This is the chapter where Blaine officially loses it. Or gains it depending on how you look at it.
His final descent into the criminal world is fast and literally begins with a bang.
This is also one of those chapters I kind of detest because while it's necessary for the story, it's not fun to write. In other words, no smut. Hopefully this week's Glee episode, and the mention of "hottest make up sex ever," makes up for the lack of smut in this chapter.
Everything takes place over the Dalton two week Spring Break.
Warnings for violence, murder, homophobic language, and Blaine being an evil, clueless, cupcake.
I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone? Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?
If "Happy Ever After" did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I'll be sick.
Payphone by Maroon 5
Friday morning Kurt sat in bed staring at the open closet, his cell phone lying next to him. It was the start of spring break and everyone was supposed to leave campus by 1:00 pm. He and Blaine had planned to have breakfast that morning and then fuck until it was time to leave.
"A week without you is gonna kill me, Kurt. I have to fuck you until my dick is numb."
Kurt sighed and picked up his phone. He'd been fighting the urge to call Blaine since waking up. He knew all about the fear and stress of having someone in the hospital. He wanted to comfort Blaine and send his love to Anastasia and Telio.
He wanted to make sure Mario was still alive.
Please stay alive. Please stay alive. Please, please, please…
Kurt could hear the shouts and laughter of the other boys leaving for spring break. Did anyone else at Dalton know about the shooting? Should he tell the Warblers? Normally it would seem like the right thing to do, but given Blaine's family and the circumstances…
Kurt put down his phone and decided to start packing. As he pulled clothes out of his closet and debated outfits, a thought popped into his head.
Will I still get to spend the second week of spring break with Blaine? Is that what he meant by I'll send for you?
He decided to pack optimistically, selecting outfits as if he'd be going out with Blaine. When he was finished with his clothes he made sure the bedroom door was locked before pulling the heavy steel box out of the corner of the closet. He took the key from around his neck and unlocked it.
Inside were two guns, a box of bullets, $15,000 in cash, a set of keys, and a small piece of paper with several rows of number and letter combinations:
FLL75RTM; RTXRT40C; ARRT27LLOW
Passwords? Vault combinations?
He put everything into a bag and put the bag inside his suitcase. He got dressed, made sure the room was neat and tidy, and left.
When he arrived in the student garage he was surprised to see Blaine's car still parked next to his. As he looked at the car, nerves and fear kicked in. Was it safe for him to drive home by himself? If someone was coming after the Andersons was he on the list by association?
He sat in his own car for several minutes, thinking hard and debating before pulling a gun out of his bag. He loaded it carefully and laid it on the passenger seat.
He sent Blaine a text.
I'm leaving Dalton. Will call you when I'm home. I hope your dad is okay. Call me when you can. I love you.
When Blaine arrived in the main hall of Dalton Friday night, there were four armed men waiting for him. Telio was already there, looking more serious and somber than Blaine could ever remember. The headmaster eyed the armed men nervously.
"Perhaps you and Mr. Montgomery should remain here until we hear from your mother."
Blaine shook his head. "No, it's okay. I know them. We'll be fine. Thank you."
Outside a fleet of black cars were waiting. Blaine and Telio were ushered inside a custom made black Hummer with rear seats that faced each other, similar to a limousine. Luther sat on one side, Telio and Blaine sat on the other.
"We'll stop by the hospital, but we can't stay long. We need to get you underground as soon as possible," said Luther.
Blaine said nothing, his mind consumed with racing thoughts.
An actual hit on his father.
Who had the guts to pull this off? Was it Chartussi? Had to be. Were they officially at war now? What if his father died? Would Cooper try to kill him to prevent him from taking over? How long before he could send for Kurt? Would Kurt be safer staying at Dalton?
It was spring break. Kurt would be going home.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
At the hospital, Blaine and Telio were escorted by several guards to the fifth floor. There were several men standing in the hall, guns hidden, but clearly present. The nursing staff looked a little shell-shocked at having their floor cleared of all patients but one who required a small army of guards.
They were led to a room at the end of the hall where three men stood guard at the door. They nodded at Blaine and moved aside.
Anastasia was sitting in a chair pushed close to the bed. She was bent over, her head resting on her arm, her hand holding Mario's.
Anastasia sat up, her eyes red and tired. She looked lost and frightened. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Blaine. "Oh, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine…" She pulled Telio into the hug, holding both boys tight for a moment before releasing them. Her voice ached with anguished disbelief.
"They shot him. They shot him so many times…so, so many times."
As he stared at his father Blaine was suddenly filled with a deep, strong fear. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he was shaken by the sight of his father connected to monitors, machines, and an IV. It was the first time he'd ever seen him so still, quiet, and pale.
Luther quietly entered the room.
"Anastasia, why don't you come with me to get something to drink? Let the boys have a moment."
Anastasia didn't move until Luther walked over and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Anastasia, come with me."
Anastasia looked at his hand on her shoulder and then up at him. She slowly stood up, allowing Luther to lead her out.
Blaine sat down and took his father's hand.
"Dad? I'm here, dad. We're here."
Blaine looked towards the door as he heard Telio trying to leave.
"No. Stay here."
Telio shook his head. "I…I don't wanna intrude. He's your father."
Telio still looked uncertain.
"Please stay. He'd want you here, Telio. He'd expect you to be here."
Telio sat down and stared at the floor. Blaine turned back to Mario.
"Dad…I love you. I love you so much. We love you so much. You have to get better, okay? We need you to get better. I need you to get better. I'm not…" Blaine trailed off as fear squeezed his chest.
I'm not ready. Not right now. I can't do this right now. I don't wanna do this right now. I need you. We need you.
Blaine squeezed his father's hand and whispered, "Please get better. You have to get better. Please dad…please…"
He and Telio sat in silence until Luther came in.
"We should go. The sooner you're outta here, the better."
Blaine picked up his father's hand and kissed it.
"I love you."
Telio walked over to the bed and took Mario's hand. He gently squeezed. He didn't feel comfortable saying anything out loud. He hoped Mario could somehow hear his thoughts.
Don't worry. I'll take care of Blaine. You know I'll protect him with my life. And I'll help him with everything. I'm ready. Don't worry. Just get better.
