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Author's Note: Me finishing homework = you all get a new chapter. Yay!
Chapter 7:
Blaine was fast asleep when his phone vibrated, signaling a new call.
He didn't wake up until the final vibration, which alerted that a voicemail had been left.
When he grabbed it, his hand shook uncontrollably.
1 Missed Call - 3:30 A.M.
1 New Voicemail
He keyed in his password and pressed the phone to his ear. Then he nearly cried, because Kurt's voice...he was alive. Blaine didn't think he'd ever been so happy before in his life.
Blaine. a brief pause, then...Of all the times you don't answer your damn cell - Blaine laughed weakly, pressing the phone desperately to his ear. - I found my phone, it's nearly dead so please call me back when you get this. I'm - I'm not okay, but I'm alive. I-I'm so scared.
"Blaine?" he heard Jeff ask sleepily. "Are you - what's...?"
Blaine held up one hand to stop him, heart pounding.
I-I'm going to try to get away. Please - if something happens to me -
He heard a muffled sob and then the message ended.
"Blaine!" Jeff was out of bed in a flash, seeing his friend's sudden distress. Blaine was shaking, a hopeful smile forming on his tired face as he found Kurt's number and dialed it.
No answer. It went straight to voicemail. He tried again, but got the same thing. When the beep signalled for him to leave a message, he did.
"Kurt? Kurt, it's okay, I got your call, I'm so so sorry I missed it. Please please pick up or text me - let me know you got away, and I'll come find you. I promise."
He dropped the phone onto his comforter without a word, ending the call. Jeff sat next to him cautiously.
Neither of them spoke, but they both never took their eyes off of Blaine's phone.
It was dark out...and freezing.
Kurt bit his lip and clutched what remained of his ripped shirt close to his body. Maybe it really wasn't that cold...maybe it was just him.
He did feel pretty awful...but maybe that was just his injuriestalking...
He kept walking, trying to see details in the landscape to determine where he was.
It was definitely deserted...some sort of dense forested area, and he could see the highway in the distance through the trees.
"B-Blaine." he whispered.
"HUMMEL!"
He broke into a run, pulling his phone back out in the process, and turning it back on.
2 Missed Calls- 4:25 A.M.
1 New Voicemail
He put the phone to his ear and listened:
Kurt? Kurt, it's okay, I got your call, I'm so so sorry I missed it. Please please pick up or text me - let me know you got away, and I'll come find you. I promise.
He didn't text, he called Blaine, even though he knew it would drain what was left of the battery.
Pick up please pick up, Blaine...
When the phone went off, Blaine lunged for it, hitting the send button and putting it to his ear.
"Kurt?"
B-Blaine.
Kurt sounded out of breath, which made Blaine wonder for a moment, and then he realized: Karofsky had found out he'd escaped from wherever the countertenor had been held captive, and he was chasing him.
"I'm here, Kurt." he said, voice cracking. Jeff placed his hand on Blaine's back, rubbing gently. "It's going to be okay."
I can't outrun him, Blaine. Kurt groaned. I'm...he - he's been hurting me.
Blaine bit back a snarl, face distorting in rage. He wanted to kill the son of a -
"I'll find you, I promise. How much longer does your battery have?"
Not long...
"Okay listen, when you get a chance, hang up, and hide. See if you can get somewhere that's pretty easy to identify, and call me back. I'll leave Dalton and pick you up."
Okay. Blaine?
His throat felt dry. Jeff was over at the door, talking quietly to David and Wes, who shared the dorm next to them.
The line went dead. Blaine placed the phone on the top of the blanket, staring at it wordlessly.
"What happened?" asked Jeff.
Blaine was silent for a moment.
"Either he hung up, or his phone died." he looked at his classmate. "Jeff, if this works and he - he calls me -"
"Don't say if, man." Jeff bumped his friend's good shoulder. "He will. You wanna watch a movie?"
"It's five-thirty in the morning, Jeff."
Jeff shrugged, walking over to his stack of DVDs and fishing out one: The Lion King.
"This okay?" he asked, retrieving his laptop off of his desk.
Blaine sighed.
"Yeah, that's fine."
They couldn't do much now except wait.
Kurt didn't call. Blaine tried to ignore the fear growing inside him as he made it through his classes.
He was heading to lunch with Thad, David, Wes, Jeff and Nick when an elderly man approached them.
Blaine frowned. What did Principal Edwards want with them?
"Mr. Anderson, I need you to come with me to my office. Now." he said softly.
Blaine exchanged a look with his friends before staring at the principal, confused.
"Am I in trouble?" he asked.
Edwards shook his head.
"No, Blaine, you're not, but you need to come with me, now."
Blaine felt Nick grip his shoulder briefly before he adjusted his bag on his opposite shoulder and following the older man to his office.
Don't worry, you'll find out what happened to Kurt soon! :)
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