Blaine glared darkly at the monster in his boyfriend’s skin. 

“So, how easy do you want to make this?” Kurt’s mouth split into an uncharacteristic wide, sly grin. “Either you just let me choke you really fast or I can cut you into ribbons. Imagine Kurt’s face when he wakes up to that.”

“Get away from me,” Blaine hissed. 

“What are you going to do? Hit me?” Gallaway cocked his head to the side. Suddenly, he slammed his fist into Blaine’s wounded side making him scream and collapse against the wall. 

“Fuck,” He coughed and moaned in pain as another fist caught him square in the jaw. 

“You have a habit of fucking everything up,” Kurt’s heavy boot slammed into his wound again making him scream and jerk. “The world will be a much better place without you.”

Blaine glared up at him, blood trickling down his chin. 

“You’re a funny one,” Gallaway laughed and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. “I would have done it quick and easy. It wouldn’t have hurt too badly. Now I’m going to make you beg for it.”

Blaine spat a mouthful of blood on the boots and Kurt hissed. 

“Say it,” He roughly shook Blaine’s head and wrapped the other hand around his throat. “I need to hear it.”

“Fuck you,” Blaine gasped, trying desperately to suck in air. 

“That’s what you want?” Gallaway’s smile grew darker. “Fine.”

With a surprising amount of strength he threw Blaine onto the bed, staining the sheets with smears of blood. Blaine scrambled to a seated position, ignoring the pain, and glared at Gallaway. 

“Pretty as a picture,” He smiled. “I can see why Kurt likes you.” 

Blaine remained silent, eyes darting around the room before falling on something beside the bed. 

“Be a good boy now,” He took a few more steps towards the bed.

As soon as his knees touched the bed Blaine quickly leaned over and grabbed the heavy lamp on the bedside table, slamming it into the side of his head. 

He let out a sharp cry of pain and was surprised enough that Blaine was able to make a run for the door. 

Gasping in pain he grabbed the door jam and pushed himself off towards the stairs. He heard the heavy fall of Kurt’s boots on the floor and tried to make himself go faster 

He let out a sharp scream when strong hands shoved him harshly down the stairs. He crashed down the steps and finally stopped at the bottom, vision swimming and body feeling detached from his brain. 

The wall net to him exploded in a shower of dust. A long mark, looking a lot like an axe, was left. Blaine scrambled to the side, pushing past the pain to get away.

“Do you think I’m just going to kill you?” Gallaway sneered from the top of the stairs. “Just hack off your head and be done with it? You have been nothing but a pain in my ass boy.”

The step behind him cracked and splintered. 

“I’m going to make you suffer. I’m going to make you cry. I’m going to make you fucking scream for the mercy of death,” Three more invisible axe cuts made him scramble back further. 

“So,” A sudden hit caught part of him in the calf making him scream in pain. “We’re going to take a good long time.”

The step under him cracked and showered him with wooden splinters. 

Blaine jerked his head away to protect his face and saw something shining under the broken wood. A tarnished silver pocket watch gleamed faintly in the dim light and highlighted the old, brown blood stains. 

“Put that down,” Kurt growled from the top of the stairs. 

“No,” Blaine tightened his fingers around it. 

“I’m done playing,” He took a few steps back and Blaine stumbled backwards, wincing at the blood leaking onto his t-shirt from his ripped stitches. “Give. Me. That.”

“This is yours isn’t it?” Blaine asked softly. 

“William,” Kurt took a few more steps, eyes blazing. 

“I am not William,” Blaine threw the pocket watch against the wall, making the screen crack and shatter. 

Gallaway screamed in pain, doubling over and grabbing the handrail. His eyes were wide and unseeing as he fell to his knees.

“This little thing was keeping you here?” He shook it so several more pieces fell to the floor. “You’re entire pathetic existence was because of a fucking pocket watch?”

Gallaway snarled darkly. 

With a shout, Blaine reached into the watch and ripped out the gears. His fingers bled as the glass tore into the skin. With each gear that fell to the ground Gallaway screamed in agony. 

“Blaine,” He tried to ignore Kurt’s pain filled screams. “Blaine, please. Please stop. It hurts.”

The windows shook and the fireplace spewed flames into the living room. With a final cry Blaine threw the destroyed watch onto the floor and at the top of the stairs Kurt collapsed. 

“Kurt,” Blaine whispered, voice hoarse. “Kurt.”

The pain flared and he had to basically crawl up the stairs to Kurt’s unmoving body. He whimpered as he pulled himself up the last few steps and wrapped a hand around Kurt’s wrist. 

“Blaine?” He breathed.

“Thank God,” Blaine’s eyes filled with tears and he smiled in relief, vision dimming a little. 

“Oh my God,” Kurt shot up, staring down the stairs in horror.

The entire living room and bottom of the stairs was engulfed in angry flames. The wood crackled and warped as they were swallowed up and it steadily climbed to where they were.

Kurt grabbed his arm and tried to drag Blaine back away from the fire. He pulled them into Blaine’s room and let him rest against the wall.

“I can’t Kurt,” Blaine whispered, closing his eyes against the waves of agony. 

“Stay awake for me,” Kurt squeezed his shoulder lightly. 

He hurried out the door and groaned when he saw that the fire had spread halfway up the stairs. He stumbled away from the heat and hurried back into Blaine’s room. He tried to open the window but to his terror saw that it had been nailed shut. 

“Blaine!” He turned to see that Blaine was barely conscious. 

Kurt stumbled as he ran into Cooper’s room and every room after but saw that every window had been nailed shut.

“Honey. Blaine,” Kurt kneeled down in front of him, taking his face in his hands and shaking it slightly. “Where is your cell phone? Wake up.”

“Hmm?” Blaine’s eyes flickered slightly. 

“Where is your phone?” 

“I left it downstairs,” Blaine mumbled. 

“Fuck,” Kurt stood up and placed his hands on his head. He ran forward and slammed the door shut against the flames that were within three feet of the room. 

With a deep breath Kurt grabbed the heavy lamp and tried to slam it into the window. After a few hits the glass cracked and he was able to kick it until it shattered, leaving a jagged hole in the window.

“Blaine get up,” Kurt helped him to a standing position. 

He let out a shaky breath when he looked out at the long drop to the neatly manicured lawn. The door behind him groaned as it began to get warped by the flames.

“We have to jump,” He muttered, squeezing Blaine’s waist. "We'll be okay. We just have to jump."