Blaine lay waiting on his bed for his fate. He had hoped that Lenny being the nicer of his two captors would have been a little easier on him, but he'd been proven wrong. Lenny had wasted no time in getting him restrained to the bed as he awaited word from Mr. Lawrence. He could tell Lenny was furious with him, probably because Mr. Lawrence would take it out on both of them. He couldn't believe that he had screwed up this badly. He was so close. He had almost been free.

NYADA...If Blaine heard that right, that meant that he was in New York. He felt a glimmer of victory in finally knowing where he might be, but that victory was soon diminished. What if Kurt was there? Blaine knew that the school year had started by this point and he had been set to attend NYADA with Kurt and Rachel. Mr. Lawrence knew what Kurt looked like. If Mr. Lawrence somehow happened to not see Kurt, then he might be safe. After all, Mr. Lawrence was under the impression that Kurt was still in Lima and Blaine wanted to keep it that way, but the first move was to get out of here and to NYADA.

If he knew Kurt like he thought he did, he knew Kurt wouldn't hold himself back from his dream of attending NYADA. He knew Blaine would never wish for that. He couldn't help the feeling of heartbreak when he thought of Kurt moving on-but it was only fair. He couldn't expect Kurt to wait for a boyfriend who might not ever return to him. It didn't make the feeling of being left behind hurt any less, but he wouldn't wish any unhappiness on Kurt. He'd hoped at this point that he was happy with whatever he was doing, but if he was at NYADA, he was in big trouble.

That's when Blaine waited. He had to make sure Mr. Lawrence was gone before he made his move. He knew this like clockwork. Whenever Mr. Lawrence was called for a sub job, he would proceed to lock Blaine in his room and after he left, Lenny would retreat into the office to edit footage for the website which kept him occupied until Mr. Lawrence would return. It had taken a lot of listening through the door and a lot of eavesdropping from conversations at dinner to get this routine down. It was a painful wait but he had to make sure Mr. Lawrence was long gone and Lenny had had time to get settled into the office; he didn't want to raise any suspicion. After about a little over an hour, it was time.

He had been waiting to execute this plan and now was the perfect time; time was now of the essence. If Kurt was at NYADA, he not only had to escape, but he had to warn Kurt. He got up silently from the bed and crept over to his dresser where he kept the paper clip he had nicked from the desk in the office on his way up to his room one night. That had been a risky move and a miracle. He had only 30 seconds to do it, but he had managed to sneak into the office, tear open the top drawer and found a collection of paper clips. Mr. Lawrence had caught him right after he had closed the drawer and by some miracle hasn't suspected any foul play. He took Blaine's presence in the office as curiosity and had proceeded to explain to him that this was the office they used to edit all of the video footage.

Blaine bent the paper clip until he had a straight edge to work with and began to pick the lock. He had to stop every few seconds to make sure Lenny wasn't hearing what he was up to. The house was quiet and any sound could mean the end of him. This wasn't as easy as he had hoped. He had no first hand experience at lock picking. The one time at summer camp when he was ten had been the only time he had seen it done and he hadn't even been the one to pick the lock. A collection of his friends wanted to sneak into the canteen and raid the fridge late one night and he'd been dragged along for the adventure. His friend Daniel had been the one to actually do the picking and Blaine had just observed.

It took what seemed like an eternity, but he finally heard the merciful sound of a click and the door was unlocked. Blaine sent a silent thank you to Daniel wherever he might be. He had never known that of all the things that he learned at summer camp, lock picking would be the thing that would come in the most handy. The risky part of the whole plan was next. Getting the door open. He had to be very careful to open it without even the slightest bit of noise.

He stood up slowly and applied pressure to the door with one hand, the other was wrapped around the handle of the door in a death grip. He slowly turned the handle as far as it would go and gently pulled the door open. So far so good. The door was open, now all that was left was to get down the stairs, get past the office door, and get through the front door. He took slow, carefully placed steps and successfully made it to the foot of the stairs.

He heard a loud creak and froze in his place. That's it. He'd been caught. Lenny was going to come barreling up the stairs and catch him out of his room. It was all over. All of that planning and it was all going to be wasted on one little creak from the stairs. After a few seconds of standing still, he heard the noise again and breathed a silent sigh of relief when it turned out to be just Lenny adjusting the computer chair in the office downstairs. He didn't have much more time to waste.

He took the steps slowly and kept a strong grip on the stair rail. His heart was pounding so loudly he almost wondered if that what was what was actually going to get him caught. He kept moving. He couldn't afford to keep the thoughts of being caught at the forefront of his mind; he had to get to that door. He took the last step and had made it to the bottom of the stairs. He could see the front door...freedom was just past the office. Unlucky for Blaine, Lenny had kept the door open. This was going to be tricky.

He placed his back against the wall and cautiously lifted his head a slight bit to the left and glanced into the room. Lenny was seated in the chair, his gaze fixed on the computer screen in heavy concentration. This was his chance, he took a wide step to the other side of the doorway and followed through with the other foot flawlessly. All that stood in his way of his freedom now was the front door.

