Kidnapped! ⋈ Blunter

clarington-the-hunt:

Hunter shook his head with a crooked grin. “Well it seems like that little public school robbed you of your fighting spirit. You certainly aren’t behaving like I expected. Except for that right hook. I must say that was very sexy,” Hunter grinned. “That is the Blaine that I heard about. The man who led the Warblers vocally about two years ago, almost making it to nationals.” He cocked his head to the side. “You still have brothers here from that time.” He turned to point to them. “I believe you know Nick, Jeff, Trent and Thad.” He smiled at his brother as they all greeted Blaine with smiles and nods of their heads. “As I said, all of us, no matter our economic backgrounds have a chance of getting full scholarships to college if we win. Some need it more than others.” He let it stick, reminding Blaine that Trent was one of the boys was attending Dalton on a scholarship. “We’ll leave you to your thoughts then, brother,” he nodded at Blaine, not wanting to push him further. “Come on gentleman, Sectionals are coming up and we need to bring our A-Game if we are going to destroy Vocal Adrenaline and the Who-sits.” He gave Blaine yet another wink and turned around in a style that was seen on a soldier. He moved with precision and a manly grace as he walked through the crowd and stood in the center. “Sebastian please show our brother to the door so that he may take whatever time he needs to think things over.”

Sebastian nodded, loving the authoritative way that Hunter spoke. It made him want to send all the boys away and do things with his leader. He quickly shook his head and placed an arm over Blaine’s shoulders. Though they didn’t see each other much Sebastian considered Blaine of his his best friends. “Come on, Buddy,” he spoke as he led Blaine out of the Senior common rooms so that the boys could begin to practice. “That was quite a punch you gave Hunter,” he smirked as he patted Blaine’s back. “I must admit more than a few of us longed to do what you did,” He smiled and dropped his arm from Blaine’s shoulder and took a hold of his hand. It wasn’t meant in a sexual way, he just enjoyed walking hand in hand with Blaine. It gave him comfort knowing that Blaine still cared for him, especially after he mistakenly hurt him last year with the rock salt slushie. “He means well though, even if he comes out arogant. He really is trying to perfect us and he has plans to get us all scholarships to any University of our choice. All of us. We just need you to add to our already strong team.” He stopped when he reached the entrance and placed a kiss on Blaine’s cheek. “Please think about it, Killer.” He winked in a playful manner. “I’ve been meaning to get you back hear. I still think you are sex on a stick who sings like a dream.”

What? Blaine glared at the comment on how his ‘fighting spirit’ must’ve been robbed by McKinley. Hunter didn’t know him from Adam, other than what was said to him by the other Warblers in the room that knew Blaine better than he ever would. He’d laid out his heart and soul to a few during late night conversations shared in dormitory hallways or through song. It was those boys that caught his eye when Hunter pointed. A deep building guilt planted a seed in his belly already and now it was just getting bigger. Trent’s and his eyes met. Blaine had to look away. “You don’t need to remind me,” he spoke calmly looking directly back at Hunter and purposefully avoiding eye contact with the others. “I know what some of them need. I said give me a chance to think on it. You can’t expect me to,” he stopped abruptly. Cut off by Hunter gathering the Warblers together after shooting him a smarmy ass smirk of a wink that Blaine rolled his eyes at. The way Hunter turned around made the former Warbler wonder if he was right in the head. Dalton wasn’t the Army but this guy apparently didn’t seem to get the memo. It made him cringe internally to see everyone else fall in line behind him. Taking a wary look at each one, Blaine couldn’t stop his heart dropping in his chest seeing how they looked now when he remembered his Warblers so differently. When they fell in synch with a natural bond that tied them together in true brotherhood, not by chains of whatever version it became under Hunter’s watch.

Sebastian jerked him out of his thoughts by slinging an arm around his shoulders. A stunned expression dropped his mouth open as he looked up at the taller boy. “Yeah.. Coming.” One final look around Sebastian’s arm to the room behind and they were gone. Outside in the hall, caramel eyes were drawn between him and Sebastian as their fingers were laced together. Blaine gave Sebastian’s hand a squeeze and brushed his thumb over the side of his hand. “Trust me. I didn’t do it on purpose but I don’t feel too much guilt either. What in the hell was that, Seb? Means well? Are you sure about that,” questions kept coming now that they were alone. Sebastian’s hand received another gentle squeeze when he kissed Blaine’s cheek. “I’ll think on it. That’s all I can promise.” Long lashes dropped to veil a set of eyes that scrunched together due to an embarrassed smile he aimed to the side. Sex on a stick who sings like a dream. Leave it to Sebastian to curb his mood the way he was best at. Not that Blaine minded. He was grateful for the break from the tension he knew would come back soon enough. Thumbing over his shoulder to keep the mood ‘light’ Blaine rolled his lips together, blinking inquisitively. “Hey? Are you going to let me use your phone? Or drive me back to my car? Your brothers didn’t really let me drive and my phone is in my bag on the floor of the locker room at McKinley,” he lightly elbowed him trying to smile. He almost made it. There was a hope Sebastian would pick the second option. They needed to talk. If not talk? Catch up. Blaine wasn’t ready to go home and stew over yet one more thing added to the already too damn long list of things to he already had.

Kidnapped! ⋈ Blunter

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?”

Kidnapped! ⋈ Blunter

clarington-the-hunt:

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?!”

Kidnapped! ⋈ Blunter

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.