You Belong to Me (Epilogue)
Title:You Belong to Me 16/16
Author: mothergoddamn
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Blaine/Karofsky, Kurt/Karofsky
Warning: SEE ABOVE. Non Con. Character death. Homophobic language. Violence.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Thanks to rebness on this chapter!
Summary: Everyone knows that bond-servants get what they get. When Blaine enters the picture, it's harder to remember that. Slave AU.
Previous:
01/02/03/04/ 05/
06/ 07/ 08/09/ 10
11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15 16
You Belong to Me
Epilogue
Michael checked his reflection over as he smoothed the gel into his hair, tilting this way and that. He looked good, like, date good. If you ignored the terrified expression on his face that was.
Okay. Okay! He had to relax. Kurt was coming! God, it had felt like ages since he had seen the other boy. Sure, they talked on the phone every day and emailed pretty much hourly but it had been three months since he had actually lain eyes on the other boy. And that had been a hurried moment outside of a courtroom.
"Mike!" His father called up. "The Hummels are here!"
Kurt!
Bounding down the stairs, Michael skidded into the front room, nearly knocking his father over in the process. "Hi! Hello. Hi!" He grinned at Kurt. "Hey."
"Hello," Kurt sounded almost shy as he played with the hem of his waistcoat. "It's good to see you."
"You too, did you have a pleasant trip?" Oh, God. What the hell was that? Don't ask about traffic. Don't ask about traffic. "How was traffic?" Oh, fuck you, Brain.
"It was--" Kurt burst out laughing, easing some of the tension from the room. "It was fine. Thank you."
Kurt's father rolled his eyes and crossed the room, nodded brusquely and taking Michael's hand in a firm clasp. "Pleased to meet you. I mean, you know. Properly." He shot Kurt a narrowed look and smiled tightly. "At last."
Michael blushed and rubbed at the back of his neck. "You too, Sir."
"You have a lovely home," Kurt's step mother announced, her voice strained. "It's really-- really very lovely. Isn't it, Finn?"
"Oh, my God! Is that your television?" Finn wandered off, his walk nearly free of his limp and fingers stretched towards it almost reverently. He ghosted his fingertips over the screen hesitantly, as if afraid to mar such perfection.
"I'm glad you could make it," Michael's dad said, turning from Finn. "I mean, I know Mike has been looking forward to it. It's all he has talked about for weeks--" He tailed off, his gaze on Michael's face. He did that a lot these days. As if trying to memorise every line, every expression. Just in case. "Sorry, I--" He shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. The tension crawled back into the room, with the exception of Finn, who was trying to see of the television was as long as the length of his body.
"No, no," Burt said. "It's great. You know, the kids seeing each other-- They should, you know." And now he was doing it. Staring at Kurt with that same fear and gratefulness. "Should be a-- a fun two weeks. Yeah."
The two men stood for a moment, staring at each other awkwardly. Burt's hand clenched and unclenched on Kurt's shoulder, his jaw tightening.
"I want-- I'd like--" Michael's father blinked and he was shocked to see tears in the man's eyes. "Kurt." He decided words weren't enough and grabbed the boy from Burt's clasp and into his chest, squeezing him into a bear hug. "Thank you," he managed after a moment. "Thank you for giving me my son back."
Michael could feel tears touching at his own eyes and turned away, his hand to his mouth. Before he had time to let the moment sweep him up, Finn's arms were around him tight.
"It's great to see you, dude," he said. "And in clothes that actually fit you!"
"You too!" Michael laughed and gave a hug back. "I can walk now without tripping over."
"So." Michael's father had broken his embrace with Kurt and was wiping at his eyes. "I hope you enjoy your stay, if you er-- If you come with me I'll show you your rooms. Michael? You'll probably want sometime alone with--" he smiled tightly, "your boyfriend."
He was trying, Michael realised. Maybe he always had been but Jeremiah had filled his head with so much distrust that he had been blind to it. Hopefully someone would turn over the rock he was under some day soon. Michael couldn't believe that he had actually thought that had been love. That he had fell for it. Of course, that had been before Kurt.
"Sure, do you want to see my room?" The others laughed and Michael blushed on hearing it out loud. "I mean--"
"I'd love to!" Kurt took a step forward, scowling at Finn's thumbs-up and slow wink. "I could do with a break."
They took the stairs two at a time and Michael had one of those moments, one of the many he had since he had got his freedom back, just pure simple joy at being a teenager again. Turning, he grabbed at Kurt's hand and dragged him into his room, kicking the door closed behind them.
