Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 16

Dean laughed, looking down at Blaine's fierce expression.

"Yeah, I don't think so. See, thing is, she could go blabbering all over the place, and I can't have that again, Blaine. No more police visits. They were all tedious." Quinn looked between them, narrowing her eyes at Dean.

"Who are you exactly?" She asked him pointedly. Dean grinned at her lazily.

"I'm one of Blaine's old buddies. Clearly, he hasn't said much about me." Blaine glanced at Quinn, and she realised exactly who Dean was. She felt her anger build up, as she stepped in front of Blaine before he could stop her.

"Oh, so you're one of the assholes messing with Kurt and Blaine? Yeah, I see how that could happen. You see someone else with happiness that you don't have in your own life, so you decide to ruin their lives to satisfy some primal urge that you couldn't evolve from. Bravo, really, bravo." She clapped her hands sarcastically, before Dean slapped her hard round the face. The impact sent her sprawling on the ground. Blaine snapped and launched at Dean. He shoved his fists into his chest in an attempt to push him away. However, Dean was physically much stronger than Blaine, and pushed him down with ease so that he fell to the floor next to Quinn.

Blaine pushed himself up, looking over at Quinn. She was sitting up, cradling her swollen cheek as tears spilled down her face. Ignoring the taunts of the gang, he reached over and gently pulled her hand away from the bruise.

"Are you all right?" He whispered. She squeezed his hand in reply, nodding but unable to fathom speech. Dean's insults caused them to turn their heads in his direction.

"You know, I can't tell which girl is which anymore. Nowadays they all tend to look the same." Everyone jeered apart from Blaine and Quinn.

"Now Anderson, that wasn't very clever. You've only gone and angered me, which wasn't a smart move, was it?" Dean opened his jacket and reached inside. He couldn't have a - Oh my god he does! Dean pulled out a gun and zipped up his jacket, as if it was a normal action. He held it casually in his hands.

Blaine's eyes saw nothing but the gun. It screamed at him. In that instant, he knew that he was going to die. Beside him, Quinn had frozen, just as rigid as he was. Neither could move. It couldn't be happening.

"I see that's got your attention. So, this is what's going to happen. You're both going to stand up, and act as if everything is normal. If you try to run, I won't hesitate to shoot. Understood?" They both nodded their heads, desperately shaken. Blaine helped Quinn to her feet, and then held onto her. Right now, she was the only thing stopping him from going mad.

Through the gang, Blaine could see Nathan standing at the back. He didn't seem as involved as the rest, but he was still here. He caught his eyes for a moment. Nathan's face was impassive, dead. It unnerved Blaine. He quickly looked away over Nathan's shoulder, and his heart stopped. Behind the gloating, ugly faces of his tormentors was Kurt, running towards him. His expression wore a steely determination Blaine had never seen before. He'd seen Kurt determined many times before, but this was so different from those times.

Dean turned to see where Blaine was staring at. He looked confused for a moment, looking between Blaine and the newcomer, then made the connection. He smirked evilly. The rest of the gang with the exception of Nathan remained confused. Kurt had stopped running and approached the group at a slower pace. He glared at Nathan, as he attempted to get through to Blaine.

"Excuse me, can I get through please?" He asked with a forced politeness. The guys suddenly had him surrounded, laughing.

"Can I get through please? Pretty please?" They mocked him, making their voices ridiculously higher than Kurt's own voice. He ignored them, too used to it.

"Well?" He said, raising an eyebrow, giving them his best 'bitch-please' look. Once they realised he wasn't going to run away, the laughter stopped, and was replaced with questions.

"What do you want? This is a closed party" One said, smirking.

"I came here to talk to my boyfriend." The gang stopped.

"Your what?"

"You heard." Kurt's eyes flicked in Blaine's direction momentarily, catching his eye. Blaine felt a jolt run through him, one he recognised as the feeling only Kurt could give him. However, Blaine was so terrified; Kurt had just walked right into the trap. Now he wouldn't get away either.

Roars of laughter erupted around Kurt, but he kept his cool.

"You hear that Dean? We've got Anderson's fairy here. What do you want to do with him?" Now it was Kurt's turn to freeze. He heard the voice.

"Bring him here." Kurt felt rough hands on him as he was man handled.

"Get off me!" He yelled. He was pushed to the front of the group, and then was flung to the ground, hard.

"Kurt!" Blaine let go of Quinn and moved forward to help Kurt, but Dean cocked the gun in their direction, forcing Blaine to stop in his tracks. Kurt, coughing, turned on his back, propping himself up as he saw the gun. His eyes widened in shock, but said nothing. He knew it was real.

"Na - uh, Blaine. What did I say about running away?"

"I wasn't going to run - I just wanted to help him." Dean thought for a moment. He moved the gun over Kurt. Blaine felt his heart beat suddenly pick up erratically.

"You, move over there," Dean gestured to Blaine and Quinn. Kurt quickly stood up, stumbling slightly as he moved to stand next to Blaine. Momentarily, Blaine felt slightly comforted by Kurt's warmth next to him. Then, he was horrified that Kurt, the boy he loved with all his heart, was having a gun waved in his face. He wanted more than anything to hold Kurt to him, to tell him it would be ok. Of course, it would never would be.

He was pulled out of his revelation to find Kurt's fingers slightly brushing his. Blaine wanted to hold his hand in his, but Dean stopped them.

"Don't touch each other. It's sickening enough to think you already have. Still, now you're both here, I can complete my plan." Blaine could feel Kurt itching to retort, but he knew the gun was stopping him.

"So, Anderson, Blondie, Fairy, you're going to do exactly as you're told, or you will have an experience worse than hell. Get it?" They all nodded in unison, too numbed to do anything else.

"Good, glad that's clear. Now, you're going to walk with us to my car. Remember, any attempt to run, and you'll end up -" He motioned an execution with his hand. Again, Kurt, Blaine and Quinn nodded in compliance. Dean smiled at his friends.

"Let's go guys. We're going to show our buddies a good time." Kurt, Blaine and Quinn shook simultaneously.

'I'm never going to see Beth' Quinn thought.

'Blaine can't get hurt - I won't let them hurt him again. I promised.' Kurt thought.

"I'm going to die. I can't protect Kurt, and now he's going to die with me." Blaine thought mournfully, a small tear escaping his eye.