A/N: This is probably the chapter that I'll be most uncomfortable with to write… I guess you all know what is going to happen here! I'm sorry if it sucks or if you don't like it. Or if you have no idea what you're reading. This is the first (and probably last) time I wrote something like this. I really wouldn't mind a little bit less Blangst.

Anyway, please tell me what you think about this! I feel like such an asshole for doing this to Blaine! I'm sorry Blainers! Are you guys still enjoying this and do you still want more? I tried to focus more on his feelings during the rape then on the sexual stuff, but I couldn't completely ignore it. And the feelings are of course also a big thing in the next chapter… I hope you guys like it and I REALLY want you guys' opinion on this one too! Any tips?

Disclaimer: I own nothing

It took Blaine about a minute to get rid of his sweater and another minute to take of his undershirt, finally giving New Directions and Mr. Reens a full few of his naked torso. He was turned with his back to the older man, shyly facing his friends. He unintentionally locked eyes with Brittany who was crying quietly, her face buried in Ryder's shoulder.

It's your fault she cries, Blaine.

You're the bad guy.

You deserve this.

Blaine was shaking and crying, but he didn't stop. He didn't stop doing what Mr. Reens had asked him to do, because bad things will happen if he does. Someone will get hurt. Again.

Mr. Reens had already opened his zipper with his right hand and pulled his member out of his pants. He slowly stroked his already half hard cock, while watching the younger boy with lust filled eyes. The gun was still firmly in his left hand, directed at the half naked boy. It was like he didn't care about Blaine. That it didn't matter to him that Blaine doesn't want this. He didn't care that Blaine was nervously shaking on his legs, while looking at the ground to hide his tears. He just wanted to get laid.

Blaine could hear soft, small moans from behind him, only giving him a bigger reason not to turn around. He knew what was going to happen, but he didn't want to face it just yet. He didn't want to face his fears. He always runs away when it gets too much, but this time he can't run away. He can't stop this guy.

Or people are going to die.

His friends will die.

"Babe, turn around." Blaine looked up abruptly as he heard Mr. Reens asking him to turn around. He avoided everyone's gazes as he slowly did what his was told. He still couldn't look at the older man. He just stared at the wall.

Mr. Reens came closer and closed the distance between Blaine and him again. He inspected the younger boy closely, not missing a single spot of his naked chest. Without saying a word Mr. Reens reached for Blaine's hand and placed it softly around his cock.

Blaine didn't move his hand. He just stood there silently crying, still looking at the wall. It was very clear that Mr. Reens didn't like the smaller boy's behavior at all, but he tried to stay calm. He was going to get what he wants. It doesn't matter if Blaine cooperates or not. If it doesn't go fast enough right now, they just have to go a little bit faster when the best part comes up. It's not like Mr. Reens brought any lube anyway.

Mr. Reens silently placed his hand over Blaine's, forcing him to stroke his cock and Blaine couldn't stop the sob that made his way out.

"You're so sexy with my cock in your hand." Blaine just wanted him to shut up. He didn't want to hear Mr. Reens' voice he didn't want to be here. He didn't want to do this. But Mr. Reens didn't wait any longer. Within a second he pulled back the hand that first was around Blaine's only to reached to the younger boy's pants slowly opening his zipper and pulling his pants down till it reached Blaine's knees. Mr. Reens silently pointed at Blaine's shoes, telling him to take them off. He wanted to see the younger boy. All of it.

Blaine kicked his shoes out and did the same with his pants. He was now standing in the middle of the choir room only in his boxers, holding his arms protectively over his chest as he looked at the older man. Waiting for his next move.

It didn't take much time for Mr. Reens to do something. Without any warning or hesitation the older man got rid of his pants and boxers, keeping his sweater on, as best as he could with only one hand. He only pulled his pants down till his knees. He didn't kick them out; he just stood there, with his cock on full display for the teenagers to see.

