Blaine wasn't left to his own devices for long. He hadn't even had a lot of time to think before there was a sound of a key entering the lock outside of his door. The door was opened to reveal both Mr. Lawrence and Lenny with enormous smiles on their faces. It was almost as if none of the drama from earlier had even occurred.

"How's our little boy doing, hmm?" Mr. Lawrence asked as he took a seat on the edge of Blaine's bed.

Blaine had been lying on his side with his arms crossed in front of him and his legs curled up to his chest in a fetal position. He wanted to make himself appear as small as he could...as small as he felt.

"I hope you've had some time to think about the importance of obedience and what's at risk should you not do what you're told," Mr. Lawrence spoke, gesturing towards the camera.

Blaine silently nodded, not moving from his position on the bed.

"Aww, look at him, Lenny, he's pouting," Mr. Lawrence chuckled.

"I'm not pouting, I'm terrified...I want-I need you to leave Kurt out of this," Blaine explained, sitting up gingerly.

Mr. Lawrence looked surprised, but hid it as soon as it had been shown. "I've already told you, Blaine, I will leave Kurt out of this unless the need should arise that he be included-"

"He won't ever need to be included," Blaine interrupted. "I'm the one you want, you don't need to ever go back to Lima again." Blaine didn't know where this bravery was coming from, but he was going to stick with it as long as he could hold onto it.

Mr. Lawrence smiled. It was the most creepy, unnerving smile Blaine had ever seen, that alone caused his chivalry to dim slightly.

"You are absolutely correct, you are the one I want. I waited ten years for you. Ten long years I waited...and now who has you, Blaine, hmm?"

Blaine didn't answer.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Blaine."

Blaine shivered slightly as he muttered out, "You, Mr. Lawrence, you have me now."

"That's right and we have a job to do tonight, don't we?" Mr. Lawrence beamed as he gestured at Lenny who answered by leaving the room and immediately returned with a woman.

"Blaine, I want you to be polite and welcome the last member of our team, our photographer, Kimberly."

Kimberly was surprisingly good-looking, only she looked worn down. She had a grungy look about her as if she and showers didn't get along too well. Her black hair hung lamely at the sides of her face down to her shoulders. Her makeup was caked on in what appeared to be attempting to be a gothic sort of style. Black eye shadow, blue lipstick, and too much foundation that covered scars from what looked like scratch marks down the side of her face. If she had a shower and eased up on the makeup, she would be quite pretty, despite the scars. She smiled at Blaine and he cowered instantly. If he thought Mr. Lawrence had a terrifying smile, she definitely upped him in the 'creepy smile' department. She startled everyone by letting out an uncharacteristic squeak.

"This is him? Our star?" She asked Lenny excitedly.

"This is him, yes, isn't he just what we've been waiting for?" Lenny asked her, proudly.

"I didn't get a chance to see his introduction video yet," She pouted as she looked at Blaine as if he were a piece of fine art. "He is too precious! John, he is definitely worth the hype! He is just so cute! So, how was it Blaine? How did you like your first spanking?"

Blaine looked at her in shock. She actually expected him to answer that question? Where did they find this girl and how was she ok with what was going on here? Did she even know that he had been kidnapped and was an unwilling participant in all of this?

"I didn't like it," Blaine responded simply.

Mr. Lawrence frowned at his response and looked almost angry.

"I-I want to be honest," Blaine defended himself as he took in Mr. Lawrence's angry expression.

"Honesty is good, Blaine," Kimberly commended, quelling Mr. Lawrence's fury a bit. "Honesty can keep you out of a lot of trouble."

Mr. Lawrence's frown quite literally turned upside down as he regaled her with the tale from earlier, "Blaine has already been in trouble today for dishonesty, haven't you, son?" He patted Blaine on the leg in what might be a friendly gesture, but Blaine responded with bringing his knees up to his chest in an effort to get away from him.

"He's been a bit disobedient and difficult," Lenny explained to Kimberly.

"Well, you'll sort that out soon enough, won't you, John?" Kimberly purred at John. If Blaine didn't know any better, he would think that Kimberly had a crush on Mr. Lawrence, but he didn't seem to return the feelings.

"We will, starting with tonight's session, which we need to begin discussing," Mr. Lawrence responded, standing up from Blaine's bed. "Tonight will be our first acting session, Blaine, which will require you to utilize your acting skills, which I know you have. It will require focus, discipline and strength. You're going to be getting more than my hand tonight."

Blaine felt his heart sink. He knew that implements were going to start being added, but the realization hadn't quite hit him until now.

Mr. Lawrence eased his mind by taking an object that Lenny had been holding behind his back. A large, wooden hairbrush. To a normal observer, the object would seem harmless, but to be spanked with, it was nerve wracking.

"You will be going over my knee tonight and receiving a hand spanking, but then we will move on to this. I warn you Blaine, the hairbrush is no laughing matter," He warned as if Blaine was in hysterics over the idea, which he wasn't. "The brush stings and can turn a bottom red like that," He emphasized 'that' with a snap of his fingers. Kimberly giggled at Mr. Lawrence and rubbed at his arm a bit.

Blaine swallowed and curled into himself just a little tighter as Mr. Lawrence explained the scene. Mr. Lawrence was going to be playing Blaine's over-worked father who discovers his son's less than stellar report card. Blaine will attempt to make it seem like he doesn't know of his transgressions, but will ultimately relent and take a spanