NATURAL SELECTION 14B
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/Cooper, Kurt/OCs
Overall Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. This is what the dogs look like and check out the nsfw fanartby Val.
Chapter summary: Kurt leans on more than the doctor’s shoulder while his father is in the hospital. Blaine confronts his big brother.
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Kurt left the dogs inside, unsure of how cooperative they’d be with a stranger, and stepped into the pale dawn light. He set out for the milking shed with a thermos of coffee under his arm. He knew that Jake wouldn’t have time to stop during milking but it felt odd to turn up empty handed.
“Morning,” Kurt called out as he entered the parlor. The cows waiting their turn at the entry gate mooed in greeting. He patted a few on the back on his way through. The cows already lined up in the stalls hid the new farmhand from view but a muffled ‘hello’ came from the rectangular concrete pit at the center. Kurt descended the slippery steps carefully.
“Be with ya in a second,” Jake said without looking over his shoulder. Kurt watched him work along the row. He heard the familiar whoosh of each milking cup’s suction switching on before being applied to the cow’s teats. Once the final cow on the row had been hooked up, Jake stood up straight. Kurt noticed his broad shoulders and a slim waist. Jake was taller than expected, and when he turned around, he was definitely much younger than Kurt could have imagined.
“Hi, you’re Kurt right? I’m Jake Puckerman. I’d uh, shake your hand but…” The young black man motioned to the damp latex gloves he was wearing.
Kurt shook his head in surprise. Jake could only be a few years older than himself. “Hi,” he said sounding surprised. He lifted his hand to wave instead. “I- I brought coffee in case you need a break after all of this.” He set the thermos down beside the clean towel bin.
“Oh. Thanks. I’ll need one before I wash down the yard.” Jake picked up the cup of foaming disinfectant for the next set of cows that had lined up along the second side of the pit. He eyed Kurt as he started the teat dipping ritual on the first cow. “Everything okay?”
Kurt’s head whipped up. He huffed and smiled to himself. “I just… You’re so young!” He blurted out, grateful that Jake laughed. “When Mrs. Pine said ‘her nephew’, I pictured someone much, much older.”
“Yeah. I’m technically her great-nephew but Jem doesn’t like to be reminded that she’s aging,” Jake said with a grin while he continued to dip each cow.
“Her first name is Gem?” Kurt asked curiously. He’d only ever known her as Mrs. Pine or Widow Pine.
“Jemima, but she doesn’t really like that either so we all call her Jem. She’s a tough lady. What she wants, she gets.”
“That’s what I love about her actually,” Kurt admitted.
Jake flashed another smile. “Me too.” He finished the last cow and nodded towards the towels. “Can you pass me a couple of clean ones please?”
Kurt grabbed a handful and passed them over, moving out of the way so he wouldn’t be hit by any dirty ones that were flung at the other plastic bin. He frowned as the soiled pile grew.
“I didn’t leave a key,” he stated, realizing he’d forgotten a few things in his rush to get back to the hospital that first time.
“Yeah. I’ve been doing the laundry at Jem’s place every day.”
“Oh shit.” Kurt’s mouth twisted with guilt. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve had more important things to worry about. It’s okay.”
“No. No. I’ll leave the back door unlocked and the keys on table. Use our washer and dryer. Use the kitchen too. Please. Make yourself at home. You’ve done so much to help us out. It’s the least I can do.”
“Thanks man. I appreciate that.”
“I don’t know how long we’re going to need you... The doctors don’t seem to have any answers.”
Jake nodded. “Okay. Well, I can stay on full time for another couple of weeks. But after that, we’ll need to work something out. I’ve got another gig that start’s up on the 27th.”
“Oh, um…” Kurt’s fingers twisted together anxiously.
“Actually my brother might…” The farmhand trailed off in thought.
“Well, if nothing changes let’s talk again in a week. We can figure it out then.”
“Sure.”
A memory niggled at Kurt. “Puckerman,” he muttered. “I know that name,” he said in bewilderment.
“He’s a stud.”
“Pardon?”
“Puckerman. He’s a bull. He’s about the only other thing my father left us, aside from his name. But we sold him a while back. Someone else has put him out to stud.”
“Ah, yeah. I know him…William Shuester.”
“Yeah, that’s the guy.”
“That guy’s an asshole.”
Jake chuckled. “O-kay. Don’t know myself but my mom would probably agree with you.” Kurt raised his eyebrows but didn’t enquire.
“Look, thanks again, Jake. I can’t tell you how much your help has meant.”
“You’re welcome. It just all came together at the right time, you know? I needed a job, you had a job. Boom. Done.”
“Good. I’m glad that we could…um...” Kurt hesitated. “…Help.” He sighed. “Well, um, I’m going let the dogs out for a run. Don’t forget. Keys will be on the table.”
Kurt headed inside to make sure the place was clean and that all evidence of sex was gone - washed or hidden away.
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“Who is Jennifer Aniston anyway?” Kurt asked glancing at yet another magazine cover. “And how many kids does she have?” Cooper chuckled. “What? Every one of these says she’s pregnant, and these magazines are from four different years!”
“Hey, do you remember what we talked about last week?” Kurt glanced up from the magazine covers. “Your boyfriend’s disappearing act?” Cooper reminded him.
“My lack of a sex life,” the teenager corrected gloomily.
“Well, I can help with that.” Kurt’s lips plumped, his eyebrow rising in interest. Cooper took the waiting room magazines from the teenager’s hands and dropped them on the Mr. Hummel’s hospital bed table. “I’ve found us somewhere close by where we can be…alone.”
Kurt shot a glance to his father who remained unconscious. His eyes darted back to Cooper’s. “Where?” He whispered eagerly.
Cooper bit back a laugh. “You don’t have to whisper.”
“Yes, we do,” Kurt insisted. “The nurses keep telling me that daddy can hear me. That’s why all these stupid magazines are in here, so I can read to him.”
“Mmmm. Maybe that’s true but I doubt that your dad is gonna rear up outta bed and tell me to get my hands off of you.” The teenager’s eyes narrowed and he looked back at his father.
“So Dr. Cooper, ahem,” Kurt cleared his throat to enunciate the words clearly. “You mentioned something about wanting to be alone with me?” He shuffled closer to his dad. “I think you just want to fuck me, Dr. Cooper.”
“Oh god,” Cooper groaned with a laugh. He scratched his temple and sighed. “You’re right Kurt,” he said, playing along. “By the time I’m through with you, I’ll have you begging for my cock.” He winked at the teenager and cupped his fattening dick.
Kurt’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I want it.” He licked his lips. Cooper’s body reacted, a trill of excitement shooting up his spine. They weren’t play acting any more. “Now that daddy can’t stop us, I want you to cum all over me.”
Cooper gulped. The head of his swollen cock nudged against his belt. He stepped closer to Kurt, watching his bright blue eyes blink heavily. “I know how greedy that pussy of yours is. That’s where you want it, isn’t it?” He smirked as the teenager shivered with desire. “You want me to fuck you full of cum, don’t you?” Kurt’s hand dropped to his own crotch, rubbing over his mound.
“Ye-es,” his voice hitched when his fingers pressed in against his clit.
“I’m gonna bend you over this hospital bed and fuck you, babe. Right in front of your dad.”
Kurt’s eyes grew wide and he shook his head. “Here!?” He whispered incredulously, hunching over. “Are you crazy?”
“Oh for Pete’s sake… No,” Cooper grumbled. “There’s an on-call room at the other end of the hall. That’s what I was talking about before.”
“Oh.” Kurt straightened up. “What the hell are we waiting for then?” Cooper stared at him with his mouth gaping open. He shook it off.
“Come on.” He held the door open for Kurt and put his hand to the small of the boy’s back to guide him down the hall.
Cooper used the key he’d taken from his brother. He unlocked the door and peeked inside. Satisfied it was empty he darted inside and pulled the teenager in with him. With a smug smile, he pinned Kurt up against the closed door with his body and twisted the lock on the doorknob so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
“Doctor Cooper,” Kurt gasped out.
