sg_ian (sg_ian) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-12-10 22:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: december, character: blaine anderson, character: ian mackenzie, ~complete |
Log: Blaine and Ian
Who: Blaine and Ian
What: Ian has a problem, runs to Blaine for the rescue and a relationship forms
Where: Park in Lima, Blaine's house.
When: Saturday December 10th, Evening - Sunday December 11th, morning
Warnings: Sex, violence, character near-death, hate crimes
Ian had just been walking through the park taking some film of the trees for a project he was working on, figuring it was a good idea to get work done while he was still pumped up from winning sectionals. It wasn’t exactly a happy project considering the trees were dead for the winter and covered in frost. Ian didn’t hear them come up behind him until it was too late and he was tackled to a tree, his camera falling to lay in the grass and film the whole scuffle from the feet up. Unfortunately there was no sound.
He fought hard even as the two men snapped handcuffs on him and flipped him around. They threw obscenities at him and Ian understood that their claims were everything he feared. They told him that his parents had decided that he was a bad seed and they were going to take him to a place that would fix that. And if he cooperated now, they’d go easy on him... Ian didn’t cooperate. He slammed his forehead into the nose of the closest then ran like the fucking wind. It seemed his feet carried him faster than he could have possibly imagined but not enough to be too obvious.
When he was safe, he realized he was in a particular neighborhood. Of course his feet would carry him this way. It’d been hard to get to Blaine’s backdoor but he managed and kicked it in a knocking fashion. Then he settled in the dark beside it, panting hard and crying. God the tears wouldn’t stop...
Blaine had been actually working on homework. It was rare he needed to concentrate given the lack of proper education and standard at McKinley. He’d nee on such an energy high after performing at sectionals that he couldn’t simply be lazy that day. The sudden sound broke him from the simple moment. He had been listening Hayden’s symphony no. 94. He liked to go through Hayden when he was studying. Most of it was lighthearted and good for him to ease into studying. This symphony however had something of a tongue-in-cheek aspect. The second movement was so calming and soothing that dozing was almost a guarantee. Hayden himself had made it intentionally so. Right in the middle of the second movement was a sudden jolt of sound....and this never failed to bring Blaine’s attention and adrenaline to a sudden spike.... except this time instead of the jolt being as expected it was the crashing in of a door. The ominous trumpeting jolted him from his set to run first for his cell to hover on 911 and then to rush toward his back door. “Who’s there!”
Ian shifted a little to be partially in view and hissed, “It’s me! Let me in! Please!” Fuck. He could hear keys. A voice saying “Don’t worry, we’ll fucking find the bastard.” He was about to go into full flailing panic and that just wouldn’t help considering that would involve screaming. He couldn’t hide the fact that he’d pretty much been sobbing his eyes out as he sort of slid down the door a bit, begging, “Please, please, please, please...”
Blaine stared unbelieving at the state of Ian. The last time he’d seen Ian nothing near this level of kink had been involved. Nothing physical at all in fact. For a moment Blaine waited for some elaborate prank.. and then Ian pleaded. The phone call button was pushed the the 911 exchange as he opened the door to pull Ian inside. He shut the door roughly behind the shuddering boy.
“911 call center.”
“Hello miss. There are people attempting to break and enter into my house. Can you please send a car out? I’m Mr. Anderson on 4th place. Yes. that’s my security system. Thank you.”
Good. Good. Fuck. Ian was moving away from the door, away from the window. He had to find a place to hide so they wouldn’t see him. But for some reason he couldn’t stop huddling behind Blaine, almost pressed to the other boy’s back and hiding his face. He muttered the real story so the lady on the phone wouldn’t hear, “M-my m-mother. She hired these guys to take me to one of those brain-washing centers. Sh-she threatened to do it before. Please hide me. Please...” His shoulders hurt; so did his elbows and his wrists. The cuffs were so tight...
“A squad car is sent now sir.”
“Thank you.” Blaine shut the phone. It was a benefit of being rich, the officers would not enter unless he approved. It gave him plenty of time to help Ian.
“It’s alright. I’m here Ian. I’m not going to let them touch you.” His voice was filled with steel. It was a voice that belonged to the future, to a much older, more powerful man. A man who could easily make someone disappear.
Honestly, Ian couldn’t take much more of this bullshit that was his life. He sort of just collapsed onto the floor and leaned against Blaine, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did to make you not like me and I don’t deserve your help fuck I’m sorry.” He was broken and he was scared. Maybe he should’ve let himself go batshit back in Scotland. He would’ve ended up in prison but his horrible mother would’ve been dead.