"Babe, you're going to feel so tight around me. It's going to feel so good."

For you, maybe. Everyone thought it, but no one could say it out loud. No one wanted to get shot. Jake was nearly passing out on his chair in the back row with a pained expression on his face. No one wanted to feel what he's feeling right now.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Blaine?"

"Can't you just kill me?"

Mr. Reens just laughed at the shaking boy, but this gave Blaine a good enough answer. Mr. Reens won't kill him. At least not until he has what he wants.

"Boxers out and turn around!" He didn't sound nice anymore. His voice was loud and clear and Blaine liked it more like this. He didn't like it when Mr. Reens talked to him so sweet and harmless. This is better. Not good, but better.

Blaine inhaled deeply, trying to lose his nerves and the fear in his body, but it only made him more nervous and scared. He slowly reached for his boxers and pulled them down, bit by bit. In any other situation it would have looked like Blaine was teasing the other man with the amount of time he took to do it, but in reality he just wanted to postpone it as long as possible.

Now fully naked, Blaine silently waited for Mr. Reens' next order.

Mr. Reens pointed to a spot in front of him on the ground and soon he followed this with the next instructions.

"Hands and knees." Blaine walked to the spot and kneeled down, facing New Directions again with his ass up in the air.

Sam couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't just keep watching and not do anything while seeing his best friend in pain and seeing him cry. He wanted to help him as soon as he realized what Mr. Reens was going to do and even before that, but he couldn't move. He was still paralyzed because of the gun that was against his head a few minutes ago. Sam is already this scared and he can only imagine what Blaine is going through.

Mr. Reens didn't say anything after his order. He just watched how Blaine kneeled down in front of him and Mr. Reens quickly stood behind the younger boy. His dick was more than ready to fuck the younger boy, just by watching Blaine undressing himself and kneeling down. His cock was lined up with Blaine's ass and he didn't wait any longer. Mr. Reens watched how the top of his dick slowly disappeared as he pushed inside of Blaine. He didn't miss Blaine crying out in pain, making Mr. Reens think that the boy he was about to fuck was a virgin. And this only made him hornier.

This was the moment for Sam. If he really wanted to do something, he had to do it now.

Sam doesn't know much about gay sex, but he does know that it hurts when you're not good enough prepared, in this case not at all, or when there isn't any lube involved. It's maybe not the best idea, but he can't really think clear right now and it will make it less painful right?

"Wait!"

"What the fuck do you want?" Mr. Reens pulled out of Blaine without really thinking about it and shouted to the boy on the ground. Sam, if he remembers correctly.

"Why-why don't you let Blaine blow you?" And before tonight Blaine thought that he was Sam's friend, but right now he's not so sure anymore.

"That is actually a pretty good idea. Thanks." Blaine could feel two hands holding him up by his waist, silently forcing him to turn around and face Mr. Reens' cock. "Well, aren't you going to do anything?" Blaine kept his mouth shut and wasn't going to obey. Until he heard Sam's words.

"Come on Blaine. Make him nice wet and smooth."

Maybe Sam did mean it friendly. At least in his own way, because if Blaine could decide he'd rather just get fucked without blowing the older man first.

Mr. Reens put his hand behind the back of Blaine's head and pushed him closer. Blaine opened his mouth slowly and took in as much as he could of Mr. Reens, but this wasn't enough. Without any warning the older man trusted inside of Blaine's mouth hitting the back of Blaine's troth. The younger boy squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax his jaw as good as he could. This wasn't the first time he gave someone a blowjob, but Kurt was always really gently and sweet. Every time when Kurt moved his hips he started to apologize, which left Blaine laughing or being sexually frustrated because Kurt didn't trust himself anymore not to move and wanted to stop.

A few minutes past and a lot of uncomfortable moans filled the room when the hand behind Blaine's head disappeared and Mr. Reens pulled his leaking dick out of Blaine's mouth.

