Possession Hurts

As the week progressed, Kurt found Blaine was sticking to his word. They had enjoyed a bright, if initially awkward, weekend together by having a picnic, watching movies in the common room and going for late night strolls out on campus. Blaine seemed to want to sweep Kurt off his feet like he had when they first got together; he complimented almost every aspect of him and made a habit of stealing kisses when Kurt was least expecting it. It was safe to say that by Wednesday morning Kurt's decision to break up with Blaine appeared to be the thoughts of a madman. He had never been happier.

The class before lunch was dragging on for Kurt, who yearned to be back by Blaine's side. He cursed the fact they were in different year groups, and when the bell rang Kurt was the first on his feet.

'Kurt, could I see you for a moment?' His history teacher was waving him over. Kurt approached him, hoping it wasn't something serious that would detract from the time he could be spending with a certain Warbler.

'Yes, Mr Saunders?'

‘I was hoping you could help Dillon settle in. I know you had a little difficulty when you first arrived at Dalton so you'll know better than anyone how to help the newcomer.' Mr Saunders nodded discreetly over to one of the boys sitting by the window. Kurt stared at him and wondered how he had missed the news there was a new kid. 'He's a nice boy, but painfully shy. He could use someone like you showing him the ropes.'

The boy did indeed look very shy. His shoulders were up in a guarded fashion and he was too distracted by the rest of his classmates to realise he was being talked about. Kurt felt embarrassed that he hadn't said something to him before. 'I'd be happy to.' Kurt nodded, smiling at his teacher.

When he approached Dillon, Kurt was sure the boy was shaking just slightly. Even Kurt hadn’t been this bad when he started.

'Hey, I'm Kurt,' He smiled and held out his hand to shake. 'You got someone to have lunch with?'

Over the following hour, Kurt discovered one thing: a little bit of kindness goes a long way. After they had sat down in the cafeteria, Kurt found himself doing most of the talking. He kept his mood light and his topics general but soon Dillon was hesitantly joining in and before Kurt knew it the new boy was vividly retelling stories of his childhood and was waving his arms in a humorous animated fashion.

Kurt laughed at his antics, and Dillon flushed happily. This kid was too cute, Kurt thought. He was like the younger brother he had always wanted - mainly to dress up. He was too baby-faced for Kurt to find him physically attractive but there was something endearing about him.

'So, Dillon, do you sing?'

Dillon shook his head, 'Not even in the shower. Tone deaf.'

Kurt smiled, momentarily thinking of Mike Chang. 'That's a shame. I'm in the glee club here. The Warblers. I'm sure they wouldn't mind you sitting in, though. It's a great way to settle.'

Dillon chewed on his lip. 'I don't know. I like you, but everyone else here just seems a bit…robotic, you know?'

Kurt burst out laughing, and leaned over to pat the boy's hand. 'Thank you! That's what I thought, too.'

Dillon looked much more relaxed now, and gently punched Kurt's arm. 'We can be the normal outsiders.'

Blaine's eyes fired up in anger at the sight of Kurt and the unknown boy. After searching the area for twenty minutes he finally happened upon his boyfriend and was irritated to note he wasn't alone. Kurt never sat with anyone, not even his Warbler friends. Blaine saw to that. So who the fuck was this-

Kurt's hand had touched the other boy's and the other boy responded by playfully punching him. They were both laughing now. Bonding over something Blaine was too far away to hear. Fucking little-! Blaine strode purposely over.

'Oh, Blaine, there you are!' Kurt grinned up at his boyfriend’s arrival. 'Sit down-no, first, meet Dillon. He transferred here from Alabama.'

'Hi,' Dillon offered his hand to shake, which Blaine took firmly, causing him to wince.

'Welcome to Dalton, Dillon.' Blaine said pleasantly. His eyes were hard and searching as he took in the new boy but Kurt didn't notice. 'I'm sure Kurt is taking very good care of you, but I'm afraid I have to steal him from you.'

Kurt looked at him in surprise. 'Really? Is something wrong?'

Blaine nodded. 'It's Pavarotti. The new one. He's not looking well.' He looked over to Dillon. 'It's our bird. Kurt looked after our last one better than the rest of us could, so we need him.'

'Oh, hey, I completely understand.' Dillon smiled as he stood up with his tray. 'Kurt, I'll catch up with you later? It was nice to meet you, Blaine.'

Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him away while Kurt called his goodbyes. 'Sweet kid,' Kurt said.

Blaine made a 'hmm' sound as he headed for the empty choir room.

'He seems more terrified of this school than I was! I'll need to get him settled in. You'll help, won't you?' No response. 'Blaine?' Blaine shut the choir room door behind them and flicked the lock. Kurt heard the soft click and turned back, beginning to feel a little nervous. 'Why are you locking the door?' Another quick glance around told him wherever Pavarotti was, he wasn't here. 'Blaine, what's going on?'

He reached to touch his boyfriend's shoulder, but as soon as he made contact Blaine turned and caught his wrist tightly. 'What the fuck are you playing at, Kurt?' He snapped at him.

Kurt gasped, partly in pain but mostly in shock. 'Wh-what? What are you talking about? Let go of me!'

Blaine's grip tightened and he used his grasp to yank Kurt closer to him. 'You know damn well what I'm talking about! Did you think it was okay to piss off with some little freak? Did you think I wouldn't mind? I fucking mind, Kurt!'