"Is that an Elaine Page post--" Kurt's words were cut off by Michael's lips. He walked them backwards until the back of Kurt's knees hit the bed and he tripped, bringing Michael down on top of him.
"Hello, Kurt," Michael smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. "Sorry, that's been on my mind for, oh, six months?"
"Really?" Kurt grinned, his fingers playing with the curls at the nape of Michael's neck. "What else have you been thinking about?"
Michael changed his face into intense thought. "Clue." He nodded. "Finn has me obsessed with Clue."
Kurt sighed dramatically and moved his fingers over the puckered flesh above Michael's ear. "This is healing."
"Yeah," Michael rolled onto his side, splaying his hand on Kurt's stomach. "My wrist, too." He held up his hand to show the scar that now adorned the skin. "Dad has me booked in for laser surgery for the uh-- the tattoo."
"Pretty soon, it'll be like it never happened." Kurt blushed. "I mean, not in your head of course. I understand it won't just disappear overnight and--"
"Kurt!" Michael laughed and kissed him again, slow and long. With a gentle nip to his lip he pulled back. "No, it won't go overnight. I still have-- dreams. I remember. And then having to relay it all to the court cameras. The pain will always be there, but it'll fade. And be replaced by new things." He smiled, and played with Kurt's fingers. "Better things."
"They'll go down you know," Kurt said, anger in his voice. "There are more discoveries being made every day about the corruption. People like you. There's no way they will keep the law for bond-servants after all this." Kurt huddled closer. "After what Dalton did to you. To Jacob." He paused and his eyes flickered away. "Dave."
For a moment, Michael tensed. He understand that deep down, even if Kurt didn't like to admit it, that he felt something akin to sympathy for Michael's ex owner. Michael had no such luxury. All he felt was hate. Maybe in time that would fade, too.
Maybe.
"Don't worry. They will." He sat up and pulled Kurt with him, his fingers tracing his cheekbone. "They'll pay for everything. And in the meantime we'll have each other."
"They need to pay for Rachel, too." Kurt shook his head sadly. "If she takes one more solo from me by lifting up her top to show her bullet scar..." Kurt leant forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I suspect it's because she doesn't realise her bra is see-through. Mr. Schue is border line rabid every lesson." He frowned. "And Santana always seems to egg her on."
“Yes,” Michael nodded with a laugh. “She keeps showing me on Skype. My dad walked in once and spent the week asking me if I was really sure.”
"I hate being away from you," Kurt murmured, moving his forehead so it pressed against Michael's. "I feel incomplete."
"Well--" Michael grinned, trying to curb the excitement. He'd been dying to tell him for weeks. "I'm pretty far behind but my dad has hired me, like, a million tutors." Michael shrugged. "I'm thinking about a college in New York. You know, like you? Since I wandered off, uh, track last time."
"Really?" Kurt sat up and gave a little bounce. "Your dad would let you?"
Michael nodded. "It took some convincing. He gets nervous when I'm out of his sight too long, but-- I need to do this, Kurt." He tilted his head. "He'll probably be up every weekend, though."
"This is fantastic! We could live together, Blaine and--" Kurt's face paled. "I'm sorry! I mean Mic--"
Michael shook his head and hugged him tight. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt when you say it. Nothing you could do could hurt me."
Kurt pulled back, his eyes searching his face. "It's really going to be alright, isn't it?"
Of course, if he reached deep inside himself, he could find something leaden and dark. Sometimes it spoke to him when he lay awake in the small hours: what happened to you? Do you remember? Was...it your fault? "The wolf hour," he'd heard someone call it, when memories and failings came roaring back to the surface and when every last thing he had ever done wrong or gone through whispered to him as he tried to fall back asleep. And he'd been typical Michael: he'd wallowed in the pain, grieved, and finally rejected it. Those wolf hours were less common these nights. "Yeah," Michael breathed at last. "I really think it is."
"It's yours, you know." Kurt looked up at him under his eyelashes, his expression coy. "My heart."
A shiver ran down Michael's spine at the familiar words, and he shoved it away. With another kiss to Kurt's lips, he pulled back and stared into the boy's sea green eyes. "No. I don't want to own it." Kurt's smile faltered. "So how about we share it? And you share mine."
“Hmm.” Kurt beamed, leaning across and wrapping his arms tight around him. "I guess I can live with that."
