying to conceal a smile.
It hadn't taken him long to figure out what was going on, he had seen every romantic film and broadway musical hit of all time, but the denial had crashed down on him immediately after the realization.
No, he could not be getting a crush on his abductor! That was insane! It's how those poor kidnap victims ended up falling in love with their tormentors - Stockholm Syndrome, it was called. The signs were already there, they'd had a special moment in the piano room, twice now.
A part of him argued that it was different, though. Blaine cared about him, he looked after him when he was sick and protected him from Drew...
The logical side of his brain reminded him that after his breakdown, the remorse probably set in and he felt guilty for taking Kurt away, and then his indecision used that by countering that it meant the man had a conscience, otherwise he wouldn't have cared about Kurt's feelings.
The boy had eventually decided having arguments in his mind as though he were two people was probably not a healthy sign, so he had shoved the thoughts away.
After all, he was only waiting out his time here until Blaine either gave up and decided to set him free, or the police found him.
...Right?
Sure, he didn't know the exact date, and he wasn't entirely sure where he even was since he hadn't been outside in a month, but certainly he knew better than to develop feelings for the man who had stolen his life, didn't he?
Besides, even if Blaine did care, it was only because he felt bad about what he did. He had been lonely, that's why he spent so much time with him.
At least, that's what he thought until he overheard a conversation earlier...

Kurt had been just on his way to the kitchen to have lunch with Sushmita, something he now did almost every day. He liked being around Blaine, but it was nice talking to a girl from time to time, she was sweet, and they had lots in common. Plus she was really his only friend at the moment.
He'd been passing through the hall when he heard yelling, coming from a room where the door was parted slightly, and it had never been open before.
Looking around for a moment, and seeing no one else nearby, he stepped a little closer and peered inside. It was Blaine with a woman, and he recognized her vaguely as his sister, Vivienne.
He'd seen her once before, but he had been so sick at the time that he'd not gotten a very good look at her.
She was taller than him, by several inches, and in her early thirties it looked like. There were a few striking similarities - the same cold, proud expression, for one, and excellent taste in clothes. There was an air of grace about her. She had shoulder-length raven black hair that was parted down the middle, her hands on her hips as she scowled. It made her vivid blue eyes even more icy, they were the same shade as Cooper's and so unlike Blaine's warm brown orbs.
"You are putting our whole family at risk, Blaine!" She jabbed a perfectly manicured nail into his arm, "Are you really that selfish? We could end up in jail!"
The man looked far too calm, but it seemed forced. "You are overreacting. No one knows he is here, there were no witnesses, and he is with us, it's not like he can go to the police." Kurt's stomach dropped when he realized they were arguing about him.
"Your foolishness will get you killed some day!"
"Viv, please," Blaine merely brushed her off, clearly done with the conversation, "I don't want to argue with you. Quit being so dramatic."
Seeing him turn his back clearly angered Vivienne more than the words themselves, "I will not let you ruin this family over some little slut!"
Crack!
Kurt was frozen with shock even though he saw it coming, watching from behind the door was Blaine slapped his sister across the face with such a force it whipped her head to the side, her cheek red.
Blaine's entire demeanor had changed, his shoulders were tense, fists balled at his side, though the boy couldn't see his face from this position.
"I will not tolerate you badmouthing Kurt in my presense, Vivienne. I don't care if you're my older sister. If you try anything..."
Vivienne was silent as she reached her hand up to touch the mark, her eyes bore into her sibling's, "You love him." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Blaine may or may not have attempted to deny it, because she didn't give him a chance.
"You are an idiot, Blaine, and so very much like Mother. It would never work, you know that."
He didn't respond.
Brushing her hair over her shoulder, the woman appeared to recover fairly quickly, like she was used to taking a hit. "Fine, do what you want with the child," she emphasized, "But when this all blows up in your face, I won't cover for you. You'll have to clean up your own mess." She began to stroll past Blaine.
Kurt's heart hammered, and he quickly scrambled back from the door, dashing around the corner as the older Anderson sibling so she wouldn't see him. He decided she probably wouldn't be too thrilled by his presence.
He didn't stop holding his breath until both of them had left.

Now he was wandering through the halls, trying to decide what to do. He almost wanted to talk to Blaine about what he had heard, but he didn't want to get in trouble for eavesdropping on them.
Deciding a relaxing shower might help him clear his thoughts, he made his way back towards the bedroom.
When he got there, however, he was surprised to see Blaine sitting on the bed. The man had cut his workout short, if his tank top and sweatpants were any indication. He looked tense, frustrated.
"...Blaine?" Kurt spoke up, hesitantly, licking his lips as he tried to stop himself from checking him out.
The man's head snapped up and his glare only lightened a fraction when he saw Kurt, his voice came out harsh, "What?"
Kurt froze in place, his mouth going dry at how angry he sounded, so much like when he was in his 'Master' persona...
"I... nothing." The boy said quietly, suddenly feeling very small. He quickly started across the bedroom, towards the bathroom door, "I was just going to go and take a shower..."
He didn't know what the hell prompted his next words.
"Care to join me?" Both of them paused at how suggestive his tone was, how sultry. When he looked over his shoulder, Blaine was staring at him, open-mouthed.
Kurt didn't really blame him at this point. Maybe he offered because he knew Blaine needed to get the aggression out, normally he did that by boxing, because he always seemed relaxed after... there was something else he knew had the same result, from what he'd witnessed.
Not waiting for a response, Kurt ducked his now burning face down and slipped through the bathroom door.

