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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel, Burt_Hummel, Carole_Hudson-Hummel, Cooper
      Anderson, Finn_Hudson
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Dark, sadistic, Mentions_of_Violence, Acts_of_violence,
      Immorality, Twisted_Minds, Underage_Sex, Unsafe_Sex, Blood_Kink,
      Knifeplay, Violent_Thoughts, Killing, Animal_Death, Uncaring, Twisted
      love, Manipulation, Mentions_of_Rape, Rape_Fantasy
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-04 Updated: 2018-02-13 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3470
****** The Difference ******
by Verseau_87
Summary
     Kurt Hummel grew up in a loving family environment, with a kind
     father and mother, moral values and love...so where on earth did Burt
     go so wrong?
     As he grows up, Burt sees a side of Kurt he only thought he imagined
     in his darkest fears, but he realizes that whatever person Kurt
     becomes, he will still love him unconditionally, even if sometimes
     his son scares the life out of him
     And then Kurt makes a friend, who's dark looking eyes terrify Burt
     even more...
Notes
     Ok....so from the descriptions and summary....you get that this is
     not a normal story.
     It is VERY dark, and i'm not kidding, so if easily freaked out,
     offended or bewildered please do not read.
     I, in no way, condone violence or rape, or animal abuse, this is
     purely a fictional story, just on a very dark basis, please don't
     hate me. The characters depicted in this story are in no way canon,
     and have very twisted minds....
     So with that warning...lets get on with it
***** Chapter 1 *****
The one thing Burt could tell anyone was that he loved his son.
Unconditionally.
The second thing he would tell you if he could, was that he didn't like him
very much.
But he loved him. It was a slightly confusing emotion.
Burt Hummel had always been a gruff man, but had a heart of gold, or so his
first wife always told him. He had good morals, always tried to do the right
thing. Be a role model. he prided himself on finding the good in any situation.
His first wife Jessica, was a lovely woman. She was so open minded and loving.
Burt felt extremely lucky to be a part of her life, since he first met her, he
knew that she would be the one.
And life was good for a while. They were married for about 4 years before
starting a family. The pregnancy was good and everything was fine. Kurt was
born in July, the height of the summer, and Burt felt the happiest he had ever
felt in a long time.
His baby boy was beautiful, and so tiny. He felt a rush of affection as he
stared down at his little face. The face that looked exactly like his wife's.
As Kurt grew up, he was a cherub. He could be mischievous, but never hurtful.
He was a good little boy. Never did anything wrong, never hurt others, was
always polite and cordial. he was a golden child.
But something had gone wrong somewhere, and Burt had no idea where it had come
from.
He found Kurt in their yard at age 6, singing happily as he played. Burt had
smiled at first as he watched his little boys back and head bopping along to
whatever tune he was singing. Until he stepped closer.
At first he thought Kurt was cutting up some clothes, maybe making something,
the kid liked to be creative. But then Burt saw blood and immediately his heart
threatened to climb out of his throat.
Kurt had a pair of scissors in his tiny hand, the kitchen scissors that he knew
he wasn't allowed to touch, and in front of him on the grass, was the shaggy
remains of what looked like Mrs Withers cat, from across the road.
Burt had swallowed hard at the sight, but had played it off as Kurt not
realizing what had happened and had called out to him, watching as his little
angel face smiled up at him, innocently, but Burt could see that Kurt's eyes
were a little different.
"Hi daddy."
He had said it so sweetly that Burt could feel the anger and confusion of the
situation dampen down with his affectionate fatherly instinct took over. He
reached out and pried the blood soaked kitchen scissors from his son's hands
and then told him to go in the house.
He did, without a word and Burt was left to clean up the yard before his wife
saw it.
Later that same night, while Kurt was asleep he tried to engage his wife to
talk about Kurt, he didn't want to actually tell her what he found, but he knew
that something wasn't right with this. He tried to act a little nonchalant as
he asked if she noticed anything strange about Kurt.
His wife had shrugged from next to him on the couch.
"He's been a little quieter lately."
And that was the end of the conversation that night.
Burt watched him. As he grew older he became more independent, and tried to
help out around th house a little more. At age 8 he decided it would be his job
to help with dinner every night. But he had a strange fascination with knives
and scissors, looking at the blades and running his thumbs over them gently.
he nicked himself a couple of times, but he didn't make a sound, he just
watched the blood from in the small cut and trickle down his hand with an
interested look on his face. Until Burt wrapped it in a bandaid and told him to
go and sit down.
