A/N: Guest: This story is probably going to be 6 chapters (not 100% sure yet though). In chapter 5 Blaine kills himself and I am thinking (also not 100% sure yet) about writing two chapter 6's. One where someone finds Blaine in time and brings Blaine to the hospital and he'll survive. And one where Blaine dies. The prompter asked for him dying (and I don't mind the Blangst!), but I don't really want him to die… I'll make it clear in the chapter title in which one he'll die. I hope it's okay like this and you enjoy the rest of this story.

And to all the other reviewers: THANK YOU! I really need those reviews. I mean I love Blangst, but this is REALLY dark and I kind of need to know if it's going okay!

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Blaine watched Mr. Reens closely as he slowly walked to the older man, his heartbeat rising with every step he took. This man wasn't a stranger to Blaine, but it also wasn't his friend. His son used to be his friend, but he's gone now. Blaine watched how Mr. Reens playfully moved the gun around Sam's head, making circles over his left ear and his blond hair. Blaine saw how a smirk formed on the dark haired man, as he could practically smell Blaine's angst from where he was standing, only one meter away.

The Glee club members didn't dare to make a move either. Most of them were even trying to hold their breath when Mr. Reens locked eyes with them. All of them were instructed to sit down on a chair and be quiet. They wanted to call 911, but it was too risky with the gun man keeping an eye on every single person in this room. It was too risky because Mr. Reens only had to make one simple move to kill their friend. He only needed to pull the trigger and Sam's heart will stop beating.

Blaine just stood there when Mr. Reens released Sam and pushed him to the ground. Blaine wanted to ask if he's okay, but his brain couldn't form any words at the moment and his mouth wasn't able to move either.

Sam was lying there on the ground. Unable to move. His eyes were wide open, watching the gun incisively. Only to avoid unwanted surprises.

"It's been a while since I last laid eyes on you, Anderson. You, what should I say? Changed. In a good way." Mr. Reens inspected the shaking boy closely before he continued. Blaine just wanted to run away, but he knows he won't be fast enough. It will be useless. He will be useless. "A very good way."

Blaine was still deciding whether he had to look at the ground, the gun, Sam or Mr. Reens.

He's not gonna shoot. The gun isn't pointed at you. You're safe.

"Come a little bit closer."

You were safe.

"Wh-why?" The ground, yeah he should look at the ground. That way Mr. Reens won't be able to see the tears rolling over his cheeks. When Blaine looks at the ground, no one will see that he's crying, no one will notice his fear.

"I just want to see you Blainey." Mr. Reens was playing with the gun in his left hand, impatiently waiting for the younger boy to make a move. "Of course I could also ask your friend to stand back up and come a little bit closer. But I can't promise you his heart still beats when I push him back to the ground."

"Please." Blaine sobbed. He really didn't want to come any closer, he just wanted to turn invisible and go to bed. And Kurt. He wanted Kurt. He needed Kurt.

With all the courage Blaine had he made his legs useful and walked even closer to the older man. This was his problem. Mr. Reens came here for him, not for Sam. If someone had to die, it had to be Blaine.

"You've become a good boy, Blaine."

Blaine didn't want to hear any of his words. He didn't want to hear Mr. Reens talk about him like that, giving him compliments even though he doesn't deserve them from him. When Blaine was close enough, Mr. Reens reached out and held Blaine against him. Chest to chest, with the gun pressed awkwardly against Blaine's cheek. The gun moved slowly from Blaine's cheek, to his nose, over his closed eyes and ended on his lips. Blaine couldn't stop the small sob that made his way out.

"Shhh, no need to cry Blaine. It's all gonna be okay." Mr. Reens comforted with a small smirk on his lips, quite enjoying the situation as it is. "You know why I'm doing this, right?" He whispered in Blaine's right ear playfully licking his ear shell, giving him chills all over his body. Blaine slowly shook his head. He didn't want to disappoint, but to be honest he didn't have a clue. "No?"

"I- I'm sorry." Blaine stuttered quietly.

"That's not a problem, babe. I can explain it to you." Blaine flinched at the new nick name, but recovered himself immediately after that. "You remember my son right? The boy you brought to the Sadie Hawkins Dance?" Mr. Reeds continued right after Blaine nodded his head a little. "He didn't want to go with you. He knew it wasn't safe. But you were so happy he said yes to you in the first place. He hadn't thought it through right then, but after he said yes he couldn't go back. You kept telling him how excited you were. You…"

"But…" He wasn't supposed to talk. He was supposed to listen to the older boy and do exactly what he says.

"But what, Blainey?"

"It's- it's not my fault." The way Blaine's voice cracked at the end of that sentence told Mr. Reens just how much he was scaring the younger boy.

Good.

"What do you mean? Didn't you ask him out?" Mr. Reens almost looked honestly interested, but Blaine knew better. The gun had moved a little bit higher, giving Blaine a better chance to speak.

Please don't shoot. Please don't.

"I- I did… but it's not- it is not my fault that- that he die-died." Blaine knees were shaking so bad that it almost made it impossible for him to stand still. Mr. Reens was inspecting the gun while he was moving it softly over Blaine's head. And Blaine couldn't help but think that he was deciding where the bullet will look on his best.

