Blaine/Kurt
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Prompt: The Warblers rule Dalton Academy, right? And Blaine seems to rule the Warblers. So try on this scenario:
A couple of days into his transfer to Dalton, Kurt notices Blaine picking on a non-Warbler kid who gets in his way or something. It's subtle, not anything he could really get in trouble for, but Kurt recognizes the fear on the kid's face, and it makes his blood run cold when he realizes Blaine put it there.
Then, Blaine turns to him, like everything's normal, smiling and warm - and Kurt realizes that there *are* bullies at his new school, even if they're not bullying *him*. Blaine isn't quite as over his issues from being bullied as he seemed at first glance. :(
Blaine's always a sweetheart to *Kurt*, but there's this underlying fear there - what if he got on Blaine's bad side? Even though Blaine is kind and loving to him, there should be a definite sense of a power imbalance here. Blaine's older, more established, more confident. Kurt knows deep down that if they ever break up, if he ever makes Blaine mad enough, he might be subject to that kind of treatment :(
Warning: This did turn into an abusive relationship fic, so if that kinda stuff makes you uncomfortable, just don't read it, 'kay?
Kurt doesn't believe it when he first sees it. He goes to meet Blaine for lunch and sees Blaine hovering over another student. This one is young, maybe a freshman and he looks scared out of his mind. There's a smile on Blaine's face, but it's not right. The smile is menacing, predatory. He leans over and says something to the kid and Kurt watches the boy go pale. Kurt backs up and walks away, trying to erase the scene from his mind. He doesn't want to believe that it was true in the slightest. Blaine would never be like that. Never.
"Hey, Kurt! Wait up!" That voice calls, but it sounds so warm, so inviting. For a while, Kurt does forget what he saw. That arm wraps around his waist and everything's okay again.
He notices it, now. The way people shift to get out of their way. The way Blaine's smile turns cold when it's directed at anybody that's not Kurt. The way people talk to Blaine, the way they talk to Kurt, sympathy lacing their voices and fear in their eyes. Kurt tries to shove it away. He's seeing things; he's paranoid. For some time, he's able to trick himself into not seeing it. He wants Blaine to be his knight in shining armor, the one person that makes his life worth it.
When they're alone together, everything is okay. Blaine is soft and kind and he'll do anything for Kurt. His touch is loving, his voice is kind. But Kurt's beginning to be able to tell when he says something wrong. If Blaine's playing with Kurt's hair, maybe he'll accidentally pull a little too hard on one of the strands. The warm smile might twitch momentarily into a grimace. His eyes might narrow slightly before returning to normal. Slowly, Kurt starts to feel that familiar terror creeping into his veins.
One such occasion proves to be a little too much for either of them. Blaine's kissing his neck and he loves it, but he has a lot of homework he needs to get done. He pushes Blaine away gently. "I have a lot to do, Blaine. Later, okay?" He hums, kissing Blaine's cheek and standing up from the bed. Suddenly, he's pulled back on to it, violently and Blaine sits on top of him. He's not smiling and his eyes are glowing with some sort of emotion that makes Kurt wish he wasn't alive. Blaine's mouth is on his neck again, only this time the touch isn't loving and soft, it's violent and angry and it hurts. Several times, Blaine bites down on his skin, leaving marks, making him bleed at one point. He tries to protest, push him away, but it does nothing but piss Blaine off even more. Kurt's laying there, lifeless, when Blaine pulls away. He flashes a grin and wipes his mouth.
"See you tomorrow, Kurt," he chimes and leaves the room. Kurt curls into himself and wills himself not to cry. He doesn't do his homework that night.
The next time it happens, Kurt finds himself apologizing for something that's not at all his fault. Blaine bites him too hard and he yelps, loudly, in his ear. Kurt's eyes are wide and scared when Blaine looks at him, his eyebrow raised, as if expecting something. "I'm sorry!" Kurt breathes. "You just startled me, I'm sorry!" He pleads and Blaine seems to be satisfied with that answer. Kurt exhales a sigh of relief when Blaine leaves. He curls up under his sheets and finds solace in his dreams.
