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FILL 3/?: Blaine/Kurt, Swan Maiden A.U T/W: Rape/non-con, Kidnapping, Coercion
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January 26 2012, 04:03:07 UTC
Part 3
Something changes in Blaine in the days following. He never lets Kurt out of his sight, and is no longer content to talk while Kurt listens. He tries to coax Kurt to talk as they walk hand in hand, Blaine always a half step ahead of Kurt. The pain is less when he talks, so Kurt gives in, answering the human’s questions which all seem harmless. As days pass, their walks start to include places outside the gate.
It is their fifth outing when they return to the spot where Kurt lost his robe. Kurt runs into the water, shedding his constricting clothing on the way. He is so happy that he forgets, for a moment, his audience. Nothing matters but the sun on his skin and the water surrounding him, lapping gently from the waves he created. He could lie there forever, floating on his back with only the sounds of nature around him. He closes his eyes and lets his breathing sync with the movement of the water. Slowly. Slowing. Slower.
It is only when a second body disturbs the water that he remembers Blaine. The human has stripped and is wading towards him slowly. For a single moment, Kurt is struck by the beauty of the creature before him. His eyes linger on the curling black hair, droplets of water gleaming in the sun, on long fingers lightly skimming the surface of the water and creating ripples that make the surface dance.
“God, you’re beautiful.” And when he speaks he is all human, shattering the illusion. Kurt has no response, so he ducks under the water and kicks off on the bottom, propelling himself through the water gracefully. He has to come up for air eventually and the human is waiting, sitting on a rock watching him with a smile.
“I can see why you love this place,” Blaine says. Kurt freezes, his face an impassive mask. He realizes this place is defiled. It was his safe haven away from the politics that have rocked his world since he was a young child. He knows that this is the last time he will come here. And that pain hurts almost as much as losing his robe, except this pain is centered in his chest and that pain consumes his whole body.
“I want to leave.” Kurt walks out of the water, gathering his discarded clothes and pulling them on without hesitation. He cannot bear the sight of this place any longer. All he sees now is the trampled plants from human feet, dying even as they struggle to right themselves.
“Did I do something?” He hears the human run after him, but he does not slow. His feet propel him forwards and he doesn’t even realize when he breaks into a run. His human feet are good for something, and the wonders why he has never tried this before. He runs until his feet are bleeding, and then pushes harder. When he stops, it’s because he can’t force air into his lungs and he collapses to the ground in a heap.
“Please, Kurt. What’s wrong?” Blaine is barely winded, kneeling beside him. Kurt gasps, drawing in breath after breath and struggling to stay conscious. He wants to get up and run again, as if physical distance will erase the pain.
“It hurts.” He says through strangled sobs. He lets the human hold him, willing himself to imagine himself being held by someone he cares about. When he can breathe again, he pulls away and tries to assess the situation. His face is wet, the source coming from his eyes.
“What is this?” He asks, catching the water on his fingers and holding it up to be examined.
“Those are tears. You were crying.” Blaine captures Kurt’s hand in his and presses his lips to the wetness. Kurt just feels empty, so empty. The physical pain can no longer touch him so he doesn’t even pretend to pull away from Blaine. “Why are you sad?”
“I need my robe.” Kurt says. The words are heavy on his tongue and an utter bone-deep weariness is setting on him, crushing him and making it difficult to keep his eyes open. “Please. Please give it back to me. I know you have it.”
“Kurt - “Blaine opens his mouth and Kurt knows he is going to lie again. It is in the way his shoulder tightens and his nose wrinkles. Before Blaine can say anything, Kurt’s world sways and darkens at the edges. He struggles to hold on, but he can’t. Everything goes black, even the pain vanishes.
Part 3
Something changes in Blaine in the days following. He never lets Kurt out of his sight, and is no longer content to talk while Kurt listens. He tries to coax Kurt to talk as they walk hand in hand, Blaine always a half step ahead of Kurt. The pain is less when he talks, so Kurt gives in, answering the human’s questions which all seem harmless. As days pass, their walks start to include places outside the gate.
It is their fifth outing when they return to the spot where Kurt lost his robe. Kurt runs into the water, shedding his constricting clothing on the way. He is so happy that he forgets, for a moment, his audience. Nothing matters but the sun on his skin and the water surrounding him, lapping gently from the waves he created. He could lie there forever, floating on his back with only the sounds of nature around him. He closes his eyes and lets his breathing sync with the movement of the water. Slowly. Slowing. Slower.
It is only when a second body disturbs the water that he remembers Blaine. The human has stripped and is wading towards him slowly. For a single moment, Kurt is struck by the beauty of the creature before him. His eyes linger on the curling black hair, droplets of water gleaming in the sun, on long fingers lightly skimming the surface of the water and creating ripples that make the surface dance.
“God, you’re beautiful.” And when he speaks he is all human, shattering the illusion. Kurt has no response, so he ducks under the water and kicks off on the bottom, propelling himself through the water gracefully. He has to come up for air eventually and the human is waiting, sitting on a rock watching him with a smile.
“I can see why you love this place,” Blaine says. Kurt freezes, his face an impassive mask. He realizes this place is defiled. It was his safe haven away from the politics that have rocked his world since he was a young child. He knows that this is the last time he will come here. And that pain hurts almost as much as losing his robe, except this pain is centered in his chest and that pain consumes his whole body.
“I want to leave.” Kurt walks out of the water, gathering his discarded clothes and pulling them on without hesitation. He cannot bear the sight of this place any longer. All he sees now is the trampled plants from human feet, dying even as they struggle to right themselves.
“Did I do something?” He hears the human run after him, but he does not slow. His feet propel him forwards and he doesn’t even realize when he breaks into a run. His human feet are good for something, and the wonders why he has never tried this before. He runs until his feet are bleeding, and then pushes harder. When he stops, it’s because he can’t force air into his lungs and he collapses to the ground in a heap.
“Please, Kurt. What’s wrong?” Blaine is barely winded, kneeling beside him. Kurt gasps, drawing in breath after breath and struggling to stay conscious. He wants to get up and run again, as if physical distance will erase the pain.
“It hurts.” He says through strangled sobs. He lets the human hold him, willing himself to imagine himself being held by someone he cares about. When he can breathe again, he pulls away and tries to assess the situation. His face is wet, the source coming from his eyes.
“What is this?” He asks, catching the water on his fingers and holding it up to be examined.
“Those are tears. You were crying.” Blaine captures Kurt’s hand in his and presses his lips to the wetness. Kurt just feels empty, so empty. The physical pain can no longer touch him so he doesn’t even pretend to pull away from Blaine. “Why are you sad?”
“I need my robe.” Kurt says. The words are heavy on his tongue and an utter bone-deep weariness is setting on him, crushing him and making it difficult to keep his eyes open. “Please. Please give it back to me. I know you have it.”
“Kurt - “Blaine opens his mouth and Kurt knows he is going to lie again. It is in the way his shoulder tightens and his nose wrinkles. Before Blaine can say anything, Kurt’s world sways and darkens at the edges. He struggles to hold on, but he can’t. Everything goes black, even the pain vanishes.
-End Part 3-
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