He was panicking, he wasnt sure what to do. Blaine had passed out into his arms and he knew they needed to go. It was now or never. He had checked Blaines pulse and it seemed to be steady, and just looking at him he knew that he wouldnt be able to leave him behind.

A tear fell onto his face as he gathered Blaine up into his arms, turned and made his way towards the closet that would lead them to their freedom. No one seemed to be around now, all of the guard and prisoners gone to riot elsewhere. He could still here the angry screams and the crashes of furniture being thrown around and windows braking.

He turned a corner and the closet came into view. Taking a breath he shuffled Blaine into a more comfortable position in his arms before carrying on towards it. Once they got there he noticed that he didnt have the key that would get him into it. Sighing, he put Blaine carefully onto the ground making sure that his back was leaning against the wall and knelt down next to him he gasping at the sight of the cut on the top of Blaines head. He hadnt seen it before but now it made him think that it might be a good idea to leave him behind, or at least find something to cover the wound.

He slowly searched the unconscious boys pockets, his heart skipping a beat when he felt metal. He pulled out the key and climbed to his feet. The weight of what was happening was heavy on his chest. This wasnt what was supposed to happen. The noise of the riot was still loud and clear and he could hear guards trying to calm it down. Though it didnt seem to be working very well.

More tears fell from his eyes as looked to see if anyone was coming before unlocking the door and looking back to Blaine. He decided that it would be best to go in and remove the covering from the hole before he brought Blaine in, that way he wouldnt have to keep picking him up and putting him down. Though this was more risky he didnt want to hurt Blaine further.

Walking into the closet he closed the door behind him and looked around, it looked just as it did the last time theyd been in there. The metal cabinets on both sides with various crap dotted along them, looking a little closer he saw a while piece of fabric that would be perfect for Blaines head, it was a funny shape and seemed to be from some sort of curtain or bed sheet but he was sure it would be good enough for the moment. He walked over and grabbed it shoving it into his pocket. He was glad that it would now be easier to not get so much dirt into Blaine cut in the tunnel and it would be less likely to become infected.

Turning he moved towards the cabinet on the left and dragged it from its position. Beneath it lay the metal sheet that hid the hole, he removed that as well before he turned back to the door. He felt sick. This was his last chance to stop this and just take Blaine to the infirmary. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that it wouldnt be what Blaine would have wanted, and it defiantly wasnt what he wanted. They needed to get out of here.

He slowly opened the door to the closet and looked around the corner. The coast was clear. He walked out and quickly but careful he collected Blaine back into his arms. Blaine seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, he didnt know if it was him getting weaker or Blaine getting stronger. He hoped it was the latter.

He carried Blaine into the closet, pushing the door closer with his foot. He managed to re-lock the door with Blaine still in his arms, the door making a satisfying click as it did so. The sound of the riot dulled as he closed the door like they were swimming underwater.

Turning back to the hole he had to think of how he was going to get Blaine through it. The hole only had room for one person at a time, the only way that would work is if he went first and dragged Blaine through with him, and he didnt want to hurt Blaine more that he already was. Lowering them both so they were sitting on the ground he dug into his pockets for the piece of fabric to wrap Blaines head. Slowly he wrapped it tight covering the cut completely, it was a little too long but it was better than too short. Once he knew it was on perfectly he scooted towards the hole.

He lowered Blaine into it, making sure that he was fully in before climbing into it himself. Free rocks broke from the wall and slide further into the hole as he entered scraping the palms of his hands. He gasped slightly before turned back to pull the cabinet back over them, they didnt have time to moan every time they hurt themselves slightly. Once the metal sheet was also back in place the tunnel turned into darkness, he cursed himself for not getting the torch first.

After rooting around for a couple minutes he found one of the torches and turned it on. The glow didnt reach far down the corridor but it was enough for him to see where he was going. After that he found the plastic wallet that was filled with all the details that they needed once they were out of the prison, and also had a map of where to go once they got in to the sewers. The wallet was A4 size and had a piece of string that he could tie around his waist so it was easily transported.

He tied it tight in a double knot to make sure that it didnt come undone, he wished that the jumpsuits had belt holes but there wasnt anything that he could do about that now. He slowly moved his way around Blaine trying not to touch him in any way that might cause him pain. At one point when he put his hand on the wall to balance himself rock broke from the wall and tumbled down on top of them, his heart skipped a beat and he wiped the debris off of Blaine with the gentle brush of his hand.

He soon had made his way around Blaine and was able to wrap his hands gently under his arms, pulling him lightly so he was lying on his back. This would be and easier and more comfortable way to pull him.

Slowly he began to shuffle backwards dragging Blaine inch by inch down the tunnel. He winced every time he had to go over a slight incline or decline that made Blaine jolt slightly. He felt like Blaine was made of glass and that every knock they made would make him shatter into a million pieces.

It felt like it had been hours and he was panicking. This was taking too long, they would find out that they were gone soon. They would come looking and they wouldnt be too hard to find. His mind was running at a million miles per hour.

He started to move a little faster dragging Blaine through even though his arms ached for a break. He knew what would happen if they were to get caught and thats what kept him going. He was aware of the plastic wallet that was also get stuck every few paces, meaning that he had to re-adjust where it was before he could carry on.

Turning to look over his shoulder after what seemed like hours he saw the end of the tunnel. It was like a glowing door that lead you into the next level in a game. He smiled, his cheeks feeling like theyre on fire due to the heat admitting through the tunnel, also making it slightly hard to breathe.

Now that he could see the end he pushed himself a little harder, ensuring that Blaine didnt hit anything sharp he worked faster. Drag, shuffle back, breath. Drag, shuffle back, breath. Having this system allowed him something else to focus on instead of focusing on the pain.

