Fic: Forced Compromises (Blainofsky)
Title: Forced Compromises
Author: kosherrainbow
Rating: R
Character/Pairings: Blainofsky
Genre: AU, hurt/comfort, romance
Warning: non-consensual sex transformation including brief dub!con intercourse, forced heterosexuality, slash, preg,
Spoilers: Canon up until end of Season 2.
Disclaimer: don't own Glee
Notes: This is a fill for an anon's prompt at the glee_genderplay.
Summary: Blaine and David are forced into summer with their fathers. Unfortunately for the boys their fathers have a bigger plan.
Blaine Anderson awoke to the slight throbbing sensation he felt, well, everywhere. He rolls out of bed to be momentarily distracted by the flashing of his cell phone. New text: Kurt Hummel.
Hope you're having a better summer than I am. Enjoy your summer vacation, only two and half more months to go! Skype later? Love you.
He quickly replies with the affirmative before making his way to the attached bathroom, stretching out his sore muscles along the way. The ache had started about a week ago, a day after he'd left for vacation, and it wasn't as if this break from school could get much worse. Ready to start the morning routine, he ran his hand up towards his jaw to asses the overnight hair growth. He couldn't help the shock as skin touched skin. Hairless skin. Squinting his eyes, only for them to confirm what he felt. Weird. To make matter worse his hair was beyond cooperation, curlier than normal, if that were possible. He gave up after attacking it with comb, there was not enough gel left to tame the masses today. Besides he didn't really plan on going out in public much either. Gel abandoned he quickly tossed on shirts and jeans. He'd shower later.
Making his way to the living room of the condo he found Dave staring at the blank television. Dave Karofsky, his fellow prisoner for the summer. Their fathers worked for the same pharmaceutical company had brought their gay teenage sons for some father-son bonding at a research business trip half a world away from Ohio. The only people bonding, however were the teenage boys. Neither father figure was present beside showing up to make the four men dinner, a domestic act that had taken both teenagers by surprise.
“Dave?” No reply, “Earth to Dave? You okay?”
The burlier teen shakes out of his trance, “Yeah, really strange dream. Oh and your dad called, said he'll be home for lunch. His treat so don't bother making anything.”
“Strange. I wonder to what do we owe this pleasure?”
Dave murmured his agreement as both boys headed to the kitchen for cereal. Blaine went for the bowls while Dave grabbed the boxes of cereal, tossing one over to Blaine who had set the bowls down to go for spoons. Unable to react quick enough the cardboard box slammed into his chest.
“Ow, damnit.” Blaine yelped, louder than he intended for a simple box.
“Sorry. Preoccupied I guess.”
“No, its my fault. I've just been sore after all the working out.”
“Well there's not much else to do unless you want to go explore the world in a language we don't understand.”
“Nope.” They focused on constructing breakfast before Blaine broke the silence.
“So, what was this really weird dream about?”
Dave tried to get out of it, but Blaine pestered him enough about it that he finally answered red face, “I had a sex dream...”
Blaine starts to laugh but Dave finishes, “About a girl...I mean I've tried before but Kurt...no offense...always appeared. Last night it was the opposite.”
Slightly irked at the mention of his boyfriend, Blaine tries to shrug it off, regretting a little that he had pursued the topic. “Weird things happen.”
"But after I finally accepted I'm gay?”
Blaine doesn't have an answer. Joking around he grabs Dave's hand pulling it to his pants.
“Anderson!” Dave pulls back.
“Oh, come on. It's a joke. You know you like it.”
“I don't think Kurt would though.” He had a point. “Besides...if I did, I think I'd like my men a little bigger.”
Blaine is sure he's teasing. It's all they've been able to do in order to not fight, to survive each other. “I'll have you know my package is more than enough to to deliever.” He shrugs out of the nagging insult at his man hood by pretending to be okay with the taunt.
But the day only gets stranger. And its something that leaves Blaine rather weird-ed out as he returns to the kitchen for lunch after the odd conversation with Kurt.
"Blaine, what happened to your face? It looks swollen, especially your lips. Are you using that chap-stick I sent with you?”
“Babe, its noth...”Then it happens. A squeak. A break. His voice make a sound unfamiliar since puberty. “It nothing.” He quickly recovers. But it happens three more times in their conversation. Embarrassed thoroughly, the curly topped boy excuses himself for a shower before his father arrives for lunch.
The shower is another traumatic event as he discovered his chest feels swollen. The joke from earlier echoes in his mind as clean his southern regions Its just some kind of bugs. Better when its passes.
Blaine treads out to sit at the kitchen island beside once again.
“Hey, dad.” He greets the man who lays a plate before him.
“Hello, there.” Is the reply that takes the younger Anderson a back for a moment trying to decide if 'Hello, there' is better or worse than the usual 'Son.'
