WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: Violence. It wasn't pleasant to write, and reading it might make you uncomfortable.

The crux of the story pretty much. I wrote and re-wrote this loads, it kept coming out weird. I'm not entirely happy with the end results but you get the gist. Thank you for all alerts and reviews as usual. I AM SO SO SORRY about the late update. I had it all written and then my unreliable laptop broke on me. Again. It's finally fixed and all my uni work has been handed in. I'm writing more as we speak. I promise there won't be another long ass wait.

Glee isn't mine. It belongs to the fabulous RIB.

Blaine

Blaine sat down in his apartment, dropping his keys and coat and running a hand through his hair, sighing. Leaving Kurt was always hard, but today it had felt unbearable, every minute he spent without him felt like the darkness was closing in on him. He shouldn't feel this way, had no right to feel this way.

But more than the pain of missing Kurt was the ominous feeling in Blaine's stomach, that was swirling and making him feel uncomfortably nauseous. It was the feeling that somehow, somewhere, Kurt was in trouble.

He knew his feelings were probably irrational. He sounded like he was in some kind of bad romantic comedy. But he knew in his heart of hearts he wasn't being stupid. Since the first day he met Kurt, he'd always felt like he'd had a connection of some sort with him, a connection that would never ever break as long as they both lived, whether they lived together or three thousand miles apart across the ocean.

Before he even knew what he was consciously doing he grabbed his coat and keys and exited the apartment he'd only just sat down in, racing down the stairs and grabbing the first cab he could hail. He told the drive Kurt's address and sat back, his heart thumping. Sure, he could be wrong. But there was no harm in checking if Kurt was ok.

The drive was only ten minutes but it felt like so much longer, and when they finally pulled up, Blaine threw the dollars over the front of the seat. "Keep the change." He gasped, and threw himself out of the taxi and began to buzz Kurt's apartment desperately.

No one answered. Blaine pressed it harder still, his heart hammering in his chest. Eventually he stopped, leaning against the wall. Who was he kidding? Kurt was probably out. He was just about to walk away when he heard a noise come out of the speaker. Then the door was released.

Blaine bolted up the stairs and hammered at the door. Though he'd clearly pressed the door release, Kurt wasn't opening the door, and Blaine was afraid. After knocking a few more times he took a deep breath and squared up. He pushed his whole self, all five foot seven of it, against the door. It didn't budge. He ran at it again, and clearly his fears for his friend gave him some sort of adrenaline rush, because the door busted open, swinging against the wall with a bang.

Blaine walked into the apartment and was horrified by what he saw. He closed his eyes for a second and opened them again, as if he could magic it better by doing so. No. It was still there.

Kurt was lying on the floor by the door, moving slightly, and soaked in his own blood. It also stretched across the floor and up the wall. Kurt was moaning gently and agonisingly as he moved. His face was bruised and swollen, blood leaking out of his lip and nose, his hair matted with blood, a bruised arm around his torso. His clothes were ripped and every area of porcelain skin was dotted with bruising or smears of blood. Blaine took a deep breath and bent down to Kurt, who pulled open one eye tiredly. He tried to move, and failed, curling his arm tighter around his wrecked ribs, a broken moan emerging from his cracked lips.

"Bl..." He gasped, his voice failing halfway through Blaine's name. For a second he wondered if there was anything he could do for Kurt, but another look over his friend's battered body made him realise there was nothing he could do. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialling 911.

"Don't worry, Kurt. Please don't worry. I'm getting help. I'll make you safe. I'll make you better." He murmured softly, stroking Kurt's hand gently, because he was too scared to touch any other part of him in case he fell apart before Blaine's eyes.

As the phone rung, Blaine heard footsteps behind him. He ignored them.

"911, what is your emergency?" Blaine was about to answer when he felt himself shoved across the floor with force. His phone clattered to the ground, and he could hear the operator still talking out of it. He looked up and saw Jake standing over him. Jake picked up the phone and threw it against the wall. Blaine winced as it smashed into pieces, and looked around desperately for another phone.

"What have we here?" Smirked Jake, delivering another kick to Kurt's torso, causing the boy to scream out in an agony that literally broke Blaine's heart. He'd had enough. He couldn't physically watch Jake hurt Kurt any further. Blaine stood up and pushed Jake against a wall.

"How fucking dare you hurt him, I'll make sure you never see daylight as long as you live you fucking swine." Blaine screamed, pushing the six foot two blonde against the wall. Jake smirked further still.

"Nice try." He laughed, "but you'll never save yourself. You made a mistake coming here, Blaine. And I knew you would. I have friends watching this apartment to tell me if my boyfriend is up to no good behind my back."

"He's not your boyfriend." Spat Blaine. Suddenly Jake knee'd him in the groin and Blaine cried out, then Jake put an arm over Blaine's throat to hold him against the wall. Blaine struggled desperately and Jake laughed. He was trapped, and Kurt was losing more blood every second.