As they walked down the hall, Blaine could feel the curious eyes of the men on him. Some were sympathetic, others were skeptical and slightly hostile. He could practically hear their thoughts.
So, is the fag in charge now?
He's just a fucking kid.
What does he know?
Hope Mario recovers.
Blaine held his head a little higher and tried to walk with a confidence he didn't feel. He was grateful when they were back in the Hummer. As they pulled out of the parking lot he took out his phone to call Kurt. Luther reached over and snatched it from him.
"Are you crazy? Absolutely not."
Luther looked at Telio. "Gimme your phone too."
Telio scowled as he reached in his pocket, took out his phone, and handed it to Luther. "I already know better. You don't have to take my phone."
Blaine was confused. "What's going on?"
"You can't call anyone, Blaine. We've just been hit, and until we know who was behind it we have to be careful. No cell phones and no contact with anyone until we know who's legit. Considering how this was pulled off, it's possible we have a traitor lurking around. We have to be careful."
"The only person I'm gonna call is Kurt!"
Luther shook his head. "No phone calls. We can't take a chance on your calls being traced. You make a phone call, it hits a cell phone tower and tells someone where you are. We can't take any chances."
"Okay. Is there a landline somewhere that I can use? What about at the construction offices?"
Luther shook his head. "No phone calls, Blaine."
"But I gotta call Kurt!"
"We can't trust anyone."
"I get that, but this is Kurt! Kurt is not a threat!"
Luther shook his head. "I know you love him Blaine, but his father's been seen talking to an FBI agent. I'm guessing Burt Hummel isn't too thrilled about his son dating a mobster right when he's trying to get elected to office."
"That has nothing to do with Kurt!"
"Nevertheless we can't take any chances. We don't know who's behind this, who they're working for, or what connections they have. Until we have a clearer understanding of what we're dealing with we can't be reckless."
Blaine was about to continue arguing when the Hummer made a sudden sharp turn and accelerated. They pulled into a parking garage and sped up two floors before coming to a stop behind a black SUV. Two guards opened the door. Telio pushed a confused Blaine out of the Hummer.
"Come on. We're changing cars."
Luther sat in the front, while Blaine and Telio sat in the back. Blaine leaned his head against the window as the car sped off.
Then it hit him.
Kurt's tracking bracelet.
"I need my phone to track Kurt."
Luther shook his head. "No phones, Blaine. No computers, no phones, no technology until we have a better idea of what's going on."
"I can't just cut all communication and leave him alone and defenseless! What if someone comes after him?"
"He's got a gun, right? Look, Blaine, I suggest you take a moment to get your priorities straight."
Blaine's eyes darkened as his anger twisted into a mean, ugly ball of resentment. His voice was very quiet.
"I know exactly what my priorities are, and one of them is Kurt."
"Then your priorities are fucked up because that's one priority too many."
"Maybe if Lisa had been more of a priority for you…"
Telio grabbed Blaine's arm and hissed. "Stop it! Shut up!"
Blaine yanked his arm away, but said nothing else.
Luther stared straight ahead in stony silence.
Blaine dozed off, waking as the car slowed and turned down a narrow drive leading to a large old house. It was a very plain looking home with a black roof and white aluminum siding. Behind it were acres of abandoned corn fields.
They climbed out of the car and stretched. Blaine looked around.
"Where are we?"
"A safe house owned by an old friend of the family," said Luther.
As they approached the porch, the door swung open and an old man appeared, a shot gun slung over his shoulder. His face broke out into a toothy grin.
"Glad you made it. We was getting worried."
The man stepped aside for them to enter. They walked into a large living room with a couch against one wall and several arm chairs spread around. Blaine spotted an upright piano in the corner.
The old man locked the wooden front door and then slid a steel door across it. Telio raised an eyebrow and looked at Luther. Luther nodded reassuringly. The old man turned and looked Blaine up and down.
"Damn if you ain't the spitting image of your father. You could be twins."
Blaine said nothing, too busy staring at the steel door. It made him nervous. The old man followed his gaze and smiled proudly.
"This house is solid. A total fortress. You'll be safe here."
"Thank you…" Blaine waited for a name.
"Sorry. Shoulda introduced myself. Elias Abbiati. I'm an old friend of your grandfather. He and I were partners for years. I used to slice up bodies for him."
Luther spoke up. "Elias, this is Telio. Blaine's brother."
Elias looked at Telio with a confused frown that morphed into a sly smirk. "So, Mario had a little colorful fun on the side, eh?"
Telio's eyes flashed dark and menacing at the implication. Luther quickly shook his head. "No, no. Telio is adopted."
"Oh." Elias looked skeptical.
Elias introduced his three sons: Eli, Elijah and Elian. Blaine and Telio glanced at each other in amusement. Elias spoke proudly of his sons.
"I guarantee no one will touch you with us watching over you. My boys are good. Know how to kill a man with their bare hands. All three of em."
Telio was intrigued while Blaine felt his nerves tighten. Steel doors? Slicing up bodies? Killer triplets? Was this a safe house, or a house of horror?
Elias led them upstairs and showed them the bedrooms. Nothing fancy, but they were clean.
"I'm sure y'all are worn out. Why don't you get some sleep and we'll sort it all out in the morning."
Blaine tried to smile gratefully. "Okay. Thank you."
Elias waved his hand. "This is what we do. What we've always done." Elias paused and stared at Blaine. "Amazing how much you look like Mario. Really is somethin'."
Blaine nodded politely and immediately locked the door after Elias left. He took off his shirt and jeans and draped them over a chair and then decided he should find the bathroom. He slipped his jeans back on and unlocked the door, opening it to find one of the brothers sitting on the floor across from his room, an AK47 in his lap. He nodded at Blaine.
"I got first shift. My brother has second."
"Um…okay. Where's the bathroom?"
Blaine used the bathroom and washed his face. There were several unopened toothbrushes and a tube of new toothpaste on the sink. He brushed his teeth and thought about a shower, but suddenly felt exhausted. He headed back to his room.
He put a gun on the nightstand and one under his pillow before lying down. After a few minutes he reached under the pillow and removed the gun, lying it right next to him in bed.
He fell asleep in seconds.
Blaine woke up the next morning in a bad mood. He was worried about his father, and worried about Kurt. Had Kurt made it home safely? If something happened how would they get in touch with each other?
This was bullshit. He had to get to a phone.
