Waking up in a flash, blaine looked around wondering what was happening, how did he get here? and what was this place. Suddenly, he remembered kurt, drinking something then just blank which couldn't be good, he thought.

Blaine tried moving but it was no use, as his hands and feet were bound to the mattress he was laying on. Thinking quickly, he started to do the only thing he knows...screaming

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!"

Meanwhile, upstairs kurt was pacing back and forth muttering about the things he was gonna do. He did it, finally, he succeeded and this time he wasn't screwing up; the others they all failed in giving the one thing he wanted.

Power...

They wouldn't just give it up, so they had to pay and unfortunately it was with their lives. See, ever since my mom died when i was a eight I always needed to be in control. Whether it be cooking, school or taking care of the household I craved the attention and control in life.

Hearing screaming, he suddenly snapped out of his thoughts; looking towards the door that holds the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen. He had no qualms that blaine would be the one who finally submits. Those hazel eyes, they hold so much vulnerability that he literally can't wait.

As he opened the door and descended down the stairs, he eerily sang a lullaby he heard as a baby..

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleepy little baby.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleepy little baby,

When you wake, you shall have,

All the pretty little horses.

Way down yonder, down in the meadow,

There's a poor wee little lamby.

The bees and the butterflies pickin' at its eyes,

The poor wee thing cried for her mammy.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleepy little baby.

When you wake, you shall have,

All the pretty little horses.

This was a night he'd never forget...