"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"
Those words echoed through Finn's mind like they had been screamed in a cave. That's how it all began, the mess he found himself in with Blaine. He should've kept his mouth shut this one time, just sat back and let things take their course but no, he just had to play the leader. He had only been looking out for the New Directions, they needed his strength to guide them, didn't they? He only wanted what was best for the group, which was NOT just welcoming a former rival into their midst. They had done so with Jesse St. James and it nearly cost them everything. Now he stood, staring down a monster. Blaine had him pinned against cold, hard granite, his utter strength just too much for Finn to combat. Blaine had straddled Finn, baring his teeth and giving Finn a glance over.
"What did you call me?" Blaine seethed, a harsh edge undertoning the words, sending shivers down Finn's spine. He was really regretting opening his mouth.
Finn was defiant, he put on a tough front, a futile attempt to show Blaine he wasn't afraid of him. "I called you a fucking freak!" He practically roared as he tried to lift Blaine off of him using his body, only causing a friction between them. Finn's efforts awarded him but two things, pangs of pain shooting throughout his body and a massive erection from his crotch rubbing against Blaine. Now is not the time to be popping boners Finn thought to himself. He met Blaine's eyes with a ferocious look, hoping to intimidate the boy.
Blaine smirked, cocking his head sideways. He could feel Finn's pulse under his fingertips, like galloping horses. He could hear every pump of Finn's heart, a fast, rhythmic pace, reminicint of an African tribal song. It aroused Blaine, the scent of fear, the thrill of the kill. He tightened his grip on the boy's wrists, grinding them into the concrete floor causing Finn to wince in pain.
"Ooh." Blaine cooed "You really should be nicer to me Finn, it just breaks my heart." Blaine was playing his games, his tone similar to a father lightly scolding his child. "You wouldn't want to break my heart, would you Finn?" Blaine's pupils darkened, at first Finn thought it was his mind but soon, even the white in his eyes had turned a pitch black.
Finn squirmed against the smaller boy's grip, trying desperately to escape. "Help!" He screamed, helplessly trying to draw attention from someone, anyone. His voice was hoarse and almost unrecognizable after a few cries for help. Subconsciously, he knew it was futile, no one could hear him in this part of town. The streets were deserted, a ghost town of sorts at this hour. "Please don't kill me." He begged, trying not to make eye contact with the soulless oblivion Blaine called eyes.
"Oh Finn, don't be silly. I have something far more fantastic in mind." Blaine said slyly before he licked his lips and make a mad dash for Finn's exposed neck.