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Chapter 22

Kurt wasn't sure how long he'd been kneeling on the motel room floor with Blaine held firmly in his arms.

He wasn't sure how it was even possible that Blaine could have any tears left to cry.

He wasn't even sure if the boy was still awake. Obviously exhausted from his emotional release, Blaine remained silent except for several gut-wrenching sobs which cut through the silence, each sending a pang through Kurt's chest, ripping his soul into thousands of tiny fragments.

Kurt wasn't sure if he should call an ambulance, or the police… or his dad.

All he was certain of was the fact that he'd lost feeling in his toes long ago. It was beyond the point of pins and needles; there was no sensation left at all.

He was numb.

And he couldn't even be sure if it was due to the lack of circulation to his lower extremities, or from the fact that seeing Blaine in such a horrible, vulnerable state had dissolved any assurance that everything would ever be okay again.

In fact, he wasn't sure of anything at all anymore.

Several more minutes passed without a sound coming from the tiny, frail boy in his arms and Kurt decided that it was time he took action. If he didn't wiggle his toes soon, he might never be able to again.

He slowly removed his hand from its position on Blaine's arm, where his fingers had been slowly drawing indistinct patterns into the back of the boy's bruised wrist and brought it up to support his head.

Kurt winced as he lifted Blaine's dead weight slowly up off his lap and pulled his legs out from underneath him, allowing him to sit directly on the floor on his rear end. As the blood began to pool back into his legs, the tingling sensation commenced and he released a deep breath.

He lifted the snoozing boy back into his lap, while still maintaining his iron-firm grip around Blaine's torso.

Now that he finally had him back, Kurt didn't have any intention of letting him go any time soon.

With Blaine's head nestled completely in his lap, Kurt brought his hand up and cupped the boy's cheek, gently running his thumb across his cheekbone and over his lips, removing a trail of salty tear tracks as he went. He continued to rock him, gently swaying to a silent lullaby, for several minutes until Blaine began to stir.

At first, Blaine leaned into Kurt's touch for the briefest of moments, before suddenly turning his head away from him and pulling back out of the embrace, cowering several feet away with his eyes squeezed closed and his hands up protecting his face.

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, shocked. "It's okay! It's me… Kurt."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Blaine repeated hysterically. He remained frozen in place, cowering away from Kurt and rocking slightly back and forth.

"Blaine, please! It's okay… please don't be scared. You're safe now." Kurt reiterated desperately.

Blaine looked as though he were possessed. His face was scrunched up tightly and his fists were clenched. His breaths came in harsh, ragged gasps and he still refused to open his eyes.

Kurt was terrified.

He didn't dare lean in and touch Blaine, but he couldn't possibly move any farther away.

The frightened teen looked so small and helpless, it was killing Kurt to watch him suffer.

"Blaine, please open your eyes." Kurt begged. "Please look at me!"

For the first time, it appeared as though Blaine heard Kurt's word, as he began violently shaking his head.

"No… Please… I-I'm sorry."

"Blaine, sweetheart… you have nothing to be sorry about. Please just open your eyes and look at me." Kurt risked moving forward several inches as he spoke.

It was as though Blaine sensed the intrusion and his respirations grew increasingly more labored.

"Oh god Blaine, please just look at me." Kurt was visibly upset by this time, with tears running freely down his cheeks.

Still the boy refused to move from his position.

He's having a panic attack. Just like at the house.

What did Carole do to help him?

"Blaine." Kurt managed to control his emotions enough to sound slightly calmer. "I need you to slow down your breathing."

No change.

I need to do something.

Kurt inched his way closer, speaking calmly and slowly as he got to within inches from the trembling form in front of him.

"Blaine. It's Kurt." He reminded. "I'm right here. I'm not going to hurt you, okay?"

Cautiously, he reached out both hands and placed them on each side of Blaine's face, slowly lifting his chin so they were face to face.

Blaine flinched, but did not pull away, his eyes remaining tightly closed.

Kurt took a deep breath, leaned in further, and rested his forehead against Blaine's, which was warm and moist from perspiration.

He closed his eyes and whispered.