“Shh shh. It’s fine. I’m not going to let you get taken. I do care for you Ian...” Despite what he’d heard, what he knew about Ian’s stay in the mental ward, his anti-depressives.... he still cared for him. “The cops will be here soon. Come on let’s get you inside. I can get those cuffs off with my skeleton key.”
He managed to get up off the floor with surprising ease despite not having use of his hands. Ian had practice. Perhaps not the best thing to know about him. Part of him just wanted to kiss Blaine senseless in gratitude but the larger part was thinking about how his fingers were starting to tingle and ache. He couldn’t see it but they were starting to turn colors. “Okay... Good idea. Definitely. My fingers hurt,” he almost sounded like a child but then he sure as Hell felt like one - totally lost and confused and willing to follow Blaine where ever he would lead.
“I’ve got you Ian. I have you.” He kept his voice steady and confident. Ian needed guidance right now. He wasn’t sure what was happening in the other boy’s mind, but he looked lost. He moved toward his ‘parent’s’ room to get the key. “Go sit on the couch.”
Blaine’s presence was calming but getting the cuffs off would be even better. “Okay,” he answered simply and went without a bit of protest to sit on the couch and wait. It took a lot of effort not to move, do something, pace. Anything. But he had been told to sit and so that was what he was doing. He squeezed his eyes shut, chewing his bottom lip a bit viciously.
Blaine moved swiftly into the room, rooting around in the counter drawer before he found the key he’d bought just in case any of his escapades needed a fast out. He moved swiftly back up, not wanting to leave the trembling man alone. “I’m back. I need you to stay still and breath deep for me.” Blaine’s mind was running at a mile a minute, but his voice was even.
Ian nodded slightly but it was hard for him to breathe deep. Each intake of air was a vicious shuddering thing. They were going to break in. They were going to kick in a door or bust out a window and come for him. Any minute. Blaine was going to get hurt. A mournful sound slipped out of him and he wanted to curl over into a ball but he’d been told to stay still so he was doing the best he could.
“Good boy.” He wasn’t intending to be demeaning or bring a sexual aspect into the moment, but Ian needed to need some soothing. The key fiddled in the lock before the cuffs clicked open. Blaine carefully removed the restraint. “It’s okay. The police are on their way. You’re safe here.”
As soon as his arms were free, Ian turned and put his arms around Blaine’s waist, hiding his face in the other boy’s chest. He was going to cling good and tight because Blaine was the only safe place right now and if he didn’t, he was going to freak out worse than he was already. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry fuck...”
Blaine jolted a little at the sudden Scottish tackle. He pressed one hand through Ian’s short hair. “Shh Shhh. It’s fine, you’re fine. Everything is safe now. ”
“Should’ve told you. Should’ve warned you. I’m sorry.” Part of him wanted to go ‘told you someone was following me’ but that would’ve been petty even for him. Instead Ian looked up at Blaine with teary eyes, “What if the cops don’t find them? What if... What if the police just let them go and they come again? She wants me to hurt...”
“Slow down. Can you tell me what happened? Who is after you?”
He whined a little curling tighter to Blaine, “When my parents were getting divorced, mum tried to convince my da to send me to these... camps. Those ones where they straighten out bad kids or whatever with torture and brainwashing only they just say they use Christian Methodology. I thought she might try it anyway and... I was in the park, getting shots for a film when there were these two guys and before I knew it I was getting shoved into a tree and there were handcuffs. All I could think to do is run so here I am...”
Blaine’s eyes went wide. His hands clutched the boy tighter to his body. There was no way he was going to let Ian get taken away to one of those hell holes. He blinked, remembering the comments of Ian feeling like he was being followed, the odd protectiveness from Dave... Dave knew. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why were you alone! Dammit Ian I could have helped!”
Ian made a soft sound of surprise when Blaine held him tighter and he pretty much melted into the contact. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to endanger you further - as I totally haven’t tonight... Plus you aren’t my boyfriend. And I already know the argument - Dave isn’t either. But I was telling him in part of a convoluted scheme to get him to apply for Medicaid and go to therapy. Things just... Came out.”
“Wait he’s not going to therapy.. Such self-righteous bastard...” Blaine grumbled over the idea that Dave was telling Blaine to go get help when he wasn’t even doing it himself. “Just because we’re not together doesn’t mean I stopped caring. I care about you, before anything else was revealed. I care about you and will keep you safe. Hell I could have hired a driver for you so you would have an escape and someone to keep an eye out.”
