Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 43

Dean stepped towards them, as the rest of the gang blocked off the exits. Kurt and Blaine reached for each other's hands instinctively, but this time they were not berated for touching. Maybe it made the game more exciting for the captors. The bastards. Dean continued to walk towards them, taking his sweet time about it. Anger flared behind his eyes.

"How did you get out?" He asked scathingly. Blaine placed himself between Kurt and Dean, covering Kurt's body with his own. He continued to clutch onto Kurt's hand, shaking.

"Someone left the door unlocked." Dean's eyes blackened.

"If you'd stayed put, I might have spared you, but now you will pay for the consequences -"

"We know about Quinn." Kurt interjected. Dean blinked in surprise.

"What do you know about her?"

"We know she's alive." Blaine answered. Dean shrugged.

"And?"

"You told me Kurt was dead. You made me believe he was gone, but he's here, right now. And now we know Quinn's alive. You messed around with our heads, our bodies. You made us believe we were dead. Yet here we are. What did you want from us?" Blaine spat out. Dean smirked at the outburst, as he folded his arms and took another step forward.

"Blaine oh Blaine, oh Blaine, I think being cushioned by your rich father has increased your naivety."

"Don't talk about my Dad." Blaine said through gritted his teeth. Dean put his hand on his chest in a sarcastic manner.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I insult poor Blainers? I'm ever so sorry, where are my manners? My apologies." He bowed, before running at Blaine and Kurt. He rammed into them, knocking over Kurt. Blaine reached out for him, but ended up falling after him. As they landed heavily, the dust on the ground flew up, engulfing them in more dirt. Blaine covered his body over Kurt's, trying to shelter him from Dean's vengeful gaze. Dean smirked down at them.

"Poor ickle Blaine. I know how your mind works; with your compassion, your music and your happy-go-lucky nature, you thought you would overcome me eventually. You and Mcgregor thought we wouldn't find you, but we did." The gang sniggered behind him. At the mention of Rory, Blaine's hold on Kurt immediately tightened. Kurt could feel Blaine's tension radiating through him as he was held.

"You may have survived the first round, but you're going to end up like McGregor eventually. Alone, and then silenced." Kurt's eyes widened at the new information. Rory had been 'silenced'? Looking at Blaine, he seemed to know, as he began to tremble even more violently. Blaine looked at him, then looked down at the ground in shame and defeat.

"The F on your body, it's a symbol. I'm surprised you haven't tried to change. But then you parade around with that - thing, like its normal. But there's only one way you'll learn." Kurt and Blaine's eyes widened as Dean, yet again, took out the revolver from his jacket. Blaine tried even harder to keep Kurt under him, but Kurt was having none of it. Dean cruelly stroked the gun in his hands, before calling out;

"Nathan, can you come here please?" Slowly, Nathan stepped out of the group, and made his way over to his master.

"Yes Boss?" Dean handed Nathan the revolver, nodding encouragingly. Nathan took it in his hands, unsure.

"It's your turn to show me what you've got. Show me whether you're as loyal to me as you claim to be." Dean stepped back, leaving Nathan to look down at the terrified boys. Confusion was etched onto their faces, but Blaine's expression also held unfathomable hatred. Carefully, Nathan raised the gun to cover their chests, as he squinted his eyes to aim.