"Do what you want with me." Blaine gasped, "but please, PLEASE ring an ambulance for Kurt."

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. He's a weak one, though, our little Kurt." Jake smirked.

"He's the strongest person I've ever met." Blaine gritted his teeth and struggled more. Jake laughed harshly.

"If he's so strong then why is he lying down there barely moving? I'm about to kill you and your dear little Kurt hasn't even bothered to get up." Jake replied, his eyes trained on Blaine.

At that point, Kurt struggled so hard to move he began to scream at the agony, trying multiple times to get up. "Don't...hurt...Blaine." He gasped, falling back to the ground again and panting, blood bubbling out of his nose.

"Don't move Kurt!" Blaine yelled, "don't move an inch."

"I can't do that baby." Jake whispered sweetly as if he hadn't heard him, his tone setting Blaine's teeth on edge. "See now Blaine knows about our little...argument," Blaine swallowed, disgusted. "And I can't just let him walk away because he'll tell someone and I might get in a little trouble." He kicked Blaine again and Blaine winced.

"Look," Blaine whispered, his eyes darting to Kurt, who now lay immobile on the floor. "Kill me if you want. But please call an ambulance for Kurt. He's losing blood. Please." He hated begging to this man, but he had no other choice. He was cornered, and Kurt was dying. He couldn't watch Kurt die, not here, not like this. He thought asking for a death sentence would be harder, but apparently seeing Kurt like this made everything clearer.

"I think we can make a deal here, Mr Anderson." Jake smiled, his arm still across Blaine's throat. "So here it is. Take it or leave it." Then Jake punched Blaine in the stomach so hard he saw stars. He fell to the ground and Jake walked away. When he returned he held a long kitchen knife.

"Where were we?" Jake continued. "Ah yes. Our deal. And here it lies; I'll ring an ambulance for Kurt here. For you to see, I'm not a dishonest man like you, Anderson. I'll ring the ambulance for Kurt if I get to kill you." He ran the knife blade gently over Blaine's cheek, just hard enough to draw a drop of blood. Blaine swallowed, then looked over at Kurt's still body. He racked his brain but nothing came to it, he had no option, and there was no way he'd watch Kurt die here. Not now, not like this. He deserved more than this.

"I know who you are, Blaine Anderson." Jake was still talking as he ran the knife gently over Blaine's face. "You knew Kurt in high school. Always wanted more from him, didn't you? But he never wanted you, and he still doesn't. He's my property, he will always be my property."

"He'll never be yours." Blaine snapped.

"So you say you love him." Jake still remained calm. "Do you love him enough?"

"Ring the ambulance." Blaine gasped, "do it NOW."

"Say the deal is on, Blaine." Jake smiled sweetly.

"The deal is on." He replied, lying his head back. Jake smiled, then he pulled his phone out his pocket.

"Hello?" His tone changed the second he was on the phone to the emergency services. "Hi! My boyfriend...and his friend..I just came home...there's blood everywhere, I don't know what to do. Please help me." He reeled off the address and snapped the phone shut. "Now as much as I'd like to draw this out, Blaine, they'll be here soon." His blue eyes were glittering, and he was bringing the knife down to Blaine's throat, and he was saying something else but Blaine wasn't listening to it, he wasn't watching Jake either. He closed his eyes, he didn't want his last memory to be of those cold orbs. He closed his eyes and he saw Kurt's eyes, sparkling and green and alive.

Pain began to explode as the knife began to dig into his neck. He winced, and just as he expected the pain to worsen tenfold, it suddenly stopped. He heard the clatter of the knife as it hit the hardwood floor, and he opened his eyes. He heard a bang and saw Jake fall to the floor unconscious beside him.

Hardly daring to breathe, he glanced over Jake's still body, and could barely believe what he saw. Kurt was lying beside Jake's body, one blood covered hand still clutching a table lamp. Blaine realised Kurt had managed to drag himself up and hit Jake with it just seconds before he killed him. It took five seconds before he realised what he had to do. He stood up and put a foot on Jake's back, grabbing the lamp for defence in case he woke up.

"Kurt, an ambulance is coming right now. You're gonna be ok, I swear. Nothing will hurt you anymore."

"Not...ok." Kurt choked, more blood dripping out of his mouth.

"I know, I know." Whispered Blaine, tears filling up in his hazel eyes. "But you will be. I'll never let you go, ok Kurt? Never." At that moment two paramedics burst into the apartment, along with two cops.

"It's this guy." Blaine said shakily, removing his foot from Jake's back. Jake began to move, and the two paramedics immediately began to deal with Kurt while the cops stood around Jake and Blaine.

"Don't touch anything." One cop called, and then a paramedic walked over to Blaine and said something about coming in the ambulance, and then he was holding Kurt's hand, and they were at the hospital and Kurt was taken away somewhere he couldn't follow, and when they'd cleaned his cuts he simply had to sit and wait, like in a bad hospital drama.