Hope didn't last him very long. Kurt should have known that something like this would happen. In fact, he did. Blind hope clouded his logical mind and he now had to pay the consequences for letting it do so.

Jimbo was standing over him, one hand sealed tightly over his mouth to prevent him from calling out, though Kurt had no intention of doing so seeing as though he was pressing the edge of a knife against the tender flesh of his throat. Kurt let his eyes flicker over to the open window, the curtains billowing inside with the cold wind outside. Blaine stirred beside him, unconsciously pulling the blankets higher up on himself in an attempt to keep in some warmth. Kurt let out a shaky sigh when Blaine didn't wake. He knew it wouldn't end well for either of them should Blaine wake up and see the scene before him.

He was a bit fuzzy on the details, but he remembered Finn telling him that he would only explain the necessary things to his father and Blaine before Kurt decided to take a nap. Being so stressed lately, it was starting to wear him thin and sleep made everything better… Until you wake up in the middle of the night with your psycho pimp standing over you with a knife. Kurt thought bitterly as Jimbo gestured for him to come with him by the jerk of his head. He spared one fleeting glance at Blaine before slowly lifting himself off the bed, careful not to move to fast and chance the knife cutting him seeing as though Jimbo was keeping the knife in place at the base of his throat. With one thick hand, Jimbo roughly tugged Kurt towards the open window, shoving him through first.

His bare feet came into contact with the fire escape causing his toes to curl in discomfort. Kurt waited until Jimbo was out of the window completely before he mustered all his force and knocked him away from the window, "Blaine!" He watched as Blaine shot up, his eyes blinking as he frantically searched the room before landing on Kurt. Blaine jumped up from the bed, rushing to the window, but Jimbo was already gaining his bearings and climbing the flight of stairs Kurt had shoved him down. Before Blaine could get to the window, Kurt reached up and slammed it shut with such force, the glass in the panes cracked slightly on the bottom, "Lock it and call the police!" He called through the window. He knew that he didn't have any time to make it though the window without risking Jimbo getting back in too, but if he could let Blaine know what was happening right then, he had a better chance of being found. He let himself be taken out to spare his family and Blaine from being killed whilst trying to save him. It was the only way… His heart felt like it was shattering at the look on Blaine's face, the pain in those golden orbs of his. Tears were falling down his face as he tried to push the window back up, calling out his name in fear and anguish, but it was too late. Jimbo grabbed his wrist and pulled him along, causing Kurt to stumble and fall down several flights of stairs.

"Kurt!" He felt the vibrations on the fire escape as Blaine jumped out onto it.

"No! Go back and call 9-1-1, Blaine!" Kurt gasped as Jimbo tossed him down from the latter and onto the freezing concrete. The pain radiated from his shoulder and out into every part of him. He heard Jimbo hit the ground and soon he was being dragged away.

"I told you this was going to fucking happen. Now you've fucked up real bad." Jimbo growled after he lifted Kurt from the ground by the collar of his shirt, "You're gonna pay the price, bitch. No one fucks with Jimbo."

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"Okay, sir. Please stay on the line" The 9-1-1 operator said, her voice doing nothing for Blaine's amped up nerves. He called the police, but never stopped following Jimbo who still had Kurt in tow. Blaine was now standing outside one of the rattiest buildings he'd ever had the displeasure of seeing, peering through one of the broken windows. Kurt was on his knees next to Jimbo who had his grimy fingers tugging at his hair to keep Kurt's head up. Across the room from them stood and equally grotesque man, his pot marked face twisted in a sinister way.

Blaine had given the operator the address he was at and was assured the police would arrive within the next few minutes. He pressed a hand over his mouth to keep in the small gasp that threatened to escape. The larger of the men pulled out a wad of cash, fingering through the bills before holding up a bundle with a questioning smirk on his face. Blaine couldn't hear what they were saying, but whatever Jimbo said must have been positive for the other man. Kurt was visibly shaking on the ground as the older man approached him, baring his tarter stained teeth. He turned to Jimbo, saying something before looking back at Kurt. The man put his hand under Kurt's chin, tilting it so Kurt was forced to look up at him. He said something to which Kurt tried to shuffle away, but was held in place by Jimbo's firm hand. Blaine lost all control when he saw a zipper being pulled down.

"Stop it!" He yelled, running over to the slightly ajar door and kicking it open.

"The fuck is this?" The unnamed man yelled, turning accusing eyes on Jimbo.

"You little punk!" Jimbo had let go of Kurt's hair, letting him fall limply to the ground. Sirens could be heard in the distance, getting closer with each passing second, "Fuck! He called the Popo. Let's bounce, Marcus." Marcus went to grab Kurt from the floor when Blaine ran over, throwing himself over Kurt's form.

"Imma kill this kid, man." He pulled out a knife, pure rage in his onyx eyes. Blaine ducked his head, preparing for the stab when suddenly his center was thrown off and he was lying with his back on the ground and Kurt was over top of him.

He heard Kurt cry out in pain as the knife cut through him. "Kurt!" Blaine struggled, moving so that Kurt was half in his lap. The knife was still stuck through his back. "Kurt, no!" He bawled. Blaine barely registered the uniform clad men rushing the scene, nor did he acknowledge the gunshots being fired. His eyes were drawn to Kurt's too pale face, "Why did you do that?"

He wasn't expecting an answer when Kurt let his cyan eyes open a small margin, just enough to look Blaine in the eye, "B-bec-cause I l-love… love y-" Kurt burst into a cough, blood trailing down his chin as he sputtered for breath.

"Kurt, baby. I-I love you too. Please-" Blaine begged as Kurt's eyes drifted closed, "NO! No, no, no! KURT!" Blaine was in full on hysterics by the time the paramedics came over to him, pulling Kurt from his hold, "Wait, Kurt!" It took two men to hold Blaine back. They were trying to tell him something, but Blaine was too far gone, "Kurt!" He choked out his name before his surroundings became fuzzy and then blackness took over. The last thing that ran though his mind was Kurt.

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Well this came a bit late! Haha. Let me know what you thought of it! :)

OH! So druggie!Kurt won in the polls by 1 vote! I've already posted two chapters for it, so go take a look. Hopefully you all will enjoy it even if it's not what you voted for.

** Haven't You Noticed Me Drifting : s/8972146/1/Haven-t-You-Noticed-Me-Drifting (just add after the / )

I'll probably end up doing superhero!Kurt next!

Next chapter will most likely be the last, but who knows? Thanks for reading!