"Blaine, can you hear me?"

His heart fluttered when he felt a gentle nod against his own skin.

"I need you to breathe with me right now, okay?"

Another tiny nod.

"Can you feel my breath on your face?"

Another nod. The trembling was slowing.

"Breathe with me, Blaine." Kurt paused, exaggerating his own deep breathing pattern. "In and Out."

Blaine took a hesitant breath, it stuttered between his lips.

"In… and… out…"

Kurt continued to hold Blaine's face next to his own, their foreheads still pressed gently together. He could feel that the trembling had all but stopped, and that Blaine was breathing in a much more regular and effective pattern.

"Good, Blaine. You're doing so well. Keep going."

Several more minutes passed with the two boys continuing this routine; Blaine working on his breathing with the constant gentle coaching from Kurt.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, gently pulling his forehead away from the other teen. "Will you open your eyes for me?"

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed, but he took a deep breath and nodded slightly before slowly relaxing the muscles of his face and lifting his eyelids.

He raised his chin slowly until his honey-colored eyes met Kurt's ocean blue ones, only inches away.

They stared at each other for an extended time, each afraid to move or speak.

"Y-you're really here?" New tears gathered at the corners of Blaine's eyes, but these tears were different.

They were not tears brought on by fear or shame, but of hope and comfort.

Kurt smiled through tears of his own and nodded.

"Yes, Blaine. I'm here."

They met in a new embrace. This one even tighter than the last, and filled with a positive energy that warmed both boys to their cores.

They remained locked in each other's arms for several minutes, sharing tears of relief before Blaine pulled away slowly.

"I thought it was a dream." He admitted. "I didn't want to open my eyes because I thought it would end and you wouldn't really be here."

Kurt's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh Blaine." He said, taking the teen's hand in his own and offering a sad smile. "I'm here, and you're safe now. You don't need to be scared anymore, okay?"

Blaine nodded hesitantly.

Several seconds elapsed before Kurt looked down and realized that he was still holding Blaine's hand, gently caressing circles over the back of his knuckles.

His gaze returned to meet Blaine's, and he could feel warmth flooding up his neck and into his cheeks.

Blaine offered only a partial smile but did not pull his hand away.

They sat on the floor for several minutes, fingers still enlaced together, until Kurt spoke.

"Can we move up to the bed now? My ass is numb."

The sound that came out of Blaine's mouth was not exactly a laugh, but more like a giggle mixed with a snort.

Kurt's eyes widened as he pushed himself to his feet with a sly grin. "What was that?"

"What do you mean?" Blaine questioned, a fraction of the contentment had slipped off his face. "What was what?"

"You snorted."

"I didn't!"

Kurt tilted his head doubtfully.

"You totally snorted."

The tiny smile returned to Blaine's face but he didn't say anything further.

Without warning, his eyes widened, he quickly yanked his hand away from Kurt and stood up from his place on the floor.

It was as though reality had come crashing back down.

'W-what are you doing here?" He asked, unconsciously taking a step back from where Kurt stood.

"I was worried, Blaine." Kurt said cautiously. He was shocked by Blaine's unexpected outburst.

"You can't be here." Blaine's voice cracked, shaking his head. "It's not safe."

"Blaine, I was worried about you." Kurt said. "You left my house by climbing out a window almost a week ago."

Silence.

"Why didn't you tell me that you lived here?" Kurt's voice was higher pitched than he'd intended. "Why did you lie to me?"

Blaine flinched at Kurt's words.

"I-I'm sorry." He stuttered. "I didn't… I-I couldn't… I didn't want you to know."

Kurt's heart sunk.

"Blaine." He sighed. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I just wish you would have let me help you."

Blaine looked at the floor in defeat. "How did you find me?"

'"I looked everywhere!" Kurt announced dramatically. "I went to the bakery and met Abby – she's a sweetheart by the way."

Blaine's eyebrows crumpled as he returned his gaze to Kurt.

What all did she tell you?

"Then I checked at the school and the library and everywhere else in town." Kurt continued. "Finally I went to Dalton, then I searched all the motels and hotels in this area until I hit the right one."

