Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Finn/Rachel, Sam/Mercedes, Mike/Tina, Artie/Brittany, background Brittany/Santana,
Genre: Romance/Drama/AU, Slash (obviously)
Rating: eventual NC-17
Spoilers: Up to Season 2 Episode 22 (New York)
Summary: What Blaine Anderson wants, Blaine Anderson gets and from the moment he meets Kurt Hummel on the stairs at Dalton Academy he's determined that the beautifully broken boy will be no exception. When lust turns to love and Kurt becomes more than a conquest, Blaine shows just how far the boy who has everything is willing to go for love- the one thing he's never had.
A/N ~ I am humbled and blown away by the response to the last chapter. You guys rock and I am awed by how many of you were still waiting on this to update and still faithful readers. This story means a great deal to me personally and it means so much to me that so many of you have taken my vision and my story into your hearts as well. So thank you and I only hope that I continue to put out a story that stays true to my vision and that you guys enjoy the almost 23,000 words I pumped out for this chapter. It's a doozy :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did Blaine wouldn't have cheated on Kurt with a lighthouse.
Overall Story Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, homophobic and biophobic language, explicit sex, underage drinking and drug use, high risk sexual behavior, emotional manipulation, bullying, racial slurs, implied suicidal thoughts...will add appropriate warnings for individual chapters
Chapter specific warnings: This chapter is my take on some of the events in NBK so it will contain non consensual sexual contact (the kiss between Kurt and Dave) and as well as general references to consent issues and the effects non-consensual forced physical contact can have on a victim. There are also references to PTSD and physical reactions to emotional trauma (panic attacks and flashbacks) as well as fat shaming, the discussion of internalized homophobia, discussion of conversion camps and homophobic ideas and attitudes, victim blaming, manipulation, blackmail, certain dramatic license for plot purposes (suspend some belief for me pls), brief mention of sexual harassment, and canon typical physical violence.
Previous Chapters start here: Chapter One: Maybe We're Victims of Fate
Chapter Twenty-Two: Sympathy for the Devil
"So Figgins agreed to expel Karofsky just like that?" Kurt asked skeptically.
"Figgins can be a reasonable man when properly motivated," Blaine shrugged.
"I'm sorry but nothing about this makes sense," Kurt argued. "Our parents were in there with him for hours this morning and all they got was a bunch of excuses and a suggestion to take it up with the school board."
"Maybe that's why he finally stepped up," Jeff said as he exchanged a quick look with Blaine. "It's just politics. Everybody talks about the problem but nobody ever actually does anything until they know they're being watched. He knows he's being watched now."
"He just took your word for it, just like that?"
"I can be very convincing," Blaine answered.
"That's one way of putting it," Jeff mumbled.
Blaine shot Jeff a dark look and then gave Kurt a sunny smile. "The point is David Karofsky isn't going to be a problem for you anymore."
"Thank you," Kurt replied. "I don't know how you did it and I don't even care. Just…really Blaine, thank you."
"I keep telling you that you don't have to thank me."
"Yeah, because that's what boyfriends do, isn't Blaine?" Jeff broke in, nudging Blaine not so subtly with his shoulder.
Blaine glared at Jeff and then rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling out of his depth. "I ah, I –I I guess it is, what boyfriends do…if they're boyfriends?" He said uncertainty turning his statement into a question.
Kurt's cheeks blazed and he stared at a spot on the floor. "I um, I suppose if people were boyfriends that's what they'd do."
"Oh my God," Jeff moaned. "Having a real life OTP should not be this hard. Look you," he said pointing to Blaine. "Do you want to be Kurt's boyfriend?"
Blaine was torn between smothering Jeff with a pillow and wishing the ground would swallow him whole. It wasn't a secret that he had feelings for Kurt and it wasn't a secret that things between them were intensifying but neither of them had pushed to put a label on things. He started to snap at the meddlesome Warbler but one look at Kurt's pinched and worried face completely overrode his anger.
Kurt had shifted so that he was no longer pressed against Blaine. The countertenor had drawn his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms protectively around them and had his head bowed.
He's afraid I'm going to say no, Blaine realized.
