A/N: Short angsty chapter but i hope you guys like it. More up soon :)

Thanks to Shelly for being amazing :)

Chapter 4 - Blaine

Lips rough against his, nails scraping down his skin making his body shiver towards him. "You know you want me baby, It's okay." His voice so soft, so silky, Blaine felt sick. "Just relax baby." Blaine shook his head, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Don't want it." Blaine sobbed, trying to push the rough hands away from him.

"No. You do. Daddy isn't here, I'm looking after you." Lips against his neck, Blaine tried to push away from him, but he was stuck. He was being held in place by such strong arms. He was too weak to move.

"Please Uncle Dean. I don't..." He sobs, but the hand over his mouth stopped him from calling out for help.

"You sure we won't get into trouble?" He giggled. Blaine frowned as he tried to remember the boy's name. Blaine wasn't too surprised at how easy the boys in this place were to manipulate. All he had to do was look at one of the boys as he was watching television, give him a knowing look and walk into the bathroom stalls, only a few minutes later to be followed in.

"We won't." Blaine hummed, moving so he was backed into the corner, the boy pushing himself onto him. "Tell me you want me." Blaine whispered as his hands tugged at his zipper.

"Want you." The boy panted, his hands fumbling awkwardly at Blaine's hips, it was clear that he was inexperienced, but Blaine didn't care. The boy was hard and that was all he wanted. "Please Blaine." He whined.

Blaine leaned in and kissed him, mainly to shut him up, but also because he needed to feel something. Anything. Awkwardly, the boy began to grind his hips against his, all Blaine could focus on was the surprisingly impressive length of him rutting against him. Sinking to his knees, Blaine pulled the boys legs against him more, wanting the feeling that he was trapped in the corner to take over. "Tell me to please you."

"Huh?" The boy frowned, gasping when Blaine pulled his trousers down. "Please me." He said shakily. "Do...Do that."

Blaine growled against him and took the hard, leaking cock into his mouth. He sucked it hard and slow, wanting to get this over with. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to control the situation, he was supposed to be over powered, he needed to be backed against the wall roughly. He needed to be called a slut, needed to be called a whore, needed to be a whore. How else would he know that he was wanted?

The boy didn't last long. Blaine would have been generous if he said that he lasted more than two minutes. With an embarrassed thank you, the boy ran out of the bathroom, Blaine rolled his eyes when he thought he heard him giggling. Blaine sighed and sat cross legged on the floor, his body folding in on itself.

The nightmares were back. He had let his guard down and the nightmares were back. He was stupid to think that he could relax enough to fall asleep in front of someone. Waking up to the look of horror on Kurt's face, the look of of shock, and shame, and pity. Blaine hated that look. All he wanted to do was wipe the smug look off Kurt's face and show him that he's not weak, he's not pathetic like he thinks he is. Once Kurt had seen him, he had run out of the library and ran straight to someone who he could thought could help, only to find out that he did nothing but make his mouth feel dirty. Sighing, Blaine stood up and washed his face, he rinsed his mouth out, groaning when he could still taste the bitter taste of the stranger he had pleased. He walked out back through the corridors and to the common room, he would find someone who could show him where his room was and then he would hold up there until he had to leave again. Right now he didn't want to see anyone. Especially Kurt.

Blaine lay on his bed and looked around his new room, it was simple; it was horrible. A bed. A set of drawers, a chair, a desk, and that was it. He wondered how anyone could possibly get better when they were forced to stay in a room like this. Blaine pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed his dad's number, sighing when it went straight to voice mail. So much for his dad always being there for him. Hanging up at the tone Blaine threw his phone on the side, he pulled his pillow from behind his head and pulled it over his face, screaming against the itchy fabric wanting it all to end.