“Because he didn’t think he could afford it. He didn’t know about Medicaid and since my da’s a doctor, I know all about it.” It had been surprising to Ian how uniformed Dave’d been. Why wasn’t someone like the guidance counselor telling him these things? Ian shook his head a little, “I don’t want things like that, Blaine... And I can never tell if you give a shit or not - you’re like a fucking Katy Perry song. Hot and cold and so on. I don’t know what to do anymore...”
Blaine’s mouth opened to immediately deny the accusations. But... they were true. His masks were so deep he was starting to forget which one was real. “I care about you. If nothing else I would never want to see you hurt or disappear from my life.”
Ian scoffed a little, pulling off his glasses so he could rub an eye with the ball of his palm, “But I do hurt. All the time because I want to be with you so fucking bad. You’re the first person I thought of coming to when I had to run tonight. And... And they could come after me again and again.”
Blaine frowned deeply at that one. What could he do to that? He wanted Ian... he wanted everything he offered, all of the romance, the teasing, feeling loved... but it was selfish. He wasn’t right in the head... neither of them were. “I’ve made enough stupid mistakes for my young life. I... you’re not going to get taken. I won’t let it happen.”
He peered up at Blaine, frowning a little, “But that’s not really the problem... You know it isn’t. The big issue is... I’m tired. Of fighting you mostly. So what would you do if I just stopped showing up?” Part of him wanted to go out and let those guys take him. Maybe he’d get over his obsession then...
His hand came sharp across Ian’s cheek. It hadn’t been a thought, just a terrifying flash of what life would be like if Ian disappeared. He couldn’t live with that, knowing Ian was suffering. “Don’t you dare ever think like that. You are not giving up. I will not let you give up. So I didn’t say yes. You claim to know me, to have watched me for years. So when have I ever just given in?”
Ian gasped a little, putting a hand on his cheek. It should’ve been more shocking but instead it had kind of turned him on. He wasn’t going to admit it. Not yet anyway. “You gave in for Kurt, didn’t you? Just went doe-eyed and stupid.” Maybe he was trying to get slapped again. Maybe.
“I became what he wanted! He wanted prince fucking charming with the smile and the big eyes and the awkward little kisses. I become what they want because I.....” He hadn’t even realized he’d been yelling. “because I’m what no one wants.” His voice became a whisper. “Kurt was someone I thought my father might finally accept because he’s one extra opening away from being a woman.”
Well that was a Hell of an insult to Kurt but Ian wasn’t really paying attention to that. What he was paying attention to was the pain in Blaine, the way the mask cracked again letting out a piece of what Ian knew was there. He shifted so he could lean in close to Blaine, ask in a quiet whisper in the other boy’s ear, “And what is it you think you are precisely that no one wants? Tell me.”
The former Warbler shuddered, the truth of his mind, of his raising rolling off his lips. “Fag, whore, slut, demanding, selfish, useless, a disgrace, a horrible person, clingy, rapist, liar, bitch, controlling, bastard, better off dead, fake....” His eyes should have been clouding with tears, he should have been sobbing... except he believed every one. Why cry over the truth. He wasn’t really saying it anyway. His words were just what they called him, the ones who would know. His father, his mother, various lovers, ex-boyfriends. Everyone he loved.
Ian snorted a little bit, “Fags are cigarettes or sticks. Whore’s accept money. I can counter each and every one,” for the most part but he didn’t say that out loud. “But the thing is, I don’t care about everyone else’s opinions. And I’ve been called every single one of those too. Except maybe demanding and controlling although I know those can apply. So,” he turned his head to brush his lips against Blaine’s, “That means we’re bloody perfect for each other. Enough said.”
“You’re crazy.” He gasped against the lips. No one would just accept him, not like that, not knowing. It was his last ditch attempt to fight himself and Ian.
“Yes but that’s previously established via my stay in a mental ward,” Ian snorted in amusement. “I want you all to myself, Blaine. Not to share with anyone except friends and you know I won’t let you be too bossy - I’m a stubborn Scot. So get it through your head,” he nipped at Blaine’s bottom lip, trying not to grin.
Blaine’s eyes snapped in irritation. Stubborn pushy... oh but his lips were sweet. “I have a BDSM dungeon in here that I took a boy down and tortured until he collapsed? How are you not running away?”
The first question out of Ian’s mouth was probably not the one he wanted to hear, “How did you get away with building a dungeon?” The second was accompanied by a dark blush, “I mean, um... Can I see it?”
“Urg! You are so frustrating!” He leaned in to bite Ian’s cheek. “It’s my parent’s room. They have never once stepped into this house so why bother with a bedroom for them.”
Ian pressed down on Blaine’s shoulders with his hands though one was still holding his glasses, “If you’re going to bite me, make it count. And you have no idea what my last lovers did to me so hush. Now show me.” Now he backed away enough so Blaine could get up.
