Concert

Kurt left Blaine 30 minutes ago and nothing. Blaine did not follow him, call him, text him. Nothing. Kurt sat on a brick wall where they were going to meet for the bus ride. He finally started to break down as he watched a couple holding hands nearby. He strained against the tears that were begging to fall. He couldn’t cry in front of all these people, so he got up and looked for somewhere he could be alone with his thoughts. What had gone wrong? He tried to trace back through the events of the previous night. He was sure everything was okay. Then he remembered how uncomfortable Blaine was when they left the restaurant. He told Kurt it was nothing and that he was tired, but there must have been something more to it.

Either way, it didn’t matter, Blaine was not opening up to him right now. He stared down at his promise ring with sadness over the emptiness he felt right now. They still had another stop at the Piazzali Michelangelo before they would go to the school for their performance. Kurt let the few tears that were there stream down his face and wiped them away. He didn’t want Blaine to see him like that anymore. Blaine was holding something in and he would attempt to break the strong shell and find out what the problem was. Isn’t that what the promise ring stood for? Kurt was sure that he should put aside his own hurt and be there for Blaine no matter what.

Kurt returned to the meeting area alone to the stares of all of his friends. Kurt did not look good, but he wasn’t crying. Blaine was quiet as well and was talking with Wes and David. Things seemed odd, but no one said anything. After all, this was Blaine and Kurt. They were the perfect couple. Whatever the problem was, if any couple could work it out, it would be them.

New Directions were changing into costumes in the locker room at the school where the concert was being held and thankfully, the Warblers were on first so Blaine was changed and out. Kurt changed in silence. “Kurt. What’s wrong?”

Just then Puck walked up. “Dude, tell Blaine thanks for last night. Lauren loved the carriage ride and the chocolate factory thing that he got us into. You know Lauren and chocolate.” Puck realized that Kurt was on the verge of tears. “Kurt. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” Kurt finally let them out. He had been holding them for hours now. It was torture. He sat next to Blaine on the bus, but they didn’t talk, look at each other or hold hands. Kurt didn’t feel like Blaine wanted him to try yet, so he didn’t. “He all of a sudden doesn’t want to touch me and he won’t tell me why.” Kurt was not hysterical, but he was to the point of not being able to perform. “I think I need to be alone.” Kurt turned away from them running down the hall. “I’m sorry. I can’t perform today.”

Kurt didn’t even know where he was. Every school has bathrooms, and he wanted to find the one that no one would go to. He would settle for anything at this point. A freaking broom closet would do. As he wandered through the school, he found a gated off area that he could squeeze through. No one would dare look for him here. He needed to get himself together before returning for the 2nd half of the show. He found a secluded bathroom and entered it. The lights were off. This was the perfect place to hide and compose himself. If he could, maybe he could get to the 2nd half of the performance. Broken and sad, Kurt leaned against the tiled wall and slid down in despair burying his face in his knees. He would stay this way until he could hold his head high.

“Rachel. Kurt took off. He said he isn’t going to perform. We will need to change things around. I am going to go look for him.” Finn was panicked.

“What do you mean he took off?” Rachel was freaking out because Kurt loved to perform. “He wouldn’t pass it up unless it was really bad.”

“Something happened with Blaine and he can’t take it, he’s hiding. I checked all the rooms and bathrooms around here, but he could be anywhere.”

“Finn, you can’t look for him. Someone else needs to because we sing the first song.”

“Change it then!” Finn was getting mad.

Puck jumped in. “Finn, you go on, I will look for him.” It was time for the New Directions to go on stage for 2 songs. “Go! I will look for him!”

The Warblers had just finished as the New Directions took the stage for Don’t Stop Believin. Wes noticed something off immediately. Finn and Rachel were not smiling and looked a little shaky. They even sounded a little shaky. That was not like the group. He turned to Blaine. “That’s odd. They are never off their game.”

“Maybe they didn’t warm up enough.” Blaine responded as he watched not even noticing that Kurt was not there yet. Blaine had heard them enough times that he didn’t even stand to watch the show. He sat down in a chair lost in thought.