He took a quick shower, got dressed and headed downstairs. He was surprised, and further irritated, to find Telio sitting at the large dining room table having breakfast with the three brothers. He slid into a chair and looked at the breakfast spread. Mounds of bacon, sausage, biscuits, a pitcher of orange juice, jars of jelly, and the smell of coffee in the air. He suddenly felt ravenous.
Elias walked in with Luther. "There ya are. Sleep well?"
"Yes. Thank you. Is there a phone here?" Blaine ignored Luther's frown.
Elias shook his head. "Nah, no phones. Ain't safe."
Blaine scowled. "This is ridiculous. How are we supposed to get in touch with anyone? What if something happens to my dad?"
"Someone will bring us the message. Don't worry," said Luther.
Blaine took an angry bite of a biscuit and then slowed down to enjoy it. Damn. Best. Biscuit. Ever.
He ate in silence, half listening to the eldest brother (Eli?) recounting tales of murder for Telio. For once Telio actually looked impressed. When he finished eating, Blaine stood up and spoke to no one in particular.
"I wanna go to the hospital."
Luther shook his head. "You can't go to the hospital, Blaine. You have to stay out of sight. We have to assume you're the next target."
"There's a hundred armed men on my father's floor! I'll be fine!"
"What part of underground don't you understand?"
"So I'm supposed to just stay here for what? Forever? This is stupid! What about business? What about the other families? Andersons don't run and hide, we fight! Someone shot my father! You think I'm gonna just sit here like some fucking coward while Chartussi waltzes in and takes over?"
"Look, I promised your father I would keep you safe if anything happened to him, and I plan to keep that promise. Business and revenge can wait while we try to figure out what we're up against. Just be patient."
Blaine stood there, his fists clenching and unclenching. Telio watched him, waiting. Hoping.
Blaine closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them.
Telio stood up in anticipation.
"Go get our stuff. We're leaving." Telio grinned and nodded.
Luther shook his head. "I can't let you do that, Blaine. It's not…"
Blaine cut him off. "It's not what? It's not safe? It's never been safe to be an Anderson. If you think I'm gonna just sit here and let my family be destroyed, you're crazy. What will I say to my father when he wakes up? Sorry dad. It was too dangerous for me to do anything, so I just let Chartussi take whatever the hell he wanted. Fuck that. My father expects more of me. While he can't lead, I will."
Luther was about to argue when the doorbell rang. Elias, who had been watching and listening, smiled smug and knowingly. He shot Blaine a nasty look as he walked over to the door and opened it. He smiled and bowed slightly.
"Ah, my Don."
Grandfather Julio Anderson walked in. The two men hugged.
"Elias, my old friend. Thank you for being here for my family in our time of need."
"Of course, Julio. Anything for the Andersons. Anything."
Julio slowly walked over to one of the armchairs and sat down heavily. He was a short man with the same thick, curly hair as Blaine and his father, but his was now gray. He had dark green eyes, and his skin was an even darker olive than Blaine's.
Telio came down the stairs with his and Blaine's bags. Julio looked at him and then at Blaine.
"Oh good. Already leaving. Goodbye."
Blaine practically growled. "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think I'm doing here? Someone must lead the family and prevent a takeover by our enemies. I'm here to handle things until my son recovers."
Elias cackled with laughter, his eyes shining with excitement. Everyone else was silent, staring at Blaine. Telio could sense Blaine's anger twisting into rage. He discreetly placed his hand on the gun in his waistband, ready for Blaine's signal. No one noticed except Luther who quickly stepped forward, desperate to avoid an escalation.
"With all due respect, Julio, that is not what Mario wants. He made it quite clear that if something happened to him, Blaine is to lead the family."
Julio shook his head. "No. He only did that because Cooper made stupid mistakes. My son had no choice. The other families were insisting that he name a successor due to Cooper's questionable behavior, but he never really intended for Blaine to take over. He hoped Cooper would grow up and be ready by the time he was ready to retire. Unfortunately circumstances have moved up the clock, but no matter. I will take over until Mario recovers, and while I'm in charge I will work with Cooper. He just needs a firm hand. My son has always been too soft on his children." He paused and looked at Blaine as if he smelled bad, his voice full of disgust. "That softness led to weakness. Cravings for the abnormal. Sick addictions to unnatural…"
"Cocaine. Cooper is addicted to cocaine," interrupted Telio.
Julio glared at him, his face darkening further in disapproval.
"And you. Another sign of my son's weakness."
Elias giggled and muttered under his breath. "Knew it," but no one heard him.
Julio sat back comfortably and closed his eyes, a slight smile on his face. "It will be nice to be back in the thick of things. I look forward to shooting Chartussi is his ugly, fat face. I never liked that fucker."
Blaine stared at him, his anger now a smooth, tight, dark fury, the only outward sign the intensity of his eyes and his tightened jaw. For a moment Luther thought he was looking at Mario.
Blaine casually walked over to his grandfather and pulled up a chair. He sat down in front of him, and smoothly pulled a gun out of his waistband. He sat back, crossed his legs, and rested his hands on his knees, the gun dangling from his fingers.
Elias made a move towards the kitchen, but Telio pulled his gun and pointed it at Elias's sons.
"I'm a fast shot. I'll kill all three before you make it to the door."
Luther looked around in disbelief. How the hell had everything escalated so damn fast?
"Okay, look. Everyone just dial it down. Relax."
Blaine was staring directly into his grandfather's eyes. He didn't blink or look away as he spoke, his voice even and calm. "Yes, Luther's right. Everyone just relax."
Julio didn't look the slightest bit intimidated. He stared back at Blaine with eyes full of hatred.
"Grandfather, I appreciate your desire to make sure the Anderson Empire remains intact, but if you think I'm going to step aside and let you take it from me, you are mistaken. My brother is a coke addict, and quite possibly the traitor behind the attempt on my father's life. He ain't taking over shit, and neither are you. Now, you have two choices. You can either, return to your lovely lake home in Michigan and live out the rest of your life, or…I can kill you right now. The choice is yours."
Julio didn't flinch. "You wouldn't dare."
Blaine stood up, knocking over the chair, and pressed the gun to his grandfather's head.
