"Blaine... Blaine!" Kurt cried at the bad man, watching with huge eyes as he threw Blaine over his shoulder. Blaine didnt fight back to the man who was taking him away, which made Kurt worry that the hit to his head had hurt him too much. "Let him go! Please!" When the man climbed back up the stairs, hauling Blaine along with him, Kurt squealed and scooted to the edge of his bed. His tiny feet thumped the cold floor, and he hurried over to the staircase. Peering through the dark at the huge shadow above him, Kurt shrieked at the kidnapper again, but he acted like he couldnt hear Kurt.

Scrambling up the steps, Kurt got to the living room about two seconds after he heard the front door open. "No!" He screamed, taking a step toward the bad man because he knew he would follow him anywhere to get Blaine back. A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, though, holding him back from Blaine. Squirming but not getting any closer to Blaine, Kurt burst into tears as he helplessly watched the cruel man disappear into blackness. "Blaine!" He squeaked at no one, his voice soft and breathy as he gasped around a bubble of tears in his throat. "Blaine... please..."

When the person holding him back thought he wasnt going to run away, he set him down on his toes, but kept strong hands on his shoulders. Turning around so he could look up at his dad, whose jaw was dropped as he stared at the open door, Kurt peeped very quietly, "Karofsky took Blaine away. I have to go find him! Please, Dad!"

Burt shook his head as if he didnt understand, "What? Whos Karofsky? Why did he take Blaine with him?" Pushing Kurt over to the couch when he wriggled again, Burt sat him down on one of the cushions, "Theres no way Im letting you out there! Its dangerous! Blaines a tough guy. Hell come back, Kurt."

Kurt covered his mouth with his hand to muffle a sob, "No, you dont understand!" He pleaded, needing to get to Blaine before it was too late, before Karofsky did something terrible to him. "Karofsky does bad things to him! He needs me! He wanted me to p-protect him... I cant let Karofsky hurt him again!" He felt his dads hands come to his shoulders and rub as if to soothe him, but he couldnt stop crying. He was sure that Karofsky was doing something so dreadful to Blaine, and Blaine was screaming for him, wondering why he wasnt keeping him safe. "I cant lose him."

"Come on, honey." His dads low voice distracted him from his sniffling and panting, and he peeked through blurry eyes at his dads screwed up face. He was holding out a tissue for Kurt, and he pressed it into his pink palm. "Wipe your face. Youve got to be strong, okay? I know how hard that sounds... but youve got to do it... for Blaine. Listen to me. I know that Blaine doesnt want you running after him. He would want you to be safe, right?" When Kurt nodded, his dad finally sat down next to him and blew out heavily. "I dont really understand whats going on... All I know is that some psycho broke into our house and took Blaine with him. Ill take your word for it that he does bad things to him. But I know that, no matter what, Blaine would never want you to put yourself in danger for him." He heard Kurt hiccup, so he reached over and patted his back, "I know youre scared... but youve got to stay here. You dont even know where they went. The best thing you can do for Blaine is if you wait here for him to get back... You can look after him when he comes back."

Kurts tears wouldnt stop falling. He remembered the night that he had lost one of his very dear friends, and he could feel it happening all over again. Collapsing against his dads chest, Kurt wept because all he wanted was for Blaine to walk through that door and scoop him up into his arms, but he didnt. Kurt was scared that he never would.

Blaine still didnt understand why he was in so much pain, why his feet were wet, why he heard a dog barking not too far away. He knew he was supposed to be laying in bed with Kurt, but what happened to take him away from his comfortable place in his boyfriends arms? Cracking open his eyes, he stared at a screaming man, his face bright red and scrunched. A hard whack to the side of his head jerked Blaine out of his daze, and he heard every yell, every shriek, all of the shouts ripping through his ears and bursting his eardrums. "Why dont you love me?"