He took the few remaining steps to the door and began to turn the first of the 3 locks. One down-he was nearly there. The second one was just as easy as the first and now only the chain remained. Once he had that undone, he re-emulated what he had done with his door upstairs and pulled the door open. He was free.

The feeling of freedom didn't last long as soon as the door was open. Once Blaine had taken a step across the threshold, a loud blaring alarm sounded.

"Blaine!"

He heard Lenny yell behind him and began to hear the thundering of footsteps. Blaine didn't waste any time. Typical New York, there was a stairway leading up to the door, so he took them two at a time and took off running. He ran as fast as his feet could carry him. Lenny was a bit overweight, there was no way he would catch up. He looked behind him as he ran and his theory proved true. He saw a heavily panting Lenny running after him, but he was a significant distance behind him. Blaine was in the clear.

He was in a neighborhood of some kind, a seemingly peaceful neighborhood at that. No one would suspect that a kidnapped teenager was kept prisoner in one of these quaint little houses. He kept running not trying to get too caught up in the scenery. He had never been to New York and had never imagined that his first time seeing it would be while he was on the run from a kidnapper.

"Help me! Someone! He's after me!" Blaine yelled hoping someone in one of the houses would hear him. No one so far. He kept trying as he ran. He was nearing the end of the street and hoping that he would finally find someone. He was almost there, but he would never make it there. His foot caught a bit of uneven pavement and the last thing he saw was the cement of the side walk coming towards his face.

Now here he was lying handcuffed to his bed waiting for Lenny to get off the phone with Mr. Lawrence. Blaine felt a lone tear slide down the side of his face. He had been so close. How did he get taken out from a split in the side walk? Just a few more steps and he could have found someone to save him, but now it was all for nothing. He would never get a chance like that again.

What if Mr. Lawrence found Kurt? He would never forgive himself if that happened. If Mr. Lawrence knew that Blaine had tried to escape and he was somewhere in the vicinity of Kurt, then Kurt was in a worse situation than he was before. He had single handedly ruined any chance Kurt had. If Mr. Lawrence found him, there was no telling what he would do to him and it was all Blaine's fault.

He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the lock click and Lenny re emerged into the room with a frown on his face. He was still holding onto his phone, evidently just getting off the phone with Mr. Lawrence. Blaine knew he had remotely nothing to fear from Lenny, it was Mr. Lawrence he was worried about; he was the more unpredictable one.

"Blaine, why would you put me in this position?" Lenny asked in an angrily whining tone.

"You don't understand. I need to get out of here," Blaine tried. He could at least attempt to make Lenny see reason.

"There will be no getting out of here, Blaine. You belong to John. You're his. I would've thought you'd gotten used to that idea after all this time."

"I can't. He kidnapped me. He took me away from my life, from my family, my friends...Kurt. He had no right."

"You were always his, Blaine, whether you knew it or not. Once John has his eyes on someone or something, they are his. No way around that."

Blaine felt another tear betray him and creep down his face into his hair that had been grown out over the past few months. Mr. Lawrence liked the curls. He had said that they reminded him of the eight year old Blaine he met. "I need to save Kurt, I can't let him hurt him. It's all my fault. Lenny, you don't know how it feels to be threatened with the safety of the person you love."

"You should have considered that before you pulled a stunt like that," Lenny stated simply striding over towards the bed.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked as Lenny began to unhook the handcuffs from the bed.

"You're getting a spanking."

"W-what? Mr. Lawrence isn't even here," Blaine stated in confusion.

"No, he isn't, but John and I agree that it's high time that I spanked you. He's right. You disobeyed me. There are repercussions to everything, Blaine and we all have to answer to them. You escaped on my watch, therefore I have to be the one to punish you right now just as you have Kurt's safety on your hands. Mistakes have consequences."

"Please, Lenny, please. You don't have to do this," Blaine was used to Mr. Lawrence spanking him, he really didn't want Lenny to be the one doing it.

"Oh, but I have to, Blaine. John told me to; therefore, it has to be done."

Blaine bit down on his lip and tried a different tactic. "Lenny, I know that you're a good person deep down and you know all of this is wrong. You don't want to do this, think about it. I know he scares you sometimes. He scares me, too. Let me go and I can free us both."

Lenny stopped unhooking the handcuffs for a minute and stared into Blaine's eyes. For a minute it was like he was beginning to understand Blaine, but that was gone as soon as it came. Lenny leaned in close, so close Blaine could smell the tuna on his breath from his lunch. His red goatee was close enough to scratch Blaine's face as he spoke. "Listen here, Blaine. John Lawrence is my best friend, I don't need to be free of anyone. He and I entered this business together and he and I both did our waiting for you. I won't allow you to jeopardize all of our plans and hard work. I won't."

Lenny unhooked the handcuffs from the bed, leaving Blaine's hands still handcuffed together and forced him into a standing position. Lenny proceeded to grab the chair from Blaine's desk and sat it in the middle of the room. Once seated, he looked to Blaine.

"Well, come closer," Lenny directed. As Blaine reluctantly did as instructed, Lenny pulled his jeans down. "Bend over, Blaine."