Jessica became ill when Kurt turned 9. Cancer. She deteriorated quickly, and
Kurt was deadly silent. Burt had asked a few times for his son to come to him
with any worries or fears, or even to cry, Kurt had sent him a small smile and
promised he would, but he didn't.
When Jessica died, Burt lost his mind a little. Kurt was still silent. They
grieved separately. Over time though Kurt started talking more, but Burt knew
that his son must be hurting, the slight hint of pain in his eyes was present
for a while after.
At 13 Kurt was so independent it frightened Burt a little. He acted so grown up
all the time.
He could work his way around a kitchen like a head chef, he knew exactly how to
make any kind of dinner. His fascination with knives wasn't present and Burt
felt a little better. Maybe it was a phase.
That problem was doubled though, when one day at 14 years old, Kurt came home
from school, late and covered with blood.
"What happened, are you hurt? we should go to the hospital."
As Burt frantically ran around the house to gather up coats and bags to take
Kurt to the hospital, his son was extremely calm and just laid a hand on his
dad's arm. Burt paused putting on his coat to look at him.
"It's ok, dad, it's not mine." He had said in a collected voice, giving his
father a small smile, "but I think I'm going to head to bed now."
And with that he was gone. Burt had no idea what to think.
If it wasn't Kurt's blood then who's was it? Did Kurt hurt them? Was it human?
he sank into the couch as the full weight of whatever was going on stumped and
depressed him. His son was still his little boy, he loved him. But after the
events throughout his short life, Burt found that he didn't like him very much.
He was afraid of his son.
At 15 years old, Kurt found a new friend, and as the boys stood at the door,
Kurt introducing his new comrade to Burt, the boy couldn't have been any older
than Kurt, and he was holding his hand out politely enough to shake, but Burt
was worried about the look in this kid's eyes.
It was the same kind of look Kurt had, a dark one.
Kurt had a new friend who was just as scary to Burt as Kurt himself. Blaine had
smiled up at Burt as Kurt tugged him past and into his basement room, and Burt
looked on helpless to stop whatever they were doing.
All he could do is be there for his son if he ever needed him. That and make
sure that this Blaine kid really was a friend and not someone who was going to
hurt him.
But as long as Kurt kept that secretive but happy smile on his face then Burt
would keep his mouth shut.
***** Chapter 2 *****
"But wouldn't it look pretty-" Blaine's dark and mesmerizing stare had Kurt
smiling and pushing against his chest, where Blaine had leaned over him.
"I don't know, I can't just go and buy a cat Blaine." He interrupted and pushed
Blaine back down onto his own chair, at Kurt's desk, as he turned back to his
homework.
They had been chatting about an assignment that the teachers had asked them to
do about old methods of torture, and Blaine had brought up that in all the
pictures of the devices on the internet. There really was no hard evidence that
the devices were as extreme and painful as they seemed. He wanted to test it on
a certain subject, an animal.
Then he brought up the idea of maybe going to get a cat.
"There are shelters," Blaine said with a smirk, "or I could catch a rat."
"My dad won't let me, besides, I don't want to do anything like that in the
house."
"We could do it at mine." Blaine smiled proudly, knowing his parents wouldn't
so much as bat an eye about what Blaine was doing.
"Not this time Blaine."
"Spoil sport."
Blaine pouted and Kurt rolled his eyes as they tried to finish the assignment
they had been given. After about 5 more pages of information was written down,
Kurt felt a warm hand snake itself onto his thigh.
His eyes shot to Blaine's, taking in the dark look and playful smile, and then
pushed Blaine's hand off of his leg.
"Blaine, my dad is in the house." Kurt whispered to him, trying to ignore the
hunger in Blaine's eyes as he turned back to his pages.
"So?" Blaine asked nonchalantly and moved his hand across Kurt's thigh again,
only this time squeezing the flesh in his palm tightly until Kurt let out a
small hiss of pain, and then moving little higher.
"Why do you do this every time we're alone?"
"Because you're hot," Blaine explained simply, in a low, almost uncaring tone
that Kurt had come to know as his sexy voice, "I only have two fantasies, and
you won't indulge one, so I need the other."
Kurt huffed a little in irritation as Blaine bent his head to kiss along his
cheek and then down his jaw to mouth at the veins in his neck.
"If you want blood so much, why don't you just get the pocketknife and cut me."
Kurt said as he tried to move away, but the grip on his thigh became almost
bruising and Blaine leaned in closer to his ear.
