Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of it's characters
A/N: So here it is! I finished this a little early but this is the soonest I could get this up. I am about half way through the next chapter, should be up around the same time tomorrow. Enjoy!
Blaine had been spending his Friday night completing all his homework so he could spend his weekend with Kurt, he'd even changed into his pyjamas early and washed the gel from his hair so he felt more comfortable sat at his computer finishing up the final parts of an assignment for the next week. All he had left was a few pages of math questions to finish and he would be free to do whatever else he wanted for the evening. All the other Warblers were bulked down with end of semester stress, Blaine had learnt his lesson.
He switched on the TV when he was done not planning on doing anything else. His need for coffee soon kicked in. And not just any old coffee, but Lima bean coffee. He wasn't sure what they did to his usual medium drop but it always came out perfect. Besides Lima bean reminded him of Kurt and maybe he could drop by with an order for Kurt since he would be in his neighbourhood. He changed his clothes back to casual attire but didn't bother with hair gel. It's not like there would be that many people around to remember him with his curly hair loose.
He drove listening to the latest Katy Perry single, singing along and not really caring about too much other than arriving at Lima bean safely to fuel up on much needed coffee.
Blaine felt his phone vibrate in his pocket signalling a phone call. He ignored the call, knowing it couldn't be anyone too important. He didn't check his phone even when he pulled into Lima bean, nor when he got out of his car and made his way inside, nor as he ordered his coffee. It wasn't until he was waiting at the little table that he even remembered that his phone had rung in the first place.
Looking at the screen he realised he'd missed a call from Kurt, confused he began to call his voicemail. He didn't know why Kurt would be calling him, since he had an obvious impairment which stopped him from being able to communicate in that way. They only texted now. Blaine worried as he waited for his voicemail to begin playing the message.
"Blaine! Something happened, they grabbed me while I was walking and I can't see, but I think they left me in a dumpster at McKinley. Call my dad or something, but I'm really scared and I don't know if they're still here." The message ended with a cry and a lot of rustling. Blaine's heart dropped to his stomach and the blood drained from his face.
"Excuse me, sir, your coffee is ready!" The server called as Blaine ran out the door and back to his car, texting Burt on the way.
He arrived at McKinley in record time, even for a night drive when the roads were empty. He'd been to the school a couple of times before, but always with Kurt guiding him where to go and never really paying much attention to where anything was located. Luckily the dumpsters were right next to the student car park. No other cars were around, indicating that whoever had done this to Kurt had just left him there. Blaine ran to the nearest dumpster, fiddled with it for a moment, trying to figure out how they opened, before seeing the latch, using his phone as a light, all Blaine saw were sacks of rubbish. The smell was vial.
Blaine knew it would take him too long, for his liking at least, to search each dumpster. He stopped for a moment, trying to see if there was anything obvious about any of them, like if they'd been moved or left unlocked. But they all appeared to be the same.
But then Blaine heard it. The clear sound off muffled crying. Being sure he was as silent as possible, he followed the noise stopping when it got louder. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching and also to check if Burt had arrived yet. Blaine, threw open the lid, learning his lesson of how to open the dumpsters early on and found his boyfriend, tied up, a small light from his phone illuminating his tears as they rolled onto the rubbish below him.
Blaine climbed into the dumpster, not wanting to scare Kurt.
"Who's there?" Kurt asked thrashing his legs a little. Blaine gently touched Kurt's hand, a trying to reassure him he wasn't in danger anymore, Kurt pulled away backing up as much as he could crying a little harder. Blaine reached forwards and pulled the blindfold as much as he could from Kurt's eyes, being careful not to hurt Kurt, the knot seemed to be tangled with Kurt's hair. "B-Blaine." He nodded brushing his hand over Kurt's cheek.
"It's me," he said slowly so Kurt could read his lips.
"Blaine," Kurt was pretty much whimpering. Blaine nodded and began to untie Kurt as fast as he could. When he was finished he helped Kurt to his feet and safely out of the dumpster, pulling himself out and pulling Kurt straight into a tight hug. Kurt was shivering from the cold, Blaine pushed him back a little squeezing his hand as he did, and draped his coat around Kurt, allowing Kurt to hold onto him once he was done. They sat next to the dumpster, Blaine rubbing Kurt's back and placing small kisses on his head as they waited for Burt to arrive. Kurt's eyes were screwed tight as he allowed Blaine to comfort him. Blaine pulled out his phone and wrote a message on notes.
Who did this to you Kurt? Kurt shook his head as he read. He didn't know. His hands shook as he signed his response. "I didn't see them." Blaine knew why they blindfolded him, Kurt wouldn't be able to identify his attackers, he never saw and was never able to hear them. All he knew was two guys, possibly more jumped out of a black van and ambushed him. It didn't take long for Burt's truck to pull up besides them and for Burt to come rushing from the vehicle.
"Blaine! Kurt! What happened?" He asked crouching down next to the boys taking one of Kurt's hands into his own.
"I don't know, I got a call from Kurt saying he'd been thrown in a dumpster and tied up, they blindfolded him and just left him, Mr. Hummel. What kind of monster does this?" Blaine asked quietly, making sure Kurt did not see his mouth as he spoke.
"The kind that would deafen someone." Burt said as they helped Kurt to his feet.