And here's my new chapter! I was really excited to write this chapter, even though it was a lot more difficult than I had thought in the beginning. Please review, then I write quicker and it gives me more motivation to write.
Blaine rushed through the whole center. No sight of Kurt, nowhere. It was almost half an hour already and he was sure that it wouldn't take that long for Cooper to wake up, so the chance that they were looking for Blaine already was big. He needed to do something. He needed to find him, he must find him. "Where are you, god dammit," he yelled loudly as he started to run again, checking every cell to see if he was there. And then he got an idea. Blaine ran over to the control room, which to his luck, was empty. It seemed to take forever for the computer to start and he tapped his fingers impatiently on the table. He opened the folder with all of the files of the people they held there. Blaine remembered getting a chip in his arm when he was in here. That would be the way to find Kurt.
It took forever, but finally, he found his folder and his chip number. As he walked over to another device, he heard voices – his brother's being one of them. He quickly typed in the number and looked up where he was. He was on the roof? That was impossible, no one ever came there, and they never held patients there. But then again, that made perfect sense. With his heart still racing in his throat, he started to run, pushed his brother aside as he ran up the stairs. "Kurt!" he yelled as he looked back to make sure that he wasn't shortly followed. He shut the door behind him as he walked up to the roof, hearing slight mumbling coming from the other side. He ran over, made sure not to trip and he looked at Kurt, who was half passed out, tear stains still on his cheeks and who shook his head a little. Blaine reached out for the back of his head and undid the gag, so he could talk.
"Kurt, look at me. I told you, I'd get you out of here.. I promised," he whispered, smiling a little as he started to undo Kurt's wrists and the ropes on his feet before taking the rope around his chest off. Kurt stayed quiet, but fell forward against Blaine.
"Kurt, please, wake up.." Blaine said, holding his boyfriend up with all the power he got, kissing his cheek softly. "You can do this.. Hold on to me," he said, but again, no movement nor sound. "Kurt, listen to me! You need to let me help you! Let me help you!" he yelled as he looked Kurt in the eyes, seeing how empty and broken he was.
"You're too late, Blaine. He broke faster than you did. He loathes you," he heard from behind him, and he kept holding Kurt closely, tears streaming down Blaine's face.
"No.. No. I'm not too late.. He wasn't like this yesterday, Cooper.. Just let us go."
"You know I can't, little bro."
"Yes, you can.." Blaine suddenly heard a whisper coming from his shoulder, and Kurt moved his arms up just a little, holding on to his shoulders weakly.
His body hurt, his eyes were heavy, and he could barely move. But Kurt knew he had to do something. "Let us go.. Please.." he whispered, hearing his boyfriend Blaine whispering how it would all be okay, and he smiled weakly.
"Father!" Blaine suddenly yelled, fear in his voice, causing Cooper to turn around quickly – but there was no one there. Kurt's arms were pulled on and Blaine pulled him over to the helicopter which was on the roof, climbing in and putting Kurt in the back. "We'll be alright.. I promise you I'll make it alright," Blaine whispered, going with one hand quickly through his boyfriends hair as he buckled him up and then closed the door, hearing gunshots which hit the helicopter. Blaine crawled into the front seat, and even though he wasn't exactly sure how it worked, he had sat next to the pilot enough times to know how to start.
"We'll be alright," Blaine whispered as he took off. The helicopter shook heavily, and gunshots still hit them, but neither of them got hurt in the process.
Kurt closed his eyes, feeling too tired and still too weak from the drugs that they had given him, and he passed out quickly.
Blaine knew it wasn't over. His father wasn't going to give up, and as long as Kurt still had the chip in his arm, they were going to be able to find where they were. As soon as he had flew so far that they were at least 20 miles away from the facility and the tank was starting to get dangerously empty, he landed in a meadow, which wasn't that hard at all. It took him ten minutes to finally put it to the ground, but then they were there, in the woods. Blaine moved out of the front seat and towards the back, seeing how Kurt had fallen asleep. His hand moved up to his face and he slowly stroked it, kneeling next to him and slowly starting to cry. He had never wanted this to happen.. He didn't deserve this.
"Kurt.. Wake up."
"Mhmm..Please don't hurt me," his boyfriend mumbled, opening his eyes slightly. Blaine shook his head and pulled him into his arms.
"You're alright, Kurt.. You're alright. We're alright."
He felt Kurt's little smile against his cheek and then he felt how his shoulders were shaking a bit. "It's all going to be alright," he assured Kurt, kissing his cheek.
"Promise me.."
"I promise. I promise no one will ever harm you again," Blaine said as he took his hands. "Let's get out of here.. We need to keep moving and get the chip out of your arm." Blaine sat Kurt down on the little bench again before searching through the cabin for a bottle of water, but without success. He pulled him up again and wrapped his arms around him, letting Kurt lean on him.
"You saved me," Kurt said on a drowsy tone, looking over at Blaine.
"Yes.. I did.. But let's not talk.. Let's get us out of here."
They had to move. By this time, Cooper had contacted their father, and they were on their way.