"So, where are you taking me?" Kurt inquired into the phone.

"It's a surprise"

"Oh Blaine, that's not fair. Atleast give me a clue" Kurt pouted, he could hear Blaine chuckle through the receiver.

"You're right, it's a fair game."

"So what's my clue?"

"You should of been listening, i've just told you" Blaine sang.

Kurt rolled his eyes, Blaine really was the charmer. Kurt drew the conversation to a close after giving his address; he wanted to speak with Blaine for hours and he could of done easily but he knew better to wait for their date.

"So I'll pick you up at seven?" Blaine hummed.

"I look forward to it" They said quick goodbyes and hung up.

Kurt couldn't contain himself, he just simply had to-

"Yesyesyesyes!" He chanted whilst throwing in a couple of Beyonce and Gaga dance moves. It was a good thing his dad, Burt, was out at the garage and Carole and Finn were out food shopping. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he sighed, noticing his break was over; Kurt paced through the house in his denim overalls and out of the door towards the tire shop.

The day moved slowly for Kurt, fixing engines, talking to customers, making tea and coffee and recommending spare parts to people had never felt like such a chore. Only one more hour left until he could finally get ready for his date.

"Kurt" His dad's voice drifted passed him through the garage.

"Yes dad?" Kurt didn't look up, he was hunched over a car bonnet mulling over the possible options to do with the engine.

"I heard you going on a date with this Blaine guy tonight?" Kurt paused. Standing up straight he made eye-contact with Burt, simply nodding. "Well, you know that I want you to be happy, and I don't know, perhaps Blaine is the person to do that. But Kurt, just...just be careful, okay?" Burt gave a tight smile .

"Of course I will, I promise" Burt pulled him into a hug and patted him on the back.

"I'll let you go early today. Go on, have fun"

Kurt's face split into a grin and practically skipped out of the garage, into the house, up the staires and into his bathroom where he derobed and got in the shower.

Twenty minutes later after shampoo and conditioning his hair he stood infront of his wardrobe to figure out his outfit choice. There were so many things he could do with this, formal, informal, casual, smart casual, comfort, slimming, instyle, quirky and formfitting. Thirty minutes had passed and he had finally picked out a pair of dark green skinny jeans, Doc Martins, a grey print t-shirt and a dark suit jacket with the sleeves rolled up. For winter it wasn't too cold out and the edgy style he had picked would match his coiffed hair perfectly.

He ran his slender fingers through his hair and ruffled it up a little to get the desired 'I don't have to try too hard to look great' vibe.

Friday 16th December 2011 (6:58pm)

Silently, Kurt stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror. His heart was racing and his breathing deep and staggered. He had never been so nervous. He followed his sillohet; the jacket complimented him (he had to admit), it tucked in his waist, broadened his shoulders and lengthened his torso. The jeans he had picked hugged him comfortably and without realising it, Kurt had picked the pair that highlighted his 'size'.

Knock. Knock.

Blaine was here.

Biting his bottom lip, Kurt took a final steadying breathe and strode down the hips practicing the sway in his hips. If he was going to impress Blaine, he was going to do it to the full extent. Passing his father and Carole on the way to the door he gave them a reassuring smile, sure to give Finn a high-five as he entered the hallway. When Kurt finally made it to the door, he swallowed, counting down in his head to ready himself. Clearing his throat he mustered up the courage to pull down on the door handle and unlatch it, swinging it open whilst maintaining a smile on his face.

There Blaine stood, a white rose in hand and an adorable grin on his face resembling a puppy. His rich honey soaked eyes shifted from the ground to Kurt's face, creating a mental note of each feature: watery blue eyes, wide perfect smile, slightly messed hair and a rosy pink blush across his plump cheeks. Blaine's masculine jaw dropped, unable to form words or even attempt a syllible. Un-characteristicly shy, Blaine thrust the rose toward Kurt in hope that he understood it was for him without the use of words. Cheerfully Kurt accepted, walked back into the kitchen and rustled around before finding a vase to put the rose in, where it stood proudly on the window sil overlooking his dusky street.

"So, shall I ask where we're going again or is it still a secret?" Kurt teased as he bounced back over to Blaine. Losing himself in Kurt once again, Blaine simply smirked, regaining his composure he gave his date a cheeky wink and outstretched his hand to a surprised Kurt.