That is probably what Mr. Reens is really thinking about.

"If you didn't ask him out, he wouldn't have gone to that stupid dance! Those fucking assholes wouldn't have had a reason to beat the crap out of you guys! They wouldn't have had a reason to kill my son! It's you're fucking fault, Blaine!" Mr. Reens was shouting, but soon calmed down again. He was over it. It's been a few years, but it still made him angry. And it still gave Blaine nightmares some nights. "You're lucky you turned out so hot, babe. It's the only reason you're still alive." Mr. Reens mouth was back at Blaine's ear, whispering the last few words, and it was only now that Blaine realized why Mr. Reens was so touchy.

The fact that they were standing so close to each other. The whispers in his ear, licking his ear. Calling him babe.

"No! Please! Don't!"

"What's the problem, babe? Didn't realize until now that you're smoking hot?"

No, this wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He wasn't going to… going to have sex with a 45 year old. In front of his friends for God's sake! No, no, no! Blaine's breathing speeded up, his hands were fisting in his sleeves and he almost sank to his knees, but he kept himself together. He knew he was having some sort of panic attack and he knew that if he doesn't calm down he'll pass out. And he really doesn't want to know what Mr. Reens is going to do when that happens.

Mr. Reens loosened his grip on Blaine a little bit, the gun still pointing at the vulnerable boy, only to tell the boy to undress himself. Blaine didn't move, apart from him shaking like an idiot. He didn't make a move to get rid of his clothes. He stared at the gun, then he looked down, inspecting every part of his body, suddenly feeling very uncertain about it.

Stop shaking. Stop being such a baby, Blaine.

There is a fucking gun pointed at you!

Do what Mr. Reens says.

But Kurt.

You can't cheat.

Kurt doesn't want you when you have sex with Mr. Reens.

He'll think you're disgusting.

Blaine finally turned his head to look at his friends. Most of them were crying, some of them looked very angry. A few looked thoughtful in a way, probably debating on the best way to safe Blaine. To stop Mr. Reens from doing what he's about to do.

"Can't- can't we do i-it somewhere private." Blaine tried really hard to stop the tears from falling over his cheeks and make it all stop. He didn't care how, he just wanted this to be over.

"You seriously think I'm that stupid, sexy? Those friends of yours will call 911 as soon as we're gone." Mr. Reens closed the distance between Blaine and him again and softly stroked Blaine's cheek with his thump. Silently wiping out Blaine's tears. "Come on Blainey. There is no need to be shy. I'm sure you have an amazing body."

Ignore all those eyes on you Blaine. There is no one here. It's only you and Mr. Reens.

They won't make fun of you. They're your friends.

You don't need any help.

You can do it on your own.

There is only one problem, because he can't.

"Just stop it!" Blaine jumped when he heard the loud and confident voice from behind him. He really didn't expect anyone to say anything. He had hope, but he didn't thought it would actually happen. At first he thought that maybe Finn would say something to make the older man stop, but he'd never expect Jake to come up for him. "What makes you think we won't call the cops right now?"

"And what makes you think you're allowed to talk?" Mr. Reens turned Blaine around, making him face Jake and the rest of his friends. The older man held Blaine tight around his waist, Blaine's back pressed hard against Mr. Reens chest, while the gun was back against the curly haired boy's head. "Say one more word pretty boy, and I'll shoot his head off!" And right now a big part of Blaine begged Jake to keep going.

To make Mr. Reens mad.

He only needed to pull the trigger and all of this will be over.

He can finally close his eyes and fall asleep.

"How? With that shitty thing in your hands? It's probably even fake. You wanna be the tough guy? Well congratulations, but this stupid game is over!" Jake had no idea what made him say all of this, but he really hoped that he was helping the other boy and that he wasn't making everything even worse. It kills him to see his friends in pain. He can't just sit back and watch all of this happen.

"You really want to risk Blaine's life by thinking that this gun might be fake?" Mr. Reens actually laughed this time. A real sound of joy filled the room for a few seconds. The gun, that first was pressed against Blaine's head, was now directed at Jake. "I'll tell you a little secret, sweetie. This gun." Bang! "Is not fake."

Blaine jumped a little when he heard the hard sound of the gun being fired only a little away from his ears. He took a few deep breaths before he again studied his friends reactions. Their heads were all turned to the injured boy. To Jake, who was pressing his hands firmly on his knee, where he'd been shot only a few seconds ago.

This is your entire fault.

If you did what Mr. Reens told you, this wouldn't have happened.

Jake is injured because of you, Blaine.

"Got anything else to say?" The question wasn't just for Jake, but for everyone. And when no one answered, Mr. Reens finally turned his attention back to the boy in front of him.

"Where were we?" Mr. Reens acted like he had to think for an answer, but Blaine knew he didn't forget. He had hope, though.

"Oh yeah, you were about to undress yourself." Mr. Reens again took a step back and watched how Blaine slowly, with shaking hands undid his sweater.

A/N: Still going alright? And what is your thought about my chapter 6 idea? Tell me in a review or in some other fun way?! Reviews are always appreciated, but especially for this story!

Let's just all imagine that Blaine never cheated and that there aren't any security cameras in McKinley. Yeah? Okay. Good.

Thanks for reading and see ya next time maybe?

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