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Shattered Darkness	By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shattered Darkness
More talking between Klaine, though not quite as fluffy as previous chapters. It's sort of a teaser for what will happen in the chapter after this one.
Hehehe.

After their little "fun" in the shower, Blaine and Kurt had cleaned up in relative silence, before getting out and drying off. They had parted ways, but the man had leaned down and given the young boy a quick kiss.
He wasn't sure why, but it had felt different from all of the other times.
That afternoon, Kurt had gone to practice on the piano by himself. He wanted to get good at it, and while he strongly denied in his head that it had anything to do with wanting to impress his new tutor, deep down he knew it was true. A couple of hours later, his hands were beginning to get sore so he decided to stop for the day.
In the hallway, he spotted someone he really didn't want to see...
Vivienne.
She was walking in his direction, her raven locks curled elegantly and cascading down her neck, and wearing a familiar dark blue velvet dress, black tights, a beret and matching heeled boots. He knew that look, it was from last year's Marc Jacobs Fall Collection.
Where was she going dressed like that?
Kurt didn't ponder her fashion choices for long, because the moment she passed them their eyes met, and he nearly flinched at how cold her gaze was, it sent a shiver of fear up his spine.
She never spoke, but even as he scurried off towards the kitchen he could feel her glare on the back of his head.
That woman really did not like him.

He ended up heading into the kitchen, and to his surprise, Blaine and Cooper were sitting and drinking coffee, chatting, while Sushmita, ever the happy cook, was working away.
"Hey," The younger of the siblings looked up and smiled, before noticing the slightly shaken expression on his face, "Are you alright?"
"Fine..." Kurt mumbled, quietly slinking down beside him, "I, uh, saw your sister in the hall... where is she going this late?"
Blaine's expression darkened, and he shrugged.
"She has a "date"," Cooper snorted, a small smirk playing on his lips, "She's meeting him in Central Park this evening."
Kurt stared at him, bewildered, "Where?"
"Central Park." The man repeated, more slowly, "You know, it's located in-"
"No, no. I know where it is, but... how does she plan to get all the way to New York in just a couple of hours?"
Turning to look at his younger brother, Cooper's tone was incredulous, "You didn't tell him, B?"
A little nervous, Kurt spoke up again, not liking that something was being kept from him. "Tell me what exactly?"
Sighing deeply, Blaine rubbed the bridge of his nose, and at this point the Indian woman had paused, listening in curiously.
"Kurt, we are in New York."
The brunette sat stock still, in complete shock. He opened his mouth a couple of times, trying to form words, "I...but...how?" he demanded. Granted, he hadn't been outside in a month or so, but surely something should have given it away, right?
"Have you not told him about our parents, brother?"
Shooting his older sibling a glare of exasperation, Blaine shook his head and looked back at the teenager, "Kurt, our family only stays in Ohio when we're dealing with business in Columbus, the rest of the time we live here in Manhattan. Our father was a major banking CEO, and our mother, who was originally born in Italy, stayed home, but her parents deals with the oil industry in Basilicata."
Trying to find his voice, Kurt looked up from the table. He knew they were wealthy, but he hadn't guessed they were actually rich. That probably would have been really cool, if it weren't for the sinking feeling in his stomach. "You didn't tell me."
"I thought you would have guessed."
Kurt shook his head furiously, feeling ill. He'd always wanted to go to New York, but not like this. The police couldn't possibly know he was in an entirely different state.
He was never going home.

Kurt didn't speak to Blaine for the rest of the night, not even when they went to bed. By the time the man had showed up it was nearly one o'clock, and he was curled up with just the lamp on, reading (or trying to read) the latest issue of Vogue.
He didn't push him away when the man's arms curled around his waist and pulled him close, though he did drop the magazine on to the mattress.
Blaine pressed his face into the teen's hair, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo, "I'm sorry." He said, so softly the boy was scarcely sure he heard him.
"How long do you plan to keep me here?"
"Kurt..." The raven-haired male sighed, turning the brunette in his arms, and his gaze softened when he saw the tears in his eyes. "If I try to leave...will you hurt me?" Both of them got the feeling he was thinking of a different word than 'hurt', but neither of them addressed it.
Gently crushing the boy against his chest, Blaine sighed quietly, "I don't want to..." he confessed, his voice low, "But I can't let you leave either."
He didn't say the reason why. At this point, it had nothing to do with getting charged by the police, though that was definitely a possiblity, and it had everything to do with simply not wanting to let him go.
"I miss my Dad." Kurt said in a muffled voice, and the man didn't respond other than holding the teen even more tightly, feeling his heart constrict. A brand new wave of regret washed over him.
After a good ten minutes without hearing him, Blaine thought Kurt might have fallen asleep, and he reached over to turn off the lamp, only for him to speak up.
"C-Can I ask you something?" He asked, a small catch in his throat. If he was going to be stuck with the guy he was slowly starting to grow attached to, he needed to know more about him.
"Anything." Blaine immediately said. He just wanted that sad look in the boy's eyes to be gone.
"Why are you into all of that stuff?"
A bit confused, the raven-haired male looked down at Kurt, "What 'stuff' are you referring to?"
Biting his lower lip, his expression a little embarrassed, the brunette reached up and brushed his hair back, revealing the different colored marks on his neck from where Blaine had bit and sucked at his skin, and gazing down at the fingerprint-shaped bruises around his wrists from the multiple times Blaine had grabbed him.
"These. You seem to like... holding me down..." He hoped his blush wasn't as obvious as it felt. "And that...room of yours. I don't get it... You said it was a kink, but why?"
Thinking for a moment, Blaine realized he was honestly curious about it. The man relaxed onto the bed, still holding Kurt close in his arms, he decided the best way to explain it to him.
"Most of the time, it's about power and control." Blaine admitted, his dark eyes were fixed on the ceiling. "But not all of the time..."
Kurt proped himself up on his elbow, watching the man's face carefully, wondering what he was thinking about. "I guess I just don't see the appeal."
"You're young, inexperienced. I'll admit, it's not for everyone. Sex is a deeply personal thing, Kurt. But there's so much more to it than just the physical aspect. The ability to...to hand oneself over to another person so completely - body, mind, heart and soul - it is...incomparable. Liberating. You have no idea how intense it is, both ways. To have absolute control over someone...or to give up your own control. It is an experience like none other. There are endless possibilities..."
It was interesting to hear Blaine describe it that way, he sounded like he really believed it. Was it really that big of a deal?
"Like what?"
Blaine quirked an eyebrow, glancing in the boy's direction, only to see that wide-eyed, innocent face staring back at him. "If I told you half the things I wanted to do with you, Kurt, you wouldn't be able to stop thinking about them. I doubt you'd ever get a full night's sleep again." He said with a cocky grin, watching the teenager gulp at his words. "Besides, I doubt I could ever properly describe the feeling of it to you, it's not something you can truly understand by word of mouth."
To his dying day, he would never know what the fuck possessed him to say what he did next:
"Then show me."

Oh man, how pissed are you guys about this cliff hanger right now? Hehehehe, I'm so evil.
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