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Author's Note: Sorry to leave you for so long, guys! It's been a busy week! This is very uncharacteristic of me, but I am so darn tired that I'm just going to respond to the reviews in my author's note. I want to thank you all for your wonderful reviews as always. They make me so very happy to read them and they definitely keep me happy to write this for all of you. I love each and every one of you! Thank you for everything! You all make my heart smile!

-Casey

Chapter 14. "No More Silence."

Blaine felt his heart nearly give out as a firm hand had been placed roughly against his mouth. He felt another arm wrap around his chest as he was dragged over to behind one of the walls out of view from any possible spectators. This was it, wasn't it? Someone had come back for him; was it Dave or was it Azimio? He didn't know and truly he didn't want to. Not one was any better than the other option. He tried to struggle to get out of the grip he was locked in but it was too strong and Blaine's anxiety levels were increasing causing his strength to deplete. There was no getting out of this.

Once it was clear that he and his attacker were hidden from sight, he was spun around abruptly and then pinned against the wall to face the culprit dead in the eye. Even though he was sure that he knew exactly who it was, nothing could ever prepare him to once again be faced with the ice cold stare of David Karofsky. All that time he spent trying to prepare himself for this day; for everything that could possibly go wrong and the one minute he was alone, Karofsky had to come for him? His family, his therapist, Kurt...they were all right, he probably would have been safer locked away in his ivory tower. He wanted so desperately to get back to his life, but who was he kidding? He didn't have a life anymore; his life belonged to Dave and that was that. He tried his best to keep himself from shaking in terror as he was face to face with Karofsky but to no avail; it was instinctual.

"I take it, my darling Blaine that you've obeyed me and haven't said a word to sweet, clueless Kurt, yes?" Dave whispered hotly into Blaine's ear as he gave his ear a small nibble. The moisture from his breath had Blaine shuddering with fear and disgust.

In response, he gave a small nod as he stared with wide fearful eyes into his assaulter's cold calculating gaze.

"Good boy, you've begun to listen," Dave cooed with a sickening grin. He allowed his eyes to wander up and down Blaine's small frame, drinking him in. "By the way, I love that you're in this uniform of yours again. My naughty little school boy…good lord, the things I want to do to you right now with you in that hot little uniform. I can think of so much role play fun: you the naughty school boy and me the professor who has to teach you a lesson…I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Blaine felt his stomach churn in disgust as a result of that statement and felt like he was going to throw up the bite or two of chicken that he had consumed at lunch, but he didn't have any time to follow through because Dave carried on talking.

"It's time to take you home, Blaine. You've spent far too much time away and it's time to go back where you belong. My dad's out of town on another business trip so we can be alone. I'm tired of thinking of all the people getting to touch my property and me not being able to do anything about it. My touch is the only one you should be feeling. It's time we had a reminder, don't you agree?" Dave asked gripping Blaine's shoulders tight enough to cause some form of bruising.

Blaine could feel his eyes well up with tears. He didn't want to go with Dave, not at all. No matter how much he had tried to prepare himself for this moment, he was so frightened that he could hardly keep himself standing. He was sure that if Karofsky hadn't been holding him, he certainly wouldn't be standing of his volition. He looked to the taller boy and tried to open his mouth to say something but couldn't bring himself to speak. He could feel his breathing become erratic and he couldn't help it, but he choked back a quiet sob.

"Why are you crying, Blainey-Bear? We're going to go back to my house and have some fun, won't that be nice?" Dave inquired in an almost threatening tone, gripping Blaine's shoulders even tighter than before. Blaine couldn't free himself from his grip and whimpered as a result from the pain and frustration.

He felt his tears betray him and tried to calmly shake his head in response.

"You don't think it'll be fun?" Dave asked with a threatening glare in his eyes.

Blaine once again shook his head.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to take you and show you—"

"Please…don't," Came Blaine's quiet but weak response. It was barely audible, practically a whisper.

"What was that, darling?"

"Please, I can't take anymore. Please let me go…" Blaine begged softly, his voice cracking from lack of use.

Dave cocked his head like an inquisitive bulldog and took in Blaine's demeanor that was screaming defeat. A malicious smile spread across his face.

"Oh, baby, don't you get it? I'm never going to let you go; you're mine remember? I've let you spend too much time with Kurt filling your head with all sorts of ridiculous ideas. I guess I'm just going to have to remind you who you really belong to," Dave said in reply as he brushed the back of his hand against the side of Blaine's face in some form of affection.

Blaine shook his head more frantically. "No…no…" He muttered over and over again softly to himself.