Julio laughed. "Of course you won't. You don't have it in you. Never have, and you never will. Do you really think men will follow you? Will pledge their allegiance to a homosexual? You try and take over, and the other families will run to Chartussi! The men will abandon you so fast it'll make your head spin. Of course…maybe if you promise to suck them all off…"
Blaine hit him with the gun. One strike to the side of his head. Julio grunted and fell over. Blaine cocked the gun and pressed it to Julio's temple.
"You always wondered why Cooper talks so much. It's a trait he inherited from you. Now, what's it gonna be? Are you going back to Michigan alive or dead?
"Fuck you, you sick faggot, bit…"
The gunshot rang out. Loud, complete, and final.
Blaine stepped back and watched his grandfather's body fall over and slowly slide out of the chair on to the floor, blood pouring from his head.
Blaine closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
A powerful rush soared through him. It was intense and freeing all at the same time.
He opened his eyes and fired 4 more shots into his grandfather's body.
He stood there for several moments waiting to feel something.
Remorse, regret, fear, anger?
He felt nothing.
He felt completely fine.
His mind felt clear and free.
Luther cleared his throat, reminding Blaine that he wasn't alone. He turned around and looked at the shocked faces staring at him.
"Andersons have a bad habit of killing each other."
He pointed his gun at Elias. "My father told me that when you destroy your enemies, you must also kill their family and friends. That way there's no one left to come after you."
Elias's eyes widened with fear, his body shaking. He slowly raised his hands into the air. "I-I-I won't come after you. I swear. No Abbiati will come after you."
"How am I supposed to trust that?"
A soft, melodic voice spoke. "We won't let him come after you. You have our word."
Blaine whirled around, thrown by a voice that reminded him of Kurt.
Elian, the youngest brother, took a step forward. He was looking at Blaine, but shifted his gaze to the floor as he spoke.
"We've always been loyal to the Andersons. As long as we can continue our business, and the Andersons will continue to provide shipping access and protection, you will continue to have our loyalty."
Blaine really looked at Elian for the first time since arriving. He was big like his brothers, but the smallest of the three. He had hazel eyes and shaggy brown hair that looked like it had never been combed. His shirt was stained and his pants hung off his ass, but there was something familiar about him. Something soft and attractive.
Blaine turned back to Elias who appeared to have aged 10 years in 10 minutes. Blaine pointed his gun at Elias, but spoke to Elian.
"How do I know your father won't cause trouble?"
"Like I said, we won't let him. He's a part of the old. We wanna be with the new. The future. I…we wanna be with you."
Blaine looked at the other two brothers who were staring at Elian in shocked surprise. He had spoken more words in the past minute than in the past year.
"Is that true? Does that go for you too?" They both nodded vigorously.
Blaine looked back at Elias for a moment more before lowering his gun. "Alright then. I'm gonna take you at your word, but if you cross me…I won't hesitate to kill you."
Blaine sat down in an armchair and closed his eyes. He half listened as the brothers made plans to dump Julio's body at his home in Michigan. Telio pulled up a chair next to Blaine and spoke quietly.
"Are you serious? We're really not gonna kill them?"
Blaine kept his eyes closed. "Right now we need their help. Besides the old man is old school. He'll keep his word."
Telio wasn't convinced. "Maybe. He may try to avenge his old friend. That's old school too, you know." Telio studied Blaine for a moment. "How do you feel?"
"Tired." And horny as hell. I need Kurt.
"I meant about killing your grandfather."
Blaine opened his eyes. "Oh." He glanced over where two of the brothers were expertly wrapping the body for removal, supervised by Elian. Elian looked up, his eyes meeting Blaine's for a moment before he looked away, his face flush. Blaine wondered what that was all about. He turned his attention back to Telio.
"He would've been nothing but a problem. Now we won't have to deal with him."
"What are you gonna tell your dad?"
Blaine frowned. He hadn't thought of that. His father and grandfather weren't especially close. Their relationship was more like business partners than father and son, but Julio was Mario's father. Would Mario be upset?
"I don't know. I actually think he'll understand. He knows his father never wanted me in charge, and I know dad wouldn't have wanted me to just step aside, especially since he was talking about bringing back Cooper." Blaine suddenly brightened.
"Hey, I killed someone before you! I always thought you'd be first."
"I didn't realize it was a contest."
"No, of course not. I just figured you'd be first."
Telio didn't say anything.
Luther was sitting at the dining room table watching Telio and Blaine, in desperate need of a strong drink.
He couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed.
He'd been by Mario's side for years, so he was no stranger to how quickly an Anderson could decide to kill someone. What left him shaken was the change in Blaine. Blaine had always looked and moved like his father, but now there was something darker and more sinister to his demeanor. The quiet, almost undetectable rage. The smooth handling of the weapon. The quick execution with no sign of hesitation or remorse.
Luther stared at his godson through a new lens.
Kurt took a break from the water pump he was installing to pull his cell phone out of his pocket. He made sure the ringer was on, turned up to the highest possible volume, and that the battery life was at 100%. He checked for missed calls or texts.
He slipped it back into his pocket and aggressively returned to the installation of the water pump.
A full week.
No phone call.
A week ago Kurt sent Blaine a text letting him know he'd made it home safely.
He called before going to bed.
No answer. He didn't leave a message.
Saturday morning he sent another text.
Please let me know how your father is doing and give your mother a kiss from me and hug Telio, even if he gets mad. I love you. Please call me. I'm worried.
He was sure he would hear something Saturday night.
Today was Friday.
Seven days and nothing.
Kurt tried to rationalize the lack of communication.
Blaine was obviously in danger, so he had to go into hiding. Whoever shot Mario might try to kill Blaine.
Luther had said Blaine had to go underground. Did that mean leaving the country for some remote island with no cell phone or internet service?
With Mario in the hospital, Blaine was probably in charge. He was busy.
Too busy to call or check on me, especially after all the arguments about my being in danger?
Kurt vacillated between fear, anger, and sadness, all coated in a thick layer of paranoia.
He kept a loaded gun on the passenger seat anytime he was alone in his car. He constantly checked the rearview mirror to make sure he wasn't being followed.
At night he checked behind his father to make sure all the doors were locked, and even checked the windows.
He kept a gun on him at all times except at the shop. Then it stayed inside his bag and he hung the bag on a hook in the garage instead of in the closet in the office.
