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"Call him." Kurt squirmed, but all it did was take the rope deeper into his skin. His captor watched him impatiently.
"N-No he doesn't need to be in this!" His voice was high with fear. His breath came in shot when a blow contacted his chest.
"Call your damn boyfriend, or so God help me…" he seemed to be fighting for control, "Listen here you faggot, this isn't your fight. We can dispose of you of you so easily…" he smiled, "Call your boyfriend or we're talking the garbage out." He pulled a gun and pointed it at Kurt's head.
The look in the guy's eyes told Kurt that the guy wasn't bluffing. Kurt flinched as it was cocked. He slowly nodded, as tears fell over his scratched face. A cell phone was roughly pushed into Kurt's shaking hand. He dialed the number and his eyes widened as the other line picked up. He couldn't do this! He couldn't just betray him like this! Not now, not ever.
"Hello?" His sweet, gentle voice filled the speaker. He sounded so tired, like he hadn't slept for days.
"B-Blaine…" Kurt stopped to fight the sobs back that threatened to come.
"Kurt? Where are you? Are you okay?" Worry and concern colored over his rushed tone.
"I'm at house 308 on River Park," Kurt repeated the words being mouthed to him.
"I'll be there in less than five minutes. Hang on, Okay?"
"Okay…" He hit the end button and felt the phone slip from his hands. He really just led his own boyfriend to his doom? He wished he could go back and take it away. But he couldn't. He was suddenly sick with guilt.
"Now we wait."
"Kurt? Are you here?" Blaine's voice filled Kurt's head.
"Answer him, let him join us."
"Y-Yes down the s-stairs," he ran down the stairs quickly and straight into the arms of two tall men. He struggled to get to Kurt, but it was no good. The men had tight grips on him.
"Kurt? What the hell is going on?" He looked hurt, which showed plainly on his face.
"I'm so sorry they…" Kurt cried out as the man kicked him in the lower stomach.
"What the hell? Don't touch him!" Blaine struggled a little harder.
"Keep talking, Mr. Anderson. We can't hit you, do to reasons. This is why we brought the boy into this. We figured we could get answers like this, because I know you don't want anything bad to happen to him."
"What do you want from me?"
"Answers," he left us alone with that one word.
"What the hell!" Blaine yelled. Kurt flinched and the tears came again. Blaine's face softened noticing Kurt's reaction. "I'm sorry." He walked over and quickly but gently untied Kurt bounds, not wanting to hurt him anymore.
"I'm so s-sorry…"
"Don't you ever be sorry. I'm glad you called me."
Kurt was taken by surprise at the calmness in his voice. He looked him in the eyes, "Why?" Why would Blaine want to be in this mess? Why would he want to be so close to death?
"Because I love you, and I don't want to see anything happen to you." His smile was pure.
"I love you too, Blaine." Kurt snuggled up to Blaine's chest. He fell asleep listening to Blaine Humming in his ear. If only he would have known he was going to wake up to pure hell…
I hope you enjoyed reading my fanfic. It's my first. Thanks for reading! :D