With any other boy in any other situation it wouldn't even have been a question. Blaine would have said no and been out the door so fast there he would have left scorch marks on the carpet. Commitment was something that Blaine had never wanted and he'd taken great pains to never let any of his entanglements progress to the point where things like labels such as boyfriend or behavior such as monogamy could be reasonably expected from him.
But this wasn't any other boy, this was Kurt. Kurt with his quick wit, soft smiles and intoxicating blend of strength and fragility who had so completely captivated Blaine that running for the door was the last thing Blaine wanted to do.
He ducked his head down so that he could look Kurt in his eyes. "I've never been anyone's boyfriend before," he confessed quietly. "I may not be very good at it, but I'd be honored if you gave me the opportunity to try."
The smile that broke out over Kurt's face was enough to erase any lingering doubts Blaine had that a relationship with Kurt, complete with labels and expectations, was exactly what he wanted.
"I've never been anyone's boyfriend either so for once we're on even ground," Kurt said, uncoiling his body and scooting closer to Blaine on the couch. He reached out and tangled their fingers together. "I look forward to learning with you, Blaine Warbler."
"Yay my OTP is canon. Now kiss," Jeff demanded, clapping his hands together.
"You are a moment ruiner. I'm going to have Nick put Net Nanny on your computer and block Tumblr," Blaine muttered.
"Hey man, I'm just trying to captain my ship," Jeff smiled unperturbed by the threat.
Kurt shook his head. "You two are insane."
"And now you're stuck with me," Blaine sighed happily, pulling Kurt towards him.
Just then the front door crashed open and Finn barreled through it, followed by Burt.
"Kurt! Dude what happened to you? Tina said you were in Trig and then you just disappeared. You weren't in Glee and I waited by the Nav after school and you never showed. I thought something bad had happened to you," Finn cried.
Kurt scrambled up off the couch and took a step forward. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you stranded, Finn. I-"
"Finn called the shop in a panic," Burt picked up the story, advancing on Kurt until he was standing in front of him. "I go to the school and find your SUV in the parking lot and you nowhere to be found and then Mohawk-"
"Puck," Finn corrected.
"Says he saw you cutting out early with these two!" Burt thundered. "What the hell were you thinking? Skipping out early, leaving your car, stranding Finn? You are in so much trouble that they haven't invented the word to describe the amount of trouble you're in and hey, hey whoa Kurt!"
Burt's anger switched to concern when he noticed that Kurt was trembling, almost violently, and the look in his eyes was wild, as if he were a trapped animal who had been backed into a corner. "Kurt?" He questioned in a much softer voice, as he reached towards his son.
"Don't touch me!" Kurt screamed, stepping back and tripping over his own feet. He stumbled backwards, and only missed cracking his head on the coffee table because Blaine caught him.
Blaine's arms tightened around him and Kurt struggled to break free. "No, no, no, let me go, get off, let me go!" He screamed.
Blaine half carried, half dragged Kurt the few steps over to the sofa and sat him down before letting him go and backing up. Kurt instantly curled up into a protective ball and began sobbing.
"What the hell is going on here?" Burt demanded as he moved towards Kurt.
"Mr. Hummel, don't." Blaine ordered stepping in front of Burt and cutting off his access to Kurt.
"Why is he…what happened?" Finn asked softly.
"Jeff, stay with him. Don't touch him, don't yell, don't-"
"Blaine," Jeff cut his friend off, "You really gonna tell me how to handle PTSD?"
Blaine swore quietly. "I didn't-"
"Its cool man," Jeff waved him off. "We'll be fine. You go explain things to Kurt's peeps. We'll be good here."
Burt followed Blaine into the kitchen, keeping Kurt in his line of sight and Finn trailing behind them.
"What happened to my boy?" Burt demanded. "And how are you involved in it?"
Blaine decided the best way to break the news to Burt and get the reaction he wanted was to give Burt every dirty detail while seeming reluctant to do so.
"I missed Kurt," he told Burt honestly. "Jeff-that's Jeff in the living room-he kind of talked me into ditching afternoon classes and bringing him with me to see Kurt."
"You have to know nothing about that is okay with me," Burt interrupted.