"Lenny, please," Blaine tried again. "Please don't do this."

"Bend over right now, I won't ask again."

A couple more tears slid down Blaine's face as he climbed over Lenny's lap. This was extremely uncomfortable. It felt foreign to be over a lap of someone who wasn't Mr. Lawrence and Lenny of all people. He felt Lenny pull down his underwear and grip his waist to keep him in place. He wasted no time to begin raining down the swats.

Lenny's meatier hand made the pain increase more than when Mr. Lawrence hand spanked him. He had Blaine struggling to get away a lot sooner than usual.

"Hold still, Blaine." Lenny chastised. "You behave better than this with John, I deserve the same respect. You deserve this, so just take it."

Blaine tried to stay still, but it was hard. Lenny was spanking relentlessly. He never knew that Lenny had this in him. He had always seemed like kind of a pushover. Mr. Lawrence must place a lot of fear into him to make him this way...or he too was just born a monster.

"Don't ever do this again, Blaine," Lenny demanded, spanking harder. "Think of Kurt. You're so concerned for his safety and you pull this? Kurt's better off without a disobedient brat like you. So I'd advise you just let him go. He's obviously forgotten about you, so why won't you just accept that this is your life now. Kurt has no place in it anymore."

That was a low blow. Where did that come from? Lenny knew exactly what to say to hurt him and cut deep. He was echoing Blaine's true fears. If Kurt loved him, why hadn't he been saved? Why was Lenny making him question these things. Kurt loved him...didn't he? He wouldn't just stop looking for Blaine...or did he truly move on?

Blaine felt the swats and began to get lost in his own thoughts. Did he make Kurt's life miserable when he was with him? Was Kurt truly better off without him? Well, yeah, he had the power to get Kurt hurt with the stunts he pulled. He was truly the worst person for Kurt. It had to be better this way.

"Y-you're right-" Blaine whispered.

That made Lenny stop spanking for a moment.

"What was that?"

"I-I said you're r-right," Blaine repeated, closing his eyes allowing more tears to fall. "K-Kurt's better off without m-me."

Lenny started spanking again, even harder. "That's right, Blaine. You belong to John now. You're no longer the right boy for Kurt. You never were. You always belonged to John. Your heart, your body, your everything was never yours to give."

Everything was starting to make sense.

Mr. Lawrence was angry. He was livid. After all this time, Blaine tried to run away from him. He waited for him to leave and tried to pull a fast one on Lenny. Lenny might be simple, but he was his best friend. The only other person he could truly trust in this world. Lenny had so much promise, but not enough spine sometimes. Blaine took advantage of that and it couldn't be forgiven.

He was proud that Lenny had caught him. He didn't know what he would have done if he lost Blaine. That was not an option. He could never lose Blaine. Lucky that cement was uneven and he'd been knocked out from the fall. Lenny had carried him back and locked safely in the house before he had woken up and before anyone had noticed. Moving to New York had been the best plan he'd ever had. It wasn't a loud city and in the area they lived in, screaming wasn't uncommon. He'd never felt more relieved.

Classes were finally over and now here he sat in his car keeping a steady distance from his target. He couldn't afford to be spotted. He had decided that Blaine had finally deserved the ultimate punishment. One that would finally make him be the obedient son that Mr. Lawrence had been craving. He'd hoped it wouldn't have come to this, but Blaine had truly given him no choice.

Mr. Lawrence picked up his phone and hit the #1 speed dial he had assigned to Lenny. It took a couple of rings, but finally Lenny picked up.

"Did you do as I asked?"

"I did," Lenny answered back. "He was going on and on about saving Kurt and when I spanked him, I kept telling him that he wasn't right for Kurt anymore and that you belong to him...and I think he finally got the message."

That piqued Mr. Lawrence's interest. "Why do you say that?"

"Well, when I first started spanking him, he struggled-worst than he ever did with you...and once I lectured him, the fight left him. He told me I was right and just lied on my lap and let me keep spanking him even after his ass was as red as a strawberry. He hardly even said a word."

Mr. Lawrence wasn't so sure. "Well, that son of ours is a great actor. He can say whatever you want to hear, so to be sure...I'm off to get a bit of an insurance policy. All I ask is that you keep our naughty boy locked in his room before I get home. He's still getting a harsh spanking from me tonight with our insurance policy in attendance."

"An insurance policy? What do you mean, John?"

Mr. Lawrence kept the car motoring along and smiled as he got closer and closer to his target. "We'll be inheriting another son tonight, Len." Mr. Lawrence smiled and hit the end call button on his phone. Kurt was about to become a member of this family and as a result, Blaine would never step out of line again.

Uh-oh, guys. Looks like trouble is on the way. Lenny is also an evil bastard isn't he? Poor Blaine just can't catch a break. Anyways, thank you for those lovely reviews, guys. They're seriously my motivational tool. I like to hear thoughts, it helps to steer the story in the right direction in several ways and also tells me that people are enjoying the story. So please don't be shy, do Jamie the biggest of favors and continue to leave those reviews if you like the story. I'm thankful for each and every one of them. =)

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