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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
In this chapter, Kurt unintentionally makes an enemy with a staff member, and then an ally in the next one. Plus, a bit of minor hurt/comfort. Enjoy!
Thanks to my good friend and RP-buddy Lulu who did the scene with me that I based this off of.

When Kurt woke up he wasn't entirely sure what had happened. He felt sore and stiff, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself looking up at a deep red canopy. The bed he was laying on was extremely soft.
He slowly sat up, wincing with discomfort. He looked around, and recognized the bedroom he was in, then he glanced down and almost had a heart attack.
Blaine was in bed next to him, fast asleep.
The events of last night caming flooding back immediately, and he closed his eyes, fighting back tears at the realization that everything had been taken away - first his family and home, then his first kiss, and then his innocence had been stolen away by this horrible man.
But he only let him do it because he felt it would be slightly less traumatizing then if he had been physically forced, and he needed to bide his time. He was sure by this point the police were looking for him...
Looking down at the relaxed form of his captor, the peaceful expression, Kurt wouldn't have believed he was capable of cruelty if he hadn't experienced it himself. He was beautiful, something that was hard to apperciate in someone who terrified you, but it was true.
He was strong, handsome, with dark curled hair, full lips and really intense eyes. He was muscular and athletic, Kurt could tell because he was laying on top of the covers, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. His skin was tanned, and the boy briefly wondered if his chest was as smooth and firm as it looked...
The tingle of arousal that went through his body at that thought almost made him want to be sick, he squirmed, feeling his face redden. Being sexually attracted to his rapist would just be the start of so many psychological problems he'd have to get through when he was rescued.
He couldn't think like that, because he didn't want to be here. He would get home eventually. He just had to stay strong, be brave as his father always told him when something had happened in his fifteen-year-life, like his mother dying.
He just had to wait it out.
But he was hungry and he felt filthy. It couldn't hurt to look for a bathroom, or possibly a kitchen, right?
Carefully, he pulled the blankets off and climbed out of the bed. To his surprise, he wasn't naked like when he'd passed out - he was wearing an extremely comfortable knitted sleep shirt that came down to his knee. He recognized the material and design as one of Ralph Lauren's.
Very quietly, he tip-toed out of the bedroom, thankfully the door wasn't locked.
Standing in the massive hallway, he took a moment to admire how tastefully decorated the place was - keeping up with the red, gold, and antique furniture theme.
After a moment, he began walking down the hallway, he wondered if there were any exits he could get through, but decided it was a bad idea. He was safer staying put - besides, it was really quite dark outside still, and he was wearing a shirt and nothing else.
Yes, he was better off waiting for help to get to him.
He passed by a familiar door and shuddered, quickly passing it, wanting nothing to do with that basement prison again. Hopefully, now that Blaine had gotten what he wanted he would let him go. Maybe he could ask about it when the man woke up...?
Shaking his head, Kurt made himself focus on finding the kitchen, but he was quite famished at the moment.

