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Hunter was shocked momentarily when Blaine’s fist made contact with his jaw. The little shrimp could pack a punch and then some. Hunter laughed through the pain though. He welcomed it. He was used to it. He had trained his body to overcome pain, days, weeks, months of training his body to perfection didn’t fail him. He held his jaw and smiled as Blaine went on and on about not needing The Warblers and how things changed and blah blah blah. He listened wanting nothing more than to return the punch. His father’s voice yelled in his head about taking out an enemy was pushing him forward and yet he didn’t move.
Behind him Sebastian mouthed ‘I’m sorry,” to Blaine the moment that he looked at him. Sebastian hated what was going on and yet he wanted Blaine back. he was still in love with him and he hoped that he might get a chance to win him over if he helped Hunter. By the looks of it he could tell he fucked up. He looked at Hunter and sighed. Fuck. He would go along with whatever he asked him to. Sebastian was a man in love with two men. To different men at that.
“Are you done?” Hunter asked as he looked at the now unbound boy. “You can go if you want Blaine Anderson, heck the doors are right there. Walk out those doors and you won’t have to worry about us bringing you back here. As I said, we did this for you. True I have my ulterior motives, we need your good boy appearance and sexy voice to help us win nationals but that’s not the only reason.” He shrugged. “I am the kind of kind that likes to win and I will do anything I can to do it. No matter who I have to step on to do it. Unless you are a brother. If we win nationals this year we all get full scholarships to any university we want. The Alums will pay for it. Just because you left doesn’t mean that you are no longer our brother. “He walked toward Blaine. step by step until he was inches away from him. He cracked his knuckles, ready to strike but he held back. “Now make your decision. Stay or leave just know that you are passing up the opportunity of a lifetime. So what is it going to be. A future of success or a future of you and your little friends having yet another bake sale to raise money for a cheap bus?”
Did it for him? Blaine’s fingers wiggled at his side trying to shake of the last of the pain throbbing in his knuckles thanks to Hunter’s jaw. A warm tingle moved up his wrist from the ache and he gave paying attention to the sensation instead of the bated breaths and worried stares. “I don’t remember asking you for any favors and if you think this is one that I needed? Then you’re wrong.” Hunters reasons for wanting him back were no real surprise. Blaine didn’t figure he came looking for him because he was lacking in the friends department. There were over a dozen boys in the room that could fill that bill with or without wanting to.
An unimpressed stare was Blaine’s reply. “Trust me. I can see that you’re willing to do whatever you have to,” he said flatly balling his hand into a fist again but this time it was shoved into his pocket. “What I don’t understand is you thinking you have to ruin something so good to make it better.” Sebastian mouthing that he was sorry? Blaine did a subtle double take and shook his head. There wasn’t any need. They would be talking later.
“Why would I want watch you do it?” He didn’t need the scholarship but knew there were boys here who did. Sons of parents working there for discount tuition. Two stood less than ten feet away. They battled through tests, show choir and a billion other activities in hopes of getting what winning offered freely. A crack of knuckles drew his gaze to Hunter’s hands and Blaine’s came out of his pockets. The first punch was a mistake. Doing it a second time would take a hell of a lot of prodding but just in case. He heard one of the boys groan. Hunter’s prodding pinned him into making a decision that should be so easy. McKinley was where his heart was. Remember? But it wasn’t there anymore. The kids there needed him. Even if they didn’t act like it sometimes. Dalton was a ghost of a memory on pages in a book he was chapters past. A wonderful part of his story that he returned to in memories. Blaine licked his lips and rubbed his neck. His decision should’ve been easy. Without doubt. Doubt? He hated himself for only standing there instead of walking out the door. Narrow eyes stayed on Hunter’s. “I..,” he coughed and it looked painful. “I.. Can I think about this?” A deflated feeling collapsed his chest and stomach. Did he say that?
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