Cooper’s cock twitched in his pants just from being so close to him. The teenager moaned as they pressed up against one another. Cooper pulled Kurt in, his hands gripping the Kurt’s luscious cheeks. He rolled the teenager’s hips, grinding Kurt’s limber body against his hard dick.
“Need to fuck you, babe,” Cooper muttered. He relished the sensation of the teenager’s hands working their way under the back of his shirt.
Kurt agreed with a soft moan. He spread his legs to let Cooper rub at his pussy. “It feels like it’s been forever,” the boy said, panting. He wriggled against Cooper’s fingers.
Cooper thought back to the last off the books appointment at his practice. “Almost been a month,” he mumbled, his lips dragging across a sweep of skin up the Kurt’s neck.
“A month?” Kurt’s head fell back. He looked dazed. “That’s awful,” he declared solemnly.
“Let’s rectify that, shall we?” Cooper pulled the zip down on the teenager’s jeans.
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Blaine stood in Room 713 and eyed his new patient. With a flick of his pen, he made it official on the chart. He had been hoping that he could meet the family and introduce himself but, other than his patient, the room was deserted. He popped the patients’ chart back in the Perspex holder by the door and paused. There was a collapsed cot in the corner, along with an overnight bag. He nodded to himself. He definitely needed to speak with the family.
“I’ll be back later to check on you Mr. Hummel so don’t you go wandering off,” he joked to the quiet room.
Blaine started towards the nurse’s station, hoping that they’d know where the patient's family was. He sighed in exasperation when he discovered it unattended. He glanced down the hall, noting the on-call room at the end and checked his watch. He was due for his break, but the cafeteria was six floors down. Blaine contemplated the chances of not being dragged in a different direction if he used the lift. Slim, he decided. The stairs it was. He hesitated again. That would be a lot of effort for some truly god-awful coffee. He pouted.
“Screw it,” he said and made his way to the vending machine. If horrible coffee was on the menu, he could get it right here and take some time out in the on-call room.
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“Uh, uh,” Kurt grunted. He wrapped his arms around his doctor’s bare shoulders and held tight as Dr. Cooper’s cock hammered into him.
“Fuuuuck,” the physician drawled. He panted against Kurt’s temple, his pace slowing.
“Don’t stop. Want your cock,” Kurt said sulkily. His head thudded against the door. He loved how strong and excitable the doctor was. He slid his hands along Dr. Cooper’s biceps, squeezing the bulging muscles. “Want your cum, Doctor. Want your- Aah!” He squealed in delight as the older man leaned in to kiss his neck, his hips rearing back to life. Kurt moaned at feeling of the physician’s wild thrusting cock pounding into him again.
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Blaine blinked at the locked door, keys dangling from his hand. A muffled voice whined for more, and Blaine’s slack jaw snapped shut.
Thud.
“Aah!”
Blaine did a double take at the door.
“Uh!”
“Uh, uh, uh.”
Blaine’s head whirled around, making sure he was the only one hearing this.
“Fuck.”
Blaine leaned in closer, his ear pressing against the wood. He ignored the searing heat from the thin walled paper cup he was still holding.
“Doc-tor Coo-oo-oo-per,” the muffled high-pitched voice wailed rhythmically.
Blaine’s shoulders sagged. His goddamn brother was in there fucking someone - and not just anyone - a patient. His cheeks burned with annoyance and embarrassment. He continued to listen as the occupants grunted and groaned in satisfaction. It sounded like they were almost done.
He stepped back from the door and adjusted the grip on his drink. Blaine looked at the keys still in his hand and frowned. He thumbed through them, searching for the door’s key. “Huh,” he grumbled in irritation and shook his head.
Blaine didn’t wait for them to finish. Instead, marching off towards the elevator. He would need to get some fresh air if he hoped to keep a civilized tongue in his head. He stepped into the lift and stabbed at the ground floor button. He lifted his seething gaze from the floor as the elevator’s doors began to slide shut. The door at the far end of the hall cracked open. Blaine lunged for the Door Open button. “Come on.” He pressed it repeatedly, hoping to catch his thoughtless older brother in the act, but the rubber seals of the doors squashed flat. Blaine ground his teeth in frustration as the lift jerked and began its descent.