Wait, what?

"You went to Dalton?"

"Apparently I'm not cut out to be a spy." Kurt answered casually, picking a piece of lint from his sleeve.

Blaine was puzzled.

"Your friends are very… dedicated to that school and 'The Club', aren't they?" Kurt accentuated the words using air quotations.

The bushy triangular eyebrows on Blaine's forehead nearly disappeared under his hairline as he looked at Kurt in disbelief.

They told you about the fight club?

"Who told you about that?" Blaine whispered. "No one is supposed to talk about it."

Kurt's attention immediately fell back onto Blaine's concerned face.

Oh god, not him too.

"Nobody is supposed to talk about it." Blaine repeated. He looked around as though confirming that no one was within hearing distance.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

Oh Christ. Here we go again.

"Okay…" He threw his hands up into the air. "What is the deal with this club?"

Blaine remained silent.

"Is it some kind of nerdy Harry Potter thing or something?" Kurt asked incredulously. "Or a live-action role playing club, maybe?"

Blaine looked at Kurt in disbelief.

Seriously?

"Oh god, it's not some kind of fraternity thing is it? Like, where you make each other do stupid things while naked?"

"It's nothing like that." Blaine replied with a snort. "But I can't…"

"I know!" Kurt interrupted. "You can't talk about it! Trust me… I know the drill."

There were a few awkward moments of silence where neither boy knew what to say.

"Who told you where to look for me?" Blaine broke the silence. "Was it Nick?"

"He's worried about you Blaine. We all are."

Blaine grimaced.

I should have been more careful. He's not safe here.

"You should go home."

"What?" Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Blaine, I just finally found you. I'm not leaving you here."

"You have to go." Blaine said, getting up from the bed. "It's not safe here."

"Exactly! And that's why you need to come with me!"

Blaine looked shocked. "I can't Kurt. I need to stay here."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me right now? Did you forget what that asshole just did to you?"

Blaine's face lost all its color.

"How do you know about that?"

Kurt bit his lip.

Uh oh… shouldn't have gone there.

"You don't even know him." Blaine countered.

"Blaine! He almost raped you!"

"D-don't say that. He did not!"

"I don't believe this…" Kurt threw his hands up into the air incredulously. "You're defending him?"

"He's my boyfriend, Kurt." Blaine put his hands on his hips. "It's none of your business."

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped. "If he's hurting you, it becomes my business."

"He wouldn't." Blaine denied.

"He did!"

"That was my fault. I shouldn't have grabbed him like that."

Kurt's jaw dropped once again.

"Your fault? Blaine, are you even hearing yourself right now?"

"I should have known better."

"Oh my god." Kurt ran a hand through his golden hair in frustration. "I don't believe this."

"Sebastian is good to me, Kurt. You have no right to judge him."

"Good to you? That's being good to you? He threw you across the room!"

"I told you that was my fault. It was an accident."

"Is that what he tells you to say when people see all your bruises?" Kurt was growing increasingly angry.

"You're wrong Kurt. He doesn't hit me."

Kurt was speechless.

"Maybe he has pushed me a couple times, but I deserved it. It was my fault." Blaine continued, avoiding eye contact with Kurt who was looking at him with skepticism.

"You don't deserve any of this Blaine. He's not good for you. You deserve so much better." Kurt tried to calm himself and return his voice to a normal pitch. "You deserve to be loved and cared for."

"He does love me."

"And he shows you this love by throwing you around and trying to fuck you?"

There goes the calm demeanor.

"He takes care of me, Kurt." Blaine countered. "I was nothing when he found me at Dalton. Nothing. Just a scared little boy with parents who couldn't give two shits. Sebastian took me under his wing and made me strong. He taught me how to fight back. He started the… the club… and he let me in and he showed me what it meant to be a man. How to vent my anger and not back down. Something my father could never do."

Kurt felt sick to his stomach.

They've brainwashed him.

"All the guys from Dalton? The ones you met? They're all in the club. They're all running from something too. That's the whole point of Dalton isn't it? A place where everyone gets treated the same, no matter what they are." The words rolled off Blaine's tongue as though they'd been rehearsed.

