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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Sebastian_Smythe
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Sebastian_Smythe, Blaine's_Stepfather
  Additional Tags:
      mentions_of_past_non-con
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-11 Words: 1616
****** Freedom ******
by DeanRykerStrom
Summary
     After 3 years of unspeakable horror, the light at the end of the
     tunnel is finally in sight.
A/N: I think being in an upset mood means I end up writing angsty stuff but it
seems to be what my brain wants at the moment, and I did promise you guys
something SeBlaine today. It's 5am when I wrote this so please forgive any
spelling or grammar mistakes as I haven't slept yet. WARNING!_Please_note_that
this_fic_contains_mentioning_of_past-noncon_between_an_adult_and_an_underage
individual. Please do not read if this bothers you. Thanks!
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FREEDOM
"I thought you'd never come!" Blaine slid the window open to let Sebastian in.
"Have I ever not kept a promise?" Sebastian put one hand on the window frame
and the other on Blaine's shoulder as he swung his legs over the window sill.
"Missed me?"
"Always." Blaine stepped forward and pulled his boyfriend into a hug.
"Let me take a good look at the birthday boy." Sebastian held Blaine's face in
his hands before leaning in to give him a kiss. It wasn't the hot and heavy
kind; instead, it was short and sweet, and filled with promises.
"Why's your desk against the door?"
Blaine froze as the comment brought back what had transpired earlier in the
day.
There were yelling, words of hurt and insults, all hurled at him. Then there
were the crashing of furniture, and the dishes being thrown at him, shattering
into thousand pieces as they missed. And for the first time in his life, Blaine
said something to his assailant in defiance.
But then he was falling.
Pain, followed by more pain, until he managed to get free and ran up the stairs
into his bedroom, barricading himself and ignoring the angry pounding from the
other side.
Blaine shook his head and shoved the unpleasant memories away.
"Stepdad." He buried his face in the crook of Sebastian's neck, inhaling his
scent. Sebastian smelled like sandalwood today.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Sebastian rubbed the small of Blaine's back comfortingly. "I
wish I could say I was surprised. Are you okay? Did he— did he hurt you?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle." Blaine tightened his hold on Sebastian. "At least
he didn't hurt me that way this time. It's gotten a lot less over the past
months; I think he's finally losing interest."
"Jesus, Blaine!" Sebastian took a step back to take a good look at Blaine. Even
in the poor lighting, Blaine could see the anger in those eyes. "That piece of
sh—"
"It's doesn't matter anymore, I'm eighteen." Blaine looked away, the feeling of
shame once again coursing through him. "But at least now I can finally get out
of here."
"That's why I'm here. By the way trust fund came through last week."
"That's not what I meant." Blaine shook his head. The last thing he wanted to
do was to leech off his boyfriend. "I would've leave at the first chance I got
after today. I don't plan on living off of you."
"I know, Blaine. I know. Just don't worry about it." Sebastian interrupted.
"The most important thing right now is to get the fuck out of here. You got
your stuff packed?"
"They're all here." Blaine gestured at the duffel bag next to his bed. He
didn't pack much, only the essentials and a few pieces of items that reminded
him of the happier times.
The happier times when both of his parents were still alive, before his father
perished in the plane crash, before his mother re-married, and before she
passed away from cancer three years ago.
Three years ago was when Blaine's stepdad showed his true colors, and that was
when the horrors started.
Blaine shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. The last thing he wanted
to do right now was to relive his first time.
"Blaine?"
Blaine's eyes snapped open at Sebastian's voice. "I'm sorry. You were saying?"
"We need to go back out this way. We can't go through the front without moving
that desk." Sebastian walked toward the window again. "As much as I'd like to
wake up that bastard and castrate him, I'd much prefer spending the rest of my
life with you than in jail."
The thought of Sebastian wanting to spend the rest of their lives together
warmed Blaine to his core. Even after all these years, he still found it hard
to believe that he had Sebastian, and that Sebastian had chosen to be with him
when he could've had his pick of any boy.
Especially one that didn't come with the baggage that Blaine carried.
The room was heavy with the smell of sex, sweat, and roses. The bed creaked
noisily from the movement of its occupants, each thrust pushing the headboard
against the wall.