In public, nothing has changed. In public, Blaine is the sweetheart that Kurt has always known. His eyes are warm, he's polite and kind and wonderful. In public, Kurt is the happiest he's ever been. But there are times when the terror grips his heart. He'll say something wrong and he sees that icy glare and it makes his heart squeeze in fear. But always, always, Blaine returns to normal and everything is okay. Kurt's starting to feel like he'd rather be back at McKinley. At least Karofsky wasn't bipolar.
Kurt usually finds himself paying for his mistakes all at once. At first, it was a simple punishment in the form of glares and violent handjobs. That in itself was terrible enough, terrible because he found himself liking it. It graduates on to a near rape, once. It's the smallest thing, Kurt thinks, after it's happened. He'd said the smallest thing. "I really miss McKinley." He says it in passing, there's no conversation. But he knows it triggers what happens that night.
As soon as they get back to the dorms, Kurt finds his face pressed into the wall. Blaine may be shorter than him, but hell, he's stronger than he looks. Kurt lets out a soft yelp as his jacket is ripped off and thrown somewhere in the room. "Blaine! Stop!" He says, a little too loud for his liking, apparently. Blaine's hand is on the back of his head, pushing it harder into the wall. He fights the tears and stops struggling. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "Please, Blaine, I'm sorry." The hand on his head moves away and Blaine grabs his shirt and shoves him on to the bed. When he crawls over Kurt, it's like looking at a different person. This Blaine's eyes are narrow and sharp, there's a permanent sneer on his face and Kurt's heart stops for a bit. He wants to know where his Blaine went and he finds himself fighting those tears again. This Blaine yanks down his pants, not caring about Kurt's hiss of pain. In fact, he seems to enjoy that more than anything. Kurt says nothing, but a tear that he'd been trying so hard to keep from falling slides down his cheek. He closes his eyes and looks away.
"Don't cry," Blaine says. And it's not in that cold, sarcastic tone of his, either. His Blaine is back, he can tell from the look on his face (what he can see through the tears). A hand presses to his cheek, gentle, warm, forgiving. Kurt leans into it; he feels like an entirely different person. The hand retreats and now both of Blaine's are sliding up his shirt, the motion soft and loving. Blaine pinches his nipples, not softly, but not roughly like.. other times. It sends a jolt of something straight to Kurt's groin and his head falls back. He feels Blaine's mouth on his throat, licking, nipping, teasing him. He gasps and moans and the pit of his stomach is on fire. One of Blaine's hands finds his dick, wraps around it, strokes it, slowly, gently. Kurt rolls his hips, he's shaking now.
"Blaine.." He whispers, and his voice is laced with want and lust. He feels Blaine smirk against his skin and he shudders. The air is still warm, though, his Blaine is still here. The hand around his cock tightens and the stroking speeds up a great deal. Kurt fists the back of Blaine's jacket, arching his back and burying his face into Blaine's neck. The stroking speeds up even more and Kurt rolls his hips involuntarily, rising to meet each one. He gasps and then proceeds to completely lose his breath. He's so close and- And Blaine pulls his hand away, leaving Kurt in the stages just before he lets go, teetering on the edge, but ultimately nothing happens. He lets out a soft whine and his grip on Blaine's jacket goes slack, he looks at him, his cheeks red and a pout set on his lips.
Blaine grins. "Can't let you have all the fun, Kurt," he says, his voice as smooth as velvet. He straddles Kurt, slides off his jacket and takes his sweet old time taking off his shirt. He unbuckles his belt just as slowly, and even though Kurt's getting really impatient, he keeps his mouth shut and watches. It's times like right now when Blaine is walking the fine line between Kurt's Blaine and the other one. One wrong step and Kurt could find himself face down, being pounded into the mattress instead of getting the soft, loving treatment of his Blaine. The belt's finally off and Blaine slides off the bed, shucks off his pants and crawls back on to the bed. He hooks Kurt's legs over his shoulders and slams into him. Kurt didn't expect that one. He cries out, his eyes tearing because, really, you just don't do stuff like that! He'd at least hoped Blaine would bother to stretch him a bit beforehand, or at least, you know, use some lube like a normal person.