By the second song Wes was in front of Blaine. “Kurt is not out there with them. I think that’s what’s throwing them off. Do you know where he is? Puck seems to be missing too.”

“Maybe he decided not to perform and Puck is with him.”

“Not perform? Okay. I will pretend that there is nothing going on between the 2 of you.” He shrugged not knowing what else to say. “We’ve gotta get back on stage for our 3 songs. Come on.”

New Directions exited the stage as Puck returned. “I had no luck.”

Mr. Shue was moving backstage after noticing some missing members. “What’s going on? Where is Kurt? Your next 3 songs include Born this Way. Finn?”

“Mr. Shue, he and Blaine. Something happened and he won’t tell me. I can’t ask Blaine for obvious reasons right now.” Finn brought his hand to wipe the sweat that was forming on his head. “Puck looked around and so did I. I didn’t get through the entire school, but some of it is blocked off, so I’m pretty sure Kurt wouldn’t be able to get there.”

“Miss Pillsbury and I will look for him. You might need to change the songs.”

Rachel interjected. “Tina will just have to start it. We don’t have a lot of time before we have to go back out there. The Warblers are almost on the 3rd song and we should be getting in places now.”

Mr. Shue nodded his head in agreement. “Rachel, let Tina know the plan while I go look.”

Kurt was still slumped in the bathroom trying to compose himself when he heard his name being called. It was Mr. Schuester. He half smiled knowing that he was still safe to collect himself for the 2nd Act. He didn’t respond.

“Whether you love him or capital H-I-M…..” Blaine had heard this song a million times and never tired of seeing Kurt do this song. Kurt always looked so strong and powerful doing this song. He would always just light up when it came to performing GaGa, but this was different. That was not Kurt. Blaine stood to go side stage.

“Blaine. He’s still not there. New Directions are doing great improvising. Mr. Shue and Miss P left a while ago.” Wes was concerned. It showed in his facial expression. Blaine’s fear peaked. This is not what he wanted to happen. He just needed time to come to terms with a few things. He knew he should have talked to Kurt, because Kurt would understand. Kurt loved him unconditionally. Blaine took off down the hall in panic.

He ran into Mr. Shue. “Where’s Kurt?”

He hesitated to tell Blaine because, after all, Blaine was the reason Kurt was missing. “We don’t know. He left before the show started and hasn’t been found. I am getting ready to call the local police if he doesn’t show by intermission.”

“Crap. What have I done?” Blaine was panicked. “Did you look everywhere?”

“Finn looked before the show, Puck sat out the first 2 numbers to look for him. I have looked everywhere that isn’t blocked off. He IS NOT here, Blaine.”

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Kurt lifted his head to see the person he feared. It was the same person from the nightmares that he recently pushed away from his head. Kurt was stuck between Paul and the sink that he was sitting next to. “I have been watching you my beauty.” He squatted in front of Kurt so he could look him in the eyes. A new set of tears escaped Kurt’s eyes. “It was too easy. Your front man has a huge chip on his shoulder doesn’t he?” Paul saw despair in Kurt’s eyes at the mention of his boyfriend. “Fighting? The two of you? I didn’t take him to be a fighter. Lover maybe?You on the other hand. We know you are both a fighter and soon to be my lover.”

The fear in Kurt’s eyes returned. “Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why can’t you find someone that wants you back?” Kurt tried to sound strong, but it came out with shakiness.

“Because my sweet Kurt. I never lose. Your Warbler friend. Blaine, is it?” Paul was so smug and pompous as he spoke Blaine’s name. “He caused me to bleed. That is unacceptable. He caused me to let you slip through my hands. He has to pay somehow. So, I was going to have him pay, but you presented yourself like a gift and I like this option so much better. “

“Why would you have him pay? It’s me you want.”