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Part 14c>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/Cooper, Kurt/OCs
Overall Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. This is what the dogs look like and check out the nsfw fanartby Val.
Chapter summary: Kurt leans on more than the doctor’s shoulder while his father is in the hospital. Blaine confronts his big brother.
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Kurt left the dogs inside, unsure of how cooperative they’d be with a stranger, and stepped into the pale dawn light. He set out for the milking shed with a thermos of coffee under his arm. He knew that Jake wouldn’t have time to stop during milking but it felt odd to turn up empty handed.
“Morning,” Kurt called out as he entered the parlor. The cows waiting their turn at the entry gate mooed in greeting. He patted a few on the back on his way through. The cows already lined up in the stalls hid the new farmhand from view but a muffled ‘hello’ came from the rectangular concrete pit at the center. Kurt descended the slippery steps carefully.
“Be with ya in a second,” Jake said without looking over his shoulder. Kurt watched him work along the row. He heard the familiar whoosh of each milking cup’s suction switching on before being applied to the cow’s teats. Once the final cow on the row had been hooked up, Jake stood up straight. Kurt noticed his broad shoulders and a slim waist. Jake was taller than expected, and when he turned around, he was definitely much younger than Kurt could have imagined.
“Hi, you’re Kurt right? I’m Jake Puckerman. I’d uh, shake your hand but…” The young black man motioned to the damp latex gloves he was wearing.
Kurt shook his head in surprise. Jake could only be a few years older than himself. “Hi,” he said sounding surprised. He lifted his hand to wave instead. “I- I brought coffee in case you need a break after all of this.” He set the thermos down beside the clean towel bin.
“Oh. Thanks. I’ll need one before I wash down the yard.” Jake picked up the cup of foaming disinfectant for the next set of cows that had lined up along the second side of the pit. He eyed Kurt as he started the teat dipping ritual on the first cow. “Everything okay?”
Kurt’s head whipped up. He huffed and smiled to himself. “I just… You’re so young!” He blurted out, grateful that Jake laughed. “When Mrs. Pine said ‘her nephew’, I pictured someone much, much older.”
“Yeah. I’m technically her great-nephew but Jem doesn’t like to be reminded that she’s aging,” Jake said with a grin while he continued to dip each cow.
“Her first name is Gem?” Kurt asked curiously. He’d only ever known her as Mrs. Pine or Widow Pine.
“Jemima, but she doesn’t really like that either so we all call her Jem. She’s a tough lady. What she wants, she gets.”
“That’s what I love about her actually,” Kurt admitted.
Jake flashed another smile. “Me too.” He finished the last cow and nodded towards the towels. “Can you pass me a couple of clean ones please?”
Kurt grabbed a handful and passed them over, moving out of the way so he wouldn’t be hit by any dirty ones that were flung at the other plastic bin. He frowned as the soiled pile grew.
“I didn’t leave a key,” he stated, realizing he’d forgotten a few things in his rush to get back to the hospital that first time.
“Yeah. I’ve been doing the laundry at Jem’s place every day.”
“Oh shit.” Kurt’s mouth twisted with guilt. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve had more important things to worry about. It’s okay.”
“No. No. I’ll leave the back door unlocked and the keys on table. Use our washer and dryer. Use the kitchen too. Please. Make yourself at home. You’ve done so much to help us out. It’s the least I can do.”
“Thanks man. I appreciate that.”
“I don’t know how long we’re going to need you... The doctors don’t seem to have any answers.”
Jake nodded. “Okay. Well, I can stay on full time for another couple of weeks. But after that, we’ll need to work something out. I’ve got another gig that start’s up on the 27th.”
“Oh, um…” Kurt’s fingers twisted together anxiously.
“Actually my brother might…” The farmhand trailed off in thought.
“Well, if nothing changes let’s talk again in a week. We can figure it out then.”
“Sure.”
A memory niggled at Kurt. “Puckerman,” he muttered. “I know that name,” he said in bewilderment.
“He’s a stud.”
“Pardon?”
“Puckerman. He’s a bull. He’s about the only other thing my father left us, aside from his name. But we sold him a while back. Someone else has put him out to stud.”