Blaine nodded. "I know it was irresponsible but," he ducked his head hoping he was pulling off the shy, abashed look he was going for. "I missed him," he said again softly.
"Okay," Burt said, as he dragged a hand over his face. "We'll talk about how irresponsible that was of you later. So you cut out of school to see Kurt. Then what happened?"
"Jeff and I got to McKinley and Kurt was just…standing in the middle of one of the hallways, staring at his reflection. He was…" Blaine's voice trailed off and he looked up at Burt, letting every bit of the anger and fear he'd felt when he'd first seen Kurt show on his face. "He was a wreck. He was pale, he'd been crying, he completely lost it when I touched him."
"Like just now?" Finn asked.
"Worse," Blaine bit out, still not entirely over his anger at the bigger boy. "He was worse. I took him into a bathroom and he told me…Mr. Hummel, I don't know if I should…Kurt tries really hard not to worry you and he'll be really upset with me if- "
"I told Kurt and now I'm telling you, I'm the parent here. It's my job to protect Kurt, not the other way around. Now you tell me what happened and don't even think about leaving anything out," Burt barked.
Blaine bit the inside of his cheek to keep his smile at bay. "David Karofsky went after Kurt again. He…he shoved Kurt into a locker-"
"He does that all the time and Kurt's never reacted like this," Finn interrupted.
"Or maybe Kurt's just never let you see him react like this," Blaine fired back.
"So this is because Kurt got hurt again?" Burt asked stopping the argument before it could start.
"Yes, but not because of the locker shove," Blaine said. "Kurt felt really bad that your meeting with the principal didn't go as well as you'd hoped and he was just…I think he was just tired of being a target. So he, um, he followed Karofsky and confronted him."
Burt felt the blood in his veins turn to ice as all the worse case scenarios played in his head.
"They fought?" Finn asked.
"Not this time," Blaine said in a calculated move. He was knew that Kurt hadn't told his father about the fight at the movie theater and he knew that dropping that extra nugget of information would put today's incident in the worst possible light.
"This time?" Burt jumped on the phrase just as Blaine had hoped he would.
"Yes sir," Blaine said, ducking his head again. "A little while ago Kurt was out with friends, um, Sam and Mercedes and Karofsky attacked him in the bathroom at the Cineplex. But Kurt totally kicked ass," Blaine added quickly.
"Karofsky jumped him too?" Finn wondered.
"What do you mean, too?" Burt whirled around and faced Finn.
Thanks for the assist Finn, Blaine smiled internally.
"Um," Finn said, staring down at his feet. "I sort of…kind of…got caught up with Rachel and left Kurt at school once and uh…um, Azimio Adams, you know from the football team? He kinda jumped Kurt in the hall."
"And when the hell was this?"
"Little while ago?" Finn croaked.
"And not one of you saw fit to tell me?"
"Kurt doesn't like to worry you-"
"I figured if Kurt was keeping quiet for a reason-"
"He trusted me and I couldn't break his confidence-"
"Everybody's been trying real hard to make sure he's not left alone since-"
"I'm sorry," Finn and Blaine said in unison.
"Sorry isn't quite gonna cut the mustard here boys," Burt stated. "We'll be having a nice, long talk about secrets you keep and secrets you tell in a little bit, right now I want to know what happened today."
"They were in the locker room alone and they had words," Blaine said vaguely.
"Cut the crap kid," Burt ordered. "Stop pussyfootin' around and tell me what that animal did to my son."
"He kissed him," Blaine blurted out. "Kurt said he held his head so he couldn't move and just…kissed him."
"Whoa," Finn breathed.
Burt felt sick. He had always assumed that because Kurt was a boy there were certain things he just wouldn't have to worry about as much as he would have if Kurt had been a girl. Even when Kurt came out, Burt had been more concerned with Kurt being pressured to go further than he was ready for or taken advantage of by someone older or with more experience than he had been with any sort of sexual contact being forced on Kurt without his consent.
Apparently he had worried about the former too much and about the latter not enough.
"Is that all he did?" Burt forced out past the lump in his throat. He hated that he was actually praying the only thing that had happened to his son was a forced kiss.
