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Chapter 2 - Jack Frost

Finally, Kurt was ready to go to the club. The man was a vision in skinny jeans, a blood red shirt and a tussled bed, head style. Blaine felt his body react to Kurt's image and immediately chastised himself. It was moments like these that he considered castration. He turned his head to look at David who stood beside him and caught that same look of appreciation in David's blue eyes. "Look at you two," Kurt teased looking between David and Blaine. "Aren't you two a sight?" Blaine and David looked at each other and they had to admit that between the two of them they would definitely make one respectable bum. David was dressed in plain jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue flannel button up. He'd done nothing to his hair. Blaine was dressed in plain jeans and a white t-shirt and a black button up. Freshly shaved peach fuzz apparent on his head. Even though the shirt was nowhere near as tight as he use to wear, Blaine still felt exceedingly uncomfortable. The shirt was Santana's idea. She insisted that Blaine would never be let into the club if he wore anything out of his closet. Of course, he knew that Santana was right, but this was way out of his comfort zone.

They took the subway to the Siren's Flame, Blaine keeping close to David as Kurt chatted happily. It took very little time to reach the club and even less time to get inside. They'd all turned 21 this year within months of each other so they didn't even need fake ID's anymore. Kurt ordered David a beer and Blaine one of those fruity drinks that he'd liked so much. Blaine nearly had a panic attack. David noticed and on instinct took Blaine's hand squeezing lightly. Blaine immediately felt the contact and it grounded him. He shook his head and refused the beverage. "Let's go dance," Kurt yelled.

"You go," David said. "We'll just hang out here for a while." Kurt shot David an exasperated look, but David ushered him away happy that he had a job to do that gave him an excuse to not be on that dance floor. He pulled out a stool for Blaine. Blaine hesitated for a long moment eyeing the stool apprehensively. Ultimately, he decided it was safe and sat down looking around the room and sipping on the water David bought him. David took a moment to observe the boy across from him. What happened to reduce Blaine to the empty shell of a human being that sat before him? Blaine was a ghost of his former self - skittish and jumpy! David was about to ask how Blaine felt when Kurt came bouncing up to them tailed by two guys. David recognized one of them right away.

"Guys, remember Sebastian and this is his good friend Jonathan Frost, but he goes by Jack," Kurt yelled over the music.

David sent Kurt a look that read - 'seriously!' Kurt shrugged, but before David could say anything Sebastian was holding out his hand. David sent him a weary look and was rewarded by the affectionate, "Liberace, good to see you again." David smiled despite himself.

Sebastian's eyes next fell on Blaine and there was a look of shock on Sebastian's face. Being a law student at NYU, however, he quickly schooled his expression, but not before sharing a look filled with apologetic reservation with Kurt. Finally, he realized that what Kurt was saying about Blaine was legitimate and perhaps even under embellished. The look did not escape David or Blaine's notice. What was going on there?

Sebastian was sorry he'd ever told Kurt that he was blowing things out of proportion. "Killer," Sebastian said a gentle tone in his voice that people rarely heard coming from Sebastian. He held out his hand to Blaine. Blaine hesitated again, but finally took the hand. Sebastian held it for a moment longer than necessary locking his clear emerald eyes with Blaine's impressive hazel ones.

Blaine had not heard Sebastian's friend's name over the loud music and he hadn't really noticed the other man standing behind Sebastian until David broke the silence by addressing the man. "Seriously?" he yelled over the music. "Jack Frost!"

"My mother had a sense of humor," the man shrugged his shoulders as he reached over Sebastian to take David's outstretched hand. Jonathan had raven black, loosely curly hair, cut short so that it only slightly looped and deep, deep chocolate eyes. He was somewhere between Kurt and Sebastian's height and wearing a black v-neck shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and defined abs. The man was fucking gorgeous!

Blaine couldn't be sure who noticed who first, but he knew exactly the instant the recognition happened and a smug smile appeared on Jonathan's full pouty lips. "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world," he drawled as he held out a hand to Blaine. Blaine shrank away from the hand.

Kurt stepped in immediately walking around to Blaine's stool he squeezed Blaine's shoulder's in comfort. "Sorry Jack," Kurt apologized. "Blaine's a bit antisocial."

No one noticed Blaine shrink further into himself. His mind became infected with dark thoughts as his body began to vibrate. He wanted so desperately to leave, to flee that place, but he couldn't bring himself to move, couldn't leave his friends. He would have headed down a dangerous path, but thankfully David's voice cut through his thoughts. "Wait a minute," David said. "You aren't the son of Senator John Frost?"

"None other," Blaine heard Jack drawl. The conversation between Kurt, Sebastian, David and Jack continued, but Blaine could feel Jack's eyes trained on him the entire time. So, Blaine's eyes remained rooted to a spot on the floor. When he finally got up the courage to steal a glance at Jack, he found himself sinking into those deep brown eyes and Jack shot him a wink that the others missed completely because they were enwrapped in what was becoming a debate. Blaine had not felt so trapped in a long time. He was starting to feel lite headed. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut or inhale deeply or even run out of the club, but he couldn't do any of those things because those would cause a scene, draw attention to him, and, most importantly, give Jack Frost the satisfaction. So, Blaine just sat there, sweating bullets, his eyes trained on the ground, praying.

"Come on let's get back out there." Suddenly, Kurt's voice broke through his musings and some relief swept over him as Sebastian quickly finished the rest of his drink.

