Cheerios practice. An escape where he could let loose, pretend he was completely into. Verses the fact that he’d rather be singing and performing and was just making due instead. Because he had no idea what to do with himself if he couldn’t do what he really loved. Especially now. Hours went by, gruellingly physical for some but a welcome exhaustion to him. Another day gone and now it was time for the drive home. After a shower. Problem was? He didn’t get that far. Being the only guy on a female squad of cheerleaders did have one benefit. The showers were his after practice and his alone. Usually it was a good thing. Until today. He’d bent over to tuck away the tube of gel and his uniform into his dufflebag when there was instant dark after rush of footsteps that he barely had time to register the sound of. Before he knew it, he was letting go a startled cry and hauled up over the shoulder of someone who had a body that anything but a teenage girl’s.
“HEY! HEY! Put me down!” Blaine went into fight mode. Kicking and flailing as instinct took over. Until rough hands grappled him still, shoved up the sleeves of his cardigan and wrapped something around his wrists. No one was there to help him as he fought the best he could before the world shifted, gravity with it, and he was tossed into a car. Did something hit him upside the head? Or was it a pinch to his arm or..? He couldn’t remember. The rest was a blur that left him where he was now. Lifting his bound together wrists to wipe his lips and noticing a hellishly awful sour taste in his mouth that made him cringe. Blurry vision soon honed in on a pair of shoes standing inches away. They were black and polished in oils that smelled expensive. “You aren’t going to get away with…,” he felt like he was talking in slow motion as he picked right back up where he was sure he left off. Before the blank space that swallowed up whatever happened after he’d been overpowered. His limbs were heavy but one knee moved and then the other as he began pushing himself up. An attempt that was going to, judging by the first failed attempt that had him sitting right back down, take more than one try.
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