"Physically yes," Blaine nodded. "But after…after he kissed him Karofsky freaked out. I guess he's struggling with some stuff but he really, really freaked out."
"Karofsky's gay? That doesn't even make any sense! He's always giving Kurt crap for being gay! He goes out of his way to make Kurt miserable. He's always pushing him, or insulting him and in Breadstix he just seemed so mad when he thought Kurt and I were on a date and oh-" Finn said, his eyes widening in comprehension.
"Yeah oh," Blaine rolled his eyes at Finn. "Sometimes the biggest homophobes are just…so deep in the closet they can't deal."
"What else did he do to my boy?" Burt interrupted.
"He threatened to kill Kurt if he told anyone about the kiss," Blaine announced.
Burt's reaction couldn't have been better if Blaine had scripted it himself. His face went white and then turned red and his hands clenched into fists. "I'm gonna kill that little bastard," Burt growled as he turned to stride out of the kitchen.
Blaine quickly positioned himself in front of Burt and placed a gentle hand on the man's forearm. Kurt's father ending up with a murder charge was not part of Blaine's plan. "Mr. Hummel please," he begged. "Kurt needs you to be here for him more than you need to go snap Karofsky's neck."
"He threatened to kill him," Burt hissed. "How am I supposed to let my kid walk back into that school knowing that thug could be waiting for him around any corner?"
I'm so glad you feel that way, Blaine thought. "He won't be," Blaine rushed to reassure Burt. "I took care of it. He was expelled."
"You took care of it," Burt repeated. "How?"
Blaine took a deep breath. "I'm an Anderson," he said softly. "There's a certain amount of…privilege that comes along with that. I don't like to…I hate trading on my name," he lied, "But sometimes it's a necessary evil. Kurt needs to be safe and that won't happen as long as Karofsky's around."
Burt dropped into a nearby chair, the fight suddenly drained out of him. "I don't care what you did," he shook his head. "I should but I don't. I just care that my boy is safe."
"He means a lot to me," Blaine admitted. "I'd do anything I had to keep him safe."
"So…what do we do now?" Finn asked.
"Keep quiet," Blaine advised. "Kurt's not…he's not in a good place. He needs time to process and time to figure out what he wants to do about what happened to him. I think it's a good idea to give it to him."
"I think it's a good idea to call the cops," Burt muttered.
"That might be a mistake," Blaine cautioned, determined not to let the situation get out of his control. "Kurt's feeling pretty wrecked right now. He could barely tell me what happened. I don't know if he's capable of making a statement or handling the type of scrutiny that pursuing your legal options could bring. Plus…there were no witnesses. It's Kurt's word against Karofsky's and in this town…"
Blaine didn't say it but the implication that in Lima nobody was going to take the gay kid's word over the football player's was understood.
"He'd just turn it around on Kurt and say Kurt kissed him and-"
"Everybody would believe him," Finn admitted. "The guys are always saying stuff about Kurt being out to spread the gay. Nobody even suspects that Karofsky…they'd blame Kurt."
Bless you Finn. You keep this up and you might just get yourself off my list, Blaine thought.
"I find out the kid making Kurt's life a living hell has upped the ante and I'm supposed to just let it go?" Burt fumed.
"No," Blaine said soothingly. "No one's saying to let it go, we're just saying to hold off on doing anything major until Kurt's in a better place. Karofsky's out of McKinley so that's one less thing to worry about. Maybe for right now we just focus on making sure Kurt's okay."
"We huh," Burt questioned. "You think you get a say?"
"I know that I don't," Blaine acknowledged, "I just want what's best for Kurt. And I know that you're the one who gets to decide that, I just…I just want him to be okay."
Burt nodded. "I believe that," he said. "And thank you for taking care of him. You seem to be making a habit of that."
"It's not one I plan on breaking anytime soon," Blaine stated.
"So…what are we gonna do about Karofsky?" Finn asked.
"When he's a little less shaky we're gonna sit down with Kurt and talk this out but for right now…for right now making sure that he's okay is gonna be the top priority. Everything else can wait," Burt decided.
"So Karofsky just gets away with it? We should just tell-"
"No Finn," Kurt's voice came from the doorway. "I don't believe in outing. We don't know why Karofsky's struggling so much and we don't know what the consequences might be for him if he comes out. No one deserves to be forced to come out before they're ready, not even someone as hateful as Karofsky."