At night he slept with the gun under the pillow next to his.
And tried not to cry.
"I love you, Kurt. I'll always protect you. I'll never leave you alone. Never."
So where the hell are you?
On top of the feelings of fear and abandonment, Kurt's body ached with sexual longing. He missed Blaine's soft kisses on his lips, his hands on his skin, touching, squeezing, marking. His ass felt too empty, his hands too free, his breathing too easy. He missed Blaine's physical weight pressing into him, and the weight of Blaine's presence. Dominant and demanding, covering him and making him want to fall to his knees. Kurt developed a habit of running his fingers over his bracelet. He found it soothing, but it also made him think of the handcuffs in the nightstand in their Dalton bedroom.
Kurt's worry, fear, and longing rolled itself into a tight ball of stress and sadness that settled in the pit of his stomach. During the day he managed to squash down his worries. He stayed busy at the shop and helped his dad with campaign stuff. Since McKinley was still in session, he visited the Glee club and even went to see Sue and the Cheerios. Wes and Trent called to check on him, and assured him that Blaine was fine and would call when it was safe.
And he received a phone call and visit from Timothy.
Kurt was touched when Timothy called to check on him. Timothy suggested they have lunch and spend the day hanging out. Kurt thought it was a great idea.
"Where do you want to meet? We could meet at this restaurant called Breadstix. It's not fancy, but the food is decent."
"I'll just meet you at your dad's shop. I…um…I'd kinda like to see it, if that's okay. I like car stuff."
When Timothy arrived, Kurt was glad he'd called. Timothy was neat and clean, but thin. His clothes were hanging off him again, and he had this melancholy gaze in his eyes. Kurt was sure he'd been using again and it broke his heart.
Timothy was very interested in the shop. He asked Kurt all types of questions.
"How many guys work here?"
"Is it hard to fix cars? What are the hours like?"
"Does your dad still work here, or is he off campaigning all the time?"
Kurt introduced Timothy to his dad, who gave him a pleasant, but concerned smile. Jeez the kid is skinny.
Burt was happy to have someone interested in his business, so he chatted away and answered all of Timothy's questions while giving him a tour.
At Breadstix, Kurt couldn't help but notice that Timothy barely ate anything.
"Timothy, you're not eating."
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I guess I'm not that hungry."
"You should eat. You look like you've lost weight since last week."
Timothy stared at his plate. Kurt reached across the table and took his hand.
"Timothy…have you been using again?"
Timothy looked into Kurt's kind, concerned eyes and felt like shit.
"I…um…I had a few slip-ups, b-but I've been trying really hard over break. It's hard."
Kurt squeezed his hand. "Listen. Anytime you think you're going to slip-up, or you feel lonely, or you just wanna talk, promise you'll call me, okay? I'm here for you if you need me."
Timothy pulled his hand away and blinked back tears.
"You're so nice, Kurt. Why are you so nice? Why are you and Blaine…don't be nice to me. I don't deserve it."
"Of course you deserve it. Just because you struggle with addiction doesn't mean you don't deserve kindness or friendship."
When their visit was over, Timothy sat in his car and sobbed for 30 minutes.
Then he called Cooper.
Blaine hefted the backpack up onto his back with a grunt.
He wiggled a bit, getting it to settle on his shoulders. He stuck out his arms and tested his range of movement.
Telio looked him over. "Are you good?"
"Yeah, this'll work. Once I get it on its fine."
Luther eyed them nervously. "You don't have to do this, Blaine. We have people who can do this. It doesn't have to be you."
"Actually, Luther, yes it does. It's all a part of earning respect." And fear.
"They already respect you."
Blaine shook his head. "No, they don't. They respect my father, not me."
"They've all agreed to attend on Friday."
"They aren't coming out of respect for me. They're coming because they're curious and scared."
Luther wanted to protest further, but he knew it was useless.
And possibly dangerous.
Blaine Devon Anderson was officially in charge.
Completely, totally, and frighteningly in charge.
Blaine had decided they would remain at the Abbiatis. Their home would serve as his secret hideout until he was ready to return to the compound. Plus, Elias was an excellent cook and a wealth of knowledge. He was eager to ingratiate himself to the new leader of the Andersons, so he made himself useful by providing Blaine with history and background on all the families.
Luther made a list of the top men he knew they could trust, and those men met Blaine, Telio, and Luther in the conference room of an empty office building. Blaine's instructions were clear: the monthly family dinner would take place as scheduled at the Anderson compound. Notify the heads of all the families that their attendance was mandatory. Those who didn't appear would be considered traitors who were behind the hit on his father and would be dealt with accordingly. The men were also charged with finding out what properties Chartussi owned in Ohio. Blaine had a feeling Chartussi had been quietly moving in under the radar.
At the end of the meeting Blaine pulled aside a young man named Austin Taylor. Luther had assured him that not only was Austin trustworthy and eager to be useful to the family, he was discreet and almost as good with a gun as Telio.
"I've been told that you are loyal to my father. To my family."
Austin nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Absolutely. Your father saved my family. A few years ago my father ran into some trouble. Serious trouble. Your father helped keep him out of jail, gave him a job, and took care of the people who caused the problems in the first place. Our entire family is forever grateful."
Austin squirmed as Blaine simply stared at him for a full minute. Finally he spoke.
"Do you like girls or boys?"
"Who are you attracted to? Girls or boys?"
"Oh. Girls. Definitely girls."
Blaine nodded. "Okay. I have a very important job for you. For me it ranks right up there with finding the traitor who helped Chartussi shoot my father. My boyfriend lives in Lima. His name is Kurt Hummel. Here's the address to his house and his father's business. He's going to be in Lima for at least another week. Your job is to watch over him without being seen. Make sure nothing happens to him. You have my permission to kill anyone who tries to harm him. Do whatever you have to do to protect him, but he can't see you. I don't want him to know. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Of course."
Blaine walked around the desk to stand in front of Austin. He stared into his eyes, his voice quiet and calm, but deadly.
"If anything happens to Kurt while you're watching him, don't bother coming back here. It will only shorten your life. Run instead, but know that I will catch you, punish you, and personally kill you."
Austin slowly nodded. "I-I-I understand."