"I don't trust myself not to cut that pretty throat of yours." He whispered and
it sent pleasurable shivers down Kurt's spine, and he turned to smirk at his
twisted boyfriend.
"Daring fantasy." Kurt said and Blaine smirked darkly as his eyes drifted to
look at Kurt's throat.
"You know it."
Blaine caught Kurt's lips in a bruising kiss after that, forcing the
conversation to stop and then pushing Kurt off of his chair so that they both
fell to the floor with a thud and Blaine began quickly stripping Kurt of his
shirt.
Kurt wrapped a hand around Blaine's bicep, because Blaine's arm was pinning his
chest down to the floor and he couldn't move. He squeezed it in his hand,
fingernails digging into the flesh and drawing little bits of blood in the
grooves. Blaine hissed as he moved his arm, but didn't complain, still focusing
on the buttons of Kurt's shirt.
Kurt helped him remove his shirt and then his own before their lips crashed
back together harshly. Blaine was always so rough if he was the one in charge
of the sexual things, and Kurt usually went along with it, but he didn't want
to sit back and take it today so he bit Blaine's bottom lip and rolled them
both over.
"Ow," Blaine said as he fingered his now bleeding bottom lip, before licking
the blood off of it and moaning as he thrust his hips up at Kurt, "mmm, you
wanna take over baby, all you had to do was say."
Kurt growled at Blaine before fisting his hands in his shirt, bringing his head
and chest off of the floor and then slamming it back down, making Blaine curse
again as his skull connected with the floor, before crashing their lips back
together.
Blaine made quick work of his own shirt as they kissed, rolling them over again
and placing his hands in Kurt's hair, grinding their erections together. Kurt
turned his head away, breathing in deeply, as Blaine attached his hips to his
neck, still pushing his hips down into his.
Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine became rougher, and he knew that any minute now
those big hands would be crawling up his body to wrap around his throat.
It was the thing about Blaine, Kurt had learned to accept it, he had some kind
of fascination with strangulation. It was also a subconscious reaction when in
heights of pleasure or stress. Kurt looked around for anything he could use for
his advantage, to make sure Blaine didn't accidently kill him in the throes of
passion.
One of Blaine's hands started to make its way up his chest, and Kurt became a
little desperate to get leverage over him. He pushed at Blaine's chest until he
was above him, and then turning them over again, ignoring the hand that was now
on his neck.
He had rolled them over by his bed now, and he reached up with one hand to open
the middle drawer of his bedside cabinet, feeling around for what he knew was
there. Blaine looked up at his hand with confusion, while he was still rooting
around.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked with a smirk, "I've got lube in my pocket."
Kurt's fingers touched metal and he closed his hand around it before extracting
the object and showing it to Blaine with a grin.
"You didn't think I would go into this unprotected did you?" Kurt told him as
he flicked the pocket knife open and put it against Blaine's hand that was
still around his neck and Blaine looked at his own hand like he didn't realize
it was there, before removing it.
"So who's fucking who?" Blaine asked in his usually tone, completely ignoring
the fact that Kurt didn't trust him, they didn't trust each other.
Kurt moved the knife against the jugular vein underneath the skin of Blaine's
neck, and pressed lightly, He felt Blaine gulp slightly against the knuckles of
his hand where it rested over his throat, and watched as Blaine's eyes darkened
a little.
"I have homework to do." Kurt told him, before taking the knife away and moving
up and off,leaving Blaine to groan in frustration on the floor.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     I apologize for any triggers in here of violence, but it is just a
     story x and we all know that violence is wrong no matter what
"Out of my way faggot!" Came a yell as a hand shoved at the back of his
shoulder, forcing him to tumble against the front of his locker.
He gripped onto the front of the door, which was still open, and tightened his
grip so that he didn't lose his footing and fall to the floor.
Kurt turned to glare at the meat head jock that shoved him.
Karofsky. Of course it was. The dumb Neanderthal could never keep his hands to
himself. Kurt smirked as he leant against his locker, watching Karofsky walk
around the corner. He was debating whether or not to follow, but soon enough he
felt an arm wrap around his waist snugly, preventing him from forming a plan.
"Hey." His boyfriend whispered in his ear and he turned to grin at him.
"Hey," he said in reply accepting a shirt kiss that was placed on his lips,
"thought you had soccer practice this morning?"
"Nah, I blew it off." Blaine said with a smirk as his arm tightened around
Kurt's waist, "thought maybe you could skip your first lesson and come and hang
out with me?"
"For what?"