"You okay son?"
"No," Kurt said truthfully. "I keep feeling like I'm right back in that locker room with his hands on my face and I just…I'm not okay."
"You don't have to be," Blaine said quickly, moving to Kurt's side. "No one expects you to be."
"Blaine's right," Finn added. "Stuff's been rough for you man. You've taken a lot of hard hits lately and it's okay if you can't just walk 'em off anymore."
"Thank you Finn," Kurt whispered.
"I know I should have told you what was going on," Kurt addressed his father.
"Yeah, you should have," Burt agreed. "And when Carole gets home we're gonna talk about why you didn't and where we go from here."
Blaine knew an opening when he saw one so he grabbed the opportunity to take his leave. "I hate leaving you but it sounds like some heavy duty family stuff is about to go down, plus Jeff and I gotta get on the road so we can make it back before anyone notices we're gone."
Kurt nodded. "I'll see you guys out."
"Bye Mr. Hummel, Finn." Blaine said his goodbye's as Jeff waved awkwardly and Kurt walked them out to Blaine's car.
"I'm sorry your visit was such a bust," Kurt said.
"Hey none of that," Blaine shushed him. "I value any time I get to spend with you. Besides," he knocked his hip into Kurt's, "I got myself a boyfriend today. I'd say that makes for a pretty successful visit."
Kurt grinned back. "There is that."
"Can I kiss my boyfriend?" Blaine whispered running his thumb over Kurt's cheekbone.
Kurt swallowed hard and nodded. Part of him was afraid that kissing Blaine would trigger another panic reaction but another part of him was determined not to let what had happened with Karofsky touch any part of his relationship with Blaine.
The feather light brush of Blaine's lips against Kurt's was as far removed from the bruising kiss Karofsky had forced on him as one could get but Kurt still felt a flare of momentary panic bubble up inside of him. Before Kurt could fall into the abyss, Blaine stepped back, not pushing Kurt any further than he was capable of going. It wasn't their best kiss, but Kurt thought it was probably their most important.
"Thank you," he murmured.
"Thank you," Blaine returned. "I know that wasn't easy for you."
"You're not Karofsky."
"No I'm not," Blaine agreed. "So remember that you can always tell me no."
Kurt gave Blaine a small peck on the cheek. "I knew that," he said softly. "I think I needed to hear it."
"I'll always do my best to give you what you need," Blaine promised.
"Get out of here you big sap," Kurt laughed as he stepped back. "Text me when you get in so I know you made it back safe."
"As you wish," Blaine grinned, sliding into the driver's seat. "Bye baby," he said starting the car.
"Bye," Kurt said waving to the duo as Blaine started driving. He waited until he saw the taillights disappear down the block before he turned and went back inside.
"So," Jeff drawled. "Back to Dalton we go?"
"Not quite yet," Blaine answered. "I have to make a stop first."
"Uh oh," Jeff groaned. "That's your plotting face. What are you up to now?"
"Plausible deniability Jeffrey," Blaine answered as he plugged an address into his GPS. "You'll want it for this one."
Jeff nodded. "Fine then. But if I'm gonna be stuck in the car while you do your Machiavelli impersonation, I get to control the radio."
Blaine sighed. "I swear to Christ if you turn on Radio Disney-"
"And I was like baby, baby baby oh-"
"The side of the road, Jeff. The side of the road."
"And I was like baby, baby, baby no-"
"I hate you and everything you stand for."
"Thought you'd always be mine,"
"I was very, very bad in a former life," Blaine muttered as he pulled up outside a nondescript ranch style house.
"You're very, very bad in this life," Jeff returned. "And where are we?"
"Deniability. Got it," Jeff nodded, settling down into his seat.
Blaine stepped out of the car, walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
Dave's day had gone from bad to worse. He knew he should have just left Hummel alone. He'd been too keyed up and emotional from the disaster of a conversation he'd had with his mother and Jamie's rejection to be able to keep himself in check and he'd let himself get too caught up in the moment and now he was completely fucked because of it.