The End
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Author: mothergoddamn
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Blaine/Karofsky, Kurt/Karofsky
Warning: SEE ABOVE. Non Con. Character death. Homophobic language. Violence.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Thanks to rebness on this chapter!
Summary: Everyone knows that bond-servants get what they get. When Blaine enters the picture, it's harder to remember that. Slave AU.
Previous:
01/02/03/04/ 05/
06/ 07/ 08/09/ 10
11/ 12/ 13/ 14/ 15 16
You Belong to Me
Epilogue
Michael checked his reflection over as he smoothed the gel into his hair, tilting this way and that. He looked good, like, date good. If you ignored the terrified expression on his face that was.
Okay. Okay! He had to relax. Kurt was coming! God, it had felt like ages since he had seen the other boy. Sure, they talked on the phone every day and emailed pretty much hourly but it had been three months since he had actually lain eyes on the other boy. And that had been a hurried moment outside of a courtroom.
"Mike!" His father called up. "The Hummels are here!"
Kurt!
Bounding down the stairs, Michael skidded into the front room, nearly knocking his father over in the process. "Hi! Hello. Hi!" He grinned at Kurt. "Hey."
"Hello," Kurt sounded almost shy as he played with the hem of his waistcoat. "It's good to see you."
"You too, did you have a pleasant trip?" Oh, God. What the hell was that? Don't ask about traffic. Don't ask about traffic. "How was traffic?" Oh, fuck you, Brain.
"It was--" Kurt burst out laughing, easing some of the tension from the room. "It was fine. Thank you."
Kurt's father rolled his eyes and crossed the room, nodded brusquely and taking Michael's hand in a firm clasp. "Pleased to meet you. I mean, you know. Properly." He shot Kurt a narrowed look and smiled tightly. "At last."
Michael blushed and rubbed at the back of his neck. "You too, Sir."
"You have a lovely home," Kurt's step mother announced, her voice strained. "It's really-- really very lovely. Isn't it, Finn?"
"Oh, my God! Is that your television?" Finn wandered off, his walk nearly free of his limp and fingers stretched towards it almost reverently. He ghosted his fingertips over the screen hesitantly, as if afraid to mar such perfection.
"I'm glad you could make it," Michael's dad said, turning from Finn. "I mean, I know Mike has been looking forward to it. It's all he has talked about for weeks--" He tailed off, his gaze on Michael's face. He did that a lot these days. As if trying to memorise every line, every expression. Just in case. "Sorry, I--" He shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. The tension crawled back into the room, with the exception of Finn, who was trying to see of the television was as long as the length of his body.
"No, no," Burt said. "It's great. You know, the kids seeing each other-- They should, you know." And now he was doing it. Staring at Kurt with that same fear and gratefulness. "Should be a-- a fun two weeks. Yeah."
The two men stood for a moment, staring at each other awkwardly. Burt's hand clenched and unclenched on Kurt's shoulder, his jaw tightening.
"I want-- I'd like--" Michael's father blinked and he was shocked to see tears in the man's eyes. "Kurt." He decided words weren't enough and grabbed the boy from Burt's clasp and into his chest, squeezing him into a bear hug. "Thank you," he managed after a moment. "Thank you for giving me my son back."
Michael could feel tears touching at his own eyes and turned away, his hand to his mouth. Before he had time to let the moment sweep him up, Finn's arms were around him tight.
"It's great to see you, dude," he said. "And in clothes that actually fit you!"
"You too!" Michael laughed and gave a hug back. "I can walk now without tripping over."
"So." Michael's father had broken his embrace with Kurt and was wiping at his eyes. "I hope you enjoy your stay, if you er-- If you come with me I'll show you your rooms. Michael? You'll probably want sometime alone with--" he smiled tightly, "your boyfriend."
He was trying, Michael realised. Maybe he always had been but Jeremiah had filled his head with so much distrust that he had been blind to it. Hopefully someone would turn over the rock he was under some day soon. Michael couldn't believe that he had actually thought that had been love. That he had fell for it. Of course, that had been before Kurt.
"Sure, do you want to see my room?" The others laughed and Michael blushed on hearing it out loud. "I mean--"
"I'd love to!" Kurt took a step forward, scowling at Finn's thumbs-up and slow wink. "I could do with a break."
They took the stairs two at a time and Michael had one of those moments, one of the many he had since he had got his freedom back, just pure simple joy at being a teenager again. Turning, he grabbed at Kurt's hand and dragged him into his room, kicking the door closed behind them.
