clarington-the-hunt:
“Planet Earth and I seem to recall a little phrase that goes a little something like this, “An eye for and eye, a tooth for a tooth.” He winked at the boy who has seemed to finally found his sea legs. “You and that wide mouthed boy had the gall to slither into our sanctuary and steal back the trophy that was rightfully ours. Dressed as a couple of made up superheroes no less,” he laughed, a few of the newer Warblers joined in. “You see the thing is Blaine, no matter where you go you will always be A Warbler. You can run after puppy love and enter their little island of mismate toys, but you can never change who you are. You were created for greater things, Blaine Anderson. Which is why I had you brought here. Heck, I rescued you.” Hunter stood up straight and snapped his fingers as a signal to free Blaine of his bounds. “You have a choice to make Blaine Anderson.” He turned to face the boy who was being released from the ropes the bound his hands together. “You can run away and turn your back on your brothers again, who you abandoned already when you chased after Kurt who you then cheated on. Or you can start a new life, a life that doesn’t end the moment that you graduate Dalton Academy but a life that will continue there after. A life of success, money, sex, and love. So what will your choice be, Brother?”
Hunter and the few Warblers who he didn’t know laughing at him only made him angrier. “Rescued me,” he mumbled, chin tucking down and an eyebrow crinkling. “Seriously?” The question was rhetorical and mostly to himself. Once again, Blaine’s head shook in disbelief. A choice? The Warblers who approached were the new victims of Blaine’s hawkish stare. Even privy to a snarkishly grunted, “Thanks,” as they untied his hands. Instead of immediately looking back at Hunter, Blaine sought out someone else. Sebastian. Who received a totally different look. Blaine’s face softened like he couldn’t believe Seb would be in the same room with these people. None of his Warblers should be. Yet..they all were. Snatching the rope roughly from the boy that finally untied it Blaine threw it down and hurried to his feet stalking towards Hunter and stopping less than a step away. His head spun but Kurt being brought up? The last of his resolve to keep somewhat calm snapped. Blaine didn’t realize he made a fist until it landed a punch to Hunter’s jaw so hard that he preferred the explosion of pain in his temple to how bad his hand hurt on the backswing. Probably not the best thing to throw at him if Hunter was trying to get on his good side. He blinked right after. Shocked at himself and that he was brought that breaking point but it’d been a downhill run since the second he was snatched, bound and knocked the hell out. Then brought here for what? Just to see something so important, a place he loved being brought to even bigger pieces of rubble at the hands of this jerk. “What gives you the slightest idea I’d want to be here?” Blaine wished he sounded more convicted. Or that he could’ve kept Hunter’s gaze on lock. Which he didn’t. Instead? He glanced at the floor then to the crowd watching and waiting for his response. All eyes on him. “I don’t recognize this place after what you did to it.” A shoddy lie from someone who could never pull one off. He did recognize it. Too well. Always would. Some of the boys were holding their breath, ones he didn’t know smirked and some looked lost hinging on what was about to go down. Breathing deep, his jaw flinched as soon as his and Hunter’s eyes met. “You sound so convinced my life will end after McKinley.” The fakely broad smile he plastered on was carefully maintained. “So? I’m not. I don’t–This isn’t home anymore,” he shook his head refusing to back down. The blazer hanging from the side of the chair next to his bed begged to tell a different tale but it was biased. “Go to hell, Clarington. I’m leaving. Stay away from me and my school. Got it?”
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