Blaine spent several days studying every aspect of his family's vast empire. Many things he knew, but there was a lot he didn't. Telio on the other hand seemed to know everything. All those years of paying attention at the monthly family dinners, hanging out with the guards, and listening to conversations when Mario forgot he was around, was finally paying off. Telio was an encyclopedia of knowledge, and Blaine was grateful.
As requested the men delivered Blaine a list of all of Chartussi's Ohio properties. After reviewing the list, Blaine issued his orders.
Every single property was to be blown up the Wednesday before the monthly family dinner. It was a strategic decision designed to send a message to both Chartussi and the heads of the other families.
The Andersons were going to war.
And Blaine wasn't scared to play dirty.
Blaine decided that he and Telio would take care of the two properties in Westerville. A huge mansion in the wealthy gated community of Windsor Bay, and a warehouse in the industrial district.
Luther tried to talk Blaine out of participating, but Blaine was insistent.
"True loyalty, the loyalty that gets things done, comes from the rank and file. The soldiers. Their respect is just as important as respect from the crew leaders and the heads of the families. The soldiers need to see that I will never ask them to do something I haven't done, or can't do. My strength lies in their continued loyalty to our family. I have to maintain that loyalty, and earn their respect."
Blaine paused for a moment and looked off into space.
"And I'm gay. In their eyes…a weak ass faggot. Don't think I don't know that. They'd never say it to my face, but I know they expect me to be weak. Just like my grandfather always said."
Blaine's eyes narrowed slightly as his expression darkened. "Hopefully his death, along with this, will send a clear message."
Telio nodded. "It's Blaine bitch!"
Wednesday morning Blaine went to visit his father and to check on his mother. Since the shooting Anastasia spent her days by Mario's bedside waiting and willing him to wake up. She spent her nights under heavy security in a suite of rooms at a nearby hotel where she drank herself to sleep.
Blaine's heart broke at the sight of her.
In just six short days she had lost weight. Her hair was limp, her skin pale, and her eyes tired. Blaine sat down next to her.
Anastasia smiled a little. Blaine hadn't called her Mama since he was a little boy.
"Mama…you can't continue to do this. This isn't healthy."
Anastasia looked at him quizzically. "What else am I supposed to do?"
"I want you to go to the spa. Get your hair and nails done. Get a facial. I want you to start eating better. I want you to exercise. I want you to look beautiful, so when Daddy wakes up he sees the beautiful girl he married."
Anastasia caressed a few curls from his forehead. "You've always been a sweet boy. Such a sweet, sweet boy." Her expression turned serious. "But now you're a man. You're in charge. Be careful, Blaine. You are about to have many, many enemies. Take care of yourself…and Kurt."
Blaine closed his eyes as a sharp slice of pain cut his heart.
He'd been trying so hard not to think about Kurt.
Trying not to say his name.
Trying not to dream about him.
Trying not to want him.
Despite desperately needing him.
Blaine had forced all thoughts of Kurt deep down, blocking them, as he focused on everything else. During the day he could manage, but at night…nighttime was impossible. His body craved Kurt. The moment Blaine laid down and closed his eyes, his mind produced the image from his dream. Kurt's gorgeous body draped naked across a chaise lounge, a collar around his neck with a chain keeping him trapped. Blaine's cock hardened in need, but he didn't bother trying to jerk off. Instead he suffered. A self-imposed type of punishment for the worry and stress he was sure his disappearance was causing Kurt.
Blaine hadn't touched a phone or computer since leaving Dalton. It was strange being completely unplugged, but he also found it somewhat freeing. He felt like he listened better and remembered more, but that didn't erase his desire to call Kurt. He wanted to hear his voice. To tell him not to worry and that he loved him, but both Telio and Luther insisted they stay phone and technology free, at least until after the monthly family dinner.
Blaine knew Kurt was probably worried and scared, and he felt terrible about that. His guilt eased some once he assigned Austin to watch Kurt. Kurt was being protected, even if he didn't know it.
By contrast, Telio had no desire to contact Alicia. Blaine couldn't understand.
"But you know she's gotta be worried about you. Don't you miss her?"
"Of course I miss her, but its better this way. This way she can honestly say she hasn't heard from me, and knows nothing. Besides, our disappearing from their lives takes them out of the equation. The longer we stay away, the less likely the chance of Chartussi, or whoever's helping him, identifying them as a target."
Maybe. But I miss my Kurt.
Timothy paced nervously in front of Sam Hirschfield's building. He was shaking, his eyes darting back and forth, his fingers moving to a rhythm of their own. He ran his hands through his hair.
It had been days since he'd had a hit, and he was desperate. He hated what he was about to do, but he didn't know what else to do.
Inside his office, Sam Hirschfeld watched Timothy pacing on a security monitor.
"Who the fuck is that?"
"Who is who?" Cooper jumped up and peered over Sam's shoulder. "Oh. That's a source of mine." Cooper looked at the time. "He's an hour early. Fucking addict."
Sam arched an eyebrow as he took a side glance at Cooper. Seriously? Cooper calling someone else a fucking addict?
"Well, go see him before someone notices him."
Cooper put his gun in his waistband and headed out. He slipped out a side door and came around the corner.
Timothy jumped. "Hey. Um, yeah. Sorry."
"Alright, well you're here, so let's have it."
Timothy hesitated, his conscious plaguing him.
Are you seriously about to do this? Kurt is your friend.
Cooper was impatient. "Well?"
Timothy reached in his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He handed it to Cooper. Cooper read it over.
"You sure about the names and the schedule?"
Timothy hated himself. "Yeah."
Cooper folded the paper and put it in his pocket. "Okay. Wait here."
Cooper went inside and came back a moment later with a large black bag.
"Here. This is it. Last one."
Timothy grabbed the bag. "Last one?"
Cooper nodded. "Yeah. Our deal is over. At least for now. Shit's changed."
"You've been a good boy, Timothy. Now run along and don't use all that in one sitting. Make it last." Cooper turned to head back inside, but then stopped and turned back around.
"Oh, and don't contact me anymore. We don't know each other."
Sam watched Timothy leave on the monitor. Cooper walked in.
"Okay, here's the list."
Sam took the list and read over the names. His eyes landed on a familiar name. He smiled.
"Bingo." He pointed at a name. "I know this guy. We can use him."
Cooper nodded. "Awesome."
