The next chapter of You're Taking Over Me! :D The next one will be uploaded tomorrow, along with (drum roll please) DRABBLE NUMBER TWO HUNDRED! Woo!
So far we have:
Save Me | Embrace Me | Await Me | Intoxicate Me | Leave Me | Dream Me | Forgive Me | Wake Me | Hallucinate Me | Dress Me | Know Me | See Me
Um. The chapter is not very cheery. Actually, it has pretty strong language, too, so be prepared.
Hurt Me
It was the morning of their sort-of-maybe-not-really second date. They were supposed to go eat brunch. Talk. Kurt hoped he might find out more about Blaine's life and wounds, so he could heal them; Blaine hoped he could get this- even if he wasn't sure what this was- out of his system and leave before he got hurt.
Supposed to.
Kurt's morning was the usual. Showering in lukewarm water because Rachel used all the hot water. A cup of coffee. His hair coiffed to perfection slowly. He didn't think anything was out of the ordinary- a normal Saturday morning. Well, with the exception of his date with Blaine. But he was trying not to stress out.
Blaine's morning was rushed and dizzy. He had a hole in his favorite pair of jeans, and no money to go fix them. Almost no food in the fridge, and he had no time to go grocery shopping. His phone's battery was dying two seconds after he unplugged it from the charger.
He thought about calling Dave, telling him to get him a new phone, but then he remembered he had no phone to call Dave with.
They met up outside of Kurt's apartment. Blaine was in leather and Kurt in Armani Isabelle let him borrow. Neither spoke, waiting for the other to begin, as they walked slowly, unhurried. Because they thought they had time.
The men showed up quietly, and Blaine didn't notice them, his gaze turned down. Kurt ignored them like he learnt to ignore every other gang of men in this crazy place. After all, what were the odds they wanted something to do with him?
The tallest guy coughed, and immediately, the two men closest to him moved to the opposite sides of the sidewalk. Blaine looked up at the source of the sound, and paled.
"Kurt," he whispered. "Leave. Now."
"What-"
"Now. I'll call you later. You need to go," he stopped walking, gripping Kurt's arm to make him stop as well.
"I don't understand-" he looked between the men and Blaine, and then lowered his voice as well. "Who are they?"
"Dangerous," muttered Blaine. Not letting you anywhere near them. "Leave. Go the opposite direction and don't even look back."
The tall guy realized his prey wasn't going to walk right into his trap, and nodded once to make everyone else go towards Blaine with him.
"Fuck. Just leave, Kurt, please," he begged.
"No."
"Kurt, are you nuts-"
"If they're so dangerous, you're not facing them alone." His voice was so determined and Blaine wanted to scream.
"Just go, dammit-"
"Hey there, faggot!" one of the guys near the edge of the sidewalk.
"Fuck off, Bailey." He stepped in front of Kurt, instinctively protective. "At least I don't screw my mom."
"Oh, Blainey," mocked the tall guy, standing right in front of Blaine- or actually, over him. The guy was gigantic. "Is that your pretty little boyfriend?"
"Oh, Brendon, I've missed you. How's your girl? Still sucking off every guy in sight? Or did she already get some freaky sex disease and died?" His tone was sweet as artificial sugar.
"She was a slut. I got a new one, as virgin as this fag," he pointed to Kurt, who stopped breathing.
"He's not the one you want, you little asshole. Let him be."
Brendon tsked his tongue. "Protective, aren't we?"
"You know I can get my men here faster than you can blink." Maybe not with a dead phone, but he doesn't know that. "So I suggest you stop wasting the oxygen here and go be a dumbass somewhere else."
"What if I don't wanna?"
"I'll fucking make you," Blaine spat, pushing him back.
Brendon pushed harder. "I don't think so." A nod, and the guy standing in the alley behind Kurt ran over to grip his wrists with one hand, the other on his mouth. Kurt tried to wrestle him, to scream, but it was useless.
Blaine was already too preoccupied with dodging punches and throwing his own to notice. Just when he kicked Brendon in the balls, the two remaining men launched at him, one of them gripping his throat and the other one punching his stomach until he was sure he heard a crack.
"Kurt," he closed his eyes against the pain and the lack of air. "Run."
Everything was black.
IMPORTANT!
I'm going away between the 13th and the 23 of July.
You already know the drill- two drabbles per day until the 12th, on which three drabbles will be posted.