"Is that an Elaine Page post--" Kurt's words were cut off by Michael's lips. He walked them backwards until the back of Kurt's knees hit the bed and he tripped, bringing Michael down on top of him.
"Hello, Kurt," Michael smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. "Sorry, that's been on my mind for, oh, six months?"
"Really?" Kurt grinned, his fingers playing with the curls at the nape of Michael's neck. "What else have you been thinking about?"
Michael changed his face into intense thought. "Clue." He nodded. "Finn has me obsessed with Clue."
Kurt sighed dramatically and moved his fingers over the puckered flesh above Michael's ear. "This is healing."
"Yeah," Michael rolled onto his side, splaying his hand on Kurt's stomach. "My wrist, too." He held up his hand to show the scar that now adorned the skin. "Dad has me booked in for laser surgery for the uh-- the tattoo."
"Pretty soon, it'll be like it never happened." Kurt blushed. "I mean, not in your head of course. I understand it won't just disappear overnight and--"
"Kurt!" Michael laughed and kissed him again, slow and long. With a gentle nip to his lip he pulled back. "No, it won't go overnight. I still have-- dreams. I remember. And then having to relay it all to the court cameras. The pain will always be there, but it'll fade. And be replaced by new things." He smiled, and played with Kurt's fingers. "Better things."
"They'll go down you know," Kurt said, anger in his voice. "There are more discoveries being made every day about the corruption. People like you. There's no way they will keep the law for bond-servants after all this." Kurt huddled closer. "After what Dalton did to you. To Jacob." He paused and his eyes flickered away. "Dave."
For a moment, Michael tensed. He understand that deep down, even if Kurt didn't like to admit it, that he felt something akin to sympathy for Michael's ex owner. Michael had no such luxury. All he felt was hate. Maybe in time that would fade, too.
Maybe.
"Don't worry. They will." He sat up and pulled Kurt with him, his fingers tracing his cheekbone. "They'll pay for everything. And in the meantime we'll have each other."
"They need to pay for Rachel, too." Kurt shook his head sadly. "If she takes one more solo from me by lifting up her top to show her bullet scar..." Kurt leant forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I suspect it's because she doesn't realise her bra is see-through. Mr. Schue is border line rabid every lesson." He frowned. "And Santana always seems to egg her on."
“Yes,” Michael nodded with a laugh. “She keeps showing me on Skype. My dad walked in once and spent the week asking me if I was really sure.”
"I hate being away from you," Kurt murmured, moving his forehead so it pressed against Michael's. "I feel incomplete."
"Well--" Michael grinned, trying to curb the excitement. He'd been dying to tell him for weeks. "I'm pretty far behind but my dad has hired me, like, a million tutors." Michael shrugged. "I'm thinking about a college in New York. You know, like you? Since I wandered off, uh, track last time."
"Really?" Kurt sat up and gave a little bounce. "Your dad would let you?"
Michael nodded. "It took some convincing. He gets nervous when I'm out of his sight too long, but-- I need to do this, Kurt." He tilted his head. "He'll probably be up every weekend, though."
"This is fantastic! We could live together, Blaine and--" Kurt's face paled. "I'm sorry! I mean Mic--"
Michael shook his head and hugged him tight. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt when you say it. Nothing you could do could hurt me."
Kurt pulled back, his eyes searching his face. "It's really going to be alright, isn't it?"
Of course, if he reached deep inside himself, he could find something leaden and dark. Sometimes it spoke to him when he lay awake in the small hours: what happened to you? Do you remember? Was...it your fault? "The wolf hour," he'd heard someone call it, when memories and failings came roaring back to the surface and when every last thing he had ever done wrong or gone through whispered to him as he tried to fall back asleep. And he'd been typical Michael: he'd wallowed in the pain, grieved, and finally rejected it. Those wolf hours were less common these nights. "Yeah," Michael breathed at last. "I really think it is."
"It's yours, you know." Kurt looked up at him under his eyelashes, his expression coy. "My heart."
A shiver ran down Michael's spine at the familiar words, and he shoved it away. With another kiss to Kurt's lips, he pulled back and stared into the boy's sea green eyes. "No. I don't want to own it." Kurt's smile faltered. "So how about we share it? And you share mine."
“Hmm.” Kurt beamed, leaning across and wrapping his arms tight around him. "I guess I can live with that."
The End
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