“Because he has you. It would make you so much more enjoyable if you were protecting him. It’s amazing what you can get people to do to protect the people they love.” Kurt looked down and sadness appeared in the fear. “Oh, poor boy, trouble in paradise. I thought that’s what I saw earlier today. I was unfortunately too far away to be able to see what the problem was. Is that what brought you into the bathroom, Kurt? It’s a perfect place to be by yourself and be sad. You even picked one that was blocked off from the entire school.” Paul laughed lowly. He was still up in Kurt’s face. “I can make you happy.”

“You’re a disgusting piece of crap.” Kurt answered back.

“I intended to be able to watch my eye candy for a while before I came to get you. Such a disappointment not to be able to enjoy you shake that fine ass of yours before I have it. The way you shake it when you are on stage..mmmm… It’s so hot.”

“You make me sick.” Kurt stood up.

Paul pulled out a knife. A gasp escaped Kurt’s throat. “Don’t make me use this Kurt. It was meant for your precious Blaine, but I think I will have you without worrying about Blaine.” Kurt’s heart started beating in his chest. This was going to happen. He picked a place far too secluded. Why did he do that? Paul stopped to think a little. Over dramatizing his thoughts. “Maybe if you are as good as I hope you will be, I might still reserve this for your precious Blaine. That way, I can have you as mine.” His laughing was scaring Kurt.

This was definitely it. Kurt could feel it in his bones. He was going to have to live through this, if Paul let him. Tears were steadily streaming down his face now. No one would come to help. No one would know that he went into a locked area. No one. Kurt was sobbing from fear. “You better be quiet. I wouldn’t want to let anyone know you’re here.” Paul continued to hold the knife.

“Fuck!” Blaine was outside looking around the school. Where the hell did he go? “God Dammit! What did I do?” Blaine started crying. “I swear, if something happens to him, I will never forgive myself.” Blaine stopped to think, ‘where would Kurt go?’

Closet?Classroom?A Bench in the Park?Bathroom stall?

“Please. What can I do to make you stop this?” Kurt was pleading. Paul had taken off Kurt’s tie and tied his hands behind his back. They were bound together and Paul had him pushed up against the wall body flush to his. Kurt’s shoulders were hurting from being pushed up against the wall, but he had bigger problems. The tears were streaming heavily and Kurt sobbed. The knife was in Paul’s left hand as he pushed him against the wall.

“Don’t beg.” Paul kissed Kurt on the temple. “I assure you I am an excellent lover. I promise that you’ll receive enjoyment from it.” He kissed him on the neck. Kurt closed his eyes. “Probably better than your leading man. Besides, if you are too loud, I will be forced to put a gag over your mouth and that would be disappointing. I’m really curious to hear the sounds you make when I am fucking you. I imagine they’re dreamy.” Paul ripped Kurt’s shirt open and kissed his chest and licked as Kurt’s nipples. “Are the noises you make dreamy? Will you share them with me when I fuck your brains out?” Kurt turned his head away. He didn’t want to see Paul. The last thing he wanted to look at was Paul. Paul turned Kurt around his erection pressing against Kurt’s ass. Kurt’s face was now plastered against the cold cement wall.

“Paul. Please don’t do this. I won’t tell anyone. Anything but this. I will do anything if you don’t….”

“Don’t what? Fuck you?” Paul reached around and unbuttoned and unzipped Kurt’s pants with one hand. They fell effortlessly to the floor to Kurt’s ankles. Kurt whimpered because his shirt was now ripped open, His hand reached around to press on Kurt’s cock in his underpants. “Not excited? I am a real catch Kurt. I have money. I could take care of you. All you would have to do it lay there and take it from me every night. I don’t ask for much, really. Actually, I could care less if you got off. That certainly is not my point for being here. I have a tendency to be a little selfish.”

Paul reached into the back of Kurt’s briefs and ran his hand around Kurt’s ass. He growled. “MMmmmm.Just as I dreamed. It’s smooth, round and firm. Winning combination.” Kurt was crying hard now, trying not to be too loud. The knife was dangerously close to his jugular and a wrong move would certainly be death.

Kurt thought for a second about that. What would be worse? Dying or living with this? Would Blaine care? He was so cold to him today? He never denied not wanting Kurt and even went as far as to say that Kurt thought about sex too much.

Shaken from his thoughts. Paul’s thumb pushed Kurt’s briefs down to his ankles. Kurt was now bare for taking at any moment that Paul wanted to. The crying continued as he choked back any sounds that he could. Kurt’s hands were already bound. He couldn’t bear to be found with his mouth gagged too. Would Blaine care? Kurt closed his eye’s trying to imagine that this was Blaine instead of Paul. It would be the only way to make this bearable. If he could convince himself that this was Blaine, Kurt reasoned that he could be at peace when he died.

“Are you going to use preparation?” Kurt scared to think about the pain and tearing and a million other things that went along with being raped dry. He kept pushing them away. Blaine would never without prep. He couldn’t imagine it. ‘Come on Kurt, imagine this is Blaine, it’s the only way’. He decided he could live with some things and just maybe be a whole person again if he didn’t die and possibly heal from this.

“Already one step ahead of you my beauty. I don’t want to harm you there. If I’m lucky, I can take you twice before anyone even finds you.” Paul laughed again. “You’re going to love me.” Paul made quick work of his own pants. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants and pushing them down around his hips. He took the lube and drizzle his cock with it and began to stroke himself. “Ungh. Yeah. I have a great visual of how this is going to go.”

“Do you want to hear?”

“No. Fuck you.”

“Patience Beauty. My cock will be up your ass soon enough. You are quite feisty.”

Paul reached around Kurt’s waist to pull him away from the wall. Paul spread his legs to get a better view of his ass. With his slicked hand, he moved his finger across Kurt’s entrance. “Please no!” Kurt was crying so hard now. He was prone and knew it was a matter of a few seconds.

“Your hole is smooth and I’ll bet delicious. I knew you would take good care of it. I promise not to tear it apart.”

Kurt felt his finger massage the entrance of his hole and he was trying to hold his breath and figure out a way he was going to make it through. “You may take me now, but it will only be my body. Not me. This body, this mind, this heart will always belong to Blaine.” The tears and sobs took over. Paul pressed a finger in. It was over for Kurt. ‘I love you Blaine. I always will. I wish I could have seen you one more time.’ Kurt thought these things in his head hoping that Blaine would always know this.

“Calm down, my beauty. I don’t want to hurt you. You need to relax if you are going to enjoy this.” He pressed a 2nd finger in but Kurt couldn’t relax. Kurt groaned in pain. The pain existed and would continue and Kurt knew it as Paul pressed a 3rd finger in too quickly causing Kurt to yell out in pain. Kurt began to panic in anticipation of the pain he knew would come from Paul thrusting his cock into him. “Good thing there is a lot of clapping and cheering going on out there or someone might hear you. You’ll have me soon. I promise.”

“I want to die. Please fucking kill me after this. Please..please..please.. Don’t let me live.” Kurt was quite loud now and applause was going in the background. The first half of the show was over. No one would hear now. Kurt was suddenly so ashamed.

“I would never kill. Harm maybe. How else can I fuck you when I want?” Paul lined up his cock at Kurt’s entrance and Kurt could feel the soft head of his cock ready to enter. Kurt knew now that it was over. He only thought of dying.

Blaine was back inside and noticed the locked off area. Would Kurt be able to get through there? He headed that direction and pulled at the gate and he could easily slip through. Mr. Shue followed when he saw Blaine return. Finn, Puck and Miss Pillsbury followed also. They did not stay for the end of the show opting to look for Kurt.

Blaine approached a bathroom and heard “You may take me now, but it will only be my body. Not me. This body, this mind, this heart will always belong to Blaine.” That was his Kurt saying those words. Why?

Then the voice he heard after that. Paul’s voice. “I would never kill. Harm maybe. How else can I fuck you when I want?”