Dave's already halfway through his meal, chugging down the blue-raspberry drink the jock has chugged at nearly every meal since their arrival. Blaine cringe slightly at his own purple filled glass, sure, grape was his favorite, but there was such thing as too much. Still, he drank it down with the rather dry meal.
Neither feel much like working out both boys opt for a movie fest after Edward Anderson leaves the standard excuses and empty promises about spending more time with them. So, they satisfy themselves with debate and banter when Dave finds himself expectantly aroused at the female lead, though he tries desperately, almost panicked to blame it on the shirtless hero. They fall into a strange silence when Blaine voice cracks again until dinner. Dinner passes quickly, quietly. After the day there's something unsettling resting in both of the younger boys guts. They both opt to go piratically straight to bed.
Blaine is able to stay silent until lunch the next day.
“Blaine, are you okay?” Paul Karofsky asks, “You're very quiet today.”
“I'm fine.” His voice doesn't crack, but that's because its settled into something he can't pull back down. He knows he's gotten the attention of both Karofsky men.
“You don't sound fine.” Dave blurts.
“Dave, be nice.” Paul turns his attention from his son, “Are you sure?”
“It nothing, my chest is weird.”
“Weird?” Paul repeats. Blaine doens't answer. “Blaine, I work in the medical field, there's nothing you can tell me that I will find strange.”
Still Blaine doesn't tell him. He shows him. Leading the older man back he leads him to the bathroom and slowly lifts his shirt revealing and even more swollen chest Sure enough, Paul remains stoic. “I'm sure its nothing, but I'll just call your dad for a second. Let him know.”
Blaine stays put, and soon enough, Paul's back with a glass of water and a handful of pills. “He said to take these, and take a nap.” There's nothing to question so he pops them back, swallows them back with a gulp of water, and barely makes it to his bed before sleep takes over.
A small prick in his arm wakes him. The grogginess and throbbing over his body is twice as much as before and overbearing. It takes a moment to register his dad sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Dad? It hurts.”
“Shh.” The older man rubs his back. “It'll all be over shortly.”
This confuses him, but the older man continues. “Think of it as a compromise. Do you remember that talk we had back around Christmas?” He doesn't wait for a response. “You told me you that you liked liking boys and that's how you'd always feel. I'm letting you keep that. I'm just allowing you to have that like a normal person.” These words cause panic, but as he tries to move the pain spreads anew. “Shh. Shh. You'll thank me one day.” He mumbles in a tone Blaine has heard since he was a child. “A normal life. Is that so bad to want for your child? Paul wants it for David. David even wants it to some extent. To be a man's man. So, that's what he'll get. And Paul and I will have normal sons.” He pauses with a laught, "No, I guess Paul will have a normal son who likes girls. And I...I won't have a gay son anymore, no I'll have a beautiful daughter who likes boys...I will get a normal child."
To Blaine its sound more like madness.
"You are starting to look just like your mother. Beautiful. You and Dave will make a respectable couple."
A whimper escapes his throat.
“Shh. Back to sleep.”
The next time he wakes, he feels widely too aware. The searing pain in his chest takes his attention first. His hand gropes desperately under his shirt. The swells from earlier have taken shape. The voice in his head, the panic propels him to the bathroom, ripping his clothes off as he goes. His stomach churns at the sight in the mirror. Staring back at him is a pair of identical sacks of skin. He touches them, and they're plush to the touch. Scared he looks down, and takes in with a slight amount of relief that, his manhood is still there.
“Dude.” The voice startles Blaine and he sees Dave standing tired, shirtless in the doorway, “You have boobs?”
That single word causes the first wave of tears from Blaine in the following week. David and Blaine are increasingly aware of whats going on. There's no other way of describing what is happening to them: their fathers are changing them. Dave is looking more like someone packed him full of steroids, as his mind changes, Paul Karofsky ideal of a straight man. Blaine on the other feel his change more. His change is very visual, and now very clear. Because Edward Anderson has accepted the liking boys bit, Blaine just can't be a boy while does it. They try to fight back but there's nothing they can do, especially as Blaine's stature shortens an inch or so and his upper body strength redistribtes lower on his body. They're now locked in the one bed room that used to only be Blaine's. The phones and computers have been taken away. The drinks that have now been revealed to contain the culprit are now forced, when they try to refuse, down their throats three times a day. Any sign of a fight, they are medically knocked out. After two days it becoming increasingly sure there might be nothing they can do about their situation. Nothing besides be there for each other.
