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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, things get kind of steamy, as well as extremely angsty. Klaine gets a little closer in a lot of different ways.
You have been warned!
P.S. I know this story is sort of a hot mess, and I didn't do it on purpose, I actually had a beginning-to-end plan for how this would work, but it seems like every time I open my laptop, new ideas and thoughts keep attacking me until I type them down, so even I don't know what's going to happen next, I'm pretty much writing it as I go.

Kurt felt sick to his stomach.
He was a completely inconsolable mess.
All of those years, the very faint thoughts and images in the back of his mind, they had been real...! He had thought it was his overactive imagination from when he was a kid.
Mr. Collins had been one of his nicest teachers, and he always felt bad for thinking negative things about him. But... the onslaught of memories he'd suddenly been struck by were undeniable.
Had it all really happened? Had he just...suppressed it somehow? He wished he could go back and stop himself from remembering, that day in the middle of June just before the end of the year, when the teacher had taken him to the back room where the students' cubbies were kept and...
Oh God.
The teenager was shaking horribly, and he looked up at Blaine with immense fear, "C...can't breathe." He choked out, desperate for the man to help him. He felt like he was suffocating, his hands were numb and he was starting to feel dizzy.
Recognizing the symptoms of a panic attack quite easily, Blaine jumped up and snatched Kurt's robe from where it had been discarded, wrapping it around him quickly and lifting the boy up, carrying him out of the room.
He spoke to him soothingly, directing him on what to do since it seemed like he hadn't experienced one of these episodes before, and appeared startled and confused by it.
"Deep breaths, in and out, Kurt. It's okay, everything's alright." He murmured in the teen's ear, trying to soothe him.
As soon as they reached the room, Blaine set Kurt down on the bed, closing the door and turning on the air cooling system, since he felt hot. Then he went to the bathroom, and started looking through his medicine cabinet. He grabbed a Xanax capsule and got a glass of tap water, returning to the fifteen-year-old and handing him both.
Kurt gave him a questioning look.
"It'll help. Trust me."
For some reason, the teenager did. So he took the little pill and swallowed it down with the water, handing the glass back before leaning against Blaine again, closing his eyes and doing his best to keep calm, breathing through his nose. A few tears still managed to escape, though...

Blaine wasn't sure what to do at this point. He was in over his head. He never knew about Kurt and his teacher, how could he? The boy had only just remembered himself.
But now he felt beyond guilty.
What if he had been the trigger that made Kurt remember what had happened to him? If that was his fault... he didn't know what to do.
A cynical voice in the back of his mind asked him what the difference was.
"At least the teacher didn't rape him, like you did." Feeling cold, he mentally shook his head, "Shut up." He responded to it.
Of course he knew taking the boy was wrong. He was a little fucked up but he wasn't delusional, he knew it was both morally and legally reprehensible.
He just couldn't help himself...
"Talk to me." He was snapped out of his thoughts when Kurt spoke, staring up at him with those huge, beautiful blue eyes. He seemed calmer than before, if only slightly.
"What do you want me to say?"
Huddling impossibly closer to the man, Kurt drew his knees to his chest, giving a small shrug. He seemed...forlorn. Not that anyone could blame him.
"Something, anything. Why...why did you change?"
Confused, he hoped the boy would elaborate, which he did.
"The first time we met, you were so cruel." Kurt recalled, softly. "And...when you took my virginity," he flushed in embarrassment, shifting slightly, "You were gentle. You protected me from...Drew. But then you got all dark and intimidating earlier, and now you're taking care of me again, like I'm important. I don't understand..." he seemed frustrated by this fact.
Blaine sighed, and without warning pulled the brunette into his lap, making him tense briefly before he relaxed, leaning back into his arms. "It's hard to explain, and if I did, I doubt it would be an acceptable answer to you."
Kurt was silent for a moment, as though contemplating that, "Try me." He eventually said.
Blaine had been afraid he would say that. Nodding to himself, he moved up the bed slightly, laying down with the boy curled up in his arms, face-to-face.
"I probably seem like a lunatic to you, Kurt, and I can't fault you for that. The truth is, my siblings are the way we are for a reason." He seemed curious, probably because he had only met one of them.
