"Is it the police?" Kurt asked.

"It could be, Im going to sneak out and check," he said and started too moved slowly move out from under the bed only to get dragged back under again.

"Kurt, what are you doing?" Blaine whispered.

Kurt didnt let go of his arm. "Dont go out there, what if you get caught?"

Blaine looked to the floor. "If I get caught then you are to stay under the bed and you better not come out," and as he ended his sentence he freed his arm and shuffled out from under the bed before he could say anything.

He crawled slowly across the ground, making his way through that maze of beds. He stopped before he reached the door.

Listening to shouting, trying to see how close whoever was there were. It sounded like they were on the first floor.

Blaine crawled to the door, opening it a little and poking his head out looking both ways down the open corridor. There was no one there.

He crawled out, going straight to the edge looking down through the glass barrier.

His heart sank it, wasnt the police it was just the gun men fighting about something.

He turned around heading back into the furniture store, crawling back towards the bed. He didnt see the man who was following close behind him.

"Where are you going?" The man asked and Blaine stopped in his tracks slowly turning to see who had caught him. Hoping with all of his might that it wouldnt be-.

"Simon".

"Hey, I told you that this would happen, I also said that if you ran that I would find you," Simon said walking towards him and grabbing him by the arm pulling him up.

"Please dont," Blaine said trying not to sob.

His heart was beating fast, and he was thrown down on to one of the bed and Simon climbed on top of him, straddling him.

He started to struggle, pushing at the larger man but it didnt do any good.

Simon just grabbed both of his wrists pinning them above is head. He wanted to scream, but he was too scared to.

Simon made sure that he could hold both wrists in one hand, so that he had a free hand.

He used that one to go a Blaines belt again. He wanted to close is eyes and think of something different, like he was kissing Kurt again, but he couldnt.

His eyes widened with fear as his belt loosened and then was tossed on to the floor.

"Youre beautiful, do you know that?" Simon spat with lust and Blaine stomach churned.

He ignored him, looking back over his shoulder to see if he could get a glimpse of Kurt to make sure that he was doing what he had said.

He couldnt see him from the angle he was in, but he stayed that way for a moment just trying to forget.

He felt a hand run up his shirt and it brought his attention back to what was happening.

"Please, s-stop," he said his voice catching with the grief of what was happening.

Simon leant his head to the side with fake sympathy. "And why do you think I would do that?" He asked his hand exploring his body, rubbing his body, moving down to his crotch.

"Because youre a disgusting faggot thats why," another voice filled the room and Simon eyes when wide.

He climbed off of him and Blaine rolled off the bed grabbing his belt, putting it back into his jeans and tightened it up.

"What the fuck do you think youre doing Simon?" One guy asked walking towards Simon a finger-pointing accusingly at him.

"Nothing," Simon replied his eyes flicking around the room.

Blaine took his first look at the people who had just walked into the room. There were three people and they were just about standing in a triangle formation. It was the guy in the middle that had spoken out and had saved him, even though he used vulgar language.

He was tall, brown short hair and look around 40 years of age. The others looked similar but they both looked a lot younger than the guy in the middle did. He suspected that he was the leader.

"Get the hell out of here now," the guy in the middle yelled and Simon left the room looking at the floor. Blaine could almost see the look on Simons face, like he was upset that he had got caught, but had no remorse for what he had done.

All eyes were on him now and he sat on the floor where he had tightened his belt.

"What should we do with him? Shoot him?" Another guy said taking a few steps towards him.

Blaines heart skipped a beat, he didnt want to die.

"No, he might be useful, leave this one," the first guy said walking towards him placing a hand on his shoulder squeezing it.

"You better not run though kid, you stay here and if we need you well come back for you. Also, if we come back and youre gone, we will find you anyway and we will shoot you," he said and Blaine nodded in understanding.

After that they all started walking out of the furniture store giving him evil looks.

Blaine sat down the edge of another bed pulling is head in his hands. He wanted to scream and cry but he wanted to check if Kurt was ok more.

He got up walking towards the bed that Kurt was under sitting, not going back under but sitting by the side of it.

He didnt want Kurt to get caught if they came back and found them under the bed together.

And then he let the tears roll down freely his face.