“Ah, yeah. I know him…William Shuester.”
“Yeah, that’s the guy.”
“That guy’s an asshole.”
Jake chuckled. “O-kay. Don’t know myself but my mom would probably agree with you.” Kurt raised his eyebrows but didn’t enquire.
“Look, thanks again, Jake. I can’t tell you how much your help has meant.”
“You’re welcome. It just all came together at the right time, you know? I needed a job, you had a job. Boom. Done.”
“Good. I’m glad that we could…um...” Kurt hesitated. “…Help.” He sighed. “Well, um, I’m going let the dogs out for a run. Don’t forget. Keys will be on the table.”
Kurt headed inside to make sure the place was clean and that all evidence of sex was gone - washed or hidden away.
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“Who is Jennifer Aniston anyway?” Kurt asked glancing at yet another magazine cover. “And how many kids does she have?” Cooper chuckled. “What? Every one of these says she’s pregnant, and these magazines are from four different years!”
“Hey, do you remember what we talked about last week?” Kurt glanced up from the magazine covers. “Your boyfriend’s disappearing act?” Cooper reminded him.
“My lack of a sex life,” the teenager corrected gloomily.
“Well, I can help with that.” Kurt’s lips plumped, his eyebrow rising in interest. Cooper took the waiting room magazines from the teenager’s hands and dropped them on the Mr. Hummel’s hospital bed table. “I’ve found us somewhere close by where we can be…alone.”
Kurt shot a glance to his father who remained unconscious. His eyes darted back to Cooper’s. “Where?” He whispered eagerly.
Cooper bit back a laugh. “You don’t have to whisper.”
“Yes, we do,” Kurt insisted. “The nurses keep telling me that daddy can hear me. That’s why all these stupid magazines are in here, so I can read to him.”
“Mmmm. Maybe that’s true but I doubt that your dad is gonna rear up outta bed and tell me to get my hands off of you.” The teenager’s eyes narrowed and he looked back at his father.
“So Dr. Cooper, ahem,” Kurt cleared his throat to enunciate the words clearly. “You mentioned something about wanting to be alone with me?” He shuffled closer to his dad. “I think you just want to fuck me, Dr. Cooper.”
“Oh god,” Cooper groaned with a laugh. He scratched his temple and sighed. “You’re right Kurt,” he said, playing along. “By the time I’m through with you, I’ll have you begging for my cock.” He winked at the teenager and cupped his fattening dick.
Kurt’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I want it.” He licked his lips. Cooper’s body reacted, a trill of excitement shooting up his spine. They weren’t play acting any more. “Now that daddy can’t stop us, I want you to cum all over me.”
Cooper gulped. The head of his swollen cock nudged against his belt. He stepped closer to Kurt, watching his bright blue eyes blink heavily. “I know how greedy that pussy of yours is. That’s where you want it, isn’t it?” He smirked as the teenager shivered with desire. “You want me to fuck you full of cum, don’t you?” Kurt’s hand dropped to his own crotch, rubbing over his mound.
“Ye-es,” his voice hitched when his fingers pressed in against his clit.
“I’m gonna bend you over this hospital bed and fuck you, babe. Right in front of your dad.”
Kurt’s eyes grew wide and he shook his head. “Here!?” He whispered incredulously, hunching over. “Are you crazy?”
“Oh for Pete’s sake… No,” Cooper grumbled. “There’s an on-call room at the other end of the hall. That’s what I was talking about before.”
“Oh.” Kurt straightened up. “What the hell are we waiting for then?” Cooper stared at him with his mouth gaping open. He shook it off.
“Come on.” He held the door open for Kurt and put his hand to the small of the boy’s back to guide him down the hall.
Cooper used the key he’d taken from his brother. He unlocked the door and peeked inside. Satisfied it was empty he darted inside and pulled the teenager in with him. With a smug smile, he pinned Kurt up against the closed door with his body and twisted the lock on the doorknob so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
“Doctor Cooper,” Kurt gasped out.