"I tried to." Blaine didnt know that those words were going to fall out of his mouth, and he couldnt stop them after they were out. Some part of him, deep down, was still connected to Karofsky. Hed spoken to Karofsky in a way that hed never spoken to anyone, except Kurt. Karofsky knew everything about him, and he had once thought that he had Karofsky figured out. That was the part of him that was able to carry on a conversation with Karofsky, but another part of him had turned away from him, making it almost impossible to understand Karofsky.

Karofsky jerked around at the sound of his voice, his mean expression breaking down into one of sadness, "What stopped you?" He hissed, "I did everything for you! There wasnt a moment that I didnt love you. I spent so long searching for something that could keep me happy... and the first time I ever saw you... saw you smile at me... I thought that I could love you so much. Youd never betray me. I wanted to make you just as happy, Blaine! And so I decided to take you as mine... No one else could touch you. You became addicted to me-"

"You threatened me!" Blaine yelled, still so woozy that he didnt see the fist raise. It hit his eye, making him yelp and fall backwards.

"You loved me!" Karofsky screamed so loudly that his voice echoed around them. "Dont deny it! But you were so easy to manipulate after that... You did exactly as I did. I joined the football team, and you did, too. I fucked around with girls... you did, too. I watched you get your virginity stolen, Blaine. I opened the door and watched Quinn climb on top of you. You screamed for her to stop, didnt you? Didnt you? You hated her touch! And that was when I realized I could make you mine... You loved cock, didnt you? And youll love mine. And Ill love pushing it down your throat... you cock whore. But then that little slut comes along and he-!" He cut himself off, almost as if he was unwilling to admit that Kurt had taken his Blaine from him. "I should have just killed that fag in France!"

Blaine was about to lift his hands and push Karofsky away, but he stopped moving when he realized what Karofsky had said. His expression must have mirrored how he felt because Karofskys mouth twisted and his head cocked, "Oh, so, the little slut hasnt recognized me yet. Yeah, I used to live in France, not far from your fuck buddy. My dad used to beat my mom, so I was sent to live with my uncle. It turns out he was an alcoholic fuck who had sex with guys a lot. And he beat me after they left... every single one... and there were a lot of them. Sometimes theyd have sex in front of me... just fall to the floor by the couch and hump each other. I didnt have to deal with the fuck up for long, though. He got killed in a car wreck... He was drunk one night and slammed into another car."

Karofsky paused to burp. The expression on his face didnt change when he brought up his uncles death, as if he had just told Blaine what the weather was. "I was so angry with fags after he died... I thought they were disgusting. I wanted to hurt all of them... and I came across a group of them one night. There was a redhead, a blond guy, and your fuck buddy. Your fairy friend was following the other two around... and they kept kissing. I got so mad that I blacked out for a few seconds... and the next time I looked up, the redhead was on the ground. His neck was snapped. The blond guy kept sobbing his name... I cant remember what it was. But your fag ran over to the blond guy and hugged him... He was crying. I left them all behind... I didnt see anything else. But I realized I couldnt stay in France after I had killed someone. So I stole my uncles money and used it to get my hair cut. I got some work done on my face, too, just to hide who I was. I changed my name... It used to be Eli Carofsky. And then I came to America... and thats when I found you."

Blaines eyes widened to the size of saucers. Hed always known that Karofsky was capable of wicked things, but never anything like this. Jerking away from Karofsky, Blaine stumbled over his own feet to get away, but Karofsky yanked him back and slapped him across the face. "No, stay with me! I want you to come with me!"

"No!" Blaine yelled loudly enough for someone in the next city to hear him, and Karofsky quickly smacked his hand over his mouth to silence his shouting. He dragged him out of the alleyway almost effortlessly, even though Blaine was digging his heels in to the concrete and yanking away with all of his strength. Blaine wondered how strong Karofsky actually was, because right now he seemed invincible. "I have a family! You cant take me away from that!"