He kept replaying the moment that he'd kissed Kurt over and over and he couldn't get the horrified expression that had been on Kurt's face when he'd pushed him away out of his head. He wanted to curl into a ball and cry when he recalled how broken Kurt had sounded and the look of utter terror on the boy's face when Dave had threatened to kill him. It made him sick to think that Kurt had believed him, that the other boy thought that Dave was capable of actually killing him. Dave wasn't. He knew he wasn't. Yeah, he may have crossed the line with Kurt and taken things way too far but Dave didn't have it in him to actually make good on a threat like that and it bothered him that there was someone out there who thought that he was so dangerous and out of control that he could.
Dave had thought the worst part of his day was going to be leaving Kurt in the locker room with that shattered look on his face but he'd been wrong. Having Figgins kick him out of school had been worse. He was off the team and out of school and he'd have to tell his parents that he'd been expelled for bullying. Dave had no idea what he was going to do. He'd been all but guaranteed a football scholarship to Ohio State after graduation and now his entire future was in jeopardy all because he couldn't deal and he couldn't keep his hands off Kurt Hummel.
Dave had always known that he was pushing his luck with behavior around Kurt and sooner or later his fixation on the other boy would come back to haunt him. He'd always assumed that disaster would strike in the form of Azimio realizing how often he talked about the other boy, or Lewis catching him staring or Strando figuring out that the only reason he would shove Kurt or suggest tossing him in the dumpster was so he'd have an excuse to touch him. He'd never dreamed that he'd be the one to send his own world spinning off of its axis.
Dave groaned and banged his head against his headboard, wishing he could just erase the entire day from existence but he knew it was futile hope. No matter how much he wished he could take it back or get a do over he knew that wasn't going to happen. He had finally crossed the line into the land of no return and now someone else knew his secret. To make matters worse it was the one person who would be completely justified in taking revenge on Dave and the only hope he had of keeping Kurt quiet was if Kurt believed he could actually be a murderer.
Dave stared at the clock. His mother was at her book club and his father was still at work but they'd both be home within the next couple of hours and Dave had no idea how he was going to explain his expulsion to either of them without the truth of what he'd been doing to Kurt and why coming out.
The door bell jarred him out of his thoughts. He made his way down the stairs, fully intending to tell whichever one of the guys it was that he didn't feel up to hanging out and then go back brooding but when he opened the door all of those plans evaporated.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"What nice manners you have. Your parents must be so proud," Blaine mocked.
"Get out of here before I-"
"Kill me? Or maybe you wanna kiss me too?" Blaine taunted venom and derision dripping from his words in equal measure.
"I-w-who-I don't know what you're talking about. Now get off my property you perv," Dave stammered.
"Your property?" Blaine questioned, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet. "Funny you bring that up. This isn't actually your property."
"Fine, my parents, whatever just get out of here."
"Wrong again," Blaine smiled. "It's not exactly your parents property either…at least not for much longer."
"What?" Dave asked confused.
"Home ownership 101: Most people who purchase a home can't pay for it in full at the time of the closing so they take out a mortgage which is a loan to finance the purchase of the house. With me so far?"
"What the fuck does this-"
"The home is collateral for the loan, which FYI is a legal contract that states the home owner will with interests and other various costs over a standard time period of fifteen to thirty years," Blaine continued. "Now here's where things get interesting. If the homeowner fails to pay the debt, the lender has the right to take back the property and sell it to cover the amount owed, it's a nifty little process known as foreclosure."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Guess whose daddy fell behind on his payments and is currently a hop, skip and jump away from eating all his meals at the midnight mission?"
Dave felt as if he were going to pass out. "We're losing our home?"
"That's what happens when daddy gambles away the house payment four months in a row," Blaine shrugged.
Dave felt tears burn in the back of his eyes. He knew that his dad had a gambling addiction but it had been years since Paul Karofsky's last relapse and Dave thought his dad had his problem under control. Finding out from Blaine of all people that not only had his father relapsed, but they were going to lose their home because of it was a crushing blow.
"Come to gloat?" He asked dully.
"Just a little bit yeah," Blaine grinned. "But mainly I came to give you an opportunity to save yourself and your family."