That had been humiliating.
Hoping Blaine didn't think he was bipolar, Kurt sighed as he stripped off his clothes, stepping under the warm spray of water.
He was just reaching for the shampoo when a familiar set of strong arms wrapped around him from behind, making him jump in surprise as he was pulled back against Blaine's chest. He relaxed when he felt the man press a kiss to the nape of his neck.
How had he gotten in without making any noise?
"Hi." He said softly, unsure what else to say.
No getting a response, the brunette frowned slightly and turned in the man's arms, only for firm lips to attack his own feverishly.
Kurt moaned against the dominating mouth, especially when they bit and sucked at his lips, but he was left dazed when Blaine pulled back abruptly, he blinked, and in a matter of seconds the man had Kurt shoved up against the cold tiled wall, holding his wrists in a bruisingly tight grip above his head, those penetratingly dark eyes had him pinned in place.
Confusion swept through him. "What-Oh!" he gasped when Blaine thrusted his hips forward, and letting out a shuddering breath as their cocks brushed together, sparks of pleasure jolting through him.
"Blaine?" he spoke quietly but again didn't get an answer. Suddenly the raven-haired male's free hand was tangling in his hair and pushing his head to the side, and Blaine was peppering his neck with kisses, biting and sucking, licking up the water that had run down his neck.
"Master!"
Squirming against the iron hold on him, Kurt whined sharply when the man pressed his body against the boy's again, grinding their hips together, breathing harshly and watching intensely as the teenager whimpered and jerked at each movement.
"Ah... Nnngh... M-Master."
Blaine loved that it was now instinctual for Kurt to call him that, since it was obvious he wasn't trying to, it was the only time, when they were together like this. Every other time he simply called him by his given name.
It was hot.
The fact that he was still pissed off about the fight with Viv only fuelled his aggression more, and logically he knew using sex to get over your anger was a bad idea emotionally, but he couldn't help it. When Kurt asked him that, in that fucking voice of his, and tossed that flirty look over his shoulder at him, intentionally or otherwise, he had lost all free will not to accept.
Looking down at the beautiful panting boy he had trapped did things to him, unbelievable things, and then Kurt looked up with those hazy luminious eyes, parting his swollen cherry lips ever-so-slightly, and whispered out, "Please, I-I...can't..." The little noises he made were sweeter than any music the man had ever heard.
Without letting go of the teenager's wrists (since he quite enjoyed how helpless he looked), the man used one hand to grab Kurt's right leg and hook it around his waist, ignoring the way he blinked questioningly at him, his eyes quickly falling shut when Blaine reached between them and grabbed their cocks in his free hand and started jerking them both off at the same time.
"Oh God!" Kurt cried out at the sharp friction that shot through his entire body, it was electric, so powerful it was almost numbing, and his head dropped forward to rest on Blaine's shoulder, whimpering quietly, unable to do much more than rock his hips into the hand.
It was maddening.
It didn't help when Blaine's lips brushed against his ear, shivers of delight running up the teenager's spine, and murmured, "Are you close, Pet?"
Nodding shakily, Kurt groaned at the warning bite that was delivered to his earlobe, knowing full well what it meant.
"Y-Yes Master." he managed to choke out in reply, pressing his lips together tightly to keep those embarrassing sounds in as the hand stroking the most sensitive part of his body sped up further, the sliding of their slick erections made his fists clench above his head, toes curling.
"Good."
Warmth spread through him as his Master nuzzled into his neck affectionately, "I want you to come for me. Do it now, Kurt." He practically growled out the teen's name.
That was it. The boy couldn't take any more. He let out a wordless scream as his back arched sharply, waves of pure pleasure came crashing down on him as he released almost violently, whining when he felt those sharp teeth sink into his neck as he and Blaine reached completion together.
His wrists were released, and he fell forward into the man's strong arms, his legs had lost all feeling. Exhaustion swept through him, but he couldn't bring himself to regret his actions despite the fact that he was just recovering from illness and it was a bad idea.
Especially not when he looked up and saw the way Blaine was smiling at him, eyes warm and bright with emotion.
Unable to help himself, he smiled back sleepily.

Phew! That took most of the day to write. I was pretty inspired for the first half, but I kept changing how the rest of it was going. I guess indecision is all part of the process though.
Let me know what you thought! And if you skipped my author's note above, go back and read it! I type in bold for a reason!
JK, love you guys!
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