A/N: So, I actually hadn't planned on updating this today, but the suspense is killing me. So, without further ado, finally, after five painfully short chapters, the moment you've all been waiting for: KURT SAVES BLAINE!
Chapter 6
"What the fuck are you doing, faggot!" Karofsky screamed, storming in. "YOU'RE ON THE FUCKING PHONE? GIMME THAT THING!" he bellowed, snatching it out of Blaine's hand.
"NO! KURT!" Blaine sobbed.
"I'm coming, Blaine!" Kurt called into the phone, driving faster.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you now!" Karofsky growled, grabbing him around the throat and squeezing.
Blaine panicked as he tried to breathe, clawing at the bigger man's hands and getting nowhere. He was going to die; he was totally gonna die right now.
BAKHBAKHBAKHBAKH
Kurt pulled into the secluded area at that moment and hurried into the cabin with its door wide open. He saw a large looking man strangling Blaine-his Blaine-and terrifying the shit out of him.
"Let go of him!" Kurt screamed.
Karofsky was so surprised that he dropped Blaine to the ground and turned to face the voice that had addressed him.
Blaine hurried up to Kurt, and latched on tightly. "K-Kurt," he whimpered.
"Come on, baby, let's get outta here," Kurt said, quickly leading his bloody and bruised boyfriend to his car.
It didn't take long for Kurt to make it out onto the main highway, then he turned to look at Blaine, gasping at the small glimpse he caught. His boyfriend was much thinner than he had been two weeks ago. Oh god, had they starved him?
"Are you hungry?" he asked soothingly.
Blaine nodded, trying not to distract Kurt while he was driving.
"I've got a granola bar in my bag," Kurt gestured toward the bag sitting at Blaine's feet.
Blaine searched carefully through it and pulled out one of the health bars his boyfriend always carried, and took a large bite out of it.
"Oh my god, Blaine! Did they not feed you or something?" Kurt asked, a little more harshly than he had intended.
Blaine began to tremble. "I-I'm s-sorry, K-Kurt," he whispered so quietly that Kurt almost didn't hear.
"Shh," Kurt said, chastising himself for speaking roughly to Blaine. It was obvious that he was very frightened at the moment. "It's okay. I'm sorry. I shouldn't've snapped."
The rest of the ride was filled with silence, apart from the occasional sniffle from Blaine followed by a gentle, "Shh," from Kurt.
"We're home," Kurt smiled gently as he pulled into his own driveway. "See, Blaine? We're home."
A/N: Kind of cliffhangerish, but I hope you liked it!