Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 32

Soft snores emanated from Blaine, as his breaths tickled Kurt's skin. Blaine was draped over Kurt's chest, one arm all the way across, while his other arm remained under Kurt's neck. Kurt breathed in sync with Blaine, but remained frustratingly awake. Blaine had fallen asleep fairly quickly, but Kurt's thoughts continued to whirl around his mind in a frenzy. How are we going to get out of this? Are we really going to die? Are they going to force me to watch them hurt Blaine? Are they going to kill me? His breathing rate increased as his worries began to consume him.

He glanced down at Blaine's sleeping form, giving him a small smile. The haunting thoughts drifted away in that instant. He bent down, kissing Blaine's hair, inhaling his scent deeply. It was the one thing keeping him sane. Blaine murmured in his sleep, shifting himself closer into Kurt's side.

"Kurt" he whispered. Kurt kept his face close to Blaine's hair gently nuzzling it. Humouring himself, knowing Blaine was asleep, Kurt replied.

"Yes?"

"Will you marry me?" Kurt's heart stopped in his chest. He was reminded of the conversation that had taken place in his bed back home, when the whole situation had begun.

"Blaine?" He asked uncertainly, trying to look down at his face. Blaine's eyes remained tightly shut, his breathing normal of a person sleeping. He was definitely still unconscious. Blaine's hold on him suddenly tightened, causing Kurt to bite his lip. As much as he loved Blaine's hugs, his bruises still stung and his skin was still sore, and Blaine pressing into them wasn't helping. Blaine sighed in content.

"I love you." He murmured. Kurt's heart thumped hard in his chest. He couldn't help the goofy smile finding it's way to his face. Butterflies broke out in a flurry in his stomach, his insides warming from the sudden happiness building inside of him. But Blaine began to squeeze him a little more than he could bear, so he gently shook him, easing him awake.

"Blaine. Blaine, wake up." Blaine opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as he focussed on Kurt. He smiled sleepily up at him.

"Hey baby." He was surprised to find Kurt's face wincing. Confused as he furrowed his eyebrows, he asked "Kurt, what's wrong?" Kurt, a little embarrassed, said:

"As much as I love your arms around me, you're - erm - you're digging in a little too tightly." Immediately, Blaine looked down at his position, blushed, and relieved some of the pressure he had been placing on Kurt.

"Oh crap, I was suffocating you, wasn't I? Sorry, I tend to be a bit of a cuddle monster." He smiled jokingly, as he moved his arms away from Kurt's torso. However, Kurt wasn't having any of that.

"Hey, get back here. I only wanted you to stop squeezing me to death, not to stop squeezing me completely." Blaine laughed, as he draped his arm over Kurt once again.

"So, did you get a good rest?" Kurt asked gently. Blaine nodded into his chest, grinning to himself.

"Yeah, you could say that." He said, not revealing anything about his dream. He was still blissful from it, still wrapped up in the happiness he felt when dream Kurt had said 'Yes.' Kurt wanted to know why Blaine had asked him to marry him in his sleep, but at the same time didn't want to broach the subject with him. It was really scary to think about grown-up stuff like that. And actually, what would be the point of imagining a happy future, when they probably wouldn't get to live it? Kurt sighed, letting the question he desperately wanted to ask die on his tongue. Instead, he said;

"Good, I'm glad." Blaine soothingly glazed his fingers over Kurt's stomach, making Kurt instantly relax.

"How are your bruises?" He asked kindly. Kurt gave a small shrug.

"They're ok. They don't hurt so much anymore, they just sting." Truth be told, his body felt heavy from the blows he'd received, but he didn't want to worry Blaine anymore than he already had. Blaine nodded into his chest, accepting Kurt's words.

"That's good. You know, I was worried he broke your ribs, and when you wouldn't wake up -" He shuddered at the thought, his face falling at the memory. Kurt brought his hand up to Blaine's back, and tenderly rubbed it over him.

"I'm ok now. And you're ok. That's what matters." There was a beat of comfortable silence, before Blaine broke it.

"I never want to let you go." Blaine suddenly began to shake uncontrollably, as his chest heaved desperately. Kurt immediately sat up, pulling Blaine with him.

"Blaine? Are you -"

"It's so fucking unfair!" He spat out, unable to reign in his sudden temper. He remained hunched over on the floor, away from Kurt as he clenched his fists tight. Kurt reached out a tentative hand, but thought better of it.

"Blaine, what's going on?" Kurt tried again, concerned about the state Blaine was currently in. Blaine kept his gaze down, breathing in and out rapidly.

"We're - we're never going to be able to do all the things we wanted. We're not going to get to live in New York, we're never going to college, I won't be able to - to -" He really wanted to say 'marry you', but the words stuck in his throat. "They have taken everything from us. Everything. And we're supposed to accept it? Why don't they just get it over and done with? Why bother waiting?" He shot his head upwards, talking to the ceiling. Everything was hazy. He was trapped, as he began to see red. His limbs tightened, ready to lash out and fight.

Kurt was really scared. He'd never seen Blaine so angry before. He looked into his eyes and saw nothing but rage and pain. He was too scared to even touch him.

"Blaine? I think you need to calm down -"

"Calm down? How can I possibly calm down? They could end our lives at any point, and you're expecting me to 'calm down'?" Blaine was so caught up in his anger he couldn't see the tears beginning to form in Kurt's eyes. Blaine turned away from Kurt, looking at the floor, his heart rate accelerating. He had never been so angry in his life. He just wanted to scream. He wanted to be free.

Kurt knew Blaine wasn't aiming the anger at him, but it still hurt. Blaine shook violently, not sure as to how to reign in his rage. Kurt put a small hand on Blaine's shoulder, letting him know he was still there. Blaine continued to shake, his pent up anger becoming sobs as he tried to gain control on himself. He shouldn't be yelling at Kurt, he knew that. It wasn't his fault they were in this mess. Unable to speak for fear of letting out more outbursts, he lifted his hand and placed it over Kurt's on his shoulder. He felt nimble fingers entwine with his calloused ones, and knew instantly that they were ok.

"I'm - I'm sorry baby." He croaked out, still looking at the floor, ashamed that he'd let the anger take over him. Kurt squeezed his hand in response.

"Don't be. I love you." They remained in their positions, not huddled together but still connected, as the door at the top of the stairs opened once more, and a figure stepped into the cold cellar.

"Look boys, how endearing. They're holding hands. When I specifically said no touching. Guess they just don't get it." The sniggers rung around the room, leaving Kurt and Blaine hollow with fear.