"That's enough, baby. You're doing great." They are back to the sweet talk; great, Blaine thought.

"Got any other ideas?" Mr. Reens looked at the teen on the ground, Sam, as he asked the question, who thought about it for a bit. Silently discussing in his head if he should just go for it and be the cool guy or shake his head.

"May-maybe you should go? We-we won't call the cops we promise!" Well if that didn't sound cool, Sam didn't know what does. Mostly the stuttering he added was very terrifying. Really, Mr. Reens should really be frightened right now.

Obviously he wasn't. He amusedly shook his head as he pushed Blaine back to the ground without saying anything and positioned himself at the same place he found himself before he shoved his dick into Blaine's mouth. He slapped playfully on Blaine's cheek before he again trusted into Blaine's tight hole. This time Blaine didn't cry out it pain. It was still very painful, but the pain was bearable.

Mr. Reens placed one of his hands on Blaine's hips squeezing hard, probably making bruises right there, making his fingerprints visible for anyone to see. The other hand was still holding the gun, but he wasn't pointing it to anyone in particular anymore, he was too busy with enjoying the younger boy in front of him on his knees.

Shaking.

Crying.

But Mr. Reens couldn't care less.

This boy didn't deserve to be happy. Not after what he did to his son. He loved his son and now he's dead.

When Mr. Reens showed up with the perfect lie, that his car was broken, he was really planning on killing the other boy. But he soon realized that that was too easy. One simple bullet and everything would be over. Blaine won't feel the pain, at least not like he did. Blaine doesn't have to live with losing someone he loves. He won't have to cry himself to sleep every single night. He doesn't have to explain to his other son that his brother died. He will just be dead.

It's too easy.

This. This is way worse. The humiliation, the pain and mostly the not being able to make it stop or right. There is nothing Blaine can do to make it stop. He has to go through the pain. He's hopeless. And Mr. Reens knows that Blaine really can't stand it when he doesn't have any control. Mr. Reens knows the younger boy well enough to know that he's destroying his life right now.

"Fuck! So good!" Blaine didn't hear anything anymore of what the other guy said. He tried to shut it all out. He doesn't want to hear him moan and tell him how good everything was. This has to be over. It has to be done. Blaine didn't want this, but his body was telling him something else. His cock was hard and he knew that he was about to come really soon if this didn't stop. And it didn't matter how much Blaine wanted it to stop, he couldn't.

You're a teenager.

It's not your fault.

"Pl-please" As soon as he said it he regretted it.

"What was that? Harder?" Mr. Reens didn't wait for another response and trusted his hips forward even harder as before, almost making Blaine losing his balance and falling right on his face. Almost.

It didn't take much more shoves until Mr. Reens was coming. He was of course hard since the beginning of the night. With a loud shout and a few last shoves he came , proudly filling Blaine's ass with his sperm. He waited a few seconds before he pulled out of Blaine and immediately started to dress himself. Putting his boxers and pants back on smiling at the shaking and crying boy, who had his head turned to the ground.

"You can come too, babe. Let it go. I won't stop you." Blaine didn't response, but Mr. Reens didn't care anymore. He got what he wants and that is what matters. With the gun still in his hands he left the choir room. Leaving the New Directions alone.

A/N: I'm so sorry! Whaaaa! It probably sucks too… I'm glad this chapter is done XD! I'm sorry for the long wait. But please tell me what you guys think! I'm very impressed by the amount of reviews this story gets and they are still coming! What?!

Anyway, thanks for reading even though it's maybe not so good. I know. And I let you guys wait pretty long for a shitty chapter like this. I'm sorry.

See ya next time maybe? And it hopefully will be a little bit better.

Quick question: Do you guys want Blaine's parents to be in it or Burt (and Carole)? My preference is Burt, but if you have a really good reason why I should add some Blaine/Parents scenes you can always tell me! I haven't written anything yet, so… (Blaine's parents won't be homophobic or anything, I already have something else in mind for them!)

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