"Wow, you just keep living up to the stereotype don't you?" Blaine mused. "Dumb jock," he clarified at Dave's bewildered look. "Body big, brain little."
"Fuck you," Dave swore.
"Yeah not my type," Blaine declined. "I prefer my guys to look little less like the before picture of a Jenny Craig client. But hey, don't let that get you down. There are a lot of chubby chasers out there in the world who would love nothing more than to jiggle your belly roll. But if feeders make you a little uncomfy I'm sure you can find someone willing to put a bag over your head and hit it from the back."
Dave raised his fist and took a step towards Blaine but the younger boy didn't even flinch.
"Did you not meet your gay bashing quota for the day?"
"I don't…I didn't…I didn't gay bash," Dave said, dropping his fist and stepping back quickly.
"Except for the part where you did," Blaine growled. "Now I understand you're having some trouble accepting the fact that you like cock-"
"And I get it," Blaine continued undeterred. "I have a little experience dealing psychologically unbalanced closet cases and given your particular situation I can't really blame you for wanting to hang out with the White Witch and eat Turkish delight-"
"I'm not a closet case-," Dave whispered furiously, looking around to make sure none of his neighbors were listening.
"Let's face it, you start singing I'm Coming Out and your world goes to hell in a hand basket before you even make it to the chorus. Your dad might be able to deal but your mom?" Blaine whistled lowly. "I don't think she'd take it too well, do you?"
Dave blanched when he remembered his mom's earlier contention that she would disown him before she accepted that her son was a homosexual.
"And then there's OSU and your dreams of playing in the NFL," Blaine continued. "Hey question: how many openly gay professional football players are there?"
Dave squeezed his eyes shut, willing the tears that were threatening to go away. He didn't want to give Blaine the satisfaction of crying in front of him.
"The answer is none," Blaine supplied happily. "In fact the only pro baller that's ever come out of the closet didn't do it until he retired. Wonder why that is?"
"You damn well know why," Dave grit out.
"Indeed I do," Blaine chuckled. "And so do you. So let's recap where we are, shall we? Your family's about to be out on their ass and you're one ugly truth away from a lifetime of mental and emotional scars caused by the well meaning folks at the conversion camp of your mother's choice. That's assuming daddy doesn't gamble away your entrance fee. Plus we haven't even talked about how your friends and teammates are going to react to knowing you're as gay as a rainbow colored unicorn. But you might be spared the brunt of their reaction since you've been expelled, but oh wait… no school means no football and no football means no scholarship, and since you're as dumb as a box of rocks, no scholarship means no college. Wow Dave, you are thoroughly and completely fucked."
"Tell me something I don't know," Dave hissed.
"Okay," Blaine answered. "How about this: I can make it all go away."
Dave stared at Blaine in shock. "Why would you help me?"
"I'm not helping you," Blaine glowered. "This isn't about you. This is about Kurt and giving him the life he deserves."
"Kurt needs to be as far away from McKinley and this backwater town as possible. I can't take him to New York or Los Angeles, but I can damn sure get him to Westerville and into Dalton."
"How does helping me get Kurt into Dalton?"
"C'mon Dave, think," Blaine jeered. "You threatened to kill him. Do you think Kurt's gonna wanna walk the halls knowing that you can pop out at any moment? You think his dad-who knows what you did by the way-is gonna let Kurt stay at a school that refuses to protect him when he has Dalton and their shiny zero tolerance policy against bullying as a viable alternative?"
"But I got expelled," Dave argued.
"Funny thing about expulsion," Blaine began. "You have the right to appeal. It's your word against Kurt's and thanks to Figgins being a complete and total fail as an administrator, none of your prior bad acts against Kurt or any of the other kids that you torture is on your official record. Tell your parents it was a case of boys being boys and Kurt overreacted. They'll appeal, due to the circumstances the board will overturn Figgins' decision, and you'll be back in school in a week tops."
"So I go back to McKinley and what? Kurt runs to away to Dalton and everybody's happy?"