"Our father was not a good man. We respected and feared him, but we were kids. Our mother was sick a lot, so we more or less grew up without any real parental guidance. My father was aggressive at home and at work, he constantly told us that if there was something we wanted, we had to fight for it by any means necessary, reach out and take it. I will admit perhaps we took that a little too literally. My sister and brother were far more confident than I was, they were controlling and charming and promiscious..." His tone darkened slightly, but for a different reason.
Then, Kurt seemed to jump to conclusions on what he meant by that. "Your father, was he...abusive...?" he asked, hesitantly.
Blaine looked back down at him, noticing how...clingy he seemed at the moment. Probably not an effect of the medicine, but rather an effect of being afraid.
"Verbally, emotionally, at times physically. But not in the way you are thinking, at least, not to us..." Maybe it was just the guilt over what he did causing him to spill his shitty childhood to a kid, of all people, but talking about it wasn't as bad as he imagined.
"We were not planned children, Kurt. My mother was a religious, kind-hearted, but submissive woman. I've implied as much already, but my father was a domineering asshole. He saw everything connected to him as something to be owned - family included. My mother of course was a faithful woman in all aspects, but if she ever refused him anything at all, he took it from her by force. Her strong beliefs prevented her from getting rid of us when she was pregnant. Even after we were born, it didn't stop there."
He paused, taking a deep breath, this part was where it got really fucked up. "I wasn't old enough to remember most of it, but my siblings both remember watching him abuse Mom, frequently. When I was six she took her own life." He probably should have sounded torn up and sad about that, but he really didn't. Maybe a small feeling of pity towards her, but he barely remembered her aside from flashes of her in bed, a product of the depression she had. All he knew of her was what his siblings had told him.
Feeling that this conversation was getting a lot more personal than he had intended, Kurt switched the subject abruptly, "Why did you take me? And what about...that room back there?"
A little startled by the question, Blaine smiled faintly and reached down to brush his fingertips along the boy's cheek. He closed his eyes, but didn't move away or show any outwards signs of fear. "I'm sorry. I know it was wrong of me."
His voice a little quieter, he spoke again, "That doesn't answer my question."
"Mm." Blaine had to really think on the answer for it. He knew attraction had been a primary factor - the boy was absolutely gorgeous. While the man didn't think of it being a sickness, since he was not primarily attracted to teenagers, he still knew it was wrong.
But had that been the only reason?
No. He knew loneliness and desperation had played a part in it. Cooper had a girlfriend - a real one, a willing one - and his sister was more than happy to be in and out of various relationships with anyone she deemed worthy of her attentions.
Yet he had been alone.
"I don't understand the reason myself, Kurt, not entirely." He said, very softly. "I know that the moment I saw you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I became obsessed, in a manner of speaking. I wanted to talk to you right away, but decided against it. As for the room, as you put it, it's just something I got curious about in my early teens. It's not a lifestyle for me like it is with a lot of other people, more of a kink..."
"Why me?" the brunette asked, looking more attentive now. His deep blue eyes were intense, and full of conflicting emotions. "I mean, you're pretty hot," he said, flushing deeply at how bluntly he'd put it, though the man was quite pleased. "You probably could have had anyone you wanted willingly. Why would you want me?"
With a little sadness and a lot of shock at the question, Blaine realized the poor kid had no self esteem. How could he look in the mirror and not see how attractive he was? He had a feeling it wasn't just superficial, the boy was quite possibly depressed as well. What he'd done likely hadn't helped...
"Look at me." Blaine commanded, but was careful to keep from sounding to forceful, because he had to correct the boy before it was too late. "The reason I couldn't stop thinking about you, Kurt, is because I'd never looked twice at anyone before you. I've met attractive people before, of course, male and female. I've always been gay, unlike my brother who I can't even tell with sometimes, and my sister who refuses to label herself, I've always known. But I don't think I ever laid eyes on anyone as stunning as you before."
Kurt turned red, and opened his mouth to protest but the Dom put his finger over the teenanger's lips, "I'm not finished. I knew I was attracted to you from the first time, and while Cooper was spontaneous enough with his ADHD-riddled mind saw no problem in abducting you. I...had my reservations. I never claimed to be a good person, but I'd never considered doing something like this before. I wanted to learn more about you, and perhaps ask you out. But when I found out how old you are..." he struggled.
