Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 22

Kurt knew he was dreaming. He knew that this was a horrific nightmare, and any minute he would wake up safe and warm in his bed. He just couldn't open his eyes.

*Dean and a hoard of men approached Kurt and Blaine menacingly, backing them against the cliff of the steep ravine. Kurt couldn't understand why they were at a gorge, but he was quite rightly more focused on the boys in front of him. All of them had knives, aiming them at Kurt and Blaine, ready to launch them into their bodies. Kurt stood in front of Blaine, willing to take all the pain. Blaine was too much too lose. There was nowhere to run, and the cliff was beginning to groan under their weight. The bullies raised their knives, about to thrust them into their victims.

"So, what's it going to be? Death by human, or death by nature? Personally, I'd take the quickest route. The one I will mostly enjoy."

The delight on Dean's face was terrifying. Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, horrified. Dean tapped his foot impatiently.

"I'm waiting." Suddenly, the cliff buckled under them. The boulders under the verge began to bounce and crack down the ravine. Blaine was sent falling into the abyss. Kurt, still on the cliff edge, fell hard onto his front, reaching out desperately for Blaine's hands. He only just caught them, but he could feel himself slipping as he attempted to hoist Blaine up.

"I've got you Blaine!" He cried over the thundering rocks below them. Their eyes met, both knowing in that moment that there was no way to escape this. Blaine could see Kurt was slipping due to his added weight. Sadly and knowingly, he began to loosen his grip out of Kurt's hands. Kurt's breath quickened, his heart pumping erratically.

"Blaine, what are you doing?" Blaine bored into his eyes, and Kurt knew.

"Letting you live your life." Blaine purposely released his grip, and fell slowly down, down, down into the shadows. Kurt's screams echoed around the caverns, as Dean's laugh mocked his broken heart.*

Blaine was startled awake at the sound of Kurt's screams. Below him, Kurt was thrashing and crying out, obviously still asleep. He looked absolutely terrified. Blaine tried to shake him awake, but this only made him worse. Kurt's screams increased in pitch, as more and more tears streamed down his face.

"Blaine, no, Blaine!" Kurt cried into his chest, causing Blaine's heart to stop in dread. He knew exactly what Kurt was dreaming about.

"Kurt, wake up. I'm here. I'm here. I'm holding you, just as I always will. You're dreaming." As well as fearing Kurt's mental state, he knew that the screaming would draw attention to them. He didn't want to give Dean a reason to come down.

Blaine tried to soothe Kurt. He sat up, pulling Kurt into him. Wrapping his arms tightly, longingly around Kurt, he began to kiss his forehead, wishing it would somehow get through to Kurt to wake up.

Kurt's screams stopped as he opened his eyes groggily, still crying and shaking as he felt Blaine around him.

"Am - am I awake?" He asked nervously. Blaine nodded against his forehead.

"Yes, yes you are honey." He said soothingly, not really knowing if that was better or worse than the dream. Kurt's breathing began to soften, realising Blaine was still alive, and with him.

"Right." Was all he could say. They both remained silent, with Blaine pressing small kisses to Kurt's forehead and Kurt sitting in between his legs, tears streaming silently down his face. The door at the top of the stairs unbolted, the sound sending shock waves through them.

"They're coming!" Blaine whispered, as he began to pull away from Kurt. Meanwhile, Kurt crawled away from Blaine, moving fast. Dean stomped down the stairs, as he began to bellow.

"What the fuck is going on? It sounds like a cat being thrown against a wall down here!" He marched over to Blaine, gripping his hair with an iron fist. He yanked it up, forcing Blaine to his feet as he cried out in pain.

"Oh, you like that? Well, wait 'til you see what I have in store!" Harshly, he shoved Blaine hard against the wall, causing all the air to evacuate his lungs as he smacked into it. Kurt screamed, crying out for Blaine.

"Leave him alone!" Dean had Blaine pinned against the wall. Blaine was shaking underneath Dean, but he couldn't move. Anger overcame Kurt as he took a run up behind Dean, pouncing on his back. Dean was taken by surprise, not expecting Kurt's extra weight to bear him down. His grip on Blaine loosened as he toppled backwards, falling onto Kurt's slender frame. He crushed Kurt, as pain surrounded Kurt like a haze. It was all he could feel. Dean quickly got to his feet, brushing off his arms.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled out, as he moved towards him. Kurt was breathing, his eyes were open, but he couldn't move. Dean had about 70 pounds on Kurt - no wonder it hurt. Dean swivelled round to Blaine, pulling out the gun and pointing it in his face.

"Don't - you - dare!" Blaine couldn't move, transfixed to the spot. Kurt writhed on the floor silently, meeting Blaine's eyes. Dean moved to kneel next to Kurt, glazing the head of the gun over Kurt's chest. The couple's eyes widened, not taking them off one another.

"Hello Kurt. You're even more of a girl than Blaine. At least he can vaguely pass for a guy. You, on the other hand, you almost make Blaine straight." Anger coursed through Blaine. Of course Kurt was manly, was Dean an idiot? How dare he insult Kurt!

"Look at how pretty she is Blaine. It would be a shame if something happened to her, wouldn't it?" He continued to stroke the gun over Kurt's body. Kurt could feel the dead coolness of the metal, and hated every minute of it. Only Blaine should touch him like this. He felt so violated and humiliated.

"Why are you doing this to us? All we want is to be able live our lives like everyone else. What is it that we do that you're so scared of?" Kurt croaked out. Dean's expression darkened at Kurt's insinuation of his fear.

"Oh, I'm not scared. I'm sickened. You queers just don't get it. What you do just isn't natural. You're both abominations." These words didn't sound like Dean's. They sounded like a repeated mantra.

"If it isn't natural, then how come there are so many of us? We don't choose this life Dean. We're born this way, the same way you were born white, or the same way you were born a guy. There's nothing you can do to change us." Dean's face was quickly turning a dark shade of purple, as he shook violently with anger. He jammed the head of the gun hard into Kurt's ribs.

"I swear to god, I'll shoot -"

"Yeah, you'll shoot at some point, but when will that be? We've been dead since the moment we got into your car. Right now, we're in some sick limbo because you haven't killed us yet. I know it's going to happen at some point. Why drag it out? Why not just do it now!" Kurt was becoming hysterical, and there was nothing, yet again that Blaine could do to comfort him. Dean looked at him, slightly shocked that Kurt was still answering back to him.

He got to his feet, and tucked the gun back into his jacket. He smirked at the pair, grinning in ecstasy.

"You've just made the game more enjoyable, Fairy. Drawing things out are my speciality." He said menacingly as moved back to the stairs as he ascended them.

"Until the next time." Yet again, the door clicked shut, leaving them in their prison, awaiting their execution.