"We all joined the fight club because it gave us an outlet. Somewhere we could channel our anger and beat the living shit out of each other so our parents and the bullies at our old schools wouldn't have to!"

Blaine's eyes widened when he realized what he'd said.

"Oh god. I-I…" His shoulders were heaving as he was out of breath from his rant.

Kurt didn't know what to say.

It made sense.

It was a fight club.

Blaine's bruises and broken bones.

Jeff's black eye.

The secrets.

The lies.

It made sense.

Blaine was backing away with his hands covering his face. "What did I do?"

Kurt stepped closer to him. "It's okay, Blaine…"

"No it's not!" Blaine interjected. "Do you realize what I just did? I just broke the first rule."

Kurt just stared at him, unknowing what to say or do.

"You do not talk about the fight club." Blaine's voice sounded mechanical.

The pair stayed quiet for a minute before Kurt stepped closer to Blaine and sighed.

"I'm not going to say anything Blaine. You're secret is safe with me, okay?"

"If Sebastian finds out…"

"He won't." Kurt reassured.

Kurt decided that it would be a good idea to change the subject. He chose the only thing he could think of on the fly that might reroute Blaine's current thought process.

"I met your dad."

Blaine quit pacing and his face instantly fell. He no longer looked terrified, but instead, completely crushed.

Kurt grimaced.

Ok, so maybe the daddy talk was a bit premature.

"I can understand why you don't like him that much." He offered with a tiny grin.

"Did he hurt you?"

"What? No." Kurt said quickly. "Well… he said some horrible things, but my dad kind of put him in his place."

"Your dad met him?" Blaine looked terrified once again. "What happened?"

"There was screaming. But no blood, so that a bonus."

Blaine looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I wish you hadn't seen that."

Kurt shrugged. "I figured he would be a prick, but I have to admit, I didn't see it being that bad."

"Did he at least ask about me?"

Kurt's heart dropped.

Ask about you? He sounded as though he'd be ecstatic if he never saw you again.

He didn't have the heart to tell Blaine the truth. That tiny bit of hope that had been weaved into his tone may well have been all that remained.

"We, uh… didn't get a chance to talk much." Kurt lied unconvincingly. "My dad whisked us away pretty quickly after things started to go south."

"Oh." Blaine sounded defeated.

So much for not shattering what's left of his heart.

"Are your parents mad at me?" Blaine whispered. "For leaving like that, I mean."

"Of course not." Kurt smiled, relaxing slightly. "They're really worried about you."

"I'm sorry for upsetting them. I should never have gone there in the first place."

"Blaine, you needed help. You were hurt really bad. I'm glad you came."

Blaine shrugged. "I should stop involving other people in my messes."

"We want to help you Blaine." Kurt sighed. "You just have to let us."

Silence.

"I'm sorry I stole your clothes." Blaine added numbly, several moments later. "I was going to give them back to you, I promise." He pointed to the desk where the pile of the borrowed articles sat neatly folded.

"You should keep them." Kurt smiled. "They look better on you anyway."

Another several minutes of silence.

Kurt looked at his watch. "We should pack up your stuff and get out of here. It's almost eleven. My dad is going to be freaking out."

If Kurt had seen Blaine suffer from an anxiety attack before, it was nothing compared to what transpired over the next several minutes.

If he'd been asked to describe it, only two words would possibly come close.

Pure. Panic.

Blaine's entire body went rigid and began to shake violently and his normally olive-toned skin lost all of its color until he was as white as a ghost. His honey-colored eyes were wider than Kurt had ever seen before and his breaths came only in pained gasps.

"Fuck." He quaked. "You have to go."

Kurt was mystified.

What the hell just happened? Was it something I said?

"Blaine…? What the…"

He was cut off as the teenager standing in front of him all but grabbed him and ushered him towards the motel room door.

"N-no. Y-you can't be here." Blaine stuttered. "You have to go. Please, you have to go."

"I'm not..."

"Kurt. Please just go. It's not safe. You have to go. Please just go!" He rambled.