"You didn't think anyone would be accepting of a homosexual relationship with a fifteen-year-old and an adult." Kurt was pretty intuitive, but it shouldn't have surprised him. He was smart.
"Not only that, but even being gay I had never found myself attracted to anyone so young, so when I found out..." He trailed off, thinking back to how sick he felt. It had been several months ago, but he remembered being completely horrified. He wasn't that messed up, was he? How could he want to fuck a kid? It was so completely wrong...
"Yet you still decided to take me." It wasn't a question.
Blaine sighed, looking upwards at the ceiling, "Yes." He knew that his long, winded explanation leading up to him kidnapping Kurt probably hadn't satisfied his need to know in the least, or made him any less resentful of being taken away by force.
Still, when he glanced back down after a few minutes of silence, he cracked a smile when he found Kurt curled up into his side, fast asleep.
He was probably exhausted from everything that happened in the span of a couple hours. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, almost angelically beautiful.
Blaine had no illusions what he had done was wrong, yet at the same time he couldn't bring himself to fully regret taking Kurt.
There was no way he could let him go, not after all of this. He knew either the boy would withdraw into an empty shell, grow to hate him, or something worse. He wasn't going to try to force his captive to like him, but he couldn't release him either.
He just couldn't.
Sighing once more, Blaine turned off the air cooler, and pulled the thick red blanket over both of them. It was early in the afternoon, but screw it.
After making sure he was soundly asleep, Blaine ducked his head down to press a sweet kiss to his forehead, before quickly dozing off himself.

Blaine awoke up around midnight to the sound of Kurt screaming.
His eyes snapped open and he sat up, twisting around so he could turn on the lamp, and relaxed slightly, seeing no immediate danger.
Rather, he saw the fifteen-year-old twisting around on the bed, his hands balled at his sides, crying. He was still very much asleep, but there were tears running down his face, and he kept making these terrified little noises.
Feeling a stab of pain, he reached out and took the boy in his arms, trying to wake him as gently as possible, shaking him by the shoulder.
"Kurt... Kurt! Wake up."
His eyes flew open, and he started thrashing, trying to get away.
"Shh, it's okay-" He tried to soothe, but the kid wasn't having any of it.
"N-no... NO!" Kurt cried, burying himself in Blaine's chest like he was trying to hide, sobbing.
Blaine held him closer, and cradled the boy's face in his hand, "It's alright, it's just a dream. Just a dream."
The teen shook his head back and forth, trembling, "No, it wasn't. I can't-" he gasped, sounding like he was close to hyperventilating.
"Calm down... do you want to talk about it?"
"No!" It felt irrational, but he was frustrated, scared, and filled with despair. "I-I...don't want to think about it. Please, just..." He choked out another sob, a fresh torrent of tears streaming down his face. "Distract me, please. I just...can't..."
"What?" Blaine asked, his heart aching slightly at how devestated the boy seemed, "What can I do?"
Kurt stared up at the raven-haired man. Then he lurched forward, flinging his arms around his neck, pressing their lips together feverishly, kissing him with a desperation that shocked them both.
Stunned, Blaine just sat there for a moment, until Kurt whimpered at his lack of response, and he pulled away, "Kurt, no." He wasn't going to take advantage of him, not again. He didn't need that on his conscience after everything else he'd done.
The teenager looked up at him, blinking furiously as more tears sprung forth, "Please," he whispered, shakily, biting his lower lip so hard the man was scared he'd make it bleed again, "Please, please, please." He was begging, and it wasn't out of desire or anything similar, but sheer need, for anything to distract him.
"Kurt-" Blaine struggled, because the look on his face was simply too much. He didn't want to hurt him by rejecting him, especially not after the conversation they'd had before falling asleep. He was extremely tempted to just go along with it, but it didn't feel right.
His lips trembled, and for a moment the man could swear he was sulking. Then he spoke, and the words struck him right in the heart, and...other places.
"P-Please, Blaine. Make it go away..." His eyes were an almost stormy grey color, filled with utter pain. "Just... f-fuck me, please."
