His boys didn't say a word as he stood, only an inquisitive look from Slade greeting his departure, silently asking if he needed back up. Blaine just shook his head and sauntered over to the new kid, everyone cowering out of his way as he went.

The brunette was so focused on someone staring at him from across the room, a semi-tough guy named Sebastian, that he didnt even see blaine aproach from behind and lean down to whisper in his ear.

“hey sexy.” blaine swore the boy jumped nearly three feet in the air, spinning around and pressing against the wall to try and get away.

“I-I-um.” the boy stuttered before seeming to get a burst of courage. “wh-what do you want?"

Blaine chuckled. It was almost too easy these days, intimidating the fresh meat. "Relax." he said, throwing a casual arm around the boys shoulders and pulling him close to murmur in his ear. "I was just thinking of how beautiful that ass would look taking my cock." he said softly, smirking at the tremor that ran down the boy's spine. "What's your name?" he asked before nibbling in his ear, thoroughly enjoying the way he shook. Out of fear or pleasure, Blaine wasn't quite sure.

"K-k-Kurt" he stuttered out, trying valiantly to escape the elder mans grip.

"Kurt." Blaine whispered, testing out the name. It fit him so perfectly. "And what did a pretty big like you do to end up in a place like this?"

"Aggravated assault." Kurt snapped, finally managing to squirm away from Blaine. "With a golf club. Just... Just leave me alone." he mumbled out unconvincingly when he saw Blaine leaning toward him again. He scrambled up from the table, trying not to trip over his own feet as he grabbed his tray and rushed away.

"Well that clearly didn't go well." Blaine looked over to see Slade approaching, a smirk on his face. "I know that look Anderson."

"I want him." Blaine declared. "And I think it's time we had a little talk with the guards."

*break*

"So let me get this straight Anderson. You want Hummel to be moved to a single cell? Why the hell would you care?" the security guard asked, keeping a steady hand in his weapon in case anything happened.

"Does it really matter? I don't want anyone getting him before I do." he hissed the last part to himself, but the guard heard anyway.

"The kid's eighteen, only in for a few months. Don't hurt the poor thing." the guard tried to pursuade him, but one hard glare shut him up. He sighed. "I'll see what I can do."

*break*

"Wh-whatever I did, I'm sorry! P-please don't hurt me!" Kurt cried a few days later when two burly men he didn't recognize grabbed him in the yard and started dragging him over to the weights. He was thrown to the ground unceremoniously and almost instantly dragged back to his feet by a hand twisting in his hair, the pain searing. He felt his back slam against the hard wall before lips hit his neck, teeth sinking into his skin before they started sucking harshly.

He cried out in pain and tried to push the body off of him, but his hands were effortlessly pinned down. He kicked his legs and screamed. Why wasn't anyone helping him?

"Stop! stop, get off me!" he screeched, tears rolling down his face as the teeth sunk in again on the other side of his neck. The warm body finally pulled away, taking the pressure off his chest and loosening the grip in his hands. Kurt isn't sure if he should gasp or growl as he catches sight of Blaine, a triumphant smirk on his face.

Before he could say another word, the bastard meaning in again and kissed him. It was rough, too much teeth clashing and biting, and Kurt just sobbed again.

"Mine." Blaine practically hissed as he pulled back. Kurt looked at him with tear stained eyes for a fraction of a second before running.