"Please," Kurt said, "Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt him…."
"He tried to take you away from me. You're mine, Kurt…"
"He didn't know!" Kurt hissed, his throat felt too tight. "Blaine was just worried about me; he didn't know he was doing anything wrong! If you want to punish someone, you should punish me. I know about this, he doesn't. Please don't hurt him."
"I feel the chemicals kicking in," Blaine sang, oblivious to the boy begging for his life at the other end of a phone line, "It's getting heavy and I wanna run and hide… I wanna run and hide…"
"I can see how he would influence you to stray. He's a beautiful boy. Strong jaw, gorgeous eyes… great ass… I want him, Kurt. Almost as much as I want you. Should I have a taste?" Karofsky's voice was suddenly hungry. Kurt felt sick.
"No. No, please don't…" This would kill Blaine, it would kill him. "Please, I'll do anything… You're mine, remember? If, if you… If you have sex with Blaine, you'll be betraying me. Do you really want that?"
"Oh, Kurt," Karofsky breathed, "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that. But this boy… he's too much of a temptation. We have to make sure he can't try to seduce you anymore…"
"No, please," Kurt said. "I'll stay away from him, I'll transfer out of Dalton-"
"No!" Karofsky whispered sharply. "No. Be friends with the boy. Friends. No more. I'll be watching."
"I promise," Kurt said, sagging against the headboard, "I promise; I won't let him say anything like that again. I promise." The sound of the shower stopped, the sound of Blaine's flip flops slapping against wet tile echoed through the halls. "Just let him go. Please let him go."
"Not quite yet. Don't you know me at all? I like games, Kurt. Let's play one right now."
No. No games. Not with Blaine's life. "Please," Kurt said. He felt powerless.
"Just a short one. There are two exits to this particular shower room. If Blaine chooses the one farthest from me, he walks out unharmed. If he comes close to me, I take him. It's a choice, you see. Like answering a phone call."
Kurt's breathing felt light and unnatural. Sound carried well, in the bathroom. Kurt could hear every slap of Blaine's feet against the tile floor, he could hear every echo. He could practically hear the sound of Blaine's breathing. Kurt could see Blaine in the back of his mind; pushing wet curls back on his forehead, clutching the towel tight around his waist. Blaine, for all his talk about sex, was really a very modest boy. He'd never even had a boyfriend.
"Please don't do this," Kurt whispered.
"That's really all up to Blaine, isn't it? I wonder if he's a virgin. I have a thing for virgins, Kurt, probably why I love you so much. He's coming closer now; I think he may choose me…" Karofsky cursed loudly as Blaine's footsteps drew further away. Kurt's heart leapt into his throat. Walk away, Blaine, please walk away….
"Hello?"
Blaine had heard Karofsky. Kurt could imagine him now, spinning around, thick eyebrows drawn up in curiosity, and possibly fear. Karofsky laughed quietly, "Maybe he's changed his mind."
"Is anyone there?" Blaine's voice was closer now. No, Blaine needed to get out of there... "Is someone - Ah!" Blaine's scream sent fear shooting into Kurt's fingertips. Kurt clutched the phone to the side of his head, wanting nothing more than to scream at Blaine to run. But from the sound of it, he was too late. Kurt leapt off of his bed; he had to find Blaine, he had to save him…
"Ha! I scared the crap out of you!"
That wasn't Karofsky. The voice was too gentle, with a laugh playing around its edges.
"That wasn't funny, Thad!"
Kurt sunk back onto his bed, nearly sobbing with relief. Thad. Thad was with Blaine, Blaine would be alright.
"Speak for yourself. I found scaring the pants off of Blaine Anderson to be hilarious," Thad said. There was a flirty edge to Thad's voice, one that sent an entirely new and unpleasant emotion into Kurt's laundry list.
"You mock me, sir," Blaine said drily.
"Hey, no using my catchphrase," Thad said. "You missed an awesome movie night, my friend. And David is tired of you moping around in the shower singing pop songs when you could be having an exclusive post-movie night party in the old dorm room. I'll bring the popcorn. Come on, Blaine-o. What is your deal, anyway? You've been down all day, this isn't like you."
"It's nothing. Now if I come to this party, will you stop calling me 'Blaine-o'? And let me get dressed, please." Blaine's voice faded away.
"Well, that was close, wasn't it?" Karofsky said. Kurt closed his eyes tight, sagging in relief and lingering fear.
"Why are you doing this?" Kurt asked.
"As another message, Kurt. He belongs to me, simply through connection to you. I care about you, Kurt, more than anyone, more than anything. But let me make one thing clear to you. If that boy had come close enough to me tonight, I'd have raped him, and then sliced his throat open on that bathroom floor. And you know who would have stopped me? No one. I do this because I can. And don't you ever forget that."
The phone clicked into a dial tone. Kurt sat there, listening numbly as the door slid open and Eric stepped in.
"Wow, Kurt. You missed the most amazing party tonight. Thad did the funniest thing…"
"I don't want to hear about Thad, Eric," Kurt said dully as he slid his phone shut. Eric didn't argue, sliding into bed and humming happily. Must have been some party. Thad probably did something great for all of them. After all, he was such an amazing guy. Kurt came up with a name for the boiling in his gut. Jealously. Mixed with heartache. Because Blaine wasn't his. Blaine would never be his.
They all belonged to Karofsky.