Blaine led Kurt down the street lit by streetlights in the slight haze. Their syncronized steps echoed through the neibourhood that seemed almost erie for Kurt, although, even with just a light squeeze of Blaine's hand he somehow felt braver in the darkness. They walked for a little while in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying eachother's company. They soon began to walk through a short-grassed field; In the distance Kurt could see the shapes of tents of some kind. He squinted a little to make it out, he was right. Tents of different colours and sizes decorated the field, there were also a lot of mini stalls and stands with flashing lights and signs attracting a crowd's attention.

"A fair!" Kurt exclaimed like a child. It had been a long time since he had been to one and being there with Blaine made it so much better. Blaine smiled adoringly at his date, everything he said and did sent chills down his spine and the look of excitment in his eyes brought a warm buzz to his chest. He wanted to tell him right there and then.

"My gosh Blaine! It's so wonderful!" Kurt squealed, gripping at Blaine's arm as they entered the fair grounds. Kurt's vision searched the stalls, the bustling people, the fair-games and in the distance down the slope of the hill he could see the figure of a fairess wheel and several other rides. Kurt giggled as he pointed to the bumper cars.

"please please please" He pleaded. Blaine chuckled and gave in straight away only to be dragged by Kurt towards the ride.

Within minutes of choosing a car and belting up, Kurt was already chasing after Blaine. The shorter man intended to be a little more gentle with Kurt but now? What the hell! The two of them spent twenty minutes in hysterics as they began full throttle at eachother, some of the hit were a little violent but they soon laughed it off when Kurt eased upto Blaine in his car, only to be jerked forward from another car. They both skipped from the ride to the tea-cups. They both paid and clung onto eachother throughout the ride, giggling and screaming at the speed and dizziness.

When they both emerged from the ride tentatively, Blaine suggested giving the rides a rest to try some carnival games. They tried several games of hook-a-duck to win bangles and other corny merchandise but soon Blaine wanted to win something for Kurt worth while. It was a little cliched but still, the look that Kurt gave that penguin spurred him on. All he had to do was knock over the pins and with ease, he did. Kurt leapt with joy and clapped his hands like a child. After handing Kurt the stuffed animal he placed a soft, sweet kiss on his cheek creating a combined blush.

It was getting quite late now but Blaine insisted on taking Kurt on one last ride. They queued up and climbed upon the ride; it started with a slight jerk. The two of them were lifted higher and higher in the velvet night sky where the air was clearer. When they reached the top of the fairess wheel, it halted, only leaving the humm of the crowd below.

"I really enjoyed my date with you, Kurt" Blaine spoke confidently, stroking his thumb across Kurt's knuckles.

"I want to thank you" He replied quietly.

"For what?" Blaine inquired.

"For all of this" Kurt motioned toward the fair and then to the cart that they were sitting in. "and for this" Kurt leant forward so that his nose was touching Blaine's.

"We're both thankful for this" Blaine breathed as he connected their lips gently, cherishing the sweet moment.

It was only a short peck but it was more than enough, even as they seperated, each glance to one-another came with the lingering taste of that kiss. They sat their, entwining their fingers and gazing into the sky, every now and then pointing at the different consolations. Soon the wheel moved again bringing them back down to Earth where the distant echo of music became clearer until the words rung in Blaine's and Kurt's head where they both exchanged knowing glances at eachother.

They strode away from the fairground, Blaine now with his hand around Kurt's waist as Kurt returned the favour with his right hand, his left hand still tightly grasped around his penguin. They giggled and sighed with the aroma of love in the air.

All that remained was the vaguely recognisable song 'Teenage Dream' in the background.
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Dez violently shoved Blaine forward down the stairs making him lose his footing and tumble. Kurt swivvled around in Seth's clawing grip, eyes wide and his breathe still after the sound of Blaine's form crashing down the stairs and onto the carpeted floor. He sucked in through his teeth and whimpered when Dez furiously ragged him to his feet and told him to 'shut the fuck up'. Blaine was finding it hard to keep his balance after hitting his head the first time but after the second time, dizziness was beginning to overcome him and blackness blurred the corners of his sight. He pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes attempting to block some of the pain shooting through his mind.

