Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 34

Kurt stumbled through the door as the light flashed, burning his eyes. He quickly covered them, not ready to adjust to this new environment. He wasn't sure how long he and Blaine had been shut in the cellar, but he reckoned it couldn't have been more than twenty four hours. Everything was too bright, too artificial. All he wanted to do was bang on the door, to be let back into the dark. Wherever Blaine was, he knew he had to be too.

Slowly, he removed his hands from his face, taking in his new surroundings. The first time he didn't have the chance to look, as he and Blaine had been frogmarched down to the cellar. Now, he could see that the house was falling apart around them. The walls were coated in damp patches and mould, as old wallpaper peeled at the edges. The wooden staircase leading up to the first floor were dark and rickety. Holes hid in the crevices of the banister, indicating an infestation of wood worm. All in all, it was everything Kurt hated. He flinched at the thought of how dirty the rooms must be.

Dean gripped his arm, hard, and led him to one of the front rooms. Kurt followed, confused. He thought they were taking him somewhere else, but he knew that wasn't the case when he saw the handcuffs dangling from Brock's fingers. Dean let go of him, while Brock kept the gun over Kurt. Dean took the handcuffs off Brock, and slid them slowly through his fingers.

"Fairy, over there."

Dean gestured to the radiator below the window. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, but obeyed. The afternoon sun was beginning to set as it sent beams of light through the glass panes. The light settled on his skin, highlighting the scars and bruises that marked him.

"Sit." Dean said sternly. Kurt slid down, as he sat on the jagged, splintered floorboards. Dean placed the handcuff around Kurt's slender wrist, tightening it harshly so that it dug into his flesh. He then attached the other hoop to the radiator pipe, clicking it shut. Dean then pulled away, smiling. He turned to Brock, nodding slightly.

"So Fairy, this is where you'll be staying. It's time Anderson learnt his lesson." They turned to go, but Kurt piped up.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Dean turned back, facing Kurt. He took the gun off Brock, and held it silently in his hand.

"I think you already know." Kurt surged forwards, but the handcuff tugged him against his will.

"You can't! You can't do this!" The bullies turned their backs, laughing as they made their way back to the cellar. They left behind a desperate Kurt, who tugged and tugged at the handcuffs. He had to get to Blaine. He heard the door unbolt and slam shut, cutting off Blaine's cries.

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Blaine continued to fight against his captors, not willing to give up. Charlie whispered menacingly in his ear. His nose was now a different shape, and it somehow made him look even more sadistic than before.

"They're taking him away for good. You'll never see lover boy again. Dean is going to -"

"Shut up, just shut up!" Blaine cried out. Charlie punched him in the stomach, causing him to recoil backwards. Pain spread across his abdomen like a bush fire.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Blaine was exhausted. He looked to Nathan, who was avoiding his gaze like the plague.

"Nathan, Nathan please, just let me go. Or if not me, let Kurt go. He shouldn't have to go through this." Charlie looked between them, bellowing with laughter.

"Hey Nath, I think he likes you!" He and the other boy continued to laugh, but Nathan ignored them. Defeated, Blaine pulled his gaze away from Nathan, resuming his escape.