Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 31

Judy Fabray opened her front door, and was shocked at the sight on her doorstep. There stood Burt Hummel, and her youngest daughter. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion, not understanding why they were here together. After a moment, she took in her daughter's mournful expression and bruises. She gasped in shock.

"Quinnie? What - what happened to you?" She asked, deeply concerned. Immediately, Quinn flew into her mother's arms. Burt's eyes widened in pity, looking Judy in the eye. Judy held her daughter to her, as Quinn's sobs reverberated through her. Judy made a cooing sound of comfort, stroking Quinn's hair with one hand.

"What happened to her?" She redirected her question to Burt, desperately wanting answers. Burt took a deep breath, looking at his watch, before turning back to Mrs Fabray.

"She was kidnapped and threatened, but she got away. My son and his boyfriend are still being held hostage somewhere. I'm sorry Mrs Fabray, but I've got to go. I suggest you call the police, and maybe take Quinn to hospital. Carole tried to patch her up as best she could, but Quinn refused to go to A&E. Maybe she'll listen to you." Before he turned to go, he moved forward, and placed a firm but reassuring hand on Quinn's shoulder.

"You look after yourself, kiddo. You're safe now." He said gruffly, but kindly. At his words, Quinn turned round, tears streaming down her face.

"Thank you Mr Hummel. I'm so, so sorry that I couldn't stop them taking Kurt. I wish there was something -" She burst into more tears. Judy found herself tearing up upon hearing her daughter's predicament. How had this happened? Burt looked at them both sadly.

"Quinn, you listen to me. You did everything you possibly could. Coming to my house, telling me about Kurt, you might have just saved his life. If you hadn't, I wouldn't have a clue where to begin. Thanks to you Quinn, we're on the right track." Quinn nodded in acknowledgement, not wanting to stress Mr Hummel out anymore than necessary.

"Ok Mr Hummel. Thank you, again." Burt nodded, turning to go.

"Goodnight Quinn, Mrs Fabray."

"Goodnight" the Fabray women answered in unison. He heard the door behind him click closed, as he made his way back to his car. He was in way over his head. He had to get back home to talk to the police officer, but at the same time his heart ached. His son, his family, was missing; was at the mercy of a bunch of homophobes. All Kurt's life he'd been there to protect him and defend him, but now Kurt had vanished. Burt couldn't accept that his son was being held hostage, he just couldn't. It was so surreal.

He looked at the sky, which was pitch black and was smattered with stars. There were no clouds covering them, allowing the stars to shine in brilliance. Would Kurt be able to see the night sky from where he was? Sadly looking down, he heaved a sigh, getting into his car and driving back home, to find his son.

…

Kurt and Blaine held each other as they lay together on the floor. Both were exhausted from everything that had happened, their limbs numb from the cold but enflamed from the blows. Blaine nuzzled himself into Kurt's neck. Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine, as his bruises began to throb less and less. At least, holding Blaine took his mind off the pain for a little while.

"I could lie like this forever." Blaine whispered. Kurt nodded above his head in agreement. Below him, he felt Blaine's throat reverberate as he began to hum a tune. It took Kurt a minute to work out what the song was, but he got it as soon as Blaine reached the chorus. Blaine began to sing quietly.

"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and, just forget the world?"

Kurt replied in song, relaxing as soon as he heard Blaine's voice. One of the things that de-stressed Kurt the most was Blaine singing. Once, before their exams, Kurt had been fretting about revising and his grades, being the perfectionist he is, and had got himself very worked up. Blaine found him, and had pulled him into him, twirling him into a dance. Blaine sang 'Somewhere Only We Know' softly into Kurt's ear as he held him close, swaying together. Kurt instantly relaxed, knowing he didn't want to be anywhere else but in Blaine's arms.

"Forget what we're told, before we get too old.. Show me a garden that's, bursting into life."

They smiled to themselves, as Blaine softly sang the next line.

"Let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads. I need your grace, to remind me, to find my own."

Kurt continued the melody, just as softly as Blaine.

"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me, and, just forget the world? Forget what we're told, before we get too old, show me a garden that's bursting into life."

Blaine looked up from his position and looked at Kurt. Realising he was being watched, Kurt glanced down and gazed into Blaine's eyes. Blaine blinked, before taking a deep breath to finish the song. He reached up to cup Kurt's cheek.

"All that I am, all that I ever was, is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.I don't know where, confused about how as well, I just know that these things will never change for us at all."

Kurt felt himself tear up under the intensity of Blaine's gaze. Blaine's memory flashbacked to after he had shown Kurt his scar for the first time. Once he'd got all the crying out of his system, Kurt had taken his hand and led him outside into the cool night.

Flashback

"Come here Blaine." Kurt led him onto the patio, and pulled him towards the grass. Blaine gratefully followed his lead. Kurt indicated to the grass.

"Come lie with me?" He asked uncertainly. Blaine nodded in acceptance.

"Of course" he said, assured. He took his place next to Kurt, as he laid back onto the fresh vegetation. Kurt lay next to him, shifting to make himself comfortable. They lay in silence, looking up at the dark sky. Stars were strewn across it, like jewels glinting in a hidden cove. It was a clear night, as the stars shone even brighter than they would in ordinary circumstances. Blaine felt fingers lightly brush against his hand, and then his hand was encased in Kurt's own. Kurt looked over at him, concerned and enquiring.

"Are you ok?" He asked kindly. Blaine turned his head to him, so that they were now facing each other.

"Yeah, I think so." Kurt smiled at him, squeezing his hand in his. Blaine felt all despair he had felt immediately dissipate from him at the sight of Kurt smiling and the feel of his hand in his. Content, they both returned to gazing at the night sky, silently appreciating its beauty while knowing the other boy wasn't going anywhere. This was forever.

Blaine returned to the present, as Kurt and his voice melded together for the final verse, as they clutched one another in response.

"If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world?"