"Blaine" Kurt croaked, his voice still laced with fear.

Be brave. Do this for Kurt. It's not over yet. Do this for Kurt. Blaine thought; clearing his throat he removed his hands and blinked a couple of times to try and wake himself up.

Seth rolled his eyes. "C'mon lady, let's go." He roughly dug his fingers into Kurt's exposed arm, it made Kurt wince and wish he had worn a long sleeved shirt to bed. The two of them were led into the kitchen where Cassie stood with her hand on her hip and holding up a bag in the other.

"Look what I found!" She cheered sadistically. Blaine had realised instantly what that bag held, all of his precious memories and gifts to Kurt and visa versa. They were stealing not only brand new jewellry like the stylish chain he had bought Kurt for their annerversay but things that brought tears to his eyes from just the thought of them. They were stealing their lives and they both knew it.

That wasn't what worried Kurt. The man in the corner of the room supressed Kurt to a shivvering wretch. Kurt's mouth was open as he attempted to inhale a substantial breathe but he couldn't, he felt like he was hyperventilating, he probably was. It was the eyes of the man. If he were to judge people by their eyes, Seth would be evil, but this man was something else. He was sinister. He was the definition of fear itself, one glance at him and you would be sure to see your own tortured death. Kurt had finally realised his future, he didn't have one. His lips began to imitate words but nothing came out. And that was it. The man in the corner smiled, no, he grinned, wickidly.

Blaine tore his eyes away from the possessions and glued them onto Kurt, his eyebrows furrowed at his sudden panic. Tracing where Kurt's eyes were glaring, Blaine began to share Kurt's fear but resisted giving in to it.

"h-help" Kurt barely whispered. Seth, Dez and Cassie were comparing the contents of the bag where as the man in the corner watched Kurt break down. The man must of been able to lip read Kurt's pleas but why wasn't he saying anything?

"Please. Help." Kurt regained his voice, now at a monotone pitch. Blaine shook his head at Kurt with wide eyes, silently pleading for him to stop but Kurt wasn't looking at him, his vision was fixed on the devil.

"Help!" Kurt suddenly screeched. "Please! God, somebody help us!" He continued and raised his breaking voice as loud as he could, catching the other three intruder's attention. Blaine quickly took a step toward Kurt to attempt to comfort him but then the man spoke.

"Don't!" He bit. Everyone was silenced including Kurt. "Let the lady finish" He began to pace heavily toward them, each step sending a rush of anger through Blaine's bones. "No?" He tilted his head mockingly, still striding directly towards Kurt. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Aeron" He hissed. "My descendents are European, originally from Wales, hence my Welsh name. Well...code name. Do really think I'm as fucking stupid as these retards?" He fumed at the three admiring the valubles. "Do any of you fags know what Aeron means in Welsh? No?" He now stood chest to chest with Kurt, his left hand tracing patterns up and down Kurt's arm. "It means slaughter" He laughed heavily then licked the shell of Kurt's ear, soon turning into his tongue rampaging over his pale neck, the bite marks and his earlobe.

Kurt's throat seemed to instantly cut off just then, he could feel Blaine's furious eyes on them, gritting his teeth, clenching his fists and taking all of his strength not to attack right there and then.

"Sit the fuck down!" Aeron yelled suddenly making the fear-struck couple flinch.

They were directed to two kitchen chairs facing eachother. Blaine gently pushed Kurt over to the one closer to the kitchen door leading to the hallway before taking his own seat. Even before sitting down properly Dez and plodded behind him and handcuffed his arms behind his back. He sent a sympathetic look towards Kurt still shaking when Seth did the same to him.

"Don't worry. They won't kill us otherwise they wouldn't of bothered to hide their faces" Blaine muttered quietly to Kurt who's expression softened slightly.

"Now. we have three strikes judging from Kurty-kin's cuts. So let's play." Aeron spoke darkly. "Kurty has just screamed so I'm sure you know the consiquence to rule one by now. Cassie, fetch me the knife" Blaine gulped. He couldn't believe that he had done this to Kurt again!

But then...Aeron was walking towards him. Oh god. It had been Kurt that had screamed, not him, and he could see the guilt in Kurt's eyes mixed with horror and dread.