"Fuck," he hisses as Blaine starts to thrust into him, all eloquence lost. The pain starts to ebb away and he's finally starting to enjoy it. Blaine's hand is around his dick again, stroking in time with his thrusts. Kurt clutches the blanket below him, arching and moaning and fuck he's so close again. Blaine shifts his hips and he's pounding in and hard against Kurt's sweet spot. "OhgodBlaine," he gasps, his muscles tensing as he comes in streams over Blaine's hand, on his own shirt (he should have had the sense to take it off). Blaine follows him, filling him quickly. Kurt's dizzy and exhausted and at some point, he starts to feel violated and scared, again. Blaine leaves and he curls into himself. He'd let it happen.. It had been his Blaine.. Why does he feel as if he's been raped?
Kurt tries to put a stop to it. He tells Blaine that he's afraid to be around him, despite the fact that there's an overwhelming fear in his mind that it's going to make Blaine snap.
But, Blaine looks sad, terrified, himself. Kurt stares at him, confused. "Kurt, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.. I didn't.. I don't want to do that to you," he says, his face in his hands. Kurt wraps his arms around him.
"It's okay, Blaine.." He says softly, even though it's really not. For a while, things get better. Even when they're alone, Blaine is that sweet and loving man again. For a while, Kurt forgets that he'd ever been afraid.
It happens again, many times. The fear is a familiar friend to him, now. He doesn't look at Blaine with the same love and adoration as he had in the beginning. Now, between the smiles and the laughs, there is always that fear etched into his eyebrows, the nervousness coloring his voice. He's terrified, not just scared, that Blaine will snap again and something bad will happen. He'll get raped, hit, anything. At this point, Kurt thinks he'd be happier to wear a chastity belt until he moves to New York. (Which he will, by the way, because Broadway is his dream.) Still, he stays with Blaine, keeps quiet, hides inside himself because sometimes, it's worth it. Sometimes, he'll feel those arms around them and they're warm and comforting and there's no other place he'd rather be. There are times when they have sex where Kurt feels like he's the only thing that will ever matter to Blaine. It's loving and passionate and wonderful and it leaves him in an afterglow of euphoria.
But other times.. Other times when Blaine's mad and the loving touches turn into violent bites and scrapes and bruises. The sex is forced, and most often when Kurt really doesn't want to do it. He arm around his waist is not only possessive, but predatory. It hurts him to stay like this. It kills him to be in this sort of relationship. But he fears the repercussions of leaving him more than he fears what goes on now. It will get easier, he tells himself. He can only hope that he's right.
Prompt: The Warblers rule Dalton Academy, right? And Blaine seems to rule the Warblers. So try on this scenario:
A couple of days into his transfer to Dalton, Kurt notices Blaine picking on a non-Warbler kid who gets in his way or something. It's subtle, not anything he could really get in trouble for, but Kurt recognizes the fear on the kid's face, and it makes his blood run cold when he realizes Blaine put it there.
Then, Blaine turns to him, like everything's normal, smiling and warm - and Kurt realizes that there *are* bullies at his new school, even if they're not bullying *him*. Blaine isn't quite as over his issues from being bullied as he seemed at first glance. :(
Blaine's always a sweetheart to *Kurt*, but there's this underlying fear there - what if he got on Blaine's bad side? Even though Blaine is kind and loving to him, there should be a definite sense of a power imbalance here. Blaine's older, more established, more confident. Kurt knows deep down that if they ever break up, if he ever makes Blaine mad enough, he might be subject to that kind of treatment :(
Warning: This did turn into an abusive relationship fic, so if that kinda stuff makes you uncomfortable, just don't read it, 'kay?
Kurt doesn't believe it when he first sees it. He goes to meet Blaine for lunch and sees Blaine hovering over another student. This one is young, maybe a freshman and he looks scared out of his mind. There's a smile on Blaine's face, but it's not right. The smile is menacing, predatory. He leans over and says something to the kid and Kurt watches the boy go pale. Kurt backs up and walks away, trying to erase the scene from his mind. He doesn't want to believe that it was true in the slightest. Blaine would never be like that. Never.
"Hey, Kurt! Wait up!" That voice calls, but it sounds so warm, so inviting. For a while, Kurt does forget what he saw. That arm wraps around his waist and everything's okay again.
He notices it, now. The way people shift to get out of their way. The way Blaine's smile turns cold when it's directed at anybody that's not Kurt. The way people talk to Blaine, the way they talk to Kurt, sympathy lacing their voices and fear in their eyes. Kurt tries to shove it away. He's seeing things; he's paranoid. For some time, he's able to trick himself into not seeing it. He wants Blaine to be his knight in shining armor, the one person that makes his life worth it.