Thursday morning, Blaine, Telio, and Luther watched news coverage of the warehouse explosion and fire in the industrial district. There was also extensive coverage of a fire that totally destroyed a multi-million dollar mansion in Windsor Bay. The warehouse explosion burned for hours due to all the shipping crates inside. The mansion burned to the ground quickly due to fast spreading, accelerant fed, flames.
There was no mention of the fires being related.
Over the course of the day Blaine received messages reporting the success of the other explosions. Another warehouse full of shipping crates in Cleveland. An office building in Akron. In total, nine properties were destroyed by fire or explosion Wednesday night.
Blaine sat back and closed his eyes. He felt drunk with satisfaction and accomplishment.
This is just the beginning, asshole. Your friends and family are next.
That afternoon Blaine, Telio and Luther returned to the compound. The servants had been called back Monday to prepare the house for Friday's dinner. Blaine was surprised to find them all lined up waiting for him when he arrived. The head housekeeper, Abigail, stepped forward.
"We just wanted to let you and Ms. Anastasia know how sorry we all are about Mr. Mario."
Blaine nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate that. My mother won't be returning for now, but I'll pass along your kind words."
Blaine headed to his father's study. He closed and locked the door behind him and sat down in his father's chair.
He stared at the phone for almost half an hour, debating.
Everyone knows the family dinner will be held here tomorrow. People will speculate that you're here.
So don't confirm it by making a call.
I miss him. I know he's been worried sick.
Remember what Telio said about creating distance?
Fuck it. I need to hear his voice.
"It's me. Don't say my name."
Kurt gripped the phone tight and closed his eyes. "Hi."
"Are you safe?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?"
Kurt nodded. "Yes, I'm…I guess I'm okay. I just…I've missed you so much, and I've been worried and scared."
"I know. I miss you, too. I miss you so much it hurts. It really does. It fucking hurts, but I couldn't call. I'm still not supposed to be calling, but I couldn't stand another day of not hearing your voice."
"Are you in danger?"
Blaine laughed humorlessly. "I'm always in danger, especially now, but don't worry. I'll be fine…and so will you. I promise."
Kurt felt a slight twinge of anger.
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
"No. I mean it. You'll be safe. You are safe. Trust me."
"How am I safe? Because I have a gun I'm terrified to shoot? I've been all alone! Alone, scared, and worried about you! Constantly looking over my shoulder… wondering if you're okay. Do you have any idea what I've been going through?"
Blaine felt a deep pain in his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry…for everything. I didn't…I never wanted…I never thought we'd be here. I never thought anything would happen to him. I never thought I'd be here so soon."
Kurt felt a hot wave of shame.
You didn't even ask him about his father. What's wrong with you?
"How is he?"
"Critical, but stable, and still not awake."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all hysterical on you. It's just been hard. I miss you so much, and I've been scared. When will I see you? Are you coming back to…"
"I don't know. Just know that I love you, and I will send for you. I promise."
"What does that mean?"
There was a knock on the door. "Blaine? Vince is here," called Telio.
"I'll be out in a minute. Listen, I gotta go. I love you. I love you so much. Never doubt that. I promise I'll send for you when I can. Just know that I love you more than anything. I love you so much."
Kurt blinked back tears. "I love you, too. Please…please call me again, soon. I can't take…"
"I know. I know. I will when I can. I love you."
Blaine hung up the phone and put his head in his hands.
I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry.
Friday evening Blaine slipped into his parent's room and stood in front of their full length mirror. He had a mirror of his own in his room, but he wanted to use theirs.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror.
This is it. Tonight you officially come out as the head of the Anderson crime organization. Tonight you officially become the boss.
Blaine closed his eyes and inhaled. He could smell the lingering scent of both his parents. He opened his eyes and walked over to his father's dresser. He smiled at the jar of hair gel. He opened it and took a sniff. His hair was still loose. He scooped out some gel and proceeded to style his hair. Not as tight as usual, but enough to tame his curls. He looked in the mirror.
And saw his father staring back at him.
He left the bedroom and walked down the hall to find Telio and Elian standing in front of his door. Telio looked at him curiously.
"We were just looking for you. What were you doing?"
Blaine shook his head. "Nothing." He looked at Elian. "Hi. I'm glad you could make it." Elian nodded and quickly shifted his gaze to the floor.
Blaine adjusted the gun in his waistband. "All right. It's now or never."
Telio nodded with a confident expression. "Oh, it's now. Trust me. It's now."
Four hours later, Blaine Devon Anderson was no longer heir to the Anderson Empire.
He was the Anderson Empire. The Boss. The Don.
And never again would anyone speculate that his being gay equaled weakness.
Blaine handled the meeting with a deadly combination of dapper charm, and frightening, thinly veiled promises of murder. He reassured everyone that all criminal operations would continue under him, but he was waging war on the Chartussis for the hit on his father and the murder of Lisa, not to mention their attempt to move into Ohio.
"And considering everything that my father…my family has done for all of you, I expect your support. And your sacrifice."
Most heads in the room nodded, but a few men stared back at him defiantly. One young man spoke up.
"Why should we risk our business? Perhaps some of us are ready to move on. There are other offers out there, you know. The Andersons are not the only game in town."
Blaine smiled beautifully at the man. A smile that scared the shit out of Luther, and thrilled Telio. Telio was sure he'd have a murder assignment for later that night.
"Well, Carl – it is Carl, right? Well Carl, in your case I'd think you'd want to remain with the Andersons because you've been taking an extra 20% off the top for the past two years. Instead of slicing off your hands, my father graciously looked the other way.
I'm not as gracious.
But if you'd like to settle up and leave, I'll completely understand. You can drop off the money you owe us tonight….along with your right hand."
The room fell into pure silence.
Carl turned bright red. He quickly shook his head and looked at the floor.
Blaine smiled brightly and looked around the room with a pleasant expression.
"Are there any other questions or concerns?"
A voice in the back spoke up. "Where's Julio? Rumor is he's dead."
Blaine's eyes darkened slightly and his smile turned smugly evil.
"You are correct. What you all say about us is true. Andersons have a bad habit of killing one another. Oops."
A few men smirked and chuckled while others stared at Blaine with growing fear. And relief. If this kid was as lethal as his father, everything would be fine.