Blaine's eyes darted around the room suspiciously and his hands were continually clenching and unclenching.

Kurt had never seen Blaine like this before. It was an entire new level of psychosis.

The past panic attacks seemed minor compared to the state the boy was in at that moment.

"I am not going to leave you here, Blaine." Kurt forced through Blaine's incessant rambling.

"You have to go. He's coming. You have to go!"

"Who's coming, Blaine?" Kurt's skin prickled. "Sebastian?"

"Kurt please!" Blaine begged, tears falling from his eyes once again. "Please, just go!"

"I told you, I'm not going to leave you here." Kurt tried once again to grab the terrified boy's hand, but Blaine pulled away.

"No. P-please just go." Blaine sobbed. "I'll be okay."

Kurt quickly reached his hand out and grabbed Blaine's before he could pull it away.

He turned it over, exposing the finger-shaped bruises that were now evident.

"This is not okay, Blaine." He said firmly.

Blaine desperately ripped his hand away from Kurt and pushed past him into the tiny dark bathroom.

Kurt heard the bathroom door slam before he could even turn around. He quickly padded across the carpet and leaned into the door.

"Blaine, come on." He begged. "Please just come out and talk to me?"

"Get out!"

The force of the harsh words, which echoed from behind the door, surprised Kurt.

"Blaine… I…"

"I said get out!" Blaine screamed hysterically. "Leave me alone!"

Kurt reached up and placed his fingers on the grungy looking doorknob and turned it counterclockwise.

It was locked.

Kurt's head fell forward in disbelief.

Of course it's locked.

It's the only thing in this place that actually works properly.

"Blaine, please" He begged again, leaning his forehead onto the door. "Please just come out and talk to me. Tell me what's going on…"

"Get out! You can't be here!"

Blaine was huddled on the floor, holding his arms around his torso and rocking back and forth with salty tears pouring down his face.

He hated to say those words.

More than anything, he just wanted to go home with Kurt.

He wanted to be safe.

But he was coming.

Soon.

Kurt had to leave.

It's not safe.

It's not safe.

"Blaine?" He heard from the other side of the door. "What are you doing in there? Are you okay?"

He just didn't get it.

It's not safe.

He's coming.

You need to leave.

Screaming at Kurt was obviously not working. He needed to step it up a notch.

"I don't want you here." He said numbly. "Go home."

"Blaine… you don't mean that…" Kurt sounded upset.

I caused him to sound upset.

I made him cry.

I did this.

It's my fault.

"Get out!" He screamed, pulling his clenched fists up and pounding on the sides of his own temples. "Get out!"

"Blaine…"

I have to protect him.

"I HATE YOU!"

Silence.

Blaine instantly regretted saying those words. He'd tried to avoid them because he knew they weren't true. In fact, it probably hurt him more to say them than for Kurt to actually hear them.

"Y-you don't mean that." Kurt was crying even harder now.

"Yes I do! Get out! I never want to see you ever again!" Blaine's heart was torn to shreds with each syllable.

He did want to see Kurt. He wanted to see him every day. Every morning.

Kurt was devastated.

How did we end up here?

Why won't he let me help him?

"Blaine. I know you don't mean that." It was barely more than a whisper.

He could hear the broken sobs from the other side of the door.

"I care about you." Kurt said, falling to his knees and leaning his forehead against the door softly. "I don't want to see you hurt anymore. You deserve so much better."

The words warmed Blaine's heart and he turned to face the door. He too positioned his body on the floor and leaned his head against the cold, splintered wood of the bathroom door.

Neither boy spoke a word for several minutes, but both could hear each other's breathing; their faces separated by only two inches of rotting lumber.

Finally after what felt like a lifetime of pseudo-serenity, Kurt sighed and whispered into the door.

"If it's really what you want, I'll leave."

No answer.

He closed his eyes in defeat and stood up from his position on the floor.

"I'm sorry Blaine." It was barely more than a whisper. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't do more."

The remainder of Blaine's heart broke as he squeezed his eyes shut, forcing more tears to cascade down his cheeks.

He heard Kurt take several steps away from the bathroom and he had to focus on his breathing to avoid throwing up when he heard the familiar sound of the front door being latched.

