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Hunter was busy giving the boys their weekly steroid shots when through the doors of the Senior common room burst open announcing the return of Ethan and Jasper. turning to Nick he gave the boy a hard spank and sent him away. Nick walked into the warm embrace of his long time boyfriend Jeff and looked upon the scene with shock. All at once the boys that knew Blaine before his departure made their distaste unknown. “Hunter you said he wasn’t going to be hurt.” “Is he okay?” “Why is he unconscious?” Hunter gnawed his teeth and yelled. “Shut Up!! I never asked them to hit him across the head.” He turned to the boys in question and glared at them. “Why is he knocked out?” Once the boys explained that it was the only way to gain control over the unruly boy did he nod. “You see it had to be done. I will have no more bad mouthing me or my decision. I needed to get him here and everything will be explained afterwards.” At once the boys shut their mouths, they knew better than to mess with their leader. “Sebastian warm them up. We will be working out our thighs today gentleman. There is no way that we will lose to the losers at Mckinley this year. Not while I am in charge.” He walked toward Blaine when he realized the the boy was coming into consciousness. He chuckled lightly at the boy as he tried to sit up. He looked like a baby deer trying to walk. “Welcome back Brother.” he smiled as he bent down to greet Blaine.
Blaine could recognize the smell of the room long before it registered in his dazed senses where he was. Past the shoes of the person approaching him. Old wood polish, books and an unmistakable earthy scent ingrained into every nook and cranny of the building he once loved to call home. Dalton. You’ve got to be kidding— No. No one was kidding him. What was happening was as real as the binds around his wrists and the metallic taste he continued to swallow making him sick. A foreign chuckle and the knowledge of where he was flattened his scrunched together in shock beyond words features. Blaine’s slack mouth clamped shut and his eyes narrowed. His own style of a death stare shot through a set of thick lashes landed directly on the figure crouching in front of him. Mixed in with anger and the traces of fear and humiliation at being kidnapped out of McKinley’s locker room by these people? Was an ache building in his heart seeing, yet again, what a place that was once his sanctuary and a room full of ‘brothers’ he began to tune into standing in the background watching this all happen became in such a short time. “Don’t you brother me. I’m not your brother.” Twisting his wrists against the rope hard enough to make his skin turn white til he stopped and thought better, Blaine grunted and ignored how badly his head spun forcing himself to focus and get up! Especially with Hunter this close. The heels of his palms were shoved hard against the floor allowing him to push himself backwards to get some space away from the psychopath not really going far until he bumped against a chair. A dead halt that worked to his advantage because at last he had something to use to plaster himself against and sit instead of lay there. Venom laced the words he spat. “What the hell is your end game, Clarington? You can’t just KIDNAP people to get them to listen to you,” his eyes went round as saucers, “It doesn’t work like that!” Then fell into a boiling glare and he growled through gritted teeth, “What PLANET do you think you’re on?!”
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