"It's not quite that simple," Blaine explained. "Kurt's a lot of things but a coward isn't one of them. No, you're going to back to McKinley and you're going to make sure that every single one of your friends knows it was the Glee club's fault that you got expelled. You guys are going to make them miserable and you're going to make Kurt feel so unsafe and so afraid that he's not gonna wanna fight the transfer to Dalton."
"You want me to keep hurting him? That doesn't make any sense!"
"No," Blaine said lowly. "You touch him ever again and I will destroy you and everything you hold dear," Blaine promised.
"Then how am I supposed to-"
"Find a way," Blaine cut Dave off. "You do this, you get back in school, you get back on the team, you get your shot at OSU and your friends and your family remains in the dark about your little secret."
"And if I don't?"
"Then all your skeletons come sashaying out of the closet."
Dave felt a tear slip down his face and angrily wiped it away. He couldn't believe that he was being blackmailed by Kurt's boyfriend into bullying Kurt out of McKinley. He didn't really know Kurt that well but he was reasonably sure the other boy was a good enough person that if Dave had just been able to talk to him he could have convinced Kurt to keep his secret.
He was also pretty sure that Blaine would blow his life apart just for shits and giggles. Dave bowed his head and nodded his assent.
"And just in case you need a little more motivation," Blaine added quietly, "You do what I tell you to and keep your mouth shut and I'll make sure your family doesn't end up sleeping in a van down by the river."
Dave's head snapped up. "You'll give my dad money?"
"You really are a special kind of stupid," Blaine sighed. "No, I will not give your father money. The Karofsky family will be the beneficiaries of an anonymous good Samaritan who will submit enough funds directly to the bank to bring your house payment current."
"So I do this, you keep my secret and we don't lose our house?"
"You keep your mouth shut, do what I say and we all get what we want."
"Fine," Dave grunted. "Fucking fine, you win."
"I always do," Blaine said as he turned to leave.
"You don't deserve him," Dave flung at Blaine's back.
Blaine turned around and marched back up the driveway. "No I don't," he admitted, poking Dave hard in the chest. "But neither do you. And of the two of us, I'm the one he wants, I'm the one he picked and I'm the one he's with. He'll never want you. He'll never choose you. He'll never be with you and you have no one to blame for that but yourself."
Blaine walked away without another word, getting into his car and driving off. David walked back inside his house and closed the door. He made it back up the stairs and into his bedroom before curling up into a ball and finally letting the tears fall.
A/N~ *Peeks out from behind wall of body guards* Put down your torches and pitchforks. You were warned. I told you way back in that super long A/N at the beginning that Blaine was gonna do some things that you would not approve of and that not even Kurt would be exempt from his manipulations and that there would be some dark and twisty coming up. I kept telling you guys that Dark!Blaine was coming. Now, I know you're probably upset that he's basically turned the jocks loose on Kurt and the Gleeks, especially after witnessing first hand how close Kurt is to completely breaking down but...keep in mind that Blaine doesn't really care about New Directions and his goal right now is getting Kurt out of McKinley and into Dalton-by any means necessary. Is he wrong? Absolutely. Are things going to go the way he planned?
You'll find out next chapter *runs from angry mob of readers*
As for the switch from Karofsky to Dave, that's intentional. My intent for this chapter was make my Dave a little more human, give him layers and perhaps give you guys some understanding and insight into why he's been acting out the way he has and in doing so take him from just being "Karofsky" the guy terrorizing Kurt and into being Dave, a kid who starts looking a whole lot less like pure evil once you get a glimpse at why he's making so many poor choices (not that that excuses him AT ALL he is still responsible for his actions and he is still wrong as wrong can be). It's my sincere hope to give everyone in the story-even the "villains" some humanity, some depth and color them with some shades of grey.
And finally...*incoming personal information* I realize some of you may feel Kurt's reaction is extreme or unrealistic. Before you make a criticism just please know that I'm basing a lot of his reactions off of myself in terms of my experience with PTSD and panic attacks and my own journey as a survivor of sexual assault. If anyone has any concerns or issues with how I'm portraying things, please keep in mind that there's no such thing as a "right" way to react to being violated, that everyone is different and I'm borrowing heavily from my own history for this part. If you'd like to discuss this aspect of the story, I'm more than willing to do so, I just ask that you please PM me so the conversation can remain private :)