Kurt cowered and his knees bent in their nervous state. 'I-I don't understand, Blaine, he's not a freak! I d-didn't…piss off with him. He's new, and I wanted to be his fr-'

'His friend? You wanted to be his friend?' Blaine interrupted, not believing him one bit. 'Cut the crap, Kurt, the second you abandon your boyfriend for someone else you're looking for more than friendship.'

Kurt's petrified eyes looked at his hand. It was going reddish-purple colour due to lack of blood circulation. Blaine's hand was white in comparison. He was holding onto him so tightly all colour had gone from his fingers and knuckles.

'P-please, Blaine…you're hurting me. Let go. We can sit down and talk about it. You have it all wrong!'

Blaine snarled in response and roughly pushed Kurt back into an armchair. 'Don't lie to me! I'm not a child so I don't like being fucking patronised!'

Kurt yelped out in pain pathetically. He had landed in a painful position, but most of his attention was focused on cradling his throbbing hand. He leaned forward and tried to take deep, calming breaths but he found himself starting to cry.

The bastard is making me cry-! Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them as he stood up.

'Y-you're right.' He said shakily, 'You're not a child. You don't have any excuses.' He glared at Blaine all the while trying to stop his bottom lip from quivering.

'What the hell are you talking ab-'

'That's it!' Kurt snapped at him, circling Blaine in an attempt to reach the door. 'I gave you one last chance. You promised you wouldn't be like this but you couldn't even last a week!' Blaine watched him as he circled the room, his fists clenching. 'We're done! You and me. Th-that's it!'

Kurt leapt for the door. All he had to do was unlock it and then scream until someone came and found them. He didn't care if Blaine talked himself out of trouble, he just wanted away from him. But Kurt found himself being cut short as Blaine's arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him from the door. 'Stop it, Kurt.' Blaine growled in his ear. He pressed the smaller boy against the wall, deliberately pushing his hand into the small of Kurt's back to make it harder for him to breath. 'Stop using that same line. All the fucking time…We're not going to break up, Kurt. Never. You're mine.'

'Blaine…' Kurt sobbed against the wooden panelled wall. 'Please…'

'What? Let you go? No.' He turned Kurt around so they were face to face. 'Not until you understand.' He dragged his fingers through Kurt's hair before gripping him, forcing his head to stay up so he could see the tear-stricken face. Blaine's expression softened and his other hand came up to lightly stroke Kurt's cheek. 'Baby, I'm not doing this to hurt you. I'm doing this to teach you a lesson. You keep denying me but throwing yourself at other people. I was willing to allow you your family-even that jackass, Finn-but now you've overstepped your boundary.'

'Blaine, y-you can't just-'

'Shh-shh, Kurt, don't interrupt. You see? You challenge me without a second thought. I'm your boyfriend, you don't do that to me.'

Kurt struggled against him but was only rewarded with a swift, painful shove back into the wall. He gasped. 'You're hurting me! Y-you aren't supposed to do that either! That's why we can't-'

'DON'T! D-don't say it, Kurt,' Blaine was getting angry again. His gaze was hard. 'You even think about…Well, let's just say I'll make sure you regret such a mistake.'

Kurt wanted to spit in his face, but on the other hand he wanted to avoid any additional pain he was already due to receive. 'I-I don't care…I wouldn't regret it any more than staying with you.'

Blaine seemed to take a moment to seethe and fume at Kurt's admission. 'Is that so?' He says finally. 'Then what if I turn my attention to the other sources of the problem? I doubt little Dillon would appreciate what's coming to him…'

Kurt's eyes widened and he grabbed onto Blaine's blazer. 'N-no! Leave him alone, Blaine!'

'Little shit brought it upon himself-'

'No! Look, I-I'll stay with you, okay?' Kurt pulled on him. 'I'm sorry, just don't bring him into-'

Kurt was cut short once again, but this time it was due to the sudden, unexpected but excruciating pain in his stomach. Blaine's clenched fist and furious expression was all he needed to see to understand he had just been punched. He crumpled to the floor, unable to take a breath after having the wind knocked out of him.

'You fucking-! You care more about him than me, is that it?' Blaine was now shaking in anger as he stood over Kurt. 'Threaten you, I get nothing. Bring that little freak into the picture you're begging me to forgive you.'

Kurt panted in air as soon as his body would allow. His vision was blurry. The pain made it impossible to focus on anything but the pounding agony just below his chest. His knees came up slowly and he fell to the side in the foetal position. He could feel Blaine's glare burning into him. He stayed quiet, too afraid to do anything else.

'Look at you. Makes me want to beat the shit out of him anyway.' He sneered.

Kurt's hand shot out and weakly took hold of Blaine's leg. 'Don't…please, just…don't…' Kurt shut his eyes once more. He was so wrapped up in his pain that he hadn't realised that many minutes had gone by. Blaine hadn't moved or said another word. When Kurt began a coughing fit, Blaine seemed to snap out of whatever daydream he was in. Kurt felt arms wrap around his smaller frame. He felt himself being lifted off the ground and carried to the nearby leather couch. 'Blaine…'

'Baby, I'm sorry I hurt you like this.' Blaine whispered to him. He moved to stroke Kurt's hair, which by now was soaked in sweat. 'I-I was hurt too and I just wanted you to feel the pain I was in. I don't want to lose you. Not to anyone. I'll do anything to keep you with me.'

Kurt kept his eyes closed. This time there was no promise that it wouldn't be repeated. There was no apology that mattered. His soft and gentle caresses gave him no comfort, only regret and shame. Shame that he couldn't find it in himself to stand up to him anymore.

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