I OWN NOTHING!

A/n: Based on a serie called Chosen. Even though I'm still mad about the end of season 2, I still wanted to give it a go.

Summary: Based on Chosen - Blaine used to be a normal teenager, student, boyfriend, son. Until one day he opens the door and a little girl gives him a brown box and changes his whole life. Klaine.


- Mysterious Box -

Chapter 1: First Target


"Could you open the door for me, Blaine? I'm kinda busy."

Blaine smiled friendly as he answered the older male politely. "Sure, Mr. Hummel."

He walked to the hallway and towards the door. Now that his parents are out of town for a few weeks he'd arranged to stay with the Hudmels for a while. Of course, there were the usual rules and Blaine definitely didn't sleep with Kurt in one room, but it was much better than being alone is his home.

Blaine opened the door and smiled at the slightly blushing young girl in the doorway. "Are- are you Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine frowned but nodded his head. "That's me. Are you okay?"

The girl sniffed and ignored Blaine's question. "I... I... – here. It's for you." She finished quickly as he pushed the box in Blaine's hands and ran away. Blaine barely saw the kid climbing into a black van and running into – Blaine could only assume her mother's – waiting arms.

He laughed unbelievable as he walked inside with the box pressed to his chest. As soon as the door closed behind him he knelled down and opened the mysterious box.

His eyes scanned the picture that was placed in the box. He frowned as he picked it up.

Sven Blue

09-01-2014 / 2:15

Sidney, Ohio, United States

The guy seemed to be in his thirties and he had a friendly face. Without a second thought Blaine turned the box upside down and his heart beat sped up when his eyes caught the object on the ground. He'd only seen one of those in the movies before, but right now the gun was placed right in front of him.

He couldn't move. Damn, he could barely breath.

Was he..- ?

Was he supposed to... - ?

No.

"Blaine! Your phone's ringing!" Blaine put the gun and picture back in the box and closed it as he carried it with him back to the living room.

"Blaine Anderson's here."

"You have – three days – ten hours – forty minutes – to kill – Sven Blue."

Blaine threw the phone on the ground and fell down on the couch in shock. He could feel Burt's questioning eyes burning on him, but he ignored them.

He swallowed deeply and closed his eyes.

He was screwed.

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"Hey, kiddo! What's up, bud?" Blaine blinked rapidly and couldn't form any words. He considered showing Burt the content of the box, but decided to stay still.

Blaine shook his head as he reached for his phone on the ground and put it in his pocket. "I- I need some air." And that's all he said before he left Burt alone in the living room.

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"He hasn't said anything in a while and he's just been staring at that box of his." Burt explained to Kurt, who went shopping with Mercedes, and Carole as they both first laid eyes on the staring boy outside. "I figured he needed some time on his own, but you should probably go talk to him."

Blaine's been in the garden for nearly half an hour, playing with their neighbors cat, but most likely trying to avoid questions. He's been repeating the situation in his head several times by now, but it never became any better and it sure as hell never made more sense.

"Of course."

The minute Blaine heard Kurt's voice from inside he rose to his feet and practically ran back inside the house where he embraced his boyfriend like he hadn't seen him in weeks, when truthfully it had been a few hours. He held him tight like he'd held the box only minutes ago. Nearly a minute later he noticed his wet cheeks and he embarrassedly cleaned them with the back of his right hand. "I love you so much, Kurt." Blaine barely whispered, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"I- I love you too, Blaine. What's wrong Sweetie?"

Blaine sighed deeply and without a word he walked towards the couch in the living room where he waited for Kurt, Burt and Carole to follow him.

He still didn't say anything when he opened the box and showed them the picture.

"What's..."

And the gun.

Silence followed.

Blaine was the first one to speak. "They said I have three days to kill him, Kurt. I- I can't... I'm not a murderer."

"What do you mean- they?" Carole asked slowly.

"The guy on the phone."

"This got to be a joke! You can't just tell people to kill someone!" Kurt argued surely as he inspected the male in the picture. "We need to call the cops."

Burt immediately reached for his phone and dialed 911. "Yes, my son has received a box with a picture and a gun... Wait what? Sir! Sir!" Burt angrily dialed the number again, but nobody picked up this time. "They don't pick up again."

"Wh-what did they say?" Blaine's voice was soft and uncertain.

Burt's eyes were wide as he answered. "He said that you have to play the game."


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Xxx Crissingirl123