Blaine rounded the corner and gasped at the sight in front of him. He felt the pain in his heart immediately. He did this. Kurt was there with his face pushed against the wall. His hands bound behind his back and pants to the floor. His shirt was completely ripped open. “Oh my God. Kurt.” Paul was standing behind him with his cock out ready to penetrate him. Blaine’s eyes met Kurt’s and the shame was evident in Kurt’s blues. “No. no. no..” Blaine failed him. What he feared the most is what happened. He failed his boyfriend. In the most important time and he was not there. “Get off of him! Now!”

Blaine lunged forward as Kurt fell to the ground. “Blaine. The knife.” Kurt yelled. Blaine didn’t give a shit about the knife. He was enraged. He lunged on top of Paul trying to grab the knife that was being jabbed toward him. Blaine felt the steel pierce his skin, but he was so enraged he never stopped, never flinched.

“Fuck.” Paul managed to get a second swipe of the knife on Blaine’s arm, before Blaine punched him in the face. Paul fell backwards knife falling from his hand. Blaine was on top of the guy repeatedly punching him. “How the fuck do you dare. I’ll kill you and not think twice about it.” Blaine didn’t stop punching him. “No one will miss you. I’ll make you disappear.” Paul was out cold face bloodied.

“Blaine stop!” Kurt begged from his laying down position on the floor. “Don’t kill him. Please.”

“Kurt!” Mr. Shuester entered the room. “Oh my God.” He reached for his phone to call the police. Yelling over his shoulder. “Emma. DO NOT, I repeat do not come in here.”

Finn and Puck entered the room after Mr. Shue. Finn gasped at the sight. Kurt was tied up and half naked. Blaine was bleeding from his stomach and arm. He looked crazy. Paul was out and face bloodied and Blaine was on top of him covered in blood.

Blaine got off of Paul and moved to Kurt. Blaine was so afraid to touch Kurt. He cried for the pain he caused, he cried for himself and for Kurt. He finally reached down and pulled Kurt’s briefs and pants up and untied Kurt’s hands before completely breaking down in a crumpled heap and sobbed unrelentlessly. He was on his knees begging for forgiveness from Kurt. “I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry Kurt. Forgive me baby, please forgive me.” He kissed Kurt’s head and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You’re bleeding really badly.” Kurt pulled away to look at Blaine. “Let me see it.

“I don’t care. I would bleed to death for you. I would go to jail for you. I would die for you Kurt.” Blaine sobbed harder than he ever had. “I am so sorry. I was a coward. I couldn’t tell you how frightened I was that I would let you down and then I did.” Blaine was in pain. Not from the cuts and bruises. Blaine’s heart ached. “Say you forgive me, Kurt. Please forgive me for not being there when you needed me the most.” Blaine held on tight to Kurt and kissed his head and cradled him as they both cried. Kurt tugged on Blaine so hard. He wanted Blaine closer. He wanted Blaine to never ever leave him again. The blood began soaking into Kurt’s clothes and Blaine was beginning to look pale.

The police arrived and started to take statements from everyone. The ambulance arrived shortly after. Blaine and Kurt both needed to go to the hospital. Kurt for a complete rape kit and Blaine for stitches. Paul had managed to cut him on the arm and stomach. Blaine called his Granddad to let him know what happened and to ask he call his mom and dad. “Blaine. Your Grandmother and I will be there in a few hours. I want you to stay put at the hospital. We need to resolve the issue of this Paul man. We will have the best lawyers if needed. Is Kurt okay?”

The emergency personal had tried to pry the boys apart without any luck. Blaine refused to let go and vice versa. Finn talked to them and let them know what happened in Paris with Paul and with understanding eyes, they relented permitting them to ride in the ambulance together.

After a long discussion, the Warblers and the New Directions boarded the bus to head to Venice while Kurt and Blaine stayed. They still had to fill out a lot of paperwork on the incident and Blaine’s grandparents were coming. Kurt called Burt and explained everything. Burt was ready to climb on a jet to Florence. “Dad, Blaine’s grandparents will be here soon. I will call you as soon as they get here. Please don’t worry Dad. I have Blaine. We will work through this together. I think I’ll be okay. Well, not immediately, but soon. I’ll let you know what the plans are.”