Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 17

Kurt, Blaine and Quinn walked in silence as the group kept around them, almost suffocating them. Dean had put the gun away, but they knew it was still there, mocking their lives. Kurt had to surrender his phone, so no help was coming. They had to wear poker faces, otherwise they would draw attention to themselves. Quinn's face was less swollen now, but the bruise still looked angry.

Kurt and Blaine walked side by side, barely touching. They may not be allowed to hold hands, but it didn't stop them from glancing at one another. All they wanted to do was to comfort the other. Kurt looked at Quinn, who was on his other side. She had her head held high, but he could see she was crumbling. He may not be able to touch Blaine, but the gang didn't seem to have a problem with him touching Quinn. Silently, Kurt took Quinn's hand in his, and he felt her silently respond. At least he could hold on to someone.

…

They made it to the car, and everyone stopped.

"Right, this is where Nathan and I take over. Guys, see you later." The rest of the gang dissipated, but Brock remained standing.

"You too, Brock." Blaine noticed the jealous look Brock shot at Nathan, before he turned to follow his friends. Dean turned to the trio.

"Get in." He said roughly. Kurt slid into the middle seat, followed by Blaine, while Quinn went round the other side. Once everyone was inside, Dean locked the doors, no one commenting. The windows were tinted darkly, making it difficult to see the outside, normal world. Dean began to drive once everyone was belted up.

…

There was a deathly silence as the car rolled on. Dean wasn't having any of it. He looked in the mirror and saw sombre faces. Quinn was cradling her face against the window, hand tightly clasped in Kurt's. Blaine and Kurt were glancing at one another, seemingly to be connecting in some unspoken language. Kurt let his other hand gently glaze Blaine's thigh in comfort.

"Hey, what did I say? No touching!" Dean yelled. Kurt quickly retracted his hand from Blaine's leg. Both Kurt and Blaine blushed, humiliated and angry. Once Kurt stopped touching Blaine, Dean visibly relaxed, and began conversing.

"So, Fairy, tell me about yourself. Where did you and Anderson meet?" Kurt could feel Blaine stiffen against him. He knew he couldn't reveal Blaine's newest school. Not that it really mattered now. But still, at least Kurt could protect some small part of Blaine's life.

"My name isn't Fairy. It's Kurt." He said darkly. Dean laughed.

"Don't get your wings in a twist, it was only a question." Blaine looked over at Nathan to see his reaction, but all Nathan did was look forward out the front, not involving himself in Dean's antics. Silence reigned once more.

…

Dean drove for over an hour, and seemed to be taking them into the middle of nowhere. They had been driven out of Lima, past Westerville and to somewhere none of them recognised. Eventually, Dean pulled up to a wooded area, which was completely devoid of human life. Blaine, Kurt and Quinn's hearts sped up. Wooded areas were never good. It was the classic place to dump bodies - woods were good for hiding evidence. Dean turned in his seat, smirking at them. He opened his door and got out, as did Nathan. They slammed their doors simultaneously. Quinn's door was yanked open.

"Get out Blondie." Nathan said gruffly. Quinn turned to Kurt and Blaine, unable to speak. She began to shake violently.

"What about us?" Kurt asked, as he grasped Quinn's hand harder.

"We've got something more special planned for you two. Blondie's just collateral damage." Their jaws dropped. Nathan suddenly pulled at Quinn, but her seatbelt stopped her from tumbling out the car. Quinn screamed, as she clung to Kurt. Kurt tugged her back with all his might, but Nathan simply reached over and unclipped her seatbelt. She was ripped from Kurt's grip.

"Kurt!" She screamed, tears falling fast.

"Quinn, no!" He undid his own seat belt and attempted to move out of the car. Nathan shoved Quinn towards Dean, who caught her in his arms and kept her in a vice grip. She writhed against him, trying to escape, but he just tightened his hold on her. Nathan pulled out a knife and waved it in Kurt's face, threatening.

"Get back in the car." Kurt's focus was torn between saving Quinn and the knife so close to his face. Nathan's eyes were so empty. He was just an agent now. A shell of his former self.

"Go on then, do it! You're going to kill us anyway, just do it now!"

"I won't hesitate-"

"Give it all you've got, you coward -"

"Kurt, just get back in the car, please." Blaine interrupted him, his hand on his shoulder. Feeling Blaine's touch awoke Kurt to reality. He shook his head, confused. He didn't know what to do.

"Kurt, just get back in the car." Quinn said mournfully, trying to save her friend. Seeing his friend broken and helpless tore Kurt to shreds. But he didn't have a choice. Slowly, he slid back onto the seat. Before the door was slammed closed, Quinn yelled back:

"Kurt, if I don't get the chance - find Beth for me. Tell her I always loved her." Kurt held back a sob, and choked on it. He heard the door click shut, reminding him he was imprisoned, while Quinn was a dead woman walking. Out the window, he could see Dean picking Quinn up, bridle style, as she struggled against him, and Nathan followed behind them into the trees.

Desperately, Kurt tried in vain to pick the lock, to make it pop up and release them. He used his short nails, but it did nothing. He began to slam himself against the window, again and again in an attempt to smash it. Blaine was doing the same, just as desperately against the back window, but they were both failing miserably. The windows remained whole. Kurt's attempts became more and more violent as his anguish increased. He had to save Quinn, he couldn't let her die. Tears blurred his vision as his frustration overtook his senses. Harder and harder, he slammed himself against the door, not caring that it hurt like hell. Bringing him back from the brink, Blaine's arm encircled his waist, gently pulling him away from the door. He refused weakly.

"No, Blaine, no. I've got to save her. I can't - I can't -" Blaine managed to pull Kurt completely away from the door, and this time Kurt let him. He leaned on Blaine, exhausted.

"I can't - I can't - Maybe there's something in the front that we can use - "

"No, there isn't, baby. They're not stupid. We've tried everything we can - there's nothing we can do." Tears fell from his face as he ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, trying to soothe him. Kurt turned into Blaine, burying his head into his neck, as sobs took him over. Blaine clutched Kurt to him, relishing in the closeness but wishing with all his heart that it hadn't been in these circumstances. The sobs reverberated around the car as the boys clung to one another, like the gun shot that ricocheted off the trees, echoing around them.

Kurt stopped breathing, as realisation rushed down on him, and drowned them both in the tragedy. Kurt clung to Blaine tighter, never been so distraught in his whole life. Blaine's heart broke, and not for the final time.