Blaine stood, his iris almost completely eclipsed by his pupils. “It’s right....” and then a knocking came on his door.
“Mr. Anderson. This is the Lima City police Department.”
Blaine glared A-bombs at the door. He motioned for Ian to get into the hallway, just in case he didn’t want the cops questioning him.
Part of Ian didn’t want to leave Blaine alone. What if it was those guys...? Ian whispered, “Be careful. It might not be the police.” But then he disappeared into the hallway and pressed himself into darkness and shadows.
Blaine opened the inner door, leaving the screen door closed. As soon as the door was opened wide enough a fist burst through the mesh and wire of the screen door, pushing the now open wooden one inward.
“Ian run!”
Part of him really did want to run but he didn’t. Instead Ian was surging forward because Blaine had to be protected. If they really wanted him so badly, they were going to have a fight but Blaine wasn’t about to get hurt because of him. “You go. I’ll be fine,” he stated firmly. Although he hadn’t been attacked (yet) his skin was turning into silver metal with the feeling of a high level of danger in the air.
Blaine had been pushed back by the door. He turned to run for the kitchen when he saw Ian. “Shit. Ian go! You can’t fight them!”
“You should listen to your fag friend. Don’t fight.” The men had made it inside.
Fag friend? Ian growled sharply and surged forward like an out of control freight train. Now the men were prepared for situations like this only one of them was smart and the other one was stupid. One had a police-issue taser and the other didn’t. There were two sounds like firing either way. One of them was soft followed by a rattling electric sound but it hadn’t stopped Ian. The second had been much louder and was clearly a gunshot.
Ian had dropped like a ton of bricks.
“IAN!” Blaine ran to the fallen boy. He wasn’t moving! Oh God he wasn’t moving! Blaine turned, a snarl raising from his lips. His words and body simmered. The familiar heat of his powers flooded off him. “Leave now!”
The gun clattered to the floor, followed by twin spots of wet appearing in the men’s crotch. They ran like the devil himself was hot on their tails.
Ian groaned softly, slowly getting up into a kneeling position as the men left. His whole body seemed to be encased in that silver metal - everything except his clothes shone brilliantly in the light of the room. The bullet was firmly smashed against his forehead. Apparently he was bullet proof in this state. Silver eyes looked at Blaine but it was hard to tell where they were actually looking, “That really fucking hurt.”
Very slowly Blaine turned to the voice. His eyes went wide and he threw himself at Ian. “Ian! You’re alive! Oh God Ian!” Sure the impact against the other boy hurt a little but he didn’t care, he was trying to touch and be sure he was alive.
“Oof,” Ian breathed but wrapped an arm around Blaine. His free hand peeled the flattened bullet from his forehead and set it aside. After he had done that the silver skin started to fade away like it had never been there. “I told you. I can adapt to anything...” But now he had a bit of a headache. Not that he was going to admit to that.
“I thought you were dead!” He caught Ian’s lips half turned back to flesh, not caring of the odd hardness. “You do that to me!”
Honestly, he almost purred into the kiss, bringing up his free hand to cup Blaine’s cheek. “Hey, it wasn’t my choice. My body just reacts to shit. Okay, it was my choice to charge at them but I wasn’t going to leave you alone...”
“You should have run! You should have gotten out! Dammit... ” He nuzzled into the hand on his cheek. “I obviously could take care of myself.”
“Should have but I’m no’ running without you,” Ian murmured, leaning his forehead against Blaine’s and closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. This is my fault.”
“This is not your fault!” He pressed his body as close as he could to the other boy. “Ian.” He kissed along Ian’s cheeks.
“Yes it is... if I hadn’t have come here you wouldn’t have been in danger,” he argued. Ian settled his hands at Blaine’s waist, keeping that part of his body from getting too close. After all, his terms and conditions had not yet been made... but part of him wanted to just let go... He breathed a sigh and nuzzled into the curve of Blaine’s neck.
Blaine curled into the comfort of the much taller boy. He needed to feel the life in Ian. “Be my boyfriend?”
As much as Ian wanted to agree without a thought, let his heart skip beats and be joyous, “I want to but... Now’s not the time. Emotions are too fucked up.” It clearly hurt him to deny Blaine’s request but they’d just had been subjected to a life or death situation and that just skewed things. He wasn’t stupid. He’d faced this sort of thing before.
“Ian...” Blaine licked his lips, his eyes darting worriedly. “Please I need you Ian. You have to be... Please I need to know you won’t leave.”