But not before he heard Kurt's final words.

"You don't deserve this, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine, still a soggy, sobbing mess, had remained seated on the floor of the grimy, dark bathroom for several minutes before he heard footsteps return outside the bathroom door.

Kurt?

He sat up instantly.

He came back!

He does care about me.

I should go with him.

I can't do this anymore.

I want to be safe.

He haphazardly stumbled to his feet, unlocked the door and ripped it open.

"Kurt!"

He froze.

That was definitely not Kurt.

"Hello Blaine."

Blaine immediately retreated into the bathroom, but before he could slam the door closed behind him, a large meaty hand pushed the door back open forcefully.

In his haste to back away from the intruder, Blaine tripped over the bathmat on the floor and found himself tumbling backwards into the grungy bathtub. His head connected with the faucet and a plethora of stars made their way into his line of vision.

Before he could shake himself out of his stupor, the intruder had stepped closer to him, grabbed him by the collar with two hands and pulled him unceremoniously to his feet.

"I said hello, Blaine." The gruff voice repeated. "It's not nice to ignore a friendly greeting."

Blaine frowned but said nothing. He averted his gaze to the floor until he felt the strong arms shake him violently.

"What do you want?" His voice was nowhere near as strong as he'd hoped for.

"Heh… you know what I want. I told you I was coming back tonight."

Blaine's stomach clenched.

No. Not again.

"I'm here to collect your rent payment."

Blaine struggled against the hands, but to no avail. He was too small and too weak against the much larger motel manager.

"No." Blaine said boldly. "Not anymore."

The man's dark eyes widened. "What did you just say?"

Blaine gulped.

"I said no. I'm leaving." He swallowed before continuing. "I won't do this anymore."

He'd never been so brave before. He'd never stood up for himself like this.

He just wanted to leave this place and find Kurt.

Kurt gave him courage.

Blaine braced himself for what he was sure to be a vicious beating.

But the hits never came.

It was actually quite the opposite.

The man laughed.

It was a harsh, awful-sounding laugh; there was no merriment what so ever.

Only a sadistic sense of pleasure.

"You're not going anywhere, Blaine." He scoffed. "You know that you can't leave."

Blaine's stomach clenched further as the man dragged him out of the bathroom and threw him brusquely onto the bed.

"Please, just let me go. I'll pay you."

The man backed away from the trembling boy on the bed and chuckled as he looked around.

"You'll pay me?" He scoffed. "With what?"

Blaine looked around the room, as if hoping the answer would magically appear right in front of him.

"You have nothing, Blaine. You're worthless."

The man traipsed around the room, snooping at the things on Blaine's desk until he came upon the stack of papers, which he threw up into the air. He chuckled maniacally as he watched them all fall out of the air around him.

Next he laid his arm across the desk and violently wiped everything onto the floor, causing several loud crashes, which made Blaine jump. The stack of textbooks laid splayed open on the floor and the pile of Kurt's clothes strewn about.

"You have nothing Blaine. Nobody wants you. You have nowhere else to go."

The man walked over to where the vintage guitar sat on its metal stand and picked it up.

"P-please don't take that." Blaine begged, moving to the edge of the bed. "It was my grandpas. It means…"

But he was interrupted as the man lifted the instrument above his head and brought it back down abruptly against the edge of the desk.

The neck of the beautiful guitar instantly shattered, leaving broken and splintered pieces all over the floor and strings sticking out wildly from every direction.

Blaine gasped.

"I don't want money, or some old fashioned guitar, Blaine. You know what I want."

He walked back over to the bed and pulled the dazed boy up and twisted him around roughly. His large arms wrapped around Blaine's torso in a grip tight enough to make Blaine's ribs protest.

He leaned in close and whispered into Blaine's ear "You know I always get what I want, Blaine."

Tears began pooling down Blaine's face and he struggled desperately against his captor.

"No… get off of me!"

The man ignored Blaine's objections and nestled his nose against the skin on the back of his neck.

"I thought you might not come back." He cooed. "I thought I was going to have to teach that dumb twink of a boyfriend of yours a lesson."

