Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 27

Blaine had no idea how long he and Kurt remained entwined in their positions, but it must have been hours and hours. They stayed quiet, just clinging onto each other. Kurt's sobs had subsided, but occasionally Blaine could feel a tear drop onto his open skin. He knew Kurt could feel the same thing occurring on his own shoulder. Eventually, Kurt pulled away from Blaine, moving to look at him.

"What is it Kurt?"

"I - I don't know. I just wanted to look at you." Blaine gave him a small smile, thinking the exact same thing. He reached up, taking Kurt's hand in his.

"Come what may…" He sang softly. Kurt smiled through his tears, replying in song.

"I will love you, until my dying day." He finished. It was good to hear Blaine sing again.

"So… are you Christian?" Blaine thought for a moment.

"I don't know. I've always had a thing for Ewan Mcgregor, and I saw you as more like him. I'm definitely more like Satine."

"But my vocal range is much more compatible with Nicole Kidman's." They laughed a little.

"Okay, okay, I'll be the penniless sitar player, and you can be my sparkling diamond." Kurt raised his eyebrow.

"'Your' sparkling diamond? Do you own me?" Immediately, to Kurt's amusement, Blaine became flustered.

"I - I didn't mean that in a possessive way. Of course I don't own you, you're your own person. I mean -" He was cut off by Kurt's lips on his. Blaine stopped in surprise. Kurt pulled away, smiling, as Blaine felt the blood rush to his face.

"You're so cute when you're flustered." He pecked Blaine on the cheek, directing more blood flow to his already flaming face. Their interchange was interrupted by the clattering of the door above them opening. They looked at each other in horror.

"Kurt, please, don't antagonise them. Don't give them reason to hurt you more than they already might do. Please baby." Blaine pleaded with Kurt. He was about to argue, but he decided against it.

"Ok, I won't" he promised. The door swung open, and the crew banged loudly down the stairs. Dean led the way, the gun hanging loosely on his index finger.

"Hello ladies, enjoying your stay?" His words were slow and slurred, indicating that he was heavily intoxicated. One of the dim-witted boys spoke harshly.

"Get off the floor, scum." Kurt and Blaine helped each other up promptly, but Dean hushed the thug.

"Charlie, where are your manners? That is no way to speak to women. You should be ashamed." He slurred, laughing. Charlie roared with him, assuming the joke was hilarious.

"You're right Dean, I apologise princesses." he bowed sarcastically. Kurt and Blaine remained side by side in silence. The seven gang members surrounded them, encircling like vultures. Kurt and Blaine spun on the spot, not sure who to look at. Kurt's fingers gently brushed against Blaine's in reassurance, but the gang noticed.

"Well, well, well, look at them being quaint. All these gentle touches are making me puke. Boys, get held of them." Immediately, Kurt and Blaine moved together, back to back, clutching the other's hands. They would not be separated.

"You can't touch us." Kurt spoke strongly. Blaine's heart fell as he saw Dean's smirk.

"On the contrary, Fairy, we can touch you as much as we wish." Kurt and Blaine felt hands scrabbling at their bodies, prying them apart. Their fingers began to strain and stretch as the force pulling on them increased ferociously. Blaine felt Kurt's hands slip from his as they were torn apart mercilessly.

"Kurt!" He cried out, at the exact same moment Kurt called out a strangled "Blaine!" Blaine lashed out against the three boys, but they surrounded him, pulling him into an arm lock. One boy held him from behind, while the other two twisted arms behind his back painfully. He looked over desperately at Kurt, who was receiving the same treatment. Kurt's wild eyes met his, as they continued to struggle against their captors. Their stolen glances were destroyed as Dean moved over to slap Kurt's head, hard. Blaine winced. He could feel the impact just standing on the other side of the room.

It shook him to the core. Slowly, Kurt turned his head back up to face Dean, anger and pain flaring from his deep orbs. Dean laughed harder.

"Not even a whimper? You've got a strong one here, Blaine. I wonder how long it will take to break her." At his words, Blaine struggled even harder against his captors. He noticed Nathan clutching onto Kurt, and could feel the hate seeping into his bones.

"Let him go! He doesn't deserve any of this. Hit me instead!" He couldn't bear to see Kurt in pain. Dean didn't move from his position, as he placed the gun on the floor next to him.

"No Anderson. I don't want to see your smug face as I give you what you want. I'm doing this my way. You'll get your turn soon."

"You can't do this!" Blaine cried out. Kurt looked up at him sadly, his cheek reddened and mad. Blaine became even angrier, literally fighting his way out of the bullies hands. Dean turned his back on Blaine, returning to Kurt.

"I will do this. We're going to make this a show to remember. Anderson, relax." Kurt, exhausted from struggling and in agony from the hit, stilled in their arms. He looked over at Blaine, who had tears streaming down his face in anguish as he fought against them. Their eyes met, and their hearts broke.

Dean suddenly launched at Kurt, pummelling him in the chest. There was a freakish crack, and Kurt screamed out in hellish agony. His bones felt dislodged, as his lungs took in a sharp intake of breath. He doubled over, panicked as he coughed up blood.

"Kurt, no!" Blaine was hysterical. "Leave him alone!" The pain swarmed around Kurt, as he felt the world spin around him. He slacked in his captors arms. Before everything went silent, he could hear the chants of the thugs resonating around him, and Blaine's voice full of pain crying out for him, and only him. His world fell apart around him.