Shattered Darkness | By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Shattered Darkness
Kurt stood outside of the door, his hand reaching for the knob, hesitating. He glanced over his shoulder at Buzzcut, who stood with his back against the wall, watching him almost boredly.
He knew there was no way he'd get past that guy if he tried to run. He had no other options.
Taking a deep, nervous breath, he knocked once.
A chillingly familiar voice called out to him, "Come in."
Slowly, he pushed down on the brass handle, pushing the door open as he kept his head down.
"Kurt."
He nearly jumped out of his skin, looking up to see Blaine right in front of him. Those dark brown eyes locked on his own. "Evening." The guy was as terrifying as he was polite, in the brunette's eyes. He moved past Kurt to close the door, giving the teen a chance to look around.
It was obviously the bedroom of someone with good taste. Along with fashion and music, decorating was also one of his hobbies.
The place was fairly large, and rather lavishly put together. The furniture was all dark mahogany; a large writing-style desk sat near the middle of the back wall with a matching chair, off to the right was a vintage wine cabinet and a wardrobe a la Narnia. In the middle of the room was a grand four-poster bed on a platform, and off to the other side was a wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling bookcase that took up the entire left wall, it was packed full.
Directly across the room from that was a build in stone fireplace with a black leather couch seated in front of it.
The colors were even more beautiful, in Kurt's opinion, as it was done in autumnal shades of crimson, dark brown, burnt orange, rich gold, like October leaves.
There was a soft, soothing light that kept the room dim, but visible.
His breath caught when he noticed the giant windows behind the desk, framed with deep forest green curtains pulled back to reveal a stunning twilight sky - the way the blue, violet, pink and orange blended together was magnificent.
Kurt was snapped out of his awed state when he heard his name being called.
A hand touched his wrist gently and he jumped, spinning around to face Blaine, eyes wide.
Rather than getting angry, the young man chuckled, smiling fondly at him, "You don't have to be afraid of me, Kurt." He said gently.
"You hit me." He didn't mean for that to come out, it just sort of happened. Thankfully he didn't also add 'I tend to be afraid of people who abduct and assault me', that might not have gone over too well.
Blaine's smile faded, and he looked genuinely sorry. Suddenly, he reached up to gently brush his knuckles over the faded bruise on his cheek, while Kurt closed his eyes, still nervous, trying not to flinch away.
"I didn't want to. I don't want to hurt you, Kurt. But I needed to show you I was serious."
"Message recieved." He thought sarcastically. He opened his eyes and looked directly at his abductor, "Why did you bring me here?" He regretted it as soon as he saw the mischievious look in Blaine's eyes.
The fingers brushing against his cheek abruptly cupped his face, tilting his head back, and he had less than a second to react before a warm, dominating mouth covered his own.
Kurt's eyes went wide with shock.
The fifteen-year-old jerked away from the man, stumbling backwards, his hand pressed against his lips, which felt like they were burning. "W-Why...?" he managed to stutter out.
Blaine's cold laugh in response made him flinch, "Please, Kurt, don't be naïve. Why do you think I wanted you here in the first place?"
The boy stared at him, before his expression became horrified. "No!" he gasped, fear causing a tremble to go through his body as he took another step back, shaking his head uncontrollably.
The man's face softened into something gentler than it had been, and Blaine stepped towards him again. He was too scared to move away any further.
"Don't be afraid," the voice in his ear was soft and silky. He shivered, and it had nothing to do with the recent shower he'd taken.
The man's hand rested against his hipbone, arm wrapping around his waist and drawing him close. "Let me take care of you..."
Don't worry, the good stuff is coming up soon, you perverts. I am included in that statement.
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