When they're alone together, everything is okay. Blaine is soft and kind and he'll do anything for Kurt. His touch is loving, his voice is kind. But Kurt's beginning to be able to tell when he says something wrong. If Blaine's playing with Kurt's hair, maybe he'll accidentally pull a little too hard on one of the strands. The warm smile might twitch momentarily into a grimace. His eyes might narrow slightly before returning to normal. Slowly, Kurt starts to feel that familiar terror creeping into his veins.
One such occasion proves to be a little too much for either of them. Blaine's kissing his neck and he loves it, but he has a lot of homework he needs to get done. He pushes Blaine away gently. "I have a lot to do, Blaine. Later, okay?" He hums, kissing Blaine's cheek and standing up from the bed. Suddenly, he's pulled back on to it, violently and Blaine sits on top of him. He's not smiling and his eyes are glowing with some sort of emotion that makes Kurt wish he wasn't alive. Blaine's mouth is on his neck again, only this time the touch isn't loving and soft, it's violent and angry and it hurts. Several times, Blaine bites down on his skin, leaving marks, making him bleed at one point. He tries to protest, push him away, but it does nothing but piss Blaine off even more. Kurt's laying there, lifeless, when Blaine pulls away. He flashes a grin and wipes his mouth.
"See you tomorrow, Kurt," he chimes and leaves the room. Kurt curls into himself and wills himself not to cry. He doesn't do his homework that night.
The next time it happens, Kurt finds himself apologizing for something that's not at all his fault. Blaine bites him too hard and he yelps, loudly, in his ear. Kurt's eyes are wide and scared when Blaine looks at him, his eyebrow raised, as if expecting something. "I'm sorry!" Kurt breathes. "You just startled me, I'm sorry!" He pleads and Blaine seems to be satisfied with that answer. Kurt exhales a sigh of relief when Blaine leaves. He curls up under his sheets and finds solace in his dreams.
In public, nothing has changed. In public, Blaine is the sweetheart that Kurt has always known. His eyes are warm, he's polite and kind and wonderful. In public, Kurt is the happiest he's ever been. But there are times when the terror grips his heart. He'll say something wrong and he sees that icy glare and it makes his heart squeeze in fear. But always, always, Blaine returns to normal and everything is okay. Kurt's starting to feel like he'd rather be back at McKinley. At least Karofsky wasn't bipolar.
Kurt usually finds himself paying for his mistakes all at once. At first, it was a simple punishment in the form of glares and violent handjobs. That in itself was terrible enough, terrible because he found himself liking it. It graduates on to a near rape, once. It's the smallest thing, Kurt thinks, after it's happened. He'd said the smallest thing. "I really miss McKinley." He says it in passing, there's no conversation. But he knows it triggers what happens that night.
As soon as they get back to the dorms, Kurt finds his face pressed into the wall. Blaine may be shorter than him, but hell, he's stronger than he looks. Kurt lets out a soft yelp as his jacket is ripped off and thrown somewhere in the room. "Blaine! Stop!" He says, a little too loud for his liking, apparently. Blaine's hand is on the back of his head, pushing it harder into the wall. He fights the tears and stops struggling. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "Please, Blaine, I'm sorry." The hand on his head moves away and Blaine grabs his shirt and shoves him on to the bed. When he crawls over Kurt, it's like looking at a different person. This Blaine's eyes are narrow and sharp, there's a permanent sneer on his face and Kurt's heart stops for a bit. He wants to know where his Blaine went and he finds himself fighting those tears again. This Blaine yanks down his pants, not caring about Kurt's hiss of pain. In fact, he seems to enjoy that more than anything. Kurt says nothing, but a tear that he'd been trying so hard to keep from falling slides down his cheek. He closes his eyes and looks away.
"Don't cry," Blaine says. And it's not in that cold, sarcastic tone of his, either. His Blaine is back, he can tell from the look on his face (what he can see through the tears). A hand presses to his cheek, gentle, warm, forgiving. Kurt leans into it; he feels like an entirely different person. The hand retreats and now both of Blaine's are sliding up his shirt, the motion soft and loving. Blaine pinches his nipples, not softly, but not roughly like.. other times. It sends a jolt of something straight to Kurt's groin and his head falls back. He feels Blaine's mouth on his throat, licking, nipping, teasing him. He gasps and moans and the pit of his stomach is on fire. One of Blaine's hands finds his dick, wraps around it, strokes it, slowly, gently. Kurt rolls his hips, he's shaking now.
