A/N: I don't own Glee. But it's on my wish-list! I decided to be nice and continue this, so no haters!
This is sorta a recap of what happened last chapter, but for all you lazy readers, I will not continue to do so...Blaine's sister is in the hospital. Blaine has an addiction, but we don't know what...
It will not be mentioned in this chapter, leave me reviews on what it should be please!
Special thanks to my lovely sissy/Beta Reader, americangirl2498! LOVE YA! She wrote the last part of the chapter.
He was not about to do this. To his mother, father, or himself. "Mr. Anderson, please listen to me." Dr. Kevin said in a calm, slow voice. "Your sister will be fine. She just has a slight disorder in the brain, but she is awake now. Would you like to see her?" "Yes, oh god, yes!" Blaine screamed as he ran past the doctor and into Marrissa's room. She was hooked up to an I.V tube, and she looked so broken. He immediately ran over to hug her. As he felt his body touch hers, he felt all the life back to her. When he had carried her away from the crash, she had felt so lifeless and he feared for her life. But now that she was back, she needed to be taken care of. More carefully. He would have to make the extra step in all the safety precautions. To make sure none of this happened again. When he had walked into the room, it was dark. He could see the broken shape of his sister by the light of the TV, playing some stupid, sappy, romantic comedy crap.
And that's when he heard the door shut.
He turned, trying to disguise the panic in his eyes. The same eyes that could only see a stirring form from behind where the door stood.
"Hello...Blaine."
His name came out dripping with acid. He couldn't place the voice. And then a foot came into his dim area of light and caught him right in his diaphragm. His breath was knocked out of him, and his two choices were made perfectly clear: he could fight the monster that was attacking him, or he could sit back and let his sister be in harm's way. But first he had to identify his attacker. He pulled the flashlight from Marrissa's nightstand and shone the beam right into the young man's eyes. And Kurt's, his Kurt's bully was standing in front of him, wielding a wicked-looking knife. His eyes were crazed, and a smirk blossomed across his face.
"Well, did you finally figure out who you were up against... Blainey?" said the full-grown boy in front of him.
"Why, as a matter of fact, I did." said Blaine, his one-sided smile crossing his face. And then a strategically placed roundhouse kick to the back of his knees brought Mr. David Karofsky to the floor.
"Hmm, smart boy. Wasn't counting on that. What do they have you on? Antidepressants? Sedation pills?" he asked, pulling himself to his feet using the door frame.
"What does it matter to you? Why are you here?" snarled a very confused Blaine.
"I came to pick up your sister." said Dave. Then he pulled a length of rope from his pocket, wrapped it around Blaine's wrists, and tied him to Marrissa's bedpost. Then he lifted the sleeping girl, and carried her out of the room, leaving Blaine scared and helpless.\
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Thanks to my Beta Reader! She totally rocked the fight scene!