Seeing the beautiful boy sitting there, staring up at him with his eyes shiny, face flushed, wearing nothing but a silk robe and fucking pouting, begging for the man to touch him, it was all too much.
He caved.
He reached out and grabbed Kurt, pulling him close and crushing his mouth against the teen's, hard.
Surprisingly, Kurt moaned, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and returning the kiss deeply.
The brunette shifted so he was sitting on his knees, pressing his warm, small body against the larger, firmer one, feeling bizzarely comforted by it.
Blaine cupped the back of the boy's head, deepening the kiss as he gently licked at his bottom lip, and to his utter delight, Kurt whimpered and parted his lips, prompting the elder male to slip his tongue into the other's mouth, exploring the warm heat, which still tasted like the coffee he'd had with breakfast.
It isn't long before Blaine's neck was cramping slightly, from craning his head down to kiss the shorter boy, so he moved to lay him down on the bed, without breaking the kiss.
Everything about Kurt was addicting - even the way he smelled, like orange blossoms with a hint of vanilla.
Blaine flattened him down against the bed, breaking the kiss off so they could both breathe, and pressing his lips against the bared skin of the teen's shoulder, kissing a trail upwards.
"Oh!" Kurt gasped when he felt the man's mouth against the sensitive skin of his neck - kissing, licking, nibbling softly. He couldn't hold back the soft noises of pleasure, "Mm, nnnng... Blaine..." he breathed out, tilting his head back to give him more space, shivering lightly when he bit down gently.
It was all so new, and it felt nothing like the first time. This time he wanted it, desperately. It was hard trying to figure out what he was supposed to do, so he simply shut his eyes and decided to not think, and just go with it.
Blaine couldn't get over how good Kurt's skin tasted under his mouth, he moved down, along the boy's chest, licking across his nipples and smirking when the teenager squirmed beneath his body, sounding more and more needy.
"Please..." he murmured, panting.
"Please what, Kurt?"
This time the boy didn't look embarrassed in the least, he gazed up with lust-darkened eyes, "Fuck me. Now." The words shot right to Blaine's groin.
How did Kurt not see how sexy he was?
There was trust in his eyes, and that had to be some kind of fucking joke. Kurt trusted him? After everything he did, he trusted him so much that he was begging to be screwed hard, when it was only his second time having sex.
That was fucked right up.
But he wasn't letting the opportunity slide by, since at this point he was probably going to Hell anyway, if it even existed.
Blaine grabbed ahold of the robe and jerked it off entirely, tossing it somewhere behind him, fusing his mouth back to the brunette's as he worked on his own clothes.
As soon as he was naked too, Kurt looked up at him with desire, and impatience, "Are you ready?" he demanded, and how he still managed to sound so confident was beyond him.
Raising an eyebrow, Blaine pressed his body against the teenager's, watching with satisfaction as he tensed up, gasping at the friction of their cocks rubbing together, "Are you?" he countered, grinding his hips into the boy's.
Kurt whined loudly, but the sound cut off into a sob when Blaine lowered his head, taking the boy's nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, rubbing his tongue over it lightly as he grinded down against him again.
"A-Ahh!" Kurt cried out, fisting the sheets in his hands, letting out a whimpering moan, "Please..." His voice was breathy and it was obvious that the burning lust was effecting him just as much as it was with Blaine, so he nodded and reached for the side table, but Kurt shook his head vigorously, after remembering how long the process of preparing him took last time. Blaine had already finger-fucked him once that morning, that should be enough, right?
"No! Just do it already!"
Blaine could feel his eyes darken as the teen begged, and while he knew it would hurt, he couldn't bring himself to protest, so he nodded, his own breathing coming out heavily as he lifted himself off of Kurt. He guided the brunette to wrap his legs around his waist, lining up quickly and pushing in.

Kurt knew there was a high chance that he would hate himself for this in the morning, but at the moment he couldn't bring himself to care. He had just wanted a distraction from his nightmare, but now the all-consuming desire had begun to scorch his insides, his body felt like it was on fire, and every little touch felt amazing.
When Blaine pushed into him it hurt like hell. The sting brought tears to Kurt's eyes, and yet somehow it managed to feel so good at the same time.
