A prompt- mobster!Blaine, victim!Kurt. It's probably miles away from what you had in mind, but I'm kind of proud of how this came out. Would anyone like a sequel? Let me know in the reviews.

Huge thanks for the prompts, by the way- feel free to send them whenever you'd like!

Save Me

The big, cruel-looking man pushed Kurt forcefully, and he fell back onto the pavement. Why, why wouldn't he swallow his goddamn pride for a fucking moment and take the pepper spray his dad bought him with him. Not that it could save him now- they were three and he was alone.

Kurt closed his eyes when the man raised his fist, obviously preparing for another punch.

"Dave!" called a distant voice. "Leave him alone," the voice came closer, and Kurt hesitantly opened his eyes. It was another guy in a leather jacket, smaller than the others, but somehow, he seemed… authoritarian, like he was the leader.

The guy who's name was apparently Dave growled with frustration, but lowered his hand and took a step back. "Come on, B! Look at him, he's-"

"I don't care. I said leave him alone." The other men were already a few feet further away from Kurt, and he couldn't be more thankful.

"But-" Dave started complaining, stopping as soon as the other walked closer to him and Kurt.

"No. I make the calls around here, and I say leave him alone." He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing. The bigger guy snorted.

"Whatever, Anderson. I'm out." With that, he walked away, not looking back.

The leader sent his arm towards Kurt, and he jerked away, frightened, realizing his intention was to help Kurt up just a second too late. He grabbed the offered hand, and the man pulled him to a standing position.

"Sorry about that," he said. "Dave can be a douche."

Kurt nodded, still shivering slightly. He glanced at the other two, but they didn't make any signs of moving soon. He still didn't let his guard down, ready to sprint away any moment.

"Seb, do me a favor, go find Dave before he kills a man. Trent, you can stay if you'd like, I don't give a fuck. Just don't make any sudden movements; it looks like the guy's about to break."

Kurt clenched his teeth before they could begin to rattle. An arm startled him again when it patted his shoulder softly. "It's okay, man, no one's gonna hurt ya. What's your name? You really shouldn't be walking around here at night."

"K-Kurt Hummel," he stuttered. "I got lost."

"Alright, Kurt Hummel. I'm Blaine. Where do you live?"

Kurt mumbled the address, looking down at his shoes.

"Well, that's not too far. Trent, go get my car." Blaine threw him the keys he pulled from a pocket in his jacket. "I'll give you a ride after I get him home."

Trent walked off, not complaining.

Now that they were alone, Blaine let himself step closer to Kurt, slowly as if he was trying not to scare him away. "You alright there?" he asked in a softer tone. Kurt sniffed, nodding. When he looked up, he found Blaine's face much closer than he had anticipated.

"B-Blaine?" He whispered. "Why did you stop him? Why didn't you just let him… hurt me?"

Blaine's eyes were darker, and Kurt didn't expect the truth. "For now, let's just say I did."

Half an hour later, in his apartment, Kurt found a note in the pocket of his pants. A phone number was scribbled on it in a neat handwriting, below it- a single letter:

-B

IMPORTANT MESSAGE!

I'm leaving soon for a trip to Italy and I'll be gone from the 19th to the 28th. I don't know if I'm going to have wifi there, so to make sure you'll have all your drabbles, I'm going to publish two drabbles per day until Thursday, on which you'll get a bonus two before I leave to catch my flight.