Blaine had his legs wrapped around Sebastian, his neck straining as he tried to
lean up for a kiss. He needed Sebastian, he thirsted for him. Never in Blaine's
dreams had he ever imagined that being intimate with someone could actually
feel good; that having someone inside of him didn't always have to mean pain.
"You're gorgeous, so beautiful." Sebastian would pepper soft kisses on any bare
skin that he could reach as he whispered praises into Blaine's ear. "I fucking
love you to pieces."
Blaine didn't think he would ever feel beautiful or pure, not after what he had
gone through; nor did he ever think that anyone would love him.
How could anyone love damaged goods? Especially one as damaged as he was?
It had taken Blaine one year after becoming official with Sebastian to take
their relationship to the next level. Sebastian never pushed. Instead, he had
been sympathetic and understanding about Blaine's plight. But even then, in the
back of Blaine's mind that there was always this fear that Sebastian would one
day realize how fucked up he was and abandon him.
Everyone that Blaine had ever cared for all ended up leaving him at the end:
his father, his mother, his older brother. Two of them dead, the other
estranged.
"I wish you were my first." Blaine said in a small voice afterwards. Blaine was
cuddled up against Sebastian, his head resting against Sebastian's chest while
Sebastian had his arms slung over Blaine and wrapped around securely around his
waist. "I'm so sorry."
"Blaine, look at me. Come on, look at me." Sebastian's voice was gentle.
Reluctantly, Blaine looked up. "Iamyour first."
"You know what I meant."
"That bastard doesn't count. He's a fucking pedophile and rapist." Sebastian
pressed his lips tightly in a thin line as he clenched his jaws in anger. "What
your stepdad did to you was unforgiveable. Dammit, I wish I could do something.
I want to tell the authorities—"
"You can't and you know it won't help." Blaine shook his head. "I'll be
eighteen in a few months. He can't control me anymore after that."
"I'm going to take you away from all this. I promise." Sebastian reached down
and laced his fingers with Blaine's. "I want you safe. With me."
"Sebastian—" Blaine didn't want to be a burden or a worry to the one person in
the world that loved him.
"My trust fund is supposed to come in a month or two, I can support you. My
parents don't give a shit what I do with the money."
"Sebastian, I really don't think—"
"Shhh … It's all right, Blaine." Sebastian planted a kiss on Blaine's forehead.
"I wish we can run away right now, but—"
"I know, it's no use if I'm not an adult. I can't have you in jail for
allegedly kidnapping a minor." Blaine smiled wistfully. "We—we probably
shouldn't even be doing this."
When Blaine saw the expression on Sebastian's face, he quickly explained. "No!
You didn't force me. I wanted this. I—If I could, I'd do this everyday."
"Everyday?" Sebastian echoed, Blaine felt his face turning red. "We can
definitely do this as many times as you want, especially when you're legal."
"You promise you'll come for me then?" Promises were easily broken, there had
been many broken promises in Blaine's life. But Sebastian was an exception,
wasn't he? Blaine certainly hoped so.
"I Promise. On the night you turned eighteen, pack everything and be ready. I'm
coming for you."
"Come on, I brought one of those fire escape ladders." Sebastian reached out
his arm and gestured for Blaine to follow.
"Did you get the ladder from Sky Mall?" Blaine asked after he made sure he was
now safely inside Sebastian's vehicle.
"Guilty." Sebastian grimaced at the mentioning of the merchant. "But I'd deny
it if you ever tell anyone."
"Your secret is safe with me." Blaine looked outside at the house that he grew
up in. He had expected to feel more melancholy about leaving everything behind,
but somehow he wasn't. Instead, Blaine felt relieved, excited, and for the
first time since his mother had passed away, hope.
There was nothing left in that house for him.
"You ready?" Sebastian placed his hand over Blaine's.
Blaine turned his attention to Sebastian's hand, now covering Blaine's
protectively. He looked up and met Sebastian's gaze. Sebastian's eyes were full
of love and reassurance. And Blaine knew, for certain at that moment, that
everything was finally going to be all right.
"Yeah. Let's get out of here."
For the first time since his nightmare begun three years ago, Blaine Anderson
was finally free.
(END)
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