Karofsky pulled him around a corner, and Blaine tried to make it clear that he was being taken against his will by throwing his arms around, but there was no one there to see his struggle. Karofsky bit at him, "Nobodys out this late, you fucking asshole. If you make another move, Ill kill the girls in my house."

Blaine instantly stopped moving, except for his shuffling feet as he followed Karofsky up his short driveway. He remembered all the times he had come here for sleepovers, all the times he had laid down beside of Karofsky and told him all of his secrets, all the times he had wanted to come here to escape his arguing parents. Karofsky would understand his pain, hed been convinced of, so he could tell him anything. Suddenly wondering what girls Karofsky had in his house, Blaine tried to look past him when he pushed open his front door. The entire house was dark, and Blaine got a whiff of cigarette smoke. As if reminded by the stench that he wanted one, Karofsky reached in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

He walked deeper into the house, still holding onto Blaine, as he worked on lighting the cigarette. The flashes from the lighter were enough to let Blaine see small parts of the room for brief seconds. Passing his eyes over the room and trying to see what was around him, he gasped when Karofsky yanked him back. "Thats enough looking. Keep your eyes on me." He pulled Blaine around the room with him, and Blaine tripped over several things before Karofsky finally flipped the light on. Karofsky had his hand on the back of Blaines head, so he couldnt turn and examine his surroundings, but he heard a quiet gasp from behind him.

Twisting around, Karofsky grinned at something, and he left Blaines side. Blaine heard something sliding across metal, and skin slapping skin. "Yes, Santana, it is Blaine. You two dated, didnt you? You liked his big cock. Thats the only thing you wanted him for! But I can give him so much more! Isnt that right, Blaine?"

Deciding that it was okay for him to turn around, Blaine looked at Santana first. She had her mouth gagged, and a bruise was swelling on her cheek. In her lap was Brittany, whose stomach was much bigger. She was holding it and groaning about the pain underneath her skin. Blaine didnt understand. Flicking his eyes over to Karofsky, who was blowing smoke out, Blaine noticed a gun in his hand. The gun was pointing to Brittanys stomach, and he finally started to get it. He was going to keep Blaine here, and Santana and Brittany were his only ways to keep Blaine from running away.

Pressing himself to the wall to make it clear that he wasnt going to try to escape, Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He had to think of a way to get them out of there. He just wanted to go home. Glancing up when he heard Karofsky move, he watched him pull a small bottle of liquid off the table by the couch. Blaine didnt know what it was, but Santana obviously didnt want it anywhere near her because she reached over and hit Karofskys arms. She tried to scream, but the noise was blocked out by the cloth over her mouth.

"Stop it or Ill shoot her!" Karofsky threatened her, and Santana whipped away from Karofsky, refusing to look as he opened Brittanys mouth and held the bottle above it. Blaine, knowing that it wasnt a liquid that should have been anywhere near Brittany or her baby, suddenly moved away from the wall.

His jerky footsteps were enough to distract Karofsky from pouring the liquid into Brittanys mouth, and his head snapped up in Blaines direction. "I said dont move-"

"Karofsky," Blaines voice was shaky with nerves, but he knew of only one weakness that he could use against Karofsky to save the girls. Flinching with disgust, Blaine tried to keep down a gag as he said, "I miss you. I made a mistake." When Karofsky raised his brows and started sliding off the couch, Blaine stopped himself from taking a step back. "I-I want you."

Santanas eyes became much bigger, but Blaine turned away from her and stared at Karofsky. Karofsky got up and strode over to Blaine, running a finger across his neck. Blaine swallowed thickly, trying to hold still. "You have no idea how long Ive wanted to hear that. Blow me, Blaine." He must have heard Santanas gagging noise because he turned around and held up his gun. "Dont ruin this moment again." He snapped, then turned back to his jeans and started unzipping those. He pushed them down his thighs, revealing his huge cock to Blaine. Blaine felt what little he had eaten that day coming up his throat.