"Blaine.." He whispers, and his voice is laced with want and lust. He feels Blaine smirk against his skin and he shudders. The air is still warm, though, his Blaine is still here. The hand around his cock tightens and the stroking speeds up a great deal. Kurt fists the back of Blaine's jacket, arching his back and burying his face into Blaine's neck. The stroking speeds up even more and Kurt rolls his hips involuntarily, rising to meet each one. He gasps and then proceeds to completely lose his breath. He's so close and- And Blaine pulls his hand away, leaving Kurt in the stages just before he lets go, teetering on the edge, but ultimately nothing happens. He lets out a soft whine and his grip on Blaine's jacket goes slack, he looks at him, his cheeks red and a pout set on his lips.
Blaine grins. "Can't let you have all the fun, Kurt," he says, his voice as smooth as velvet. He straddles Kurt, slides off his jacket and takes his sweet old time taking off his shirt. He unbuckles his belt just as slowly, and even though Kurt's getting really impatient, he keeps his mouth shut and watches. It's times like right now when Blaine is walking the fine line between Kurt's Blaine and the other one. One wrong step and Kurt could find himself face down, being pounded into the mattress instead of getting the soft, loving treatment of his Blaine. The belt's finally off and Blaine slides off the bed, shucks off his pants and crawls back on to the bed. He hooks Kurt's legs over his shoulders and slams into him. Kurt didn't expect that one. He cries out, his eyes tearing because, really, you just don't do stuff like that! He'd at least hoped Blaine would bother to stretch him a bit beforehand, or at least, you know, use some lube like a normal person.
"Fuck," he hisses as Blaine starts to thrust into him, all eloquence lost. The pain starts to ebb away and he's finally starting to enjoy it. Blaine's hand is around his dick again, stroking in time with his thrusts. Kurt clutches the blanket below him, arching and moaning and fuck he's so close again. Blaine shifts his hips and he's pounding in and hard against Kurt's sweet spot. "OhgodBlaine," he gasps, his muscles tensing as he comes in streams over Blaine's hand, on his own shirt (he should have had the sense to take it off). Blaine follows him, filling him quickly. Kurt's dizzy and exhausted and at some point, he starts to feel violated and scared, again. Blaine leaves and he curls into himself. He'd let it happen.. It had been his Blaine.. Why does he feel as if he's been raped?
Kurt tries to put a stop to it. He tells Blaine that he's afraid to be around him, despite the fact that there's an overwhelming fear in his mind that it's going to make Blaine snap.
But, Blaine looks sad, terrified, himself. Kurt stares at him, confused. "Kurt, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.. I didn't.. I don't want to do that to you," he says, his face in his hands. Kurt wraps his arms around him.
"It's okay, Blaine.." He says softly, even though it's really not. For a while, things get better. Even when they're alone, Blaine is that sweet and loving man again. For a while, Kurt forgets that he'd ever been afraid.
It happens again, many times. The fear is a familiar friend to him, now. He doesn't look at Blaine with the same love and adoration as he had in the beginning. Now, between the smiles and the laughs, there is always that fear etched into his eyebrows, the nervousness coloring his voice. He's terrified, not just scared, that Blaine will snap again and something bad will happen. He'll get raped, hit, anything. At this point, Kurt thinks he'd be happier to wear a chastity belt until he moves to New York. (Which he will, by the way, because Broadway is his dream.) Still, he stays with Blaine, keeps quiet, hides inside himself because sometimes, it's worth it. Sometimes, he'll feel those arms around them and they're warm and comforting and there's no other place he'd rather be. There are times when they have sex where Kurt feels like he's the only thing that will ever matter to Blaine. It's loving and passionate and wonderful and it leaves him in an afterglow of euphoria.
But other times.. Other times when Blaine's mad and the loving touches turn into violent bites and scrapes and bruises. The sex is forced, and most often when Kurt really doesn't want to do it. He arm around his waist is not only possessive, but predatory. It hurts him to stay like this. It kills him to be in this sort of relationship. But he fears the repercussions of leaving him more than he fears what goes on now. It will get easier, he tells himself. He can only hope that he's right.