He laughed a bit bitterly, hugging Blaine tight, “Ask me when you aren’t scared and horny and feeling like the world almost ended.” He was guessing. Or maybe projecting. Ian was definitely feeling at least two of those... Which two, well, figure that one out yourself.
“Ian I...” A low rapp broke though his plead. At the door was an actual police officer.
“Are you two boys alright? What happened here?”
Blaine jolted, his mask instantly slapping back up. “We had an attempted breaking and entering. They ran off... I don’t think they were expecting us to be home.”
God, Blaine was talking like Ian lived here. That was weird. But he put on his best American accent (which was strikingly good and a little Floridian) to help that along, “One of them had a gun. They’re really, really dangerous.”
He was trying so hard to get the cops to just leave and chase after the head hunters as he was now thinking of them.
“I’ll give a statement... please let me get my cousin into a seat. He’s pretty shaken up.”
“You two stay inside, keep everything locked. We’ll patrol the area.”
“Thank you Sir.” Ah the joys of being affluent. They left you mostly alone and cleaned up the mess.
Ian got up and went to the door, shutting it behind the officer and locking it. Shaken? Yeah actually he was and it showed when he had trouble actually latching the door but he managed. Then he sort of slumped against the wall, unsure of what to do next. He glanced at Blaine, desperately wanting to go back to him but being pretty sure that was just a bad idea right now.
Blaine watched the shaking. Ian didn’t need his issues pushing themselves even if all he wanted to do was kiss each inch of Ian’s skin to make sure he was all there. “Follow me Ian.” He offered his hand, trying to send calm feelings.
Part of Ian wanted to shut down and block out those waves of calm - he was pretty sure that was the hypersensitivity that was his powers right now. They were on high alert still and he could almost feel them thinking. But he squashed down the misgivings and took the offered hand to follow Blaine where ever he wanted to go.
Blaine took him into the huge entertainment room. He sat Ian down on the couch. “I want you to try to relax. I’m going to sing alright?”
Ian curled into a corner of the couch, managing to smile at Blaine in amusement, “Is that your solution to everything, love? Sing?”
“At least tell me it makes you feel better. It makes me feel better.”
“Well I don’t deny that. I just think it’s cute. That’s all.” Ian blushed a little and glanced away. When did he get shy about that stuff? Sheesh.
Blaine blushed right back at the comment. He shifted a bit, making sure he could see Ian’s eyes. There was only one song he could think to give to Ian. “Made a wrong turn once or twice, Dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright. Welcome to my silly life.
Blaine smiled softly, knowing the words by heart. Ian needed this. He was pushed down. How the hell couldn’t he have seen Ian for the man he was. ”Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood. Miss 'No way, it's all good'. It didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing. Underestimated, look I'm still around.”
Blaine reached out to take Ian’s hand. He took a deep breath to give out chorus. He wanted Ian to have a better life, to not have a batshit mother, not worry for his safety all the time. In his mind Blaine swore he’d find a way. “Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel like you're less than fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.”
Okay, Ian had to cover his mouth with a hand to hide his smile. It wasn’t at all surprising that Blaine went straight for a P!nk song. But this one... Well he had trouble with this song, most especially the video that went with it but this song too.
The initial smile kind of slowly faded into a sadder one as Blaine went on and when the former Warbler reached for his hand Ian pulled Blaine a little closer, hiding his face in the other boy’s stomach again. Part of him wanted to create a harmony for the chorus but about all he could manage was to mouth the words a little. B deserved something better too, to have all the pain and hurt lifted and shoved away, to actually have someone care about the real him. He just wasn’t sure he could convince Blaine when emotions weren’t running dangerously high which seemed to be just about always.
Blaine’s voice grew softer as he moved through the song. His hands petted along the boy’s hair and onto his neck. As he slid into a silence he kept tight to Ian’s body. He prayed Ian would take it to heart. The use of powers and the emotional roller coaster left in drained.
Ian tugged Blaine towards the couch a bit more, laying back a bit. A tiny, quiet voice broke the silence only to suggest, “I vote we crash and... And if... Well sleep on what you asked me. Think about it, yeah?” And if Blaine asked him again in the morning, Ian was pretty sure he’d find it impossible to say no.
“Good idea. So will I.” The couch was plush and despite the largeness of Ian, Blaine knew he could fit himself into the small space. He curled in, squeezing mostly on top of Ian. “Good night.”
Alright, Ian couldn’t help but make a small strangled noise when Blaine climbed on top of him to sleep. It wasn’t because Blaine was heavy or anything (he wasn’t) but for... other reasons. Sighing in a resigned sort of way, he wrapped his arms around Blaine and held the other boy close, “Good night...” The exhaustion of the evening quickly overtook him...