"You'll see." Blaine said with an even wider smirk, and Kurt only raised an
eyebrow as he placed his calculus book back into his locker and waited
expectantly.
Blaine took his hand and gave him a wide grin before tugging him down the hall,
and around the corner. As the bell rang, Blaine stopped them by a little
walkway between the storage closet and the janitors office. He pushed Kurt
against the wall and kissed him hard.
Kurt responded immediately, bringing his hands up to curl around Blaine's neck,
and one moving into his curls to tug at them, bringing him a little closer.
Their tongues battled for a while and as Blaine pulled away Kurt groaned in
frustration.
"Come on, you're going to love this baby." Blaine said as he took Kurt's hand
and pulled him down the now empty corridor and out to the field at the back.
"Where are we going?"
"The bleachers."
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As Blaine dragged Kurt closer to the shady part underneath the bleachers out on
the field, Kurt could hear some muffled sounds, like someone trying to yell and
scream but not quite getting there.
Blaine bent at the waist and gestured for Kurt to go first, acting all
gentlemanly, making Kurt chuckle a little as he moved underneath the bleachers
first. Blaine followed after him and as Kurt continued to walk through the
space underneath the seats, the sounds became louder and clearer.
It was someone trying to yell and scream, like they had something over or
inside their mouth to stop the sounds.
And it was.
Greg Altari, one of the jocks that had slushied them both on more than one
occasion and called them both faggots in the halls of McKinley. Kurt stared
with wide eyes at Greg, who was in a chair, tied to it with some kind of wire
and rope, a gash on his forehead was crusted with blood, and the rag in his
mouth preventing him from yelling, before turning to look back at Blaine.
"What?" Kurt asked slowly, and Blaine took his hand guiding him past where Greg
was squirming in the chair, and over to a duffle bag in the corner.
"I got him this morning," Blaine explained, "he shoved me against a door on my
way to practice, and you know how fucking mad I get when someone other than you
gives me a bruise."
"You have a bruise?" Kurt asked as his eyes turned a little darker, glaring
between Greg's face and Blaine's, as Blaine nodded solemnly and pulled up the
sleeve of his shirt, revealing an angry red and purple mark on his bicep.
Kurt practically glowered at Greg as he rubbed over the mark, causing Blaine to
hiss a little as it stung. Kurt ignored the sound of pain and lowered his lips
over it, kissing along the outside of it for a moment, before opening his mouth
and biting down on it.
Blaine groaned in pain, but didn't pull away as Kurt used teeth and suction to
change the mark into something else. Kurt pulled back slowly, and looked over
his own handiwork quickly, satisfied a little and then turned back to the
duffle bag that Blaine had crouched next to.
Greg watched them both with wide eyes, his voice still muffled as he tried to
speak to them, but they both ignored him while they rummaged through the black
bag. Kurt's eyes shone a little as he found something in the bottom. His own
knife from Blaine's shed.
"Oh honey, you brought it along?" He said sweetly and Blaine smiled.
"Of course, I know how much you love the comfort of it." Blaine whispered back
to him, before lowering his voice an octave and looking up through his dark
lashes at Kurt, "I know how much that handle of yours let's you feel how deep
you go in, and how you feel every vibration of it."
Kurt groaned before pulling the knife out and running the blade of it down
Blaine's cheek, not enough to cut him, but enough for Blaine to groan in
response, keeping their dark gazes locked. But they couldn't risk cutting each
other's faces, especially at school.
Kurt turned back to Greg and smiled sadistically, watching him look down at the
knife in Kurt's hand with a little bit of fear. Kurt shared a look with Blaine
communicating with just his eyes and Blaine eventually nodded.
He would let Kurt have this one.
Kurt had heard Blaine tell stories of the people he had killed or hurt before,
sometimes it looked like an accident and he didn't get into trouble for it. But
sometimes things got out of his control and his hands did the work for him,
like his old boyfriend when he was 14.
They were having sex, and Blaine's hands took on a mind of their own, wrapped
around his boyfriend's throat has he was fucking him and squeezed.
He squeezed and squeezed until eventually the boy stopped struggling and Blaine
finally snapped back into the moment. It didn't end there though, Blaine was
still hard and the guy was still inside him, so he jerked off while still
clenching on the softening dick inside him. He made sure that when he came he
didn't leave anything on his boyfriend's body.
Then later that night he went and dumped it.
The boy was found sometime later in a dump site, surrounding by rotting
rubbish, and Blaine played the part of grieving boyfriend very well.
Now he was giving up a fresh kill for Kurt, and that him love him even more.
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