A Political Romance
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Aug. 21, 2011, 7:46 p.m.


A Political Romance: Chapter 4


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 40/40 - Created: Aug 11, 2011 - Updated: Aug 21, 2011
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Kurt lounged against the lockers, looking at the very decorated inside door of his locker. It was a shrine to Blaine. And fashion but, mostly to Blaine. It had been a little over two months and Kurt was completely and madly in love with Blaine.

Blaine.

The mere mention of his name made Kurt's insides curl in a delicious, swirling wave of excitement, desire and longing. Blaine. So perfect in every way. Blaine made Kurt feel like the most beautiful, desirable, interesting boy in the world. He was so attentive, so loving...just so...perfect.

And he wanted Kurt. Him. Kurt Hummel. How on earth did that happen?

Kurt took one last look at the photos, sighed happily and closed the locker door. He started down the hallway when...

BAM!

It was like getting hit, dead-on by a car. His shoulder slammed into the locker. The force was strong enough that his body actual bounced off the wall of lockers and he fell to the floor.

Ow. Ow. Ow. His shoulder was starting to throb in pain. There would definitely be a bruise.

Karofsky looked down at him with a mean smile.

"Have a good day, homo."

Kurt blinked back the tears. His shoulder was really throbbing now. He didn't look up. He would not let this asshole see him cry.

He waited until Karofsky walked away to pick himself up off the floor. He walked to the bathroom and took off his shirt to inspect the damage. His skin was starting to turn a bluish-purple color. He sighed sadly. Maybe one day he could just be happy and nothing else. No interruptions. Just happy.


It was Friday so, Blaine arrived at the Hummel-Hudson home right at 5:30 pm. When Kurt opened the door, Blaine took one look at him and said nothing. He simply took Kurt's hand and led him to his bedroom. He sat down on the bed and held out his arms.

"Tell me what happened."

Kurt was so moved by this display of innate knowledge of how he was feeling and what he needed, that he actually ran to Blaine and sank into his arms. Blaine moved up on to the bed and leaned against the headboard. He wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt.

"Did someone hurt you?"

Kurt sniffed and allowed the tears to roll down his face. "Yes."

"Who?"

"Karofsky."

Now, at that moment, if Kurt had glanced up, he might have been terrified by what he would have seen.

Blaine's features were dark. His lips thin and narrow, forming a very straight line across his face. His eyes were a deep, dark, cold black.

Despite the change in appearance, Blaine's voice remained the same.

"What did he do?"

"It was nothing new. He just...shoved me into the lockers. I...I don't know why I'm being such a baby about it. I don't know...for some reason...it just really got to me today. And, now my shoulder hurts."

Blaine's face returned to normal. "Let me see your shoulder."

Kurt hesitated. He wasn't sure he wanted to take his shirt off in front of Blaine. It was part vanity and part embarrassment of how he was behaving. Why was he making a big deal about something he had experienced plenty of times?

"That's not necess-"

"Kurt, take your shirt off. Now."

There was that tone again. It was a tone in Blaine's voice that compelled Kurt to do whatever he was told. It scared him...and turned him on a little. He took off his shirt. Blaine inhaled deeply and his eyes widened. There was a large blue-purple bruise on Kurt's otherwise, flawless skin. Blaine caressed it gently with one finger, barely touching. He then leaned down and kissed it softly. Kurt wasn't sure why but, he found the gesture quite erotic.

He slipped his shirt back on and nestled back against Blaine.

"I'll be fine. I guess I'm just emotional today."

Blaine was silent.


It took Blaine a few days to figure out what to do about Karofsky. He wanted to handle the problem personally but, he wasn't stupid. Karofsky was twice his size in both weight and height. There was no way he could take him down alone. He needed help.

Politics is a dirty business. Sure, there are the scandals the public hears about: improper campaign donations, mismanaged campaign funds, illegal quid pro quo. But, the public usually doesn't hear about the nasty, physical side of politics. The threatening of poll place officials, the intimidation of campaign workers, the threats against the Director of the Board of Elections. Yes, there was a darker side of politics the public remained innocently unaware of.

Blaine rifled through his father's files to find the name he was looking for. He made the call. They would meet Thursday evening at 7:00 pm, down by an abandoned park.

Blaine took his mother's minivan. She never drove it anymore so it wouldn't be missed. He parked four streets over and proceeded on foot. He had to make sure this couldn't be traced back to him or the campaign. Not that he really gave a shit about the campaign but, if traced to the campaign, it could be traced to him.

He saw a skinny, nervous looking guy waiting at the appointed place. He was smoking a cigarette. Ugh. Now Blaine would have to change clothes and get his jacket dry-cleaned. He slowed down and fixed a stare on the guy. The guy was watching him just as carefully.

