As usual,
Mmack1026: Hehehe, I won't leave you like that, don't worry ;) This one is really going to be angsty. And well... let's see who will have to do the saving... though i'm guessing they both will? I'm so glad you knew me through the A Long Race trilogy, because that was my best work for sure! Everything has gone down significatelly from there XD Thank you so much!
Mildlifecrissis: I'm so glad you liked it! And well, yeah, I thought I would give them a nice romantic beginning, considering how much I'm going to make them suffer from there XD. Oh, and Sebastian and Puck are going to be there, don't worry. Yes, a lot of saving each other is going to be involved in this one! Thank you sooo much!
Blamsturbation: you don't know how happy it makes me to hear that my action scenes are good, I always found them so cheesy and meaningless! And well, of course Blaine and Sam are really in love with each other, six years is nothing for them XD Thank you so much!
THEMoDePo: I so love your enthusiasm! :) I'm glad you liked knowing about their background; I was not meaning to include it, just to mention something, but it went on and on... In fact, I loved it so much that I'm thinking about writing that story when this one is finished XD I hope I was fast enough! Thank you sooooo much, darling!
A/N: Wow! What a fantastic response I got! Thank you so much, you all!
CHAPTER 2
Blaine remained with his arms around Sam's head –his own head as crouched as he could– in a protective embrace until the sound of falling glass stopped around them. Then he slowly risked lifting his head to look around and saw how they were still alone on the aisle, although he could tell there were more people on the place, because he had heard a couple of yells accompanying the shot, and now he could hear someone crying and the rustling of clothes of someone apparently running.
Blaine slowly let go of Sam from where they were sitting on the floor and turned to look at the shoplifters, both of them with guns on their hands now.
"Idiot, why the hell did you do that?" the robber who seemed less dangerous yelled at the one who had shot. "Everybody will have heard it"
"Relax" the other answered, sounding as if he was having a good time with it. "My gun has a silencer, you know it makes much less sound like this. They will just think that a window broke. It could have happened for a million different reasons"
The other didn't seem quite convinced from where Blaine and Sam were standing.
"Ok, everyone" the robber that had shot, and was clearly the leader, said aloud so everyone would hear him. "We just want the money. Everybody stays down and quiet and you won't have any problems. You don't want to discover what will happen if you make me angry"
"I don't think they've seen us" Blaine whispered in Sam's ear.
"You're right. We should hide somewhere and see if we can get out of here through the emergency door at the back when it's safe"
They looked around quickly, trying to determine a good place to hide and that they could reach easily. When he thought he had found a solution, Sam took Blaine's hand and they silently squatted to move towards the end of the aisle, where Sam pushed Blaine behind another freezer and then he went behind it himself.
"Ok, take this bag" they heard how that awful man threw a bag to the cashier. "And fill it with everything you have. And don't make any more silly moves or next time the bullet will go through your brain"
As the cashier diligently obeyed with his task, Blaine turned to Sam and cupped his cheeks to lift his face and see how he was.
"Are you alright?" Blaine whispered to him, clearly worried about his boyfriend's welfare.
"Yes, yes, I'm okay. What about you?" he asked back, really looking at him and discovering a trail of blood on the left side of his face, coming from his forehead and already reaching the collar of his thin jersey. "Oh my God, you're bleeding!"
"Am I?" Blaine answered, as he brought his hand to the point on his forehead Sam was looking at and his eyes widened in surprise at seeing his fingers covered in blood. "I must have gotten cut with the glass"
"Here, let me get it" Sam told him worriedly, as he used the bottom of his open shirt to press on the wound on Blaine's forehead, not giving a shit that both his shirt and the T-shirt underneath it were getting soaked with blood, and unintentionally made Blaine hiss in pain. "I'm sorry, love, but it's bleeding quite a lot and we have to stop it"
"It's okay, don't worry" Blaine tried to reassure his partner, who was holding the cloth over his forehead with one hand and gently caressing the top of his head with the other. "How are we going to get out of this?" Blaine asked, more rhetorically than waiting for an answer.
"I don't know" Sam answered, gravelly.
"And everyone start taking off your jewels, watches, wallets, phones and all your valuables" said the other robber, as he started walking down the aisles, collecting the things belonging to the other costumers scattered around the supermarket.
"Do you think people will have heard the shot from outside?" Blaine asked, practically soundless so Sam had to read his lips.
"I don't know. As much as the gun has a silencer it sounded pretty loud to me, but I don't know if it could be heard from the outside. We can't trust for anyone to help, we have to do something" Sam answered as he lifted the cloth from Blaine's forehead to check how it was, and he was relieved to find it had stopped bleeding already.
"Maybe we should just wait for them to go" Blaine suggested.
"And what if they don't go so easily? Or they take some hostages with them? Or decide they don't want to leave any witnesses? We don't know how much of a killer these two are, we can't take the risk"
"But what can we do?"
"I'll call the police with my cell phone" he said, taking the phone out of his pocket and quickly dialing the emergency number. He put the phone on his ear, ready to talk, when Blaine grabbed his arm and pulled it down.
"Wait!" he whispered.
"What?" Sam mouthed, and Blaine signaled with his head the presence of the robber very near them.
Sam didn't take the risk of speaking with the man so near them, so they waited until the man started walking down the next aisle away from them.
"Please, we need help" Sam started when he supposed the man was far enough, as he needed to speak a little louder so as to be heard. "We are being held hostages in a robbery in..."
"Jim, there's a guy speaking on the phone there, can't you hear him?" the robber waiting for the teller to fill the bag yelled at the other one.
When Blaine realized they had been discovered and the guy named Jim was coming towards them, he quickly had another idea and grabbed his own phone, pressed Sebastian's speed dialer button and put it back on his pocket so it wouldn't be noticed, hoping the rustling of his clothes wouldn't muffle the sound of what was happening too much.
Jim reached them very quickly and pointed his gun at Sam's head.
"Are you calling someone?"
Sebastian and Puck were sitting on the terrace, waiting for their friends to come back with the charcoal. Neither one of them felt much like talking to the other, because they were starting to feel bad about their stupid argument that had sent their guests out to solve it. Then Sebastian's phone started ringing, so he grabbed it from the table and looked at the screen to see it was his best friend.
"It's Blaine. I hope he is not calling to say they didn't find any charcoal" he informed Puck. "What's up, Killer? Don't tell me you haven't found it, please" Sebastian asked as he picked up the phone, afraid his barbecue was going to be a complete failure.
However, he got no response from the caller, and all Sebastian could hear was the characteristic sound of a phone going off on its own in someone's pocket.
"What is he saying?" Puck asked, curious.
"Nothing, I don't think he even knows he's calling me" Sebastian answered, but just when he was about to hang up, he heard a voice he didn't recognize yelling at someone to drop his phone or they would get shot. "What the hell...?"
"What?" Puck asked, seeing the confusion on his roommate's face, but Sebastian made a move with his hand to keep Puck from talking and kept listening to the sounds on the phone until he recognized Blaine's familiar voice, but with a fear in it that made it completely different at the same time.
"Sam, please, do as he says" Sebastian heard Blaine urging his boyfriend and rapidly understood what was going on.
"Holly shit" was all Sebastian could say.
"I told you to throw your phone away!" Jim insisted.
Sam sighed annoyingly, realizing he had been very close to telling the police where they were, but he had not made it. And on top of everything, he and Blaine had been discovered, so their hopes to escape had disappeared now that they were going to be watched.
"I will not tell you again!" Jim insisted, pressing the barrel of his weapon to Sam's head.
"Sam, please" Blaine pleaded desperately, and it was that what made Sam gave in to the robber's demands, so he threw the phone to the floor, away from him.
"Now you two, out of there" he said, grabbing Sam's shirt to make him stand up. "I want you where I can see you, it's plain to see you can't be trusted"
"Don't touch me" Sam told him curtly, slapping his hand away from him. "I can make it on my own"
"Will you please stop that?" Blaine scolded him with a whisper as he also stood up. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"We were so close to telling the police what was happening" Sam answered as they followed the robber to the front of the supermarket, feeling very disappointed about not having been able to contact the police.
"We might have managed to do it anyway"
"How?" Sam asked, intrigued with what his boyfriend meant, but before he could obtain an answer, Jim got tired of their whispering.
"You two, you better shut your mouths or I'll shut them for you, is that clear?"
Blaine threw Sam a meaningful look to keep him from answering back, and they both sat down on the floor where the robber told them to, while he kept pointing at them with his gun to avoid any strange movements.
The other robber looked at them, as if trying to decide if they were going to be a problem to them or not.
"Hey, what happened to that one?" he asked Jim, when he saw all the blood on Blaine's jersey.
Jim turned to him, as if waiting for an answer directly from him. Blaine turned to Sam before answering, but he knew it was not wise to make them angry.
"A glass from the broken window fell on me and cut me on my forehead"
The robber on the check out just laughed, apparently very amused with the situation. Sam just gulped when he realized he was a total lunatic, so he was probably going to be even more dangerous than he had initially thought.
"Seems like it's not your lucky day, eh?" he asked rhetorically, but Blaine didn't answer this time. The robber then turned to the cashier, and impatiently yelled at him. "Are you done with the bag yet?"
"Yes, yes, it's here" said the frightened teller, handing the bag to the robber.
Suddenly the sound of approaching sirens filled the street outside. The raiders' faces turned white at the realization they were not going to be able to escape as easily as they had originally thought.
"That's your fault!" Jim said, grabbing Sam by the collar of his shirt. "You called them!"
"Yes, I called them but you heard me, I didn't get to tell them anything!" Sam tried to defend himself.
The robber knew that was right, and he also knew he had taken their phones from all the people in the shop, so it was impossible that any of them had called. Except...
"You" he signaled at Blaine. "Do you have a phone?"
Blaine knew if they discovered his phone, that would still be on line if Sebastian hadn't hung up, they would get very angry, and they would probably hurt him or, worse yet, Sam. So he remained silent.
"I asked you a question!" he said, grabbing Blaine by the back of his neck and forcing him to stand up.
"Hey, don't touch him!" Sam said, trying to stand up too, but the robber wasn't in the mood for any nonsense and punched Sam right in the face, sending him back to the floor even before he was able to get up.
Blaine had never been a violent person, but seeing his boyfriend being treated any less than lovingly awoke in him a fury he was not used to and, before he knew what he was doing, he had thrown the hardest punch he was able on the guy's chin, sending him a couple of steps backwards, years of practice in boxing turning out to be very helpful. He was going to go for more when he felt the pressure of a gun on his cheek, and heard Sam gasp in fear for him.
"Looks like we have a couple of heroes right here" the other robber, not moving his weapon from Blaine's face, told them sarcastically. "It's the last time I warn you, you try to do something like that again and I assure you you'll regret it"
"Luke, see if he does have a phone" Jim insisted, bringing his hand to his hurt chin to rub it.
The robber called Luke searched Blaine's pockets, and it was not difficult for him to find what he was looking for. He looked at the screen, and a wicked grin broke in his lips when he saw it was still in the middle of a call. He pressed the red button to end the call, still grinning in a terrifying way, and then all of a sudden his expression turned to fury and he threw the phone aggressively to the floor, breaking it instantly.
"You're going to pay for this" he told Blaine menacingly, all trace of a smile in his face gone.