Rach said you left over 4 hours ago, you haven’t been home. I just want to know you’re safe…I’m a little worried. Love you.

8 missed calls. 5 voicemail messages from: Blaine.

To: Blaine
From: Kurt
(11:04pm)
I’m fine. I’m in Lima for a while. –Kurt.

To: Kurt
From: Blaine
(11:05pm)
I’m so glad you’re okay; I was going out of my mind. When are you coming home? I miss you.

To: Blaine
From: Kurt
(11:07pm)
In a few days. I think you need to sober up and then we need to talk. –Kurt.

To: Kurt
From: Blaine
(11:08pm)
I told you, I’ve stopped drinking. I need to be myself when I’m with you. But yes, we need to talk. I’m sorry and I still love you, you know…so much. It’s killing me.

To: Blaine
From: Kurt
(11:16pm)
I know. –Kurt.

Blaine checked his phone again on Thursday morning, for the fourth time in ten minutes whilst he was getting ready for work. He gelled his hair, the way he knew that Kurt would moan at him for, he secretly hoped in the back of his mind that if he did all these little things Kurt might phone him to tell him to ‘put the gel down Blaine, people might actually think you’re wearing a helmet’ or ‘wear the darker jeans ‘cause otherwise your ass looks flat’ and then Blaine would pout and Kurt wouldn’t be able to resist but kiss him and squeeze his ass, reassuring him that Yes
Blaine, your ass is fine now go to work.

Blaine smiled at the distant memory and flicked the light, shut the door and locked it before heading downstairs from the apartment. He walked the small distance to work today instead of driving, he needed the fresh air and it was a beautiful morning, so why not? He approached the library within 20 minutes, and a feeling of disgust washed over him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and pushed the door open and walked through.

“Blaine!” a small female receptionist greeted.

“Hey Jen” he smiled, stroking her shoulder with his hand as he passed through to the “Staff only” door.

He walked into the staff room and pulled his locker open, throwing his bag inside and shrugging out of his jacket, tossing it on top of his bag before slamming the door. Jen walked in soon after and grinned at him.

“Tony’s letting me go early; he said you and him would be alright to finish the shift that okay?” She beamed.

Blaine paused before answering. “Yeah, yeah Jen that’s fine, I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Always do! See you, honey.” She said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before skipping out of the room.

That girl was always way too happy, Blaine thought, but he was glad someone kept the spirits up in this place.

A dark smell flooded the space around him, and Blaine heard a locker down from him creak open and the lump was back in his throat, he needed to get out, he needed Kurt and he didn’t want to be here, why did he come to work today?

“Hey Blaine, how are you doing?” a voice asked. Blaine turned back to his locker and slammed it, wishing for Jen to have waited for five more minutes.

“Good…good.” Blaine answered reluctantly. He turned towards the doorway, and grabbed a name pin from the shelf; he began pushing the pin into his shirt, falling short as his hand trembled. He felt another hand on top of his own, prying the metal pin out of his.

“I’ve got it,” Blaine said, but the hands didn’t move, they insistently tugged at the pin. “I’m fine.” Blaine jerked his hands away, and ran up the stairs out into the library, pushing the pin through; causing it to jolt into his thumb and a small bead of blood reached the skin as he fastened the pin. He cleaned it off on a tissue, scoffing at the pain and shoved the tissue into the bin under the desk. He dragged the chair forward and took a seat, arms placed onto the library desk. He glanced around the library. Empty. Hm, that was strange. He stood up and walked over to the door, making sure that it was all alright. He tugged on the handle, and it didn’t budge. He reached into his pocket for the keys and then sighed, remembering they were in his bag.

He turned back towards the desk and slipped back through the “Staff only” door, gulping hard but powering on down the stairs. He reached his locked when a dark chuckle stopped him from remembering his combination.

“Miss me already?” he laughed.

“Tony. Don’t, please.” Blaine’s voice was unbelievably weak.

“Oh come on, Anderson.” He moved over to Blaine, pressing his body into his side. “Live a little.” he whispered.

Blaine fiddled with the combination and snatched it open, gripping the keys from his bag and then slamming the door shut.

“Please,” his voice cracked and Tony laughed again, turning away and fastening his tie.

Blaine let a breath out, and darted for the stairs, taking two at a time just to get out of that room. He swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat refused to budge, it felt like a weight on his stomach that wouldn’t go away and he felt disgusting. He slammed the Staff room door and fell against it, letting his back hit it hard, not caring about the pain he felt or how much he hated his job. He hated everything, he hated not having Kurt there, he hated what he’d done and he hated that he was so fucking cowardly.

He stood up, and started towards the door when he heard the staff room door click shut. He didn’t turn around, his fingers shook with the keys and he fought to find the correct one when the blinds closed abruptly on the door windows. He turned instantly to see Tony stood by the window control panel, finger still pressed deep onto the button, a malicious grin etched onto his face. Blaine’s stomach dropped and he felt himself trying not to gag, the fear building up inside. He turned back hurriedly, flicking through the keys too fast, shaking too hard, breath coming too short and sharp and he felt his knees begin to give in as he gripped the silver master key and tried to press it to the keyhole when the lights went out.
He dropped them at the sudden darkness and fell to his knees, scrambling for the keys, scrambling for a way out.
He knew how this night ended and he didn’t want to stay around to witness it again, it was too familiar and it made him sick to his stomach. He felt a hot breath on his ear, and a palm flat against his back, he twisted and fell fully to the floor, just anything to be free of his hands.