"It's time to go, Blaine," Karofsky spoke firmly and without a moment's hesitation grabbed him by his waist and hoisted him up over his shoulder.

"No, please, please, don't do this! I'll do anything, just please let me go. Someone help me, please!" Blaine cried trying to get Dave to put him down. The volume of his cries had started to amplify resulting in Dave shushing him with a quick swat to his backside.

"Shut up! I'm taking you home whether you like it or not. Now you either get with the program or I will give you the harshest punishment you've ever had. Now be quiet and stop fighting me!" Dave hissed.

Despite the warning, Blaine continued to struggle over his shoulder but it was quite a task since Karofsky was much bigger than Blaine and he had a firm hold on him. He felt his heart race as he attempted to break free; he couldn't go back, he hadn't even truly begun the healing process from all of this and he was certain that if he was taken again, he would never recover. Even though he knew this was inevitable, he couldn't let it happen again without at least some semblance of a fight.

"Where did all this struggle come from? You've spent way too much time away from me. I'm guessing there were a few lessons that didn't stick. Don't worry, babe, we've got all the time in the world to teach you again," Dave stated as he tried to subdue Blaine from his further attempts to get free.

"No more, please. I-I can't take anymore, l-let me go." Blaine begged not even bothering to wipe away the tears spilling from his eyes onto the back of Dave's jacket.

"I'm not liking this defiance from you, Blaine. I'm thinking that you're in desperate need of a proper spanking on this bottom of yours and that's precisely what I'm going to give you when we get back home," Dave responded with a dark chuckle.

"No, no, no!" Blaine cried as he went limp over Karofsky's shoulder. He brought both of his hands up to his face and began to sob as he was carried away. By this time everyone had to have cleared the grounds and he couldn't bring himself to try to scream again for help. Even if someone did pass by, the two of them were hidden quite well from view so no one would notice. Plus, it could appear as nothing; for all anyone knew they could be two friends just messing around. Deep down, Blaine knew that this couldn't possibly look normal to an outside observer but with his luck, he wouldn't be surprised.

"You know you need it, baby; we've been over this. Just think of what a good little boy you'll be afterward, hmm? I'm sure it'll make you feel so much better," Dave responded and with that, he began to carry Blaine off towards the direction of his car. Blaine's messenger bag still hung from his shoulder bouncing against Dave's back with every step he took; it was too bad that Blaine couldn't get enough momentum to try and hit Karofsky with it, but the real question was if he had the opportunity would he even take it?

Sure enough, Blaine was right. The back of the school was a ghost town; not a single soul was wandering around, leaving Karofsky absolutely free to do whatever he wanted with him. Blaine looked up at the rows of windows that were the student dorms. Was anyone witnessing what was happening to him? Would anyone do anything? It was highly unlikely; who would be just sitting at the window waiting for something like this to occur? No, Blaine was going with Karofsky and that was the end of it.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

Blaine could hardly believe his ears. Someone was here, which was extremely rare. At about 4 PM every student was either gone or buried up in their dorms studying, but someone had noticed that something was off about this. His assumption of someone seeing him over Karofsky's shoulder and shrugging it off as nothing was disputed and he couldn't be more relieved. He gazed up from his hands and looked to see who his savior was. Nick and Jeff had been walking out of the main building on their way to get some coffee off campus and were now staring in shock at the scene that was occurring before them.

"Uh, j-just playing a game with Blaine, here," Dave laughed trying to lie his way out of the situation. "Yeah, see I go to school with Kurt-Blaine and I are really good friends. We like to play this game where I pick Blaine up and he tries to get free, you know? Strength versus strength…It's ridiculous I know, but heh, guys will be guys, right?"

Nick's expression darkened as he took a couple of steps forward, "I find that a little hard to believe seeing that Blaine is in no condition for games like this."

Jeff joined him and followed his lead with a backup reply, "If he won't talk with us or even Kurt for that matter, what in the hell would make us believe that he would play such a weird ass game like that with you? Who the hell are you, anyway?"

"I don't have to answer that. Blaine, tell your little friends here that it's just a game we play all the time and they have no business here," Dave ordered Blaine and waited for a response that would never come.

Before Blaine could even attempt to muster up a reply, Nick started in again.

"That just told me everything I needed to know. If you really were a friend of Blaine's you'd know he was going through a tough time right now and is currently speaking to no one. I have eyes, asshole; I can see Blaine over your shoulder right now and he looks absolutely petrified. I mean, he's crying for gods-sake and that right there shows me that you're no friend of his. So why don't you give it up and put him down now?"