"Open wide" Aeron demanded. Blaine clenched his jaw shut, he had no idea how sadistic this man was and he wasn't tempted to let him show it. "I said open wide" He squinted his eyes at him and traced the tip of the blade across his lips. "Let me remind you, if you don't, he will" Aeron spoke smoothly pointing to Kurt and winking at him, instantly making him stiffen. Blaine swallowed thickly and complied.

The blade touched Blaine's tongue causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, afraid to admit the reality of what was about to happen. Aeron made a slight cut on his tongue; immediatly creating the taste of blood in his mouth.

"Tongue out" He commanded once again and Blaine hesitantly oblidged. Aeron traced a thin line down his tongue marking out where his first incision would be.

"Please, no. Punish me, I disobeyed the rules and I still haven't paid for Blaine's misbehaviour!" Kurt piped up couragously. An idea hit Dez. He wasn't bright but after spending time with those three he had started a phsycopathic train of thought.

"Why don't we put that tongue to good use?" He questioned. Seth quirked and eyebrow at him and Aeron turned his head to face him. "I think that if we want to have fun we should really have our definition of fun. We are the rule makers here." Cassie blinked at the idea but soon warmed to it, as did Seth. Aeron straightened himself.

"What did you have in mind?"

Dez walked behind Kurt and uncuffed him causing him to rub his wrists after release.

"Dez! What are you-"

"Touch yourself." Dez interrupted Cassie's yelping and stared right into Kurt's shocked face.

"What!" Blaine barked.

"What?" Kurt echoed.

Dez smiled evily and nodded to Aeron who quickly liked where this was heading and held the knife Blaine's arm.

"Do it or we give your fuck buddy some perminant marks"

Kurt swiftly pulled down his pyjama bottoms revealing his manhood. He was embarrassed yes, but Blaine was in serious danger now, he had to do this.

Kurt closed his eyes and blocked out the chaos around him, he only imagined Blaine. Beautiful Blaine. This was for him and only him. Not because of Aeron's, Dez's, Seth's or even Cassie's torments or sick twisted games, this was for Blaine's freedom. Finally bringing himself so it, Kurt reached down to the base of his cock but even with every thought of Blaine in his head, the knowing of Blaine in a chair opposite him tore him away from any pleasure. He may of got an erection, but he felt nothing, the feeling was empty.

"The fucker is cheaping us out of a good show here." One of them said.

Kurt felt the presence of Seth by his ear.

"Okay sweetie-pie. This is how it's going to work, either you start moaning my name or we...well...let's pretend you know what will happen to Blainey."

Kurt shot his eyes open to look at Blaine whom was only giving him a solemn look then shook his head to tell him it's not worth it. But it was.

"Ohh Seth" Kurt groaned with a hollow voice. He could practically hear Seth smirk behind him.

"More more more!" Cassie chanted

Kurt shut his eyes tightly and imagined Blaine again, the quicker he got this over with the quicker the whole thing would be over. He began to stroke himself at the base and ran his fingers up his shaft to the tip where he imagined Blaine carressing him as pressed a finger against the head. He heard Aeron cough signalling that he wasn't doing what he was told.

"Oh god Seth! I-I oh" It wasn't Kurt speaking, Blaine knew it, it was so monotone and empty, Whenever they made love he could murmer and it would still be richer with pleasure than it was now. Kurt was trying his best to reach his climax quickly so that he could just move on but the next thing he heard was Blaine shouting and yelling for someone to stop. Kurt bolted his eyes open to see pure horror.

"No! Stop, please don't!" Kurt shreiked.

Blaine was forced onto his knees, his hands still cuffed and his cheek against the ice cold tiles. His shirt had been torn and shredded off with the knife and whole body was tensed. Aeron was kneeling behind him for some reason which Kurt couldn't quite figure out, but the sight of any of them near him made his blood boil making him lose any erection that he had. Cassie held the knife in her hand, but somehow, It was trickling with fresh blood. Glancing down back to Blaine's figure, he noticed the word 'Fag' engraved several times into Blaine's olive skinned back, neck and tricepts.

Hot tears enveloped Kurt's once gleeful eyes. Then he saw something else. The thought of it sent chilling hatred throught his entire existance.

Aeron was raping his life long partner. His hero. His beautiful Blaine.