Cooper’s cock twitched in his pants just from being so close to him. The teenager moaned as they pressed up against one another. Cooper pulled Kurt in, his hands gripping the Kurt’s luscious cheeks. He rolled the teenager’s hips, grinding Kurt’s limber body against his hard dick.
“Need to fuck you, babe,” Cooper muttered. He relished the sensation of the teenager’s hands working their way under the back of his shirt.
Kurt agreed with a soft moan. He spread his legs to let Cooper rub at his pussy. “It feels like it’s been forever,” the boy said, panting. He wriggled against Cooper’s fingers.
Cooper thought back to the last off the books appointment at his practice. “Almost been a month,” he mumbled, his lips dragging across a sweep of skin up the Kurt’s neck.
“A month?” Kurt’s head fell back. He looked dazed. “That’s awful,” he declared solemnly.
“Let’s rectify that, shall we?” Cooper pulled the zip down on the teenager’s jeans.
***
Blaine stood in Room 713 and eyed his new patient. With a flick of his pen, he made it official on the chart. He had been hoping that he could meet the family and introduce himself but, other than his patient, the room was deserted. He popped the patients’ chart back in the Perspex holder by the door and paused. There was a collapsed cot in the corner, along with an overnight bag. He nodded to himself. He definitely needed to speak with the family.
“I’ll be back later to check on you Mr. Hummel so don’t you go wandering off,” he joked to the quiet room.
Blaine started towards the nurse’s station, hoping that they’d know where the patient's family was. He sighed in exasperation when he discovered it unattended. He glanced down the hall, noting the on-call room at the end and checked his watch. He was due for his break, but the cafeteria was six floors down. Blaine contemplated the chances of not being dragged in a different direction if he used the lift. Slim, he decided. The stairs it was. He hesitated again. That would be a lot of effort for some truly god-awful coffee. He pouted.
“Screw it,” he said and made his way to the vending machine. If horrible coffee was on the menu, he could get it right here and take some time out in the on-call room.
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“Uh, uh,” Kurt grunted. He wrapped his arms around his doctor’s bare shoulders and held tight as Dr. Cooper’s cock hammered into him.
“Fuuuuck,” the physician drawled. He panted against Kurt’s temple, his pace slowing.
“Don’t stop. Want your cock,” Kurt said sulkily. His head thudded against the door. He loved how strong and excitable the doctor was. He slid his hands along Dr. Cooper’s biceps, squeezing the bulging muscles. “Want your cum, Doctor. Want your- Aah!” He squealed in delight as the older man leaned in to kiss his neck, his hips rearing back to life. Kurt moaned at feeling of the physician’s wild thrusting cock pounding into him again.
***
Blaine blinked at the locked door, keys dangling from his hand. A muffled voice whined for more, and Blaine’s slack jaw snapped shut.
Thud.
“Aah!”
Blaine did a double take at the door.
“Uh!”
“Uh, uh, uh.”
Blaine’s head whirled around, making sure he was the only one hearing this.
“Fuck.”
Blaine leaned in closer, his ear pressing against the wood. He ignored the searing heat from the thin walled paper cup he was still holding.
“Doc-tor Coo-oo-oo-per,” the muffled high-pitched voice wailed rhythmically.
Blaine’s shoulders sagged. His goddamn brother was in there fucking someone - and not just anyone - a patient. His cheeks burned with annoyance and embarrassment. He continued to listen as the occupants grunted and groaned in satisfaction. It sounded like they were almost done.
He stepped back from the door and adjusted the grip on his drink. Blaine looked at the keys still in his hand and frowned. He thumbed through them, searching for the door’s key. “Huh,” he grumbled in irritation and shook his head.
Blaine didn’t wait for them to finish. Instead, marching off towards the elevator. He would need to get some fresh air if he hoped to keep a civilized tongue in his head. He stepped into the lift and stabbed at the ground floor button. He lifted his seething gaze from the floor as the elevator’s doors began to slide shut. The door at the far end of the hall cracked open. Blaine lunged for the Door Open button. “Come on.” He pressed it repeatedly, hoping to catch his thoughtless older brother in the act, but the rubber seals of the doors squashed flat. Blaine ground his teeth in frustration as the lift jerked and began its descent.
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Part 14c>>