Blaine made his legs sprint to the telephone. He grabbed it from the hook and punched in 911. He couldn't decipher anything from the sound-proof basement walls. Kurt was alone with that- that sadistic teenage boy. Blaine shuddered.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Blaine felt like crying. "Someone is in the basement with my boyfriend and he's tied him up. He let me go, but I'm not sure what he's going to do with him. Please, help, pleas-" Blaine cried, tears running freely down his cheeks.

"Sir, just stay calm, okay? We'll do all we can. Where are you?"

Blaine sobbed. "My house. 1566 Rhodes Highway, Lima OH. Please, god, hurry."

"Just stay on the line with me. Can you do that?" The voice sounded so nice. So high-pitched, so comforting, just like Kurt's.

Blaine's heart ached. "I feel so helpless right now."

"You did the right thing. Authorities are on their way. Just stay with me. What's your name?" Her tone wasn't clipped. It was caring as if she had gone through something like this.

"Blaine, Blaine Anderson." Blaine remembered meeting Kurt for the first time and he felt sobs shaking him to his very core.

"Blaine, you did the right thing okay? Are you hurt, Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head, pounding his fist into the counter-top. He heard a thud in the basement and held back a scream.

"There was a sound," Blaine whispered.

"What is it, Blaine?" the voice inquired.

"I'm not sure. What if it was Kurt, oh god-" he moaned.

The voice was muttering comfortingly to him, but all Blaine could hear was the sound of his oh-so-familiar basement door creaking open. He remembered the annoying creak from whenever his father would be working on cars and would crack the door open to call Blaine to help him.

"Blaine, get your ass in here with that carburetor, boy!" his father's raspy voice came from the garage. Blaine let out a sigh and fiddled with the piece of machinery. He had never disliked doing a task more in his entire life. He slowly walked in the garage.

"Here, Dad."

His father took the carburetor and threw it to the ground. "This is wrong! Don't you do anything right?"

Blaine quivered with fear. He ran out of the garage and hid under the kitchen table. Slowly, his father emerged from the door and walked towa- It wasn't his homophobic father slowly coming toward Blaine. It was his indubitable homosexual love emerging with only a cut on his face; however tears streaming. Blaine rushed up and embraced him as if it was their last time to be together. He didn't think of the past of his father's abuse or the future of whom he might become because of it. He thought of Kurt. Kurt in front of him, needing him, needing love and comfort. Kurt, the only good person in the world. Kurt, the first boy to speak to Blaine upon his arrival at McKinley. Kurt, in all of his perfection and imperfection. In the distance, a siren howled.

"Kurt," Blaine squeezed him tighter.

"I love you," Kurt said simply, tears running.

They stood there for what seemed like hours, days, even years. It had only been a few seconds. The paramedics burst through the door with officers carrying guns.

"Are you all right?" A man addressed them both.

Blaine pulled away from Kurt but intertwined his hand his.

"Yeah. Yeah, we are."

A/N: I know it was short, but there wasn't much to say in this chapter. There will be an epilogue? Yes or no? otherwise this is it. Review and tell me!~