On their first day of confinement Blaine takes his focus off his own pain by rubbing Dave's head as a migraine racks the other boy's brain. When the former jock twist as his mind loses the part of Dave Karofsky he had just come to like about himself. And when Blaine is shot awake in the middle of the third night as he feels his hips rip and flatten, Dave whispers in his ear, reminding him to breathe. Dave holds him as his body changes faster and more noticeably than before. The breast are enlarged and defined, his already shrinking Adam's apple disappears entirely,his muscle becomes looser, his waist shrinks, skins softens, his hair grows longer and as curly as ever. He is disappearing, but he desperately refuses to use the female pronoun, and snaps when Dave lets it slip.
On the sixth day of confinement Blaine's eyes accidentally lock to the mirror, stepping out of the shower, he releases what is now just another round in a long sequence of tears. His body is no longer something he wants, is no longer something Kurt will want. The only sign that body standing on the tile was once male is the, slightly smaller, man hood resting between the now less stocky thighs.Scarred and curious, Blaine reaches down to touch behind...there's something new there, too. He pulls his hand away as if it had been burned and its all he can do to calm his breathing. Slowly his pulls on one of Dave's baggy shirts, his old clothes also mysteriously disappeared replace by a set of dresses Dave hid before Blaine could see them.
Slowly he emerges from the bathroom. Dave is already awake leaning against the locked door. Blaine opens his mouth but is quickly hushed. Taking a seat besides the other boy, the voices of their father's drift in.
“Ethical? Now your questioning ethics?” It's Blaine's father who speaks first.
Paul speaks up, “I thought we were just going to let them play it out...on their own.”
There's a sigh, but no telling who its from.
“I had hoped, but Blaine is trying to fight it. And all this will do is make this permanent faster. Its still the same results.”
“I understand that, but we don't have any proof that its effects will ever wear off.”
“Is that really a bad thing?”
Blaine's heard enough. He rushes to the bed squeezing his legs to his chest.
“I don't want this. I don't want this permanently. What about Kurt? He won't...want me...we never even...”
“Shh.” Dave joins him, and Blaine just want things to feel better so he allows Dave to hold him. “Shh. It's going....”
“Don't say okay.”
Dave lets out an half heart-ed laugh, “I wasn't...let me finish.” He pushes back a long strand of black curls, “I was going to say: It's sucks, this all sucks, but at least we have each other. Not that its any consolation.”
But for now its what they've got. Its what they'll always have.
The next time Blaine wakes it to another needle in his arm. Wearily he opens his eyes. From his curled position he sees his father giving Dave a bright blue injection before the older man disappears. The sound of the door locking follows. It echoes.
It doesn't take long before they discover themselves in the results of the overheard conversation.The side effects of the last forced substance unleased on thier bodies. A slow heat rolls through him,taking over his whole body and he sees a familiar hunger in Dave's face. They shoot away to opposites of the bed, but the heat takes control. Another decision made by their fathers they won't be able to fight. The voice that says he doesn't want it drifts away. Soon any comfort will do and Dave's lip are the first place to start. Dave takes over traveling down to the remaining member, hands pinching the breast Blaine unwilling responds to. The taller (now more than ever) boy pulls back.
“I can't...I can't. I mean I want to...”
“Dave...” The soft voice begs the name. “Just suck me, please.”
“I'm sorry...I can't, but I want. I want to...” There a moment as Blaine watches Dave strip. Soon there's an unexpected entrance between his legs forcing an equally unexpected moan, the new curve of his back lifts towards the sensation. His body rushes it sensation releasing the tightness in another series of moans.
“Dave.” He pants. But as soon as the heat comes, Dave pulls away.
“I'm sorry.” There's panic in his voice. “Blaine, I'm so sorry.” There a moment before as Dave fumbles for words. “Its gone.”
There's no need for him to explain what 'it' is.
Seven Months later.
Kurt Hummel stares longingly at the screen of his phone. He hadn't seen Blaine's name, much less heard from his boyfriend since he mysteriously vanished during summer. Just a brief card that simply said sorry, and that he should move on. With a wistful sigh he stuffed the phone back into his bag, as he stepped through the grocery store doors. He just needs to pick some things up for Friday night dinners. He's crossed off half the items on his list when there's movement in the corner of his eyes that catches his attention. A mass of wild black curls turns a corner. Unable to explain his curiosity Kurt follows into the aisle, only to notice that the person is wearing a Crawford uniform. Disappointed he starts to turn away, but his eyes catch the figure at end of the aisle pushing a shopping cart. Dave Karofsky. Dave Karofsky wearing a familiar blue jacket with red piping. Kurt had heard the rumor the jock transferred to Dalton but he never got to ask Blaine. The curiosity that led him to the aisle keeps him watching as the woman, no, teenage girl, moves into Dave's arms depositing a bag of diapers into the basket. Kurt can see the woman in profile now, there's a growth under her uniform. She's undeniably pregnant. There's a rage that start in Kurt, the jock has reached an unforgivable low, dragging another person into his giant closet. Dave sees him, Kurt swears he does, but the other boy simply pulls the tiny girl closer, kissing the top of her hair, whispering, smiling.
