A/N: Hey guys, your reviews make my day. Seriously.
And no, I have not been playing Cough Syrup and Fly/I Believe I Can Fly on replay. I don't know what makes you think that. XD
And I most definitely have NOT been listening to those while watching a .gif of Quinn.
Sorry, I'm not sure how that kind of weapon works, so I did my best. I researched it, but didn't find anything I found particularly useful. You'll understand.
OH MY GAGA THIS CHAPTER IS OVER TWO THOUSAND THREE HUNDRED WORDS. HURRAH!
Anyway, ENJOY AND REVIEW PLEASE!
I woke up to feel an excruciating pain in my head, so powerful I almost couldn't open my eyes. Almost.
My eyes open to see nothing. All there is is blackness. I try to remember how I got here, or what's going on, but even simple thoughts make my head throb. I groan and try to rub my eyes, but quickly notice that I am tied up somehow. All the pain seems to leave for a second as I shake furiously, hoping to break whatever restrains me. Soon enough I realize that I'm belted down everywhere.
The pain comes back with a vengeance and I cannot stifle a cry. Suddenly a lone light is turned on from above me, illuminating the room. Although my sight is blurry, I can see that I'm in some kind of basement. I'm belted to a chair by my hands, feet, neck, thighs, and waist, and there's some kind of disc on my head. In a corner I can see a door, but I know attempts to reach it would be a waste of time when I'm tied down so thoroughly.
"Good morning princess. You've been sleeping for over a day, so I thought we could have some fun now." the man says. Memories of the attack flood my mind at the sound of his voice. I turn to see him standing in the opposite corner of the door, not wearing his ski mask anymore. I'm not sure what scares me more: his comment, or that he doesn't seem to think anything of me seeing his face. That never ends happily in shows, even though I've already agreed that my experience will be nothing like you would see on TV.
The man walks over to me with some kind of remote in his hand. I want to figure out what it is, but my head is hurting so badly. "What's that?" I moan.
He smiles and shakes the remote. "Oh, this? Nothing... nothing really." He hits a button that sends an unbearable amount of pain throughout my body. Electrocution. I whimper and the man laughs, "That was the lowest setting."
Another button push and the pain is even worse, feeling like every part of my body was on fire. "Like my little creation? I got this baby from a prison, then fixed it so I could control it's currents." I subconsciously cry out in pain, which makes him stop. I'm gasping for breath like a fish out of water, glaring at him all the way. This only seems to get him more excited, though, and he hits the button again. I immediately yell out this time, as the current combined with my head wound becomes to much. I lose control of my mouth and continue to yell, not exactly screaming, but close to it. The pain is incredible, and just when I think I can't take it anymore, he stops.
My head lulls as I gasp for air again. He grabs my face, bringing it back upright. "Can't have you sleeping yet, now can we? Is that what your boy-toy would want?" he smirks. All thought process stops as I realize, Blaine isn't here. I'm both relieved and frightened by the thought, but mostly relieved. The man can't hurt Blaine anymore. Somehow the sarcastic part of me finds his way free, and I cannot help myself.
"I don't think he'd want me locked up in a basement, either." I growl. I'm slurring a bit, but my words are coherent enough. The man glares at me with a vicious look in his eye.
"Keep you're tongue. Wouldn't more pain, would you?" I try and shake my head, but he presses his button once more. The pain from the currents and my head become more than I can handle, and my body slumps into the chair as he laughs.
The beeping of a machine brings me back, but the bright lights keep my eyes closed. I just lay and try to figure out last night. I remember Kurt... (WHERE THE HELL IS HE?), but know that if I can't even open my eyes I cannot be of any help. I remember Karofsky, but the rest is a blur. I can feel bandage on my head and my thoughts are running more smoothly. Unfortunately all this does is plague my mind with images of Kurt lying bloody, beaten, on the floor. Where I could not help him. Guilt overwhelms my senses as I realize that the man must have taken him, my Kurt. I cannot bring myself to think of what he's doing to him, but my mind subconsciously relays images of what could be happening.
I feel a tear stream down my face and hear a gasp from somewhere near me. "Blaine? Are you awake?" Karofsky whispers.
I slowly open my eyes, looking at the floor because it is the least blinding. "Kurt." I mumble. from the corner of my eye I see a huge figure (Karofsky) jump up and leave. I let my eyes continue to get adjusted, and by the time Karofsky comes back with a nurse, I can look around the room.
"Hello there Blaine, how are you feeling?" she asks as she checks my IV's, my heart monitor, and such. She reminds me of my mother, with the same smile she used to wear. Her dark hair is pulled back into a bun, and the occasional gray lets me know that she's older, despite the lack of wrinkles on her face. All and all, I feel I can trust her.
"Kurt." I manage.
She gives me this sad look and nods her head slowly. "The police said something about a Kurt. I'm sorry sweetie, I don't know anything about him."