When he finally got the end he took a breath of relief before turning to look where they would have to go next. Shinning the torch so he could see, he was thankful that there was a room with a tunnel connected to it about two metres below that looked big enough for him to carry Blaine through it. Though there seemed to be some kind of running dark green coloured water that smelled rancid, as soon as the smell had hit his nose he gagged and turned away. Blaine was lucky he was unconscious.

The room looked to be as big as a small bathroom, the tunnel leading from it was a little smaller and followed the flow of the water. The wall looked slippery with wet moss and mould making his whole body cringe at the thought it touching him. Looking back through the darkened tunnel he wondered if he could go back. If this was the right choice to make. He shook his head. "Theres no going back now," he whispered to himself before focusing back on the drop that they would both have to make.

Shuffling so his legs they were hanging over the drop, he twisted around and took Blaine into his arms. He slowly pulled him around so he could hook his arm under his legs and around his back. In this position he shuffle forward until he dropped off the ledge, he bent his legs so that the extra weight didnt shake his balance. As he landed he felt the muddy water soak into the bottom of his jumpsuit, sighing he looking towards the tunnel the green moss and the darkness looking slightly more intimidating now, before looking down to the plastic wallet. He was definitely going to need the map that Blaine had collected to make sure that he was going the right way.

Bringing Blaine closer to his body he reached with the hand hooked under his legs towards the plastic wallet. He reached for it, his fingertips touching the edge of it before it swung away. Reaching further on the second attempt he was able to grab the edge of it and force it more towards his hand. With this hold he was able to get it into a good position in which he could open it, the only problem was the rooting inside and searching for the map. If he had thought about this earlier then he could have done this in the tunnel, cursing himself he looked around for anything that he could lean on or put Blaine down on so that he could look through the plastic wallet freely. When he saw nothing he felt anger build up slightly, his stomach becoming a little heavy with emotion.

"Im sorry Blaine," he said with a sigh as he dropped to his knees the toxic smelling water soaking into his jumpsuit the cold sending a shiver up his spine. Slowly he placed Blaine down in front of him feeling guilty that when Blaine woke up he was not only going to be in pain but feel damp and cold. The release of Blaine weight made him feel as though he was as light as a feather, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it just for a second before letting his focus go back to the task at hand. He put the torch under his chin clamping it down so that he had nothing in his hands. He wrapped one arm around Blaines waist to make sure that he didnt slip into the water more than he had to and used his free arm to search out the plastic wallet which, thankfully, was stilled tied tightly around his waist.

The wallet floated on the water where he knelt trying to float away towards the current, struggling as the string that tied it to him held it back. Picking it up he gave it a few shakes trying to prevent as much of the water falling inside of it when he opened it. He flicked through the content surprised at how much detail Blaine had actually gone to, there were house names, locations where the credit cards would be sent to, and even places they could go. It took him a second look through to find the map, it was smaller than he thought it would be. It was blue, like blueprints for a building but only mapped out the sewers for the prison. For the first time since the riot he let a small smile play on his lips, he could see the exit to the sewers on the top right corner of the map. He was sure that it almost glowed, but that might have just been his imagination.

Orientating the map according to the boxed room he was in he made out that he was on top left corner of the map. He knew this because the box was labelled cafeteria which he assumed was just above him. He knew the prison well enough to know that it seemed about right. But even so it looked like because of the way that the sewers were built he would have to go down before he could go across towards the exit anyway. Looking around his map he quickly made a route in his mind. He would have to go down until he got to the next box room, that one looked bigger on the map than the one he was in and had showers written above it, then he would have to start making his way across through the sewers below the gym, cells (which covered several boxes dotted around the sewers) and finally the staff rooms. After that all they had to do was head back up to the next box and that should have another tunnel that lead a couple of miles away from here and come out into a lake. Well thats what Blaine had was on the other end of the sewers anyway, back when they were digging the hole. Hed asked if he could swim and luckily he could swim just fine.

Making sure that the plastic wallet was zipped back up tightly he let it go, sending it back to floating towards the current. Tightening the on Blaine he pulled him towards him before wrapping his free hand under his knees and lifting him from the ground. It was a struggle to get standing, his leg giving slight protest but he pushed himself harder and managed to get back to his feet. He just avoided getting the map wet which would have been a disaster, he gripped it tight in the hand by Blaines head making sure that it was clearly visible for him to read. Dropping the torch softly onto Blaine stomach he reached out for it with the hand from under Blaines legs. He managed to grab it and turn it towards the tunnel, sending a dull glow cutting through the dark like a knife.

Looking towards the tunnel he sighed and walked towards it. He kept central of the tunnel to ensure that he didnt touch any of the slimy moss on the walls and anything else that might be on it. The glow seemed to dull a little as they entered the tunnel, like the darkness was too strong for it and was swallowing it bit by bit. He edged forwards keeping Blaine as close to him as possible, mostly for his own comfort and also because he couldnt see where he was walking and it would numb a little of the impact for Blaine if he fell.

Taking a deep breath in he noticed how thick the air was down here, and was definitely not meant to be consumed much by humans. There were pipes that ran along the walls of the tunnel like snakes, the creaked and grumbled as if they were a monster hiding in the darkness, he tried to blank it out by humming softly to himself.

He look a small glance down at Blaine, he was a little worried that he hadnt woken up already. Surely most people have woken up by now. The only reason he knew that he was alive was because he could see the rise and fall of his chest. He pulled him closer and carried on forward the water making it a little hard, pushing his legs through with every step felt like it would be to walk on the moon.

He just hoped that everything would turn out ok, Blaine would wake up soon and they could get out of there without getting caught, or they would have to face the consequences.