They're moving. Kurt looks for an escape.
“Kurt!” Karofsky voice foils his plan. The tone is unexpected. Almost like he's a normal person.
“It's been a while.” Its almost said like they've been friends. “How are you?”
“Like you care.” Kurt comments. “I thought you changed.”
“In a ways you wouldn't understand, Hummel.” It's then Kurt sees the pain on the pairs face, and he just knows there's a story there. There's an awkward silence. Kurt takes stock of Dave's companion, there's something familiar, but Kurt reminds himself that she was probably at the Warbler's 'Animal' performance.
“I'm sorry,” The light voice interrupts, “I'm Elaina Karofsky,” Kurt sighs, Dave must have a sister, “His wife.”
The wind is knocked out of Kurt. This is just too much.
“We got married a few months ago.” Dave explains awkwardly, “Our parents were surprisingly encouraging. We're happy, Kurt.”
There's something foreign about Dave's tone. They start to walk away.
“Dave,” Kurt calls. “Do you see Blaine at Dalton? I tried to drive up, but no one would tell me anything.”
There's genuine shock covers both their faces. “They didn't tell you. They swore they would tell you.”
There a muffled cry from the girl who buries her face into Dave's chest.
"I'm sorry, Kurt...Blaine's gone.”
Six Years Later
The twenty-four year old stares into the mirror. He (yes, he, his last stand of defiance) stares into the mirror... an odd fascination he's developed since that summer before his senior year of high school. Slowly, he reaches behind him to unzip the dress. The dresses, he's come to terms with as they cover the abdominal area that is once again round. Pulling off the garments, he rubs the protruding skin, focusing on that instead of the tender, swollen breast, or the item missing between his legs. The children are the blessing he takes from this nightmare. Them and Dave are the only reason he keeps going. Life doesn't quite fit anymore, the only person who understands is Dave.
Almost on cue, he sees in the mirror Dave enter the room
“They fell asleep as soon their heads hit the pillows.”
His husband strips the shirt off the body he's jealous of before their eyes meet in the glass. Strong pair of arms wrap around his expanding waist line.
“Blaine.” Is the whisper in his ear. The name Dave calls him when its just the two of them. And he's grateful for that.
There's a moment of silence. “Why do you stay?”
Dave freezes.
“I'm sorry. I don't mean to hurt you. Its just that your normal...and I'm not...I don't feel...I...”
“I feel the same." Dave gently speaks, "Like my body, my brain tells me to think. And every time it stings, because its like every thing I once wanted is dangled out of my reach on the other side of bars I'll never escape. You know that, too.”
Blaine shudders.
“But I love you. Not your body. Not after all these years. After everything that has happened since that summer.” He self-consciously turns the long scar on his forearm out of sight from the mirror as Dave's face grows red. “You know some times...I used to image that this is how every thing was supposed to go. That we're happy...And I know we're happy. But the same kind of happy as every one else.”
Blaine's heart warms. The voice bent in his ear mumbles again. “I'm more afraid that you'll leave me. Go through that transition stuff...become a man again. That option is there for you. And I would never hate you if you took it. At least there's hope...I want to want...but I...can't...”
Blaine spins around. Its his turn to hold Dave. “Shh...We have each other. I think that more than enough consolation.
Another Two years later.
From the nurses station the older scrub dressed woman watches as the familiar young family enters into the ward through the door. They're a happy looking young couple, with their hands full. The man holds a baby carrier, the woman has the toddler balance on her hip. The two older children follow.
“If it isn't my favorite visitors.” The nurse greets. “How are y'all doing?”
“We're just fine.” The man answer.
“Who is first this time?” She looks to the children, but its the woman who answers.
“It'll be us, first this time.” Referencing herself and the toddler.
“Sure thing, Mrs. Karofsky.”
“Elaina, please. After all this time.” There's such a charismatic charm about the woman.
“Elaina.” The nurse agrees. Doing the regular routine, exchanging shoes for booty, removing strings, and sharp objects. Solemly the nurse leads her down the white down the hall way linee with rooms of patients. The nurse drops the pair of at the final door to the hall way. “Here we are. Just ring when you want to leave.”
“Ready to see Grandma?” Elaina asks the toddler who giggles in response.
The mother and child follow the nurse, “Mrs. Anderson, you have visitors.”
“My son.” The old woman replies. “I want to see my son.”
The nurse smiles sympathetically as see leave. She pause a moment, she thought she heard...no, they were told not to encourage the patients delusions.
Still, for a brief second she could have sworn Elaina Karofsky say, “Hello, Father.'
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