Blaine sobbed.

"But you came back. Like a good boy, you came back."

A pitiful whimper escaped Blaine's lips as the man placed a rough kiss on Blaine's neck, just under his left ear. His breath was putrid; smelling like cigarette smoke and alcohol. Blaine cringed when the man pressed himself closer and he could feel the hardness in the other man's groin press against his back.

The acidic taste of bile rose in Blaine's throat when he felt the man release one arm from around him and press his hand into his crotch, palming him roughing through his jeans.

"It took forever for him to leave." The man whispered. "What's his name? Sebastian?"

Blaine ignored him and focused his attention on trying not to vomit.

"That prep school fag might be upset if he learned that you've been fucking around behind his back."

Blaine's eyes widened as the words registered in his brain.

"Maybe I should tell him. He sure wouldn't want anything to do with your disgusting ass after that, now would he?"

"P-please don't tell him." Blaine begged. "He'll leave me"

"Leave you?" The man chuckled. "He's already gone, sweetcheeks. He doesn't give a flying fuck about you anymore. I thought he made that clear."

Blaine crumpled in the man's arms. "That's not true. He loves me."

"Whatever you say, boy." The man scoffed. "But that doesn't really matter, does it? I have some new playmates for you."

Blaine closed his eyes and wished for death.

"Remember them two hillbillies from the other night? They called again. They want to set up another… session… with you."

"N-no…" Blaine begged. "I can't do that again."

"They paid a lot of money for that, Blaine." The man sounded irritated. "If you do it again, maybe I'll even let you keep some this time. You can buy something nice for Sebastian. Christmas is coming soon you know."

Blaine snapped.

He began thrashing around desperately trying to release his hands.

"I don't want your money." He screamed. "I'm not doing that again!"

The man's eyes turned black, he snarled and then tightened his grip on the flailing boy.

"Stop fighting me! Don't make me tell Sebastian what you've been up to these past few weeks. I know where to find him in that preppy ass school of his."

"I-don't-care-if-Sebastian-knows." Blaine lied, struggling harder and harder with each enunciated word. "I am NOT doing that again."

A solid punch to the side of his head caused Blaine to instantly stop fighting. Dozens of stars danced before his eyes and he thought for sure he would be sick to his stomach.

"I told you to stop struggling you little brat." The man said. "Why are you refusing the inevitable? Are you still sore from him fucking you into the mattress last night?"

Red flag.

How does he know about that?

The man grinned an evil grin when he saw the confusion written into Blaine's features.

"You wanna know how I knew about that?" The monster said with a snarl.

He dropped Blaine to the floor in a heap and walked over to the lamp on the bedside table. He pulled the shade off the lamp and exposed a tiny black electronic device.

"I've been watching you, Blaine."

Blaine was stunned. And completely revolted.

How long has that been there?

"I like to watch you."

Blaine thought he was going to be sick.

"But you don't even like it, do you? I see how you cry every time he fucks you. But he never even notices, does he?"

Blaine began to sob hysterically.

"I bet that pale little faggot in the fancy clothes was hoping for a show while he was hiding in the closet. You let him down, Blaine."

Blaine looked up at the man in confusion.

What?

"I saw the whole thing. The way he snooped around your place earlier tonight while waiting for you to get home. I bet he didn't expect you to turn up with your boyfriend."

Blaine remained on the floor, silently confused.

What is he talking about?

"You're fucking him too aren't you? Was that the reason for the overly dramatic lover's quarrel?"

"I had to wait for him to leave before I came to see you tonight, Blaine." The man smiled before continuing. "You're turning into a real little cockslut aren't you?"

Blaine ignored the man's profanities.

The man grew angry at Blaine's lack of submission.

"If you don't want that prancy little bitch to join us, you'll stay here and do exactly what I say."

Blaine was still confused.

Prancy little…?

"What did he say his name was? Kurt?"

Blaine exploded up off the floor and attacked the man, flailing his arms around; punching, hitting and slapping any inch of flesh he could possibly find.