Sinking to his knees, Blaine grabbed onto Karofskys thick thighs and heard him groan, and he actually did gag that time. He put his face near Karofskys cock, but he looked around one of his thighs and tried to meet Santanas eyes. She was staring at her lap because she didnt want to see Karofskys bare ass, but she finally lifted her eyes after a few seconds. As soon as her gaze caught his, he mouthed, "Run."

She shook her head, her eyes flickering between him and Brittany, "What about you?" she said.

Karofsky slapped the back of his head, "Suck me." Tearing his eyes away from Santana so she wouldnt get punished for talking to him, he took a deep breath so he wouldnt have to inhale the sour fumes wafting off of Karofskys cock. He leaned forward and took the tip of Karofskys cock between his lips, sure that he was going to throw up then and there. That little touch was enough to make Karofsky throw his head back, giving Blaine a few seconds to snatch Karofskys gun from his limp hand.

He shot at whatever he could, blowing a hole through Karofskys leg. Karofsky yelped and bent down to grab the bloody wound, and Blaine crawled away from him. Falling onto his ass, Karofsky reached out for Blaine and grabbed his ankle, pulling him back. "Run!" Blaine yelled at Santana, who jerked up from her still position on the couch. "Get out of here!"

He desperately kicked at Karofsky, managing a few hits on his shoulders, and one on the tip of his nose. Roaring again, Karofsky grabbed his bloody face, and Blaine jolted to his feet. He darted over to Santana, who was trying to pick a weak Brittany up. Lifting Brittany off the couch, Blaine ran over to the door and threw it open. The two of them hurried down his driveway.

By the time they got several roads away, Blaine was panting because he was weighed down by Brittany, and he stopped in the middle of some road hed never been on before. Santana paused with him, and she reached up and pulled the cloth out of her mouth. She spat a few times before speaking, "Damn, that tasted like old come. And sometimes I wonder why I stopped dating men."

Blaine frowned at her, then he looked down at Brittany, whose breathing was very unsteady and slow, "What was that liquid he threatened Brittany with?"

"As if I fucking asked him." She snapped at him, rubbing the bruise on her cheek. "He put some of it in her before he brought you. Shes been like this ever since."

"We need to get her to a hospital." Blaine decided, taking a few steps away from her. She caught up to him and held onto his arm, obviously seeking protection from something that wasnt there anymore. "Ill walk you over there, but thats all I can do for you. I need to go home. I want to be with Kurt again. I was scared that I might not see him again." His voice faded away after he admitted that, and they both took a moment to collect themselves after what had happened to them.

They started walking toward the hospital before Santana bumped him with her elbow, "You know, it was really nice... the way you helped us back there. You could have left us. So... thanks, I guess."

Blaine said absolutely nothing, just kept his eyes on the road ahead of him and walked forward. The only reason he didnt collapse was because of Brittany, her broken body so reliant on him. Boosting her higher up on his chest, he glanced down at her thin face, then dragged his eyes down to her bulging stomach. He had no idea what that liquid was doing to the baby, if it was hurting him, but Blaine wanted to get it out of her. Touching Brittanys stomach with his fingertips, he raised his brows when he felt a small kick.

The little movement made a small smile tug at Blaines lips for some reason that he didnt know. "Ill never let anyone hurt you again, little one." He whispered to the bump under her shirt, making sure his voice was low enough that Santana didnt hear him. Blaine didnt understand how their lives had come to this, from freshman year, which had been the last normal time of Blaines life, to this, hiding from a psychopathic murderer. Blaines eyes filled with tears at what Karofsky had admitted to him, and one of them dripped onto Brittanys stomach. "Whats your name?"

"Blaine. Are you new here? Ive never seen you before."

"Yeah. My names Karofsky."