Dave's eyes shifted darkly between the two of them before he responded to the demand and reluctantly put Blaine back onto his feet. Blaine swayed slightly trying to regain his balance as Dave attempted to fix his wrinkled Dalton blazer.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, you know I didn't mean to scare you. I was just trying to have fun like old times, remember? It's our game and that's all it is, right?" Dave asked in a voice that sounded apologetic, but his eyes bore into Blaine's practically daring him to disobey.

He stared back into Dave's eyes and didn't know what to do. He could risk everyone's safety by exposing Dave for the monster he truly was right here and now or he could keep his mouth shut and not say anything and live to see another day, albeit in fear. He was tired of being afraid; constantly looking over his shoulder and jumping at the sight of his own shadow. No, this wasn't a way to live; how could anyone live like this? If he kept his mouth shut forever, he could never get back to the normal life he so desperately wanted.

What about Kurt, though? If he risked exposing Karofsky and for some reason the cops decided not to do anything about it or couldn't find any evidence, then Kurt could be hurt or even killed. He was so conflicted; he had so much to lose by telling the truth.

"Listen Blaine, how about I make it up to you? I'll go buy us some coffee and we can catch up?" Dave suggested.

He really wasn't going to let it go. He had been caught and he was still trying to get away with Blaine. This was never going to end; one way or another it had to stop.

Blaine surprised everyone by not saying anything; instead, he bent down to retrieve his bag that he had dropped to the ground once they'd been spotted by the two Warblers and retrieved his phone from the side pocket.

"Blaine, what are you doing?" Dave asked in a tight voice.

Blaine gave no response; all he had to do was hit one button and he would reach the person he needed. He pressed his phone to his ear and felt his stomach flip with anxiety. He knew this was going to risk everything but he had to do it. If he had to go through this for just one more day, he might kill himself. He just couldn't live with this fear anymore.

Kurt walked out of the station feeling very good about everything. He didn't know if Dave was in fact the culprit, but he was definitely a suspect at this point. His interrogation with Officer Lindlowe proved to be fairly easy. She said she was going to tell her partner and keep a closer eye on Dave and check around the school for any suspicious activity. She also had promised to keep his suspicion confidential. He didn't want any harm to come to Blaine whether it was true or not.

He looked forward to seeing Blaine; he had been a nervous wreck all day. He hoped that Blaine had gotten through school all right. He still wasn't convinced that Blaine going back to school was a good idea. Anything could happen to him. What if his attacker knew that he was going to be there and got to him when he was alone? The thought terrified him; he had to take a deep breath and come to a resolve that he was freaking out over nothing and Blaine was probably fine. He had been corresponding with him all day and despite a few hiccups, everything seemed to be going fine.

He had just arrived at his car and was beginning to unlock the door when his phone began to vibrate from his pocket. He reached in to grab it and stared in shock at the caller ID.

Incoming Call: Blaine

Kurt knew something had to be wrong. Blaine wouldn't have been calling him at this point, he would be texting him. He held his breath and answered.

"Blaine, honey? Is something wrong?"

Kurt could hear the shallow breaths coming from Blaine's end. What the hell was going on?

"Blaine, sweetheart, talk to me!" Kurt yelled into the phone, feeling his panic start to set in.

"K-Kurt? I don't h-have anytime to explain. I-it was Karofsky and you need to get help. Please, help me, Kurt!"

Kurt's eyes widened. He was right all along; it was Dave from the beginning. He didn't know what was going on, but he heard some shouts in the background and the phone started to cut out a little.

"Blaine, what's going on?" Kurt asked feeling his heart thunder against his ribcage. What was going on? Who was shouting?

He heard more and more shouts and the sound of the phone crashing to the ground.

"Blaine? Blaine!" Kurt shouted desperately trying to get Blaine to talk to him again but obviously Blaine had either dropped the phone or it had been knocked out of his hands somehow.

He then heard a rather loud sob, but it was the sound that came next that had him running back to the police station as fast as his feat could carry him: the sound of a gunshot.

I am evil…that settles it…I got you off of a cliffhanger just to give you another one. I'm sorry guys, lol. I hope my writing wasn't affected by my overwhelming fatigue, but I had to give you at least something. -.^ Aaaand, oh man, Dave had a gun, you must really wanna kill me…lol. If you leave me some very nice reviews, I'm thinking I can get another chapter up here tomorrow night at some point. =D It would make Casey very happy. =) So, comments?

-Casey