"Don't you fucking touch him!" He screamed, pummeling his fists into the man's chest. "I will fucking kill you if you touch him!"

The man grinned as he easily manhandled Blaine and pinned the small boy's arms at his sides, effectively subduing him.

"Sounds like I hit a nerve there, Blaine."

Blaine continued to fight the man with every ounce of strength he had remaining.

He tossed his head back and forth and kicked out his legs.

"I'm sure that fancy little fuck is still a virgin. I'd like to pop his cherry and fuck his tight little ass until it's raw." The man said, licking his lips. "And make you watch."

"Don't you talk about him!" Blaine screamed. "Leave him alone!"

The man smiled. He'd found Blaine's weak spot. Now he had regained complete control.

"Alright Blaine. I will leave him alone if you promise to obey me from now on and do everything I ask."

Blaine was vibrating with emotion. Waves of fear, anger, betrayal, and disgust rolled off his body, but he slowly stopped fighting and just went slack in the man's arms.

Did he really know where to find Kurt?

"Blaine?" The man questioned. "Do you promise to obey me?"

"You have to swear you won't touch Kurt."

"I won't touch your fancy little bitch." The man smiled. "Unless you don't obey me, in which case I will track down that fancy car he drives and I will murder him and his family. After I have my way with him of course."

Blaine almost fainted.

I can't let him hurt the Hummels. Not after all they've done for me.

"So… what will it be, Blaine? Do you swear to do everything I tell you?"

Blaine lifted his head and looked at the man with empty, devastated eyes.

And nodded.

"Good boy." The man cooed, patting him on the head. "I knew you'd see it my way."

Blaine was trembling uncontrollably as the man began to caress his face and neck.

"You're my good boy, aren't you?"

Blaine couldn't find it in himself to answer. He felt disgusting.

He'd just sold his soul to the devil himself.

"No one else gets to have you anymore." The man's voice had changed to a very possessive tone. "You're all mine."

He pulled Blaine over to the bed and sat him down before reaching into his pocket and pulling out three blue tablets.

"Take these." He said, offering them to Blaine.

Blaine hesitated before reaching up and taking them from the man's palm.

He looked up at the man warily as he brought his hand back down and his question was soon answered.

"Viagra." The man explained. "I've already taken mine. I need you to be able to keep up with me tonight."

Blaine's face crumpled, but he did as he was told and swallowed the pills.

"Take off your clothes."

Blaine closed his eyes as he silently reached up and pulled off his shirt, knowing full well the man to his left was watching his every move.

After several minutes of painstakingly slowly undressing, Blaine sat on the bed completely naked.

"Turn around on the bed and get on your hands and knees."

Still shaking violently, Blaine turned his head and looked at the man.

"You swear you won't hurt him?"

"You have my word."

Blaine swallowed the lump of doubt from his throat and climbed up onto the bed as instructed.

He began whimpering as he felt the cold, unloving hands slide up and down his skin.

"Shhhhh Blaine. I don't want to hear you cry."

He bit his lower lip, desperate to not disobey.

For Kurt. I'm doing this to protect Kurt.

Blaine heard the familiar sound of jeans unzipping behind him and he braced himself for what came next.

He knew that there would be no preparation.

No lubrication.

No condom.

There never was.

The man leaned forward over Blaine's back and pressed himself closer. The Viagra had obviously already taken effect and Blaine winced when he felt the hardness press against his backside.

Blaine clenched his fists into the sheets as he felt the man lean further over him and reach his hands up around the sides of his face and onto his neck. His fingers fit perfectly inside the now-faded bruises on his neck, which remained painted on his olive skin.

The grip of the hands on his neck tightened significantly as Blaine felt the familiar burning sensation begin below his waist.

It wasn't long before he felt himself grow hard. He cursed his body for betraying him, but knew that with the amount of drugs in his system, he didn't stand a chance in fighting it.

He closed his eyes and tried to force his brain and his heart elsewhere as he felt the oxygen depravation begin to overcome him.

Seconds before he was finally allowed to drift off into the welcomed darkness, Blaine heard two haunting words which he was sure he would never be able to purge from his mind ever again.

"You're mine."