"Jack, let's go," Sebastian commanded and even if Jack wanted to argue Sebastian's tone left no room for it. Blaine had never been happier for the over-confident, snarky, Meerkat's presence. Thought the subtext between Blaine and Jack had clearly escaped everyone else's attention. Blaine didn't know if he felt sick or sorry about that fact.

Sebastian turned his gaze to Blaine who at that moment looked up and appeared amazingly composed and normal. Again, the truly tense nature of the moment was not communicated. "Coming Killer?" he said sending Blaine a wink.

Blaine was amazed how he managed not to squirm. "I'm good," he answered. It was only after he watched the guys walking away that he realized he'd sent Kurt away with Sebastian Smythe and Jack Frost. On instinct, he grabbed David's forearm. "Go with them," he said his voice deathly calm. "Keep Kurt close." David looked at him surprised and was about to ask questions when Blaine cut him off. "I'm just going to step outside for some fresh air," he motioned to the door. "Please David," there was such conviction in his voice that even if David wanted to argue, but he found that he couldn't. Santana had confided in him how scared Blaine was to be alone even for a minute, and she'd made David promise to keep Blaine in his line of vision at all times. Here he was torn by the promise he'd made to Santana and the request Blaine had asked of him. He looked at Blaine one more time wearily and Blaine answered. "I'll be fine. Promise."

"Five minutes," David argued, "then you're either joining us on the dance floor or we're pulling Kurt off of it." Blaine wanted to argue as well. He didn't want to ruin Kurt's night, but when he looked at David and saw there was no arguing with him. He nodded, resigned to his fate.

Blaine stepped out the door and into the unseasonably warm September night showing the body-guard his stamp. He leaned against a wall several yards from the front door just on the edge of the line of light cast by the street lamp. Blaine closed his eyes, leaned his head against the wall, and drew slow deep breaths. It was painful to breathe and he felt the sting of tears in his eyes. He forced in one breath and then another. Suddenly, he felt goose bumps on his skin as the air around him became warmer, smaller, and somehow more intrusive. His eyes flew open and he was trapped between the wall and Jack's rock hard body. A sob escaped his throat as his hands reached up and splayed across the man's chest trying to push him away, but Jack held fast. "Are those tears for me Anderson?" Jack leered as he leaned into Blaine's personal space. "I missed you, baby," Jack purred into Blaine's ear.

"Let me go," Blaine croaked out frozen in place. He tried to push with his hands, but found that his entire body wasn't functioning properly. He'd somehow become catatonic and that feeling of his heart leaping out of his chest was intensifying. His world began to spin.

"But, baby, we make such great music together," Jack laughed as he licked a line up Blaine's jaw. Blaine removed his hands from Jack's chest and splayed them across the wall behind him trying to brace himself.

"No..." he sobbed turning his head just as Jack tried to capture his lips.

"Kurt's a pretty little thing," Jack said as he locked his arms straight and put some distance between their bodies. Blaine's hazel eyes snapped to Jack's brown ones the tumultuous fear clear in them. "I can't wait to play with him," Jack purred, and Blaine could tell that he was enjoying reducing Blaine to nothing at all. Blaine's entire body was vibrating from fear, but he couldn't move. He'd grown roots.

"You lay a hand on him and I swear..." he couldn't believe he found the courage to speak in the first place, but he was sorry he did because Jack's hand was now on his crotch and squeezing painfully hard.

Blaine yelped and tried to move back but there was nothing but wall. "You think you can do anything to stop me? You think you can just grow a pair overnight. Pathetic. That's what you are," Jack smirked as he now had Blaine's full attention. He began palming Blaine right there against the wall where everyone could see. Blaine inhaled a ragged breath as his body began to react on instinct. "Look at you," Jack sneered. "Just look at what's become of you. Even in this state you can't deny me. I could take you right here and now and you'd be begging for it. I will have Kurt and you'll be begging to watch or better yet join. Remember if you say anything to anyone, I will end you, but then again who would believe you anyway. Everyone would just say you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. Can't you see the headlines - Starving Artist Pursues Rich Socialite," Jack smirked as he let go of Blaine's crotch and grabbed his face roughly forcing their lips together in a bruising kiss shoving his tongue down Blaine's throat.

Blaine screwed his eyes shut and squirmed against the kiss and then with all the strength in him he shoved Jack hard. The man stumbled back and nearly into the street. When he regained his balance, he started to move toward Blaine like he was going to teach him a lesson when David's voice approaching them bellowed. "What the hell is going on here?"

Blaine watched in horror as Jack turned and plastered on the brightest, sexiest, most intoxicating smile. That smile that he'd used to first woo and capture Blaine's attention. "Sorry," he said smoothly. "He was feeling dizzy and I was just trying to help. Must have gotten a little too close and spooked him," he heard Jack tell David. He'd been lost in the moment. Caught up in Jack's bullying that he didn't know how much David had seen, but from the looks of it all he'd seen was Blaine shoving Jack back.

"We'll I've got him now," David assured as he stepped up to Blaine and steadied his shoulder. Blaine fought hard against the urge to make any outward show of trouble, but his head was already beginning to pound and he found it difficult to breathe. "Send Kurt out here will you?" David asked Jack as Jack headed back to the Siren's Flame. "I think it is time we leave." Blaine wanted to scream in protest, move, yell, tell David not to leave Kurt alone with Jack, but he couldn't find the words.

As soon as Jack left, Blaine swayed and collapsed. David caught him surprised and shocked as he knelt on one knee to support Blaine who was half sprawled over his knee and half over the pavement. "Kurt," Blaine moaned before the darkness claimed him.