Blaine lowered his lashes, blinking away heavy tears. They got to the hospital after about ten minutes of wandering around and searching for signs, but Blaine felt like it had been ten hours. He was shivering from the cold, and his bare feet were sore from walking on loose gravel, and he was so exhausted that his chin dropped every few minutes. He wasnt even sure what time it was, but the sky was still pitch black, so he guessed it was three or four in the morning. He couldnt wait to go home and take a long bath and sleep for the next day.

He was so numb that he hardly noticed a weight being lifted off of him, and he watched a few doctors gather Brittany up and set her in a wheelchair. They seemed to be asking Santana questions, but Blaine didnt hear a word they said. His vision faded in and out, and he hadnt realized that hed closed his eyes until someone called his name. Opening his eyes, he stared at Santana, who was frowning at him. "You look like youre about to pass out. Are you okay, Blaine?" When he didnt answer her because his mouth was too dry to get words out, she shook her head, "Whatever. Im going back with Brittany. I dont know when Ill be back at school."

Blaine nodded, but he still didnt say anything. She pressed her lips together, then she moved closer to him and wrapped one arm around him, "Maybe youre not all bad." That was the last thing she told him before she walked away, leaving him by himself. Taking a deep breath, Blaine shoved his hands into his pockets and followed her with his eyes. He finally turned away from the group heading toward the elevators, and he stumbled out of the doors and onto a damp sidewalk. Rain had started to trickle from the sky, and he shuddered as the bullets of wetness soaked through his clothes.

"Do you love me?"

"Stop asking questions, Blaine."

Tears dripped off of Blaines chin, and he didnt stop crying until he got near his home. While he walked, he tried to make sense of his life, why it had been him, why Karofsky had such a bad life that it had turned him into a monster, if he would have become the same as Karofsky over time. He worried that he would have killed people like Karofsky had, and that thought just made him walk faster to get home. But Blaine didnt put any of it together, and he just got more confused each time he tried to.

By the time he made it home, light was breaking through spots of darkness. He wobbled up his driveway, just barely holding himself up as spots flashed in his eyes. Almost falling over because he was so hungry, Blaine held a hand to his rumbling stomach. He licked his dry lips before he put his shaking hand on the doorknob and twisted. He pushed open the door and instantly felt heat brush his face, a relief after so long of freezing under the rain and wind. Kurts flowery perfume floated by his nose, and he hunted the room for the spot that it was coming from.

His eyes widened at Kurt, who had toppled over himself and was curled up against the arm of the couch. He wasnt covered in blankets, so his legs were tucked to his chest and he had an arm wrapped around them. He shivered in his sleep, and Blaine could tell that it wasnt a peaceful sleep from his parted lips and wrinkled nose. Tear streaks shined on his pale cheeks, and a few tears still clung to his lashes. On the couch beside of Kurts, Burt was sitting up and twiddling his thumbs in his lap. He looked up when Blaine took a step forward, and to Blaines surprise, he blew out with relief and shook his head.

"Damn, kid... you were about to give me another heart attack." Covering his mouth with his hand, he cleared his scratchy throat, "I called the police three hours ago. Ive been so worried. Kurt and me have stayed up all night... He just couldnt keep his eyes open any longer. You look like youre pretty tired, too."

Blaine took another step into his house, and he let his eyes drift back over to Kurt. "Kurt," he mumbled, staggering over to him and kneeling by his shaking body. He reached out and touched his cheek, and at first Kurt mewled and tightened his little ball, but then a pair of blue eyes opened. His pale lids lifted, revealing wet eyes. Another tear fell from Kurts lashes, but Blaine didnt get a chance to wipe it away before Kurt almost knocked him to the ground.

His thin arms wrapped around Blaines neck, and he cried into his shoulder, his entire body trembling. Despite his soreness, Blaine bundled him up and took him against his chest, needing to hold him so close. "Im here, sweetheart. Im right here." He patted his back and buried his face in Kurts hair, breathing in his strawberry shampoo. "I wont let you go."