The burning of the pleasure mixed with pain only served to fuel his impatience, and as soon as he managed to find his voice, he issued a weak command, "Blaine...please, move. Hurry." He pleaded, gasping when the man pulled out and slammed back in with such force that the bed creaked.
His whole body was tingling deliciously, and his legs tightened around the man's waist as he started pumping into the smaller body.
Kurt was surprised how the pain just seemed to make him more aroused. It was definitely not like the first time. It wasn't long before he was writhing underneath the man, but as good as this all felt it just wasn't enough.
Blaine seemed to agree, since before he could speak, the older male was lifting him up into his arms so he was sitting in his lap. His confusion only lasted for a second as the dark-haired man lifted him up with surprising strength and slammed him back down on his cock hard.
"Oh God!" The brunette cried out, his voice hoarse as he reached his hands up, digging his nails deeply into Blaine's shoulders, making him hiss, while he let out a steady stream of whines and whimpers as that hard, throbbing member was thrusting in and out of him at an angle that caused it to just barely rub over his sweet spot.
He was shaking in Blaine's arms, rocking his hips and moaning as he ducked his face into the man's muscular chest, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment.
His behavior was so out of character but just couldn't help it, he wanted this so damn badly.
"Kurt," Blaine hissed, feeling the way the teen tightened around him whenever he gave a particularly sharp thrust into the gorgeous body in his arms.
"Blaine... Hah-ah... oh...mmgh..." Kurt let out a strangled noise as he rocked back and forth on the man's cock, his breathing harsh as his sweat-soaked hair fell into his face, blocking his vision. "So...good...harder-AH!" he gave a loud cry when his prostate was hit straight on, causing him to come as if on command.
He was still shivering when the heat of his Master's release filled him, and he whined quietly when the man eased out of him.
He felt exhausted, but he somehow knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Turning around, he kissed Blaine on the lips fiercely, all tongue and teeth and saliva, it was hot and messy and beyond frustrating because the lustful heat was still there and Kurt couldn't seem to will it away.
"Fuck!" Blaine growled against the teenager's mouth, and Kurt could feel his softening cock twitch against his stomach. He knew the raven-haired male could feel the unquenchable desire too. His gaze was calculating, as if he were going through an idea in his mind.
"On... on your hands and knees, now." The tone made him shudder deeply at how forceful it sounded, and he wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not, but he quickly complied.
He wasn't sure what Blaine was doing behind him, but he didn't have time to wonder for long because suddenly he was being pushed down, his face pushed against the pillows.
Something cold was pressed against his entrance and his eyes opened wide as he tried looking behind him, "Blai-" his voice was cut off, however, because Blaine's wet, smooth tongue was pushed into him and that was when his mind went blank.
"Wha-Oh God!" Kurt let out a cry, feeling that tongue push deeper, past the first ring of muscles. "Blaine!" Part of him wanted to hate this, to push the man away and yell at him because it was wrong and so, so filthy, but just the thought of what was going on behind him was making his insides melt with an almost painful lust.
He wasn't normally one to swear, but he was halfway out of his mind at this point, dizzy with pleasure. "Fuck, Blaine. Nnng... so good," he panted, squirming, his fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly, unsure what to do with himself.
The hot, wet appendege only pushed deeper, moving circles around inside of him with practiced skill, and the teen was panting and whining, begging him not to stop.
"Ah, ah- oh my God, Blaine." Kurt sobbed, feeling his stomach tightening as the heat spread, his face was even more flushed now, sweat running down his forehead. "Please, don't stop!"
It didn't take him long, given how impossibly turned on he was, to reach climax a second time. It was so intense that he was left trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm.
He collapsed on the bed, his legs and arms felt like jelly.
"Feel better?" Blaine whispered, pulling the teen back into his arms, while he curled up into his side.
Kurt mumbled tiredly. He didn't think it was impossible to feel more drained than he had the first time, but he was wrong. It didn't bother him that they were both disgusting right now, covered in each other's sweat and other body fluids and stark naked.
He would have to deal with that all in the morning but right now he just didn't care.
After giving the half-hearted answer he would fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, the last thing he felt was soft lips pressing against his forehead.

The end was a bit rushed, I know, but it's getting late and I'm exhausted.
Later!
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