"Everette?"

"Yeah. You Willy?" asked Blaine.

"Yeah."

Willy looked Blaine up and down. "You look like a kid."

"I am a kid."

Willy laughed. "Kinda young to be taking out a hit on someone ain't cha?"

Blaine's eyes grew wide and furious. "This is not a hit! Do you understand that? I don't want him killed. Just beat the shit out of him. Scare the piss out of him. Don't kill him!"

Willy stepped back. "Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay. Calm down. I didn't actually mean a hit. I just meant…young to be doing this kinda thing. Jeez."

Blaine suddenly realized just how small and skinny the guy was. He'd have a better chance with Karofsky than this guy.

"Are you the muscle of this operation?"

Willy laughed. "Shit no. Look at me. I'm the brains. You don't get to meet the muscle. It's for his protection and yours. You just give me the orders and I'll make sure the job gets done."

"Fine." Blaine took out a typed piece of paper from his pocket. "Here are all the details you asked for. Remember, I just want him beaten. Badly. But not killed. And, make sure he knows that if he touches Kurt again…next time he will lose his life."

Willy was scrutinizing the paper and nodding. "Uh huh, uh huh. Yeah, yeah. Got it, got it."

"This guy is big. He's strong. A football player. Send someone good."

Willy laughed. "I'm sure Lar – my guy can handle a high school kid."

"I'm serious," said Blaine. "Don't underestimate this kid. He's big, strong and mean."

"Yeah, yeah. Got it, got it. You got the money?"

Blaine removed an envelope from inside his jacket but he didn't hand it over. He took a step closer to Willy. Blaine's eyes were suddenly cold and dark. An evil ripple rolled off his body and attached itself to Willy causing him to freeze. His voice was very low.

"If I give you this money and the job does not get done, or it gets traced back to me or anyone affiliated with me, I will find you, worm. I will find you and you will regret crossing me. Don't underestimate what I am capable of. I may be a kid but, I'm a mean, evil kid."

Willy's eyes grew wide and he stumbled back a bit. "D-don't worry. The job will get d-done. I promise." Did this kid's eyes just change color? They didn't look black before...

Blaine stepped back and his appearance normalized before Willy's eyes. Willy wanted to get the hell out of there. This kid was scaring him.

"Uh, do you want me to call you after it goes down?"

"No," replied Blaine. "Trust me, I'll hear about it." He handed over the envelope. "You can count it if you like."

Willy didn't even look inside. He just wanted to get away from this kid. Something was off about him. What kinda kid hires a professional to beat another kid?

"Nah, nah. Not necessary. I trust ya."

"And, I trust you."

Willy smiled weakly. "All right then…I guess that's it."

"Yes. That's it." Blaine looked at him, his eyes hard but still their usual color. "Forget we ever met."

"Of course, of course."

Blaine turned to leave but then paused. "When exactly will it happen?"

Willy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Probably Tuesday or Wednesday. We have other…jobs lined up so, probably not until then."

Blaine nodded and walked away.

Willy watched him leave. Jeez. What kind of kids were they turning out these days?


Friday evening, Blaine and Kurt were snuggling on the couch, watching a movie. Well, Kurt was watching. Blaine was just enjoying the closeness of Kurt. His warmth, his scent. God, he loved him so much. His own piece of heaven in the hell that was his life. Kurt was lying between Blaine's legs, his head resting on Blaine's stomach. Blaine was caressing his hair and staring into space.

"Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

"I just want you to know that it's going to be okay."

Kurt paused the movie. "What's going to be okay?"

Blaine looked down at him. "Everything. Everything is going to be okay. You are going to be okay."

Kurt looked at him in confusion but Blaine just continued.

"I am going to make everything okay for you Kurt. I will always take care of you. You don't have to worry. Ever."

Kurt had no idea what brought on this mood but, he loved when Blaine got this way. The idea of Blaine taking care of him, taking care of everything. It thrilled him and made him feel so loved. However, Kurt had noticed that Blaine's appearance changed slightly whenever he spoke this way. His voice became so serious. His eyes would darken and his entire body seemed to quiver a little. Kurt was sure it was just his imagination but still...it was a little frightening and sexy at the same time.

"I love you Blaine."

"I love you Kurt."

More than you know.


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Oh wow. I think I might actually be getting scared a little. But in the good way. In the way that intrigues me to press on and keep reading... this should be on the featured wall next! Are you on fanfiction?

Blaine is kinda freaking me out. Totally different side of him. Oof. Toldya I'd review every chapter. :) -EmKay

AW im intrigued ahahah! Blaine isnt that much of an inocent sweetheart a ahaha