My heart dropped and I looked to Karofsky, but he seemed to be avoiding my eyes. "Karofsky?" I plead.
Instead of answering he keeps his gaze at the ground and shakes his head. I can feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. I bite my lip and try to will the tears away, but I can't control them. My nurse sighs and leaves, while Karofsky sits on the chair closest to mine. "They searched a bit, but they had to wait until twenty-four hours had passed. Now they have a full-on investigation, but the dried-blood trail stops-"
I gasp and start crying harder. Dried blood. Investigation. My Kurt is injured and gone. I want nothing more than to hold him in my arms and tell him how everything will be okay, but I can't. A surge of anger runs through me as I remember the man. He stole Kurt. Who knows what this-this bastard (such undapper thoughts, but I don't care right now) is doing to Kurt. Images are still plaguing my mind.
My rage switches from the man to the police. Maybe if they had searched earlier, they would have found something. I mean, obviously there was a blood trail, so he didn't just sneak off. Twenty-four hours is a stupid time to wait. How long have I been out? I turn to Karofsky. "How long?" I ask, jaw protesting with every move. I hope he can understand what I'm asking.
"You've been out for a full day. I found you early Saturday morning, and it's now Monday." Karofsky replies. My eyes widen, but I can't say anything before a person runs into the room.
"Blaine? Oh my god, you had me worried sick." Rachel yells, and I wince away from her voice. I didn't even think about my family (BAD BLAINE), but I guess I was more focused on Kurt. I guess she sees me wince, because her face grows soft. "Hey, I didn't mean to scare you." I can't help laugh at that, but it comes out as more of a groan because it hurts too badly. She always did treat me like a puppy, not that I minded.
With that my fathers (adopted parents) walk in and start cooing over me, saying how worried they were and how sorry they are that they let this happen. I shake my head, trying to tell them that it's not their fault. They just keep talking and I smile, remembering when I was first adopted.
I sat on my bed and stared at my hands all day, wondering what it would be like to have a whole new family to live with. Tear stains are down my face as I remembered the Sadie Hawkins dance, and my parents reaction. They were the reason that I sat here. I wished countless times that they would come and get me back, apologizing for ever leaving. I wondered what my life would be like if I were the straight son they always wanted, or if they had accepted me. But my family was gone, and hopes were worthless. They couldn't take that I was gay and had left me.
I put my head in my hands as more tears fell freely down my face. Before long I could feel a hand lightly on my arm. I jumped and pulled my hands down, to find a girl around my age staring into me. She had long brown hair and huge brown eyes to match. "What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes warming.
I bit my lip and sighed. "My parents abandoned here." I omitted the gay part in fear that she would flip like my parents did. She just smiled sadly and shook her head.
"Why someone would do that? I mean, you don't look like a bad kid at all." she ranted softly.
"I am a bad kid though. I'm gay an-"
Her eyes lit up and she smiled profusely. "COME HERE!" she squealed, grabbing my arm and dragging across the building I've been too upset to investigate. We stop just in front of two men filling out paperwork. "This one!" she exclaimed at them, shaking my arm violently. The men just laughed and smiled at me.
"He's not a dog, Rachel." one of them commented, and she immediately let go of me. I began to smile too: I could tell that I fit in like I should in a family.
I'm smiling at myself as my fathers continue to coo, only now they're backing away from me and saying it more awkwardly to themselves. I glance at Rachel who's trying to calm them down, noting how much she's changed. Now's not the time to dwell on family. My smile fades and I can't help the tears that are streaming down my face again. I miss Kurt, so much.
Everyone in the room falls silent once they see I'm crying. That only lasts for a second before my dad's worry comes back with a vengeance, asking what's wrong or if I'm in pain. I want to answer, but I can only form one coherent thought right now.
"Kurt."
Everyone is silent once more, and I can see Rachel dabbing at her eyes. Karofsky is nowhere to be found (I'm guessing he fled the awkwardness), and my dads are just solemnly looking at each other. For once I'm jealous of their partnership, they are both still standing tall and together. I wonder what Kurt would be like if he were here, flipping out over how this was his fault (as I repeatedly told him it wasn't) and trying to help me through everything. We should be at school right now, texting through our least favorite classes, and gossiping about our classmates. Instead I'm stuck in this bed and Kurt is gone.
"Maybe I should get the nurse." I hear somebody whisper, and relief floods through me. Sleep would be a safe-haven compared to the pain I'm feeling. I feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest, making even breathing a hard task. My body's aflame from the movements my sobs are creating, and I find myself excited that the nurse is back.
She sticks a needle in my IV which makes the pain subside. I smile as I fall into a familiar nothingness.
A/N: Why do all my chapters end with either Kurt or Blaine passing out? I do not know. If it bothers you please let me know in the reviews. Once Blaine is able-bodied again, this shouldn't be too much of an issue for him.
REVIEW PLEASE. I almost couldn't update today but those review made me want to.
