Blaine woke and slowly opened his eyes. His head was throbbing with pain.

He could only just remember what had happened.

He squinted; all he could see was bright light. Was he dead?

He brought his hand to his head, feeling around for blood. He found it on the left side of his forehead, it was wet and sticky on his fingers and he wiped it off on his shirt.

His vision started to come to him, starting to come out of the blurred mess that it was in.

He was in a room, it looked like an office. It had a desk with a computer and a home phone on top of it. The desk was facing him rather than the door which he found strange but he just assumed that security normally worked here. The wall of the entrance and the door was made out of clear glass making it easy to see through.

His vision had fully recovered now and he could see that there was no way out of here. Even though the office was rather small, he was sat against the back wall and there was only one way out which was guarded by two men.

But even before then he would have to get through the man sitting at the desk. The man in the middle, the man in charge.

The throbbing in his head died down. He moved his head from side to side testing his limits.

"Youre awake," the guy at the desk said and he took a quick glance towards him before directing his eyes to the floor.

"So whats your name?" The guy continued and Blaine said nothing.

The guy growled and angrily stood up from behind the desk making him flinch.

"I said, whats your name?"

Blaine thought about what to say, he had to say something or he would get the shit beat out of him, but ideally he didnt want to say his real name. The trouble was no other name was coming to him, his mind was blank.

He was taking too long. The guy went to pick something up on his desk with fury.

"Blaine," he said finally. He didnt think that it matter too much.

"Blaine? Well I guess you couldnt make that one up," the man smiled smugly.

Blaine wanted to get up and slap that smile right off of his face but he held back. If he got up to quickly he probably would faint again anyway.

One of the guys knocked on the window and gestured for the man at the desk to come outside.

He gave him one last smug look and then walked to the door, opening it and stepping out.

The group of three discussed for a while, taking glances in at him every so often. Probably sealing his fate.

He closed his eyes wondering what Kurt was doing at this moment. Being safe he hoped, but he doubted it from what he grown to know about Kurt.

He opened his eyes when heard the loud sound of someone tapping on glass.

They were all facing him now, gesturing for him to come to them.

He slowly pushed himself up off the floor, using the wall to stable himself as he started to feel dizzy.

Once he had got himself standing he waited a few seconds letting his body get used to it before walking towards the door.

They opened it for him as advanced and he walked out. He looked around as saw that they were still on the floor of the furniture store. Though, it was in the opposite corner and he could only just make it out from where he was standing.

They shoved him forward making him walk forwards, he did as he was told and then one of the men grabbed the clothing on his left shoulder.

They all started to walk forwards, towards the stairs in which he and Kurt had some up earlier that day.

They got closer to furniture store and Blaine looked at the window as something caught his eye.

Kurt was at the window, crouched behind the window. He wouldnt have spotted him if he wasnt looking.

Though, his eyes still widened and he had to keep himself from gesturing to go and hide somewhere safe.

They turned the corner and Kurt slipped out of sight. He was lead down the stairs and then towards the front door.

He knew what was coming; his mind flickered to all of the things that he loved. Wanted to recreate them in his mind before they were gone forever.

Suddenly they stopped.

"Wait here," main guy said and kept on walking forward towards the door.

"Im going with him," the other guy that wasnt holding him said turning to follow him.

"Behave," he said looking at him and turned, following the main man as he walked away.

The man holding him looked around before pulling him towards a bench. They both sat down.

They were sitting there for about five minutes before one of the men came running back.

"We need you dude," the guy said. The main guy must have sent him back. He got up still clinging on to Blaine.

"No he said leave him," he pointed to Blaine.

"What? What the hell am I supposed to do? If we leave him hell run," the guy said a little panicked and he even sounded a little frightened.

Hell yeah I will, Blaine thought even though if he had the chance he probably wouldnt.

"Fine tie him to the bench with these," he said bringing out some cable ties from his back pocket.

The knelt him on the floor by the leg of the bench, putting his hands around it before tying the cable tie on and tightening it.

Blaine gasped at the tightness and both men laughed. He gave them a glare as they walked away.

He pulled at the cable tie, if not to get it to break then to at least loosen it.

He gave up and sat down, taking a look around the mall.

He looked back towards the stairs, he wanted to go back, back and decide not to come out and see of the cops were here.

He looked away. But something made him look back.

His heart leaped and he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Kurt was standing there, at the bottom of the stairs looking at him. Risking his life.

"What the hell are you doing?" He whispered. He wasnt sitting too far away from the stairs so he was sure that Kurt could just about hear him, but he had to be cautious as he didnt know how far the men had actually gone.

"I said that I would get you out of this," Kurt whispered back, proving that he could hear him.

"No Kurt dont, theyre going to kill me and if they see you, theyll kill you too," Blaine said starting to pull on the cable ties again.

"I cant just leave you to die Blaine," Kurt said tears in his eyes.

"Its ok; please just go and hide," Blaine said trying not to cry but knew that he was going to fail.

"Its not ok, I wanted to get to know you," Kurt had tears running down his face now.

"I want to get to know you too," he replied letting the tears flood down his face as well.

That was when Kurt ran forward towards him.

"Kurt n-". He was cut off by Kurts lips on his, he closed his eyes, the kiss was only for a moment but it was amazing.

He kept his eyes closed a little longer after Kurt had pulled away; trying to savour the moment, but when he opened his eyes again, Kurt had disappeared. He looked around trying to spot him but he was gone.

Just in time to as two of the guys came back. They both had masks on now.

They both smirked; he could tell by the way that their mask crinkled. "What are you crying about?" One laughed. He looked up; it was the one that had been holding him that had spoken.

He said nothing.

They didnt seem to care either. The one that had been holding him came over and cut the cable tie with a pocket knife before hoisting him up by his shoulders.

Then once again he was being led towards the front entrance.

It came into view and so did all of the police and the many people who had huddled far from the doors, stopped by the police tape. He could see though it was dark outside, the police or someone had put lights out so they could see around the area.

They were all looking this way so they must have gotten their attention somehow.

His heart began to beat faster, as they stopped him a fair amount of distance from the door.

The main guy was standing nearer to the door; he was wearing a mask too. He was clapping and laughing like this was all a game, it probably was to him, a big game.

They pushed Blaine on to his knees facing sideward on to the door so that all of the people outside got a good view.

Blaine took a quick look around him, all of the edges where the shops were had turned pitch black. Like the darkness had swallowed them, like it was about to swallow Blaine.

The main guy walked towards him waving the gun around, flicking it around in his finger so the police got a good look at it before he pulled the trigger.

He was a still quite far from him when he raise the guy towards his head. He moved around him so he was facing him, looking into his eyes.

"Bye Blaine," the man said almost smiling, the gun pointing at his forehead.

Blaine closed his eyes.