Okay, it was official, he was lost.
This place was absolutely huge - he'd been going down hallway after hallway, checking numerous unlocked doors and he couldn't seem to find anything useful.
Now he wasn't sure what to do.
He almost wished he hadn't wandered out of the bedroom, since he had no clue how to get back to it. Just how did the family that lived here navigate their way around?
He was so distracted by his own thoughts, that he didn't notice someone turning around the corner at the same time as him, until it was too late and they had collided.
Kurt fell backwards and landed square on his ass, flinching at the pain that shot up his spine.
Shaking his head, the fifteen-year-old looked up and saw a tall man in his late thirties with auburn-colored hair and dark hazel eyes, staring down at him.
"Who the hell are you?" The man appeared to have woken up not long ago as well, since he looked dishiveled and grumpy.
"K-Kurt..." the teenager mumbled timidly as he slowly stood up. He felt embarrassed. He probably looked terrible considering he wasn't even dressed and his hair was a mess.
"Kurt, huh? I'm Drew." The man rolled his eyes, as though he had said something wrong, "Alright, who's your Master then?" This boy didn't look familiar, although it was obvious someone had recently had their way with him. Probably a slave then, it made sense. But they weren't supposed to be wandering around on their own.
Kurt clenched his hands into fists at his side, at the reminder of just why he was here in the first place, "I don't have a Master." He firmly stated, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Is that so?"
He didn't like the way the man's tone changed from one of annoyance, to interest when he asked that.
"So what are you doing here then?"
The boy thought about it briefly, before deciding to go with a safe but vague answer, "I-I'm looking for the kitchen."
"Oh." The man fell silent for a moment, then shrugged, running a hand through his hair, "I know where it is, I just came from there actually. If you like, I could show you?"
Kurt didn't want to go with him, but at the same time he was really, really hungry and completely lost, so he gave a small nod, muttering 'thanks' quietly.
It took everything he had not to cringe when the man placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him, leading him off in the other direction.
As soon as they had walked down through the western corridor, Drew grabbed the young boy by his arm and flung him into the nearest empty room, which happened to be a lounge area. He kicked the door shut behind him, watching the teen stumble, trying to catch himself before he fell.
Kurt took a few steps back, distancing himself from the man, his heart hammering with fear. "What do you want from me?" he asked, trying not to let his voice shake. He couldn't let him know he was scared.
Drew grinned, "Isn't it obvious, Kiddo? I wanna fuck you into oblivion. Haven't had a pretty 'lil thing like you around here in awhile."
"No..." The brunette swallowed hard, feeling ill at the thought of being raped, again.
The man's hazel eyes had a cruel glint to them, and the way he walked forward was like a lion hunting its' prey.
The teenager tried to back up even further, but before he could Drew's hand shot out, grabbing him by the hair and yanking forward, making him shriek in pain as he kicked the boy's legs out from under him, causing fall forward onto his hands and knees, instinctively trying to break his fall.
He looked up, and his eyes widened in disgust when he saw the man unzipping his pants. He averted his gaze, face turning red as he refused to look.
"C'mon, Kid... Don't worry, I won't hurt ya, just cooperate." He pulled Kurt's hair, causing him to cry out again at the sharp sting through his head. "If you bite me, you're dead." Drew growled suddenly, before forcing his hard cock down the boy's throat.
Kurt gasped, shutting his eyes and gagging as the man shoved his erection into his mouth, making him choke as he desperately tried to get out of the way.
His muffled cries and protests were ignored while Drew started slamming his member in and out of his mouth, keeping a tight grip on his hair to stop him from getting away.
Tears of horrified humiliation rolled down the teenager's face as he was violated in a completely different way. This was somehow different, he wanted to throw up, Drew was being way too rough and the nails digging into his scalp hurt like hell.
After a minute or so he couldn't take it anymore, he bit down despite the warning, scrambling back when the man yelped in pain and freed him.
His breathing came in heavy gasps as he forced down the bile rising in the back of his throat, the tears blurred his vision as he shook with fear.
"You son of a bitch!" Something heavy impacted with his stomach and he cried out in pain as he was kicked, knocking him down onto the carpeted floor.
Drew's hand came down, grabbing him around the throat and cutting off his air once more as he was lifted off of the ground, kicking and flailing. "You'll pay for that, little whore!"
Agony shot through his back as he was slammed against something hard and wooden - a bookshelf. He could swear he blacked out for a moment, head spinning before the man spun him around, forcefully bending him over the nearby sofa, pinning him there with his much larger body.
"Ah-ow!" Kurt yelped in pain as teeth bit down on his neck hard, drawing blood, and a vile voice hissed in his ear, "I'll teach you not to do as your told!"
A hand grabbed the collar of his nightshirt, yanking back with such force the buttons broke off, tearring it from his body and leaving him naked and shivering terribly.
"N-No! Please don't!" Kurt sobbed, struggling uselessly. This couldn't happen, not again. He couldn't take it. "Please!" he begged, his voice shaking.
"Not so tough now, are you, slut?"
Ice cold hands ran over his body, making him shiver with revulsion.
Drew kept biting him, smearing blood over his neck and shoulder. He whimpered, as the man shoved his knee in-between the boy's legs, roughly pushing his thighs apart, leaving him spread wide open and vulnerable. "Let me go! I-I'm sorry! H-help! Someone he-"
He was hit hard from behind, making him cry out in pain again.
"Shut up!" Drew snarled, grabbing both of Kurt's flailing hands and forcing them behind his back, keeping him immobilized.
"Looks like someone already fucked you hard, but I bet you I can do better."
"S-Stop, please, no! You're hurting me!" Kurt begged, tears blurring his vision, writhing as he tried to get away, he felt calloused fingers spreading him apart roughly, and Drew's hard length pressing against his unprepared body.
"Oh God... No, please, don't! Stop it, please, no!"
A familiar voice made both males freeze then, "Get your fucking hands off of him!"
It was Blaine. Kurt twisted his head back enough to see the raven-haired man, and to his shock, he looked absolutely furious.
Suddenly, the heavy weight of Drew was gone, and the teenager's legs gave out, he collapsed on the floor, still shaking with terror, and watched, completely stunned, as Blaine's arm wrapped around the throat of the much-taller man from behind, cutting off his air.
"He is mine." His kidnapper (rescuer?) spun them around and shoved the older male towards the door, "You do not touch at Kurt. You do not talk to him, you do not look at him, you do not think about him! If I ever see you near him again..."
He didn't finish the threat, but either Blaine had a reputation around here or the trailing off meant something really bad, because Drew's tanned skin went unnaturally pale, and he nodded frantically, and Blaine released him, before watching as the man bolted out of the room, with one hateful look towards the teenager.
As soon as the attacker was out of sight, Blaine seemed to calm down slightly, although he was still quite tense. He turned, forcing his anger away when Kurt flinched at the glare he donned.
"Kurt..."
The terrified boy looked up at him with such fear that it almost hurt. Blaine slowly stepped closer, holding his arms up as if to reassure him he was safe.
"Kurt. He's gone... you're safe now... come here." He held his hand out, offering to help the teenager, but to the surprise of both of them, Kurt choked out a sob and got to his feet shakily on his own, launching himself at the man, crying uncontrollably.
Quickly getting over his shock, Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt, quickly scooping the boy into his arms and sitting down in the nearby recliner, holding him close. He grabbed the thin red blanket folded on it, and draped it over the teenager's trembling shoulders.
"Shhh, it's okay, Kurt." He whispered soothingly, rubbing calming circles on the boy's back, barely controlling his anger when he saw the dark bruises and smeared blood all over his pet's neck. "I've got you."
The brunette had his head curled against his Master's bare chest as the man ran his fingers gently through his messy hair, speaking to him in an impossibly gentle tone. He wasn't really sure what to make of his own reaction, let alone Blaine's, because he couldn't believe his kidnapper cared about him. His tears weren't only of fear though, but also relief.
He just wanted someone holding him and comforting him, just for a little while.

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