Blaine closed out the meeting with an overall review of all operations and how they could improve and make more money. He thanked the men for their loyalty, hard work, and well wishes. Those who wished to speak to him privately could meet him in the music room in about 15 minutes. Bar's open.
Blaine went upstairs to his room, closed the door, and leaned against it.
He stood there for a moment with his eyes closed before looking at his bed. Damn how he wished Kurt was there. Naked, chained to his bed, waiting for him. He really needed to fuck away his stress. If Kurt was there, he could fuck him and then go meet with everyone. Afterwards he could come back and fuck him again. They would fall asleep in each other's arms, and Blaine would get up the next morning and serve Kurt breakfast in bed, and then maybe they could drive to the outlet mall and pick out a new lamp, and he would buy Kurt some new clothes, and they could have lunch at that bistro they'd read about, and…
Elian's voice made Blaine wish for Kurt even more. He opened the door. Elian stepped back, his eyes shifting to the floor.
"Um, I just came to see if you were okay. There's a bunch of men who wanna talk to you."
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I know. I just needed a moment to relax."
Elian's eyes drifted from the floor to Blaine's crotch and then back to the floor.
"Can I get you anything…or do anything for you?" Elian licked his lips.
Blaine was completely and utterly oblivious.
"No thanks. Well, actually could you have one of the servers bring a bottle of red wine to the music room? You can let everyone know I'll be there in 5 minutes."
"Okay. Thanks." Blaine shut the door.
Elian turned to head downstairs, when Telio suddenly stepped out of a room, scaring him.
"Blaine may be clueless as fuck about you, but I'm not. You're gay and your family doesn't know."
Elian's eyes filled with fear. He shook his head.
"No…no, I'm not."
"Oh, yes you are. It's my job to protect Blaine. That means I see everything, including the way you stare at him. All. The. Time. You're dying to drop to your fucking knees in front of him."
Elian kept shaking his head. "No. No, that's not true. I-I'm not gay. I'm not."
Elian had been slowly moving backwards. He hit the wall. Telio moved in close.
"Blaine has a boyfriend, so I suggest you back the fuck off."
Telio turned and stalked off down the hall. Elian watched him leave.
Who cares if he has a boyfriend?
His boyfriend's not here.
By the time the last man left, Blaine was exhausted. The head of every single family came to the music room, eager to express their loyalty, and to offer support for the war. Telio listened attentively, making both mental and written notes on bits of information shared by the men. By the end of the evening Blaine had a good idea of who actually shot his father on Chartussi's orders, and confirmation of a suspicion he and Luther had shared all along.
It was Carlisle who betrayed his father the day of the Board meeting.
It was Carlisle who provided information on the time and place of the Board meeting, and called the hit men when the meeting ended. Once he drove the car around to the front of the building, the hit men killed him before opening fire on Mario.
It was what Blaine had figured, but the confirmation still saddened him. It was hard to know who to trust.
Elian refilled Blaine's wine glass. "Can I get you anything?"
Blaine stood up and stretched. He shook his head. "No. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Telio, you'll take care of Carl tonight?"
Telio smiled evilly and nodded. "Yes. Who should I give his hands to?"
Blaine thought for a moment. "Send them to John Carapelli. He's been talking about breaking off and moving into the drug trade. Perhaps this will send a message that's he's better off staying put. Good luck."
Telio headed towards the door. "No luck needed. I've got skill."
Blaine smiled in amusement. He turned to Luther. "Luther, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Luther looked up from where he was stewing in the corner. One of the men had reconfirmed that it was Sammy Avalon who murdered Lisa. Sammy had bragged about it. Luther's hunger to hunt Sammy down and torture him to death had returned stronger than ever. Blaine could see it in his eyes.
"Luther, I'd like you to become CEO of Anderson Construction."
"I want you to take over as CEO. I need someone in the role I can trust, and who knows the business. That's you."
Luther was completely thrown. Not what he was expecting at all. "But, Blaine…I mean, I'm flattered. Truly flattered, but…"
"I also need to keep you out of danger. I need you alive. You've known my father and the business the longest. I need you around." And not off trying to kill Sammy Avalon. At least not yet.
"Don't you want me here helping you?"
Blaine shook his head. "No. Telio is a walking encyclopedia on all things Anderson crime related. Together we'll be fine. It's not like I'm sending you away. If I need help, or have questions, I'll call you."
Luther slowly nodded looking a bit stunned.
"I also need you to do something else for me."
"I want you to take care of my mother."
"Your mother?" A tiny ripple of excited nervousness fluttered in Luther's chest.
"Yeah. She's so lost without my dad. I want her to stop sitting by his bedside. I get that she loves him and wants to be there, but it's not healthy. I want you to keep an eye on her. Make sure she gets out of there and eats, exercises, takes care of herself. Plus, you can keep her safe. I'm sure you're the only one my father would ever trust with her."
Luther didn't trust his voice, so he just nodded.
Blaine downed the rest of his wine. "I'm going to bed."
Elian followed Blaine down the hallway. They both stopped at Blaine's bedroom door.
"Thanks for all of your help, Elian. You and your family. Even your father who probably hates me."
For the first time ever, Elian looked directly into Blaine's eyes. His voice was soft and lilting with just a hint of seduction.
"Thank you for allowing me to be here. I'm happy to do anything you need. Anything at all. All you have to do is ask."
"Thank you. I appreciate that. Goodnight."
Blaine disappeared inside his bedroom leaving Elian standing in the hallway.
A deep loneliness descended on Kurt the moment he stepped inside his Dalton dorm. He'd thought about moving back in with Doug, but he wanted to feel close to Blaine.
Despite feeling lonely, he was glad to be back. This had been the most miserable spring break of his life. At least now he could throw himself into his school work and end his first year at Dalton with a strong academic record.
It's not like he'd have any distractions.
Like a gorgeous boyfriend to handcuff him and fuck the hell out of him.
Kurt sighed, unlocked the door to his room, opened it, and gasped.
The entire room was filled with beautiful yellow and red roses. They were everywhere. Vases on the desk, on the nightstand, on the bookshelf and in the bathroom. A single yellow and single red rose lay crisscrossed on the bed. And there was a note.
The yellow is you.
The red is me.
I'll tell you why the next time I see you.
Remember that I love you. Always.
You are mine. You belong to me.
I will send for you soon.