“Come on, Blaine…we’re closing for a little while…” he whispered.

Blaine choked out a sob and pushed away as Tony’s hands gripped his wrists, pulling him towards him, but Blaine pushed back as hard as he could, wishing that somehow things might change and he could leave and everything would be okay. He let the tears wash over his face, but Tony’s grip on his wrists tightened and he could feel the friction burn on them, he could feel where the bruises would appear and his subconscious began creating excuses for how they got there. Maybe he’d say that he crushed them when he was carrying books and walked into a shelf, or maybe he could say he was dog walking for a friend and the ropes got too tight on his wrists. But right now, in this moment, the pain was destroying every hope he had of leaving without this today, every hope he had of making it home safe to Kurt.

Kurt.

Blaine’s mind snapped back when he couldn’t fight anymore, and Tony lifted him up, one hand instantly gripping around his waist and his fingers slipped through Blaine’s belt loops on his jeans. Blaine tried to push away, but as they passed the desk where he was sat just five minutes previous, Tony’s grip on his wrist slipped and he grabbed a bottle from the top and pressed it to Blaine’s lips, tipping it upwards. When Blaine resisted, he stopped and turned to face him, hand slipping from Blaine’s waist and cupping his neck, the strong hand and fingertips keeping his jaw in place as he swallowed the harsh liquid, he instantly recognised as vodka.

“Drink it, Blaine.” He spat. “Finish the whole thing.”

Blaine choked on the sharp drink and spluttered some as he forced his head forward, unable to drink anymore. Tears continued spilling down his cheeks and he gave up all hope of anything when Tony guided him over to the sofa. Whispering harsh comments into his ear, Blaine felt his muscles tense and everything was heavy, he felt like he should scream, the pain from his body becoming too much, too fast. What had happened? His vision blurred, and he felt his eyes dropping, the feeling of Tony’s fingertips pressing into his hips and then across his stomach to unfasten his jeans was intensified and he felt like he was going to collapse or never be able to breathe again. Blaine passed in and out of being able to register anything of what was happening around him.

“What-Wha-” he stuttered as his body began tensing.

Tony chuckled, and Blaine saw his face grinning between his too-long blinks.

“Found my little surprise did you? No running tonight sweetheart…” he whispered as Blaine felt him suck onto his neck, hand slipping into his boxers. Blaine tried to squirm away, but before he could build up any strength to speak again, he blacked out.

When Blaine opened his eyes, he heard screaming, and then his name… someone was screaming his name. He tried to force his eyes open, to tell them to stop yelling, he was right here…but then everything went black.

The second time Blaine came back around, he could hear a loud beeping. Too loud. It sounded like he was in bed with a fire alarm that he couldn’t turn off and he hated it. He tried to open his eyes, but as he did, the searing light scorched into his body, and he felt himself give in, everything fading to darkness.

When Blaine finally fully came around, he opened his eyes carefully, the slow beeping still there, but not as loud anymore. It was almost bearable.

“Blaine-”

A voice startled him, he didn’t particularly recognise it. He forced his eyes fully open to look at the person.

“It’s me. Nathan. I mean, I don’t know if you remember me but I was at Rachel’s party…I’m Finn’s cousin?” Nathan said wishfully.

Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but the slightest pressure made him gag, he leant forward and Nathan jumped up to pass him a cardboard bowl from the table next to him. He waited for Blaine to finish throwing up into it, and then he placed it back down, slumping down into the seat.

“You’ve been poisoned Blaine. Pretty bad actually, it’s been three days since it happened and…we were terrified you weren’t gonna wake up.” Nathan looked heartbroken, Blaine thought this was pretty weird…he’d barely spoken to the guy.

“I found you.” Blaine looked up at him, silently encouraging him to continue. “I…the side door of the library was open, and I had to come find a book for my course, and I could hear whimpering, but it sounded…” He put his head in his hands, avoiding Blaine’s eye contact.
“Fuck, Blaine it sounded horrible. I didn’t know what to expect when I walked around the corner, but I saw you, and… Him.” His voice cringed at the word. “I knew something was wrong. I know you’d never cheat on Kurt.” He looked back up at Blaine, Blaine’s eyes filling with tears. “Your eyes weren’t open, and he was tugging so hard on your clothes, he was… he was trying…” Nathan stopped talking; dropping his head back into his hands and Blaine could do nothing but watch the boy he barely knew cry for him.

“He was trying to rape you, Blaine.” He cried. “I didn’t know what to do…I hit him. I punched him first and then he grabbed the bottle off of the table and he held it back, screaming at me to get out. I ran. When I heard him put the bottle down, I ran at him with a chair. I don’t know what I was thinking but I had to get him off of you, I had to. I couldn’t-” He sobbed again, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry Blaine. I’m sorry what you went through. But he won’t, he won’t ever again. Okay.” Nathan looked directly into Blaine’s eyes as the tears silently fell down his cheeks. Blaine nodded harshly.