Blaine had been staying with Joel for a few weeks now and his life had been crazy.  There were so many people who came to the door always wanting to talk to Joel or Benjamin.  Blaine never knew who they were or what they wanted, after his talk with Joel he had not asked.  Which doesn’t mean to say he didn’t want to.  But Blaine would keep his word and stay out of trouble.

Blaine woke up one morning, the sun from the small window besides him shining into his eyes.  But that wasn’t what had awoken him.  There was someone shouting at the door. People often came to the door, many of them often shouting, but Blaine recognized this voice. He had been the person who came to see Joel the day Blaine got here. He had been here more than any of the other callers, however Blaine had never actually seen what he looked like. Every time Blaine heard the voice, he would always ponder whether to go and see who it was or not and by the time he made a move the voice had gone.

Blaine wasn’t going to let this visit pass. He quietly slid his legs out from under the duvet and let them fall to the floor. He pushed himself up with his arms silently and crept towards the door, he quickly turned the handle and realised it was locked. Blaine looked around the room in search of the key, he spotted it on the bedside table next to Joel’s empty bed and leapt forward to grab it. Once he had it he flew back to the door and silently slid it into the key hole and turned it. He let the door fling open and Blaine rushed towards the hall before the voice had time to get away.

Blaine walked quickly towards the front door not wanting to the let this chance to see who the man was slide. He was a few feet away from the door and could see Benjamin standing there getting push around by a tall, beefy man. Blaine stood still rooted to the ground in fear. There was someone behind the beefy man. This man was smaller and looked less fierce but in his left hand he was holding a gun. He wasn’t pointing it anywhere but Blaine knew that if Benjamin said something wrong then it could be the end of him.

Blaine stood there not knowing what he should do. He didn’t want to get involved with these people. Joel had been right, he should just stay out of trouble.  Blaine couldn’t just stay there and watch Benjamin get pushed around. Blaine didn’t even know if Joel was in the house.

The larger man had now pushed into the apartment and was holding Benjamin up against the wall. Blaine had no idea how no one hadn’t seen him yet but Blaine took it to his advantage and ran forwards and grabbed the tall man by his back and pulled him off Benjamin.

Benjamin fell to the floor in a heap, dead to the world. Blaine realised what he had just done when the man turned around and gave him a menacing look. The man lurched forwards and pulled Blaine up by his collar. His feet were barely touching the floor.

“And who are you then little boy?” The man spat.

“I-I’m Blaine”

“Well Blaine, you better wish you didn’t do that”

“Well I don’t much appreciate watching you hurt my friend” Blaine argued. Finding his confidence to fight back out of no were.

“Well I don’t much appreciate you answering me back little boy, so you better shut up.” The man shouted, dropping Blaine back to the ground.

“Now where’s your friend Joel, I need something from him?”

“I don’t know. You’re not hurting him though I won’t let you.” Blaine said, moving so he was blocking the man’s entrance to the rest of the house.

“What are you going to do about it kid?”

Blaine realised the smaller man was still standing at the door. He still had his gun but didn’t look like he would use it unless he was forced. He looked almost as scared as Blaine felt.

“You can’t hurt me little hobbit just look at yourself, so I suggest you move out the way squirt, before I get my friend over here to make you.” The man shouted, pointing the smaller man by the door.

Blaine didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to let the man in, but he didn’t want to take his chances and try and fight with him.

“Hey, Rick come here we need to teach this kid a lesson.”

Blaine realised what he meant by lesson but it was to late to change his mind now. He would fight it out, he was good at boxing, he could win this thing.

Rick appeared from behind the beefy man looking timid and scared. His hand shook as he raised his pistol, pointing it at Blaine.

“So it’s your choice youngster you can move and let me get my money from your friend, or you can stay here guarding him and get yourself killed.”

Blaine looked into Rick’s eyes, he didn’t look like the killing type but Blaine was never that judgmental of people and he didn’t want to take his chances.

“I-I’m not moving.” Blaine said. A little voice in the back of his mind was screaming at him to run but Blaine was loyal. Joel had protected him and Blaine would do the same.

“Well, we have a fighter here then Rick.”

Rick looked nervous and kept shooting looks in all directions.

“What are you waiting for?” The tall man shouted at Rick.

Rick slowly raised his arms and made his aim.

Blaine looked into the small man’s eyes. Silently begging him not to do it. But there’s no remorse of the wicked. Blaine mentally prepared himself for his inevitable death. Trying to review his whole life in just the few seconds, he had left.

Blaine tried to remember all the good time that had happened in New York, like when he first moved here and went to see every single musical, or when he had seen the statue of Liberty for the first time.

He remembered all the good things that happened at high school too. Like when New Directions came first at regionals or when he had his first solo.

He remembered the first time he met Kurt and they had become friends. Why was Blaine remembering Kurt now?  Blaine didn’t know why, but for some reason he wanted his last thoughts to be of Kurt. They had so many special memories together and although Blaine never admitted it, he missed Kurt and regretted not getting to speak to him one last time.

Blaine took one last look at Rick and squeezed his eyes shut waiting for the blow of the gun.