Of Wine and Coffee- A Kurtbastian Glee fic

Chapter 22: Rescue

~A hero is not always the one who constantly rescues others, sometimes it could be a person wrapping a blanket around a child’s shoulder and says that the world is not over~

The world was spinning.

That was all Kurt knew at the moment.

He also registered that everything was slowly turning red. From the walls to the ground to the view of the people in front of him. Kurt heard screams bouncing off the walls; some of them Kurt knew was his. He heard a cruel and mocking laughter as well the sickening sounds of bones snapping.

Everything else was silent. It was as if Kurt was watching a movie where all the surrounding sounds were muted or fuzzy to focus on a specific scene where the sounds were the loudest.

“Stop it!”

Finally, his own scream broke himself out of his reverie. Only when he did, everything seemed to be intensified. He was suddenly very aware of the gruesome sight in front of him. Blaine, now weak and battered, lay bleeding on the cold ground, his hand still outstretched even though the fingers, now broken were splayed uselessly. Blood ran down his cheek and Blaine seemed to be gasping for air.

But his hazel brown eyes were still locked with Kurt’s glasz ones, maintaining a steady gaze.

“Still alive, are you?” the man asked, his eyes cruel and hard. “I’ll change that,”

“NO!” Kurt shrieked, breaking his gaze on Blaine to look at the man. “P-please! Leave him alone!” he begged.

“Shut up!” the man roared, slapping Kurt’s face hard. Kurt stumbled back onto a lying position as he cradled his cheek, tears streaming freely down his face. But he continued to look at the man, silently pleading him. However, the man did not acknowledge him as he turned back to Blaine, who was trying to crawl towards Kurt.

“Oh no, you don’t,” the man said, stepping on Blaine’s back to keep him in place. Kurt heard a choked scream and he watched as the man kicked Blaine’s side so that the boy rolled onto his back until Blaine was face to face with the man. The latter watched Blaine with a cold calculating look.

“Hm…should I take your life fast and not entirely too painless or let it be slow and torturously painful?” he said.

“Fuck you,” Blaine spat, blood dripping down his chin as he glared at the man. The man merely smiled mockingly. “Well, that answers my question, then,” And with that, he lifted his leg and landed a kick squarely on the side of Blaine’s face, earning another scream from the latter. Blaine began to cough as he tried to catch his breath.

“Blaine!” Kurt cried, before he turned towards the man. “Please, I’m begging you! Stop hurting him! He didn’t do anything wrong!”

The man turned to him slowly, the smile on his face mocking and cruel. He crouched beside Kurt and took a hold of his chin, forcing the boy to look at him. He leaned in closer to whisper into Kurt’s ear. “Princess, the moment he interrupted our little session, he has done something absolutely terrible,” he purred, kissing Kurt briefly before getting up. He smirked and refocused his attention on Blaine.

“Oh honey,” the man sighed. “Now that I noticed, you’re quite a looker. Not as pretty as porcelain here, but hot enough,” he shook his head as if apologetic. “What a shame you had to act all heroic and interrupted me,” he suddenly snarled, grabbing a fistful of Blaine’s hair and forced the boy to look at him. “I detest people who are rude to interrupt me,”

Blaine merely spat blood on the man’s face.

That was a mistake.

A huge one.