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Blaine-POV
I knew I crossed many lines in asking. But honestly I don't care. My blood was boiling in anger. How could anyone hit an innocent person? Especially Kurt!
Kurt and Rachel gaped at me.
"Thank you for the offer but, I don't want to be a burden." Kurt says to me. "Or a charity case." He glares at Rachel.
"Thank you both for your concern but as I'm sure you heard, it's over. He's gone." He says. I catch a tone of reluctance. Is he trying to convince us or himself?
"Not up for debate. I know I'm nothing less than a stranger but it seems you don't really have a choice." I challenge.
"I promise I'm not a serial killer." I add to lighten the mood. I hear a muttered "that's what they all say." I smile. "My house isn't far. Its a two story, three bedroom, two bathroom. There's one of me. You and your daughter are welcome to stay at least the night." I bargain. He sighs. I know I've won.
"Just for tonight." He caves.
"Slumber party!" I say as obnoxiously cheery as I can. The effect is amazing. Kurt laughs. Not chuckle. Laughs! And it's breathtaking.
"Directions?" Rachel asks. I rattle it off.
"That's on the way to our apartment. We can stop by and grab you guys some clothes." She says glancing at Kurt.
"I know Belle's left clothes there...but I don't think I've left anything..." He says.
"Finn." Is her short reply.
"Unless you have any more of Finns high school clothes, Which I highly doubt." He huffs. She glares at him.
"Someone's in a mood." He sticks his tounge out at her childly. My heart soars as I choke down a chuckle.
We make it to Rachel's apartment within the next 10 minutes.
"It shouldn't take long, I'd leave Belle." Rachel says opening her door. Kurt grumbles and opens his door. I hear a gasp. I look at Kurt's chalk pale face staring at a black truck parked in the driveway.
"Dammit! How'd he know!" Rachel screeched. I was lost. "Kurt? What's wrong!" I asked worriedly approaching him.
"Drake." Is his only response. I feel everything clicking into place. Drake was here. In the house.
Kurt shakes his head.
"Rachel, take a drive with Belle and Blaine. Come back in an h-" Kurt starts, I refuse to let him finish. "Not happening. I'm staying." I cut in. I get a pleading, done look. "Please Blaine." He whispers. I've never heard him so broken. It throws me off. Was this the same sassy, know-it-all that was in the car 3 minutes ago?
"I'm sorry. But I refuse to let you put yourself in danger, again. You've been through enough tonight." I put a hand gently on his shoulder. He huffs and looks to the midnight sky, as if searching for answers. "Fine. But promise you won't do/say anything. Even if he tries to provoke us." He asks. "I promise to do my best." I answered. I'm not known for patience. And this "Drake" was wearing it thin already. Without another word Kurt starts toward the door. Finn pulls up. "Stay here. Watch them?" I hear Rachel tell him. He catches on quickly. I run up to the now open door. This should be fun.
I open the door and find an enraged Kurt and man. Drake. He's slightly taller and more built than myself with dirty blonde hair and dark eyes. He'd be intimidating to the average bystander. But not me.
"You really thought you could walk away from me! From us! You thought you could take OUR daughter from me!" He says advancing on Kurt. I move forward. A warning glare from Kurt stops me.
"I didn't walk away. I told you, one more slip up and we are done! What happens? I come home to a fire with MY baby inside! Where were you? Outside watching it burn!" Kurt bellows. It's enough to make me flinch.
"It was an accident!" Drake exclaims.
"Accident? Accident! Annabelle could be dead right now!" Kurt screams.
"But she's not." Drake points out.
"Because I ran back inside! A stranger had to help me save my baby who YOU should've been watching! She is first priority! Over everything!" Kurt hisses. Damn he was scary.
"Over everything! That's the problem! Ever since YOU wanted her, WE have been having problems. I thought she would bring us together! She's TEARING us apart!" Drake states. Kurt shakes his head.
"You did that on your own. We ended when you struck me." Kurt says wrapping his arm around himself. I make out a quiver in his form.
"And we're back to THAT! It was an accident!" Drake is now standing in front of Kurt. It takes every bit of myself control to stay planted on the other side of the room.
"I'd NEVER hurt you baby. I love you." Drake says running the back of his hand against Kurt's cheek. He flinches. I snap.
"Dont touch him!" I spit. He looks at me and to my relief drops his hand. Kurt relaxes slightly before looking at me. His face a mixture of "thanks" and "shut up".
"And you are?" Drake hisses. I don't like his voice. Its snide, wheezy. Or his face pinched features with a wide jawbone and beady eyes. Maybe, I just don't like him.
"Blaine Anderson. Responding unit for the unexplained house fire between 2nd and 3rd on Park Ave. Would you now anything about it?" I threaten walking closer.
"Is that a threat?" He barks. He dodged. He knows something. I shrug my shoulders. I'm now within punching distance. How my hand clenches.
"I don't take well to strangers, especially those around my family." he slips an arm around Kurts waist. Kurt shudders and cries. His back!
"His back! You're hurting him!" I cry worried. The bastard tightens his grip pulling Kurt closer.
"He didn't say anything." He looks at Kurt. "Did you babe?" It would sound like concern but I hear the warning. Kurts the puppet, Drake the master. I feel sick.
"Please Drake. Let me go." He whimpers. There's a double meaning behind those words. Drake looks surprised! He looks from Kurt to me and back again. Anger sets in.
"Youre cheating on me!" He accuses Kurt. Kurt looks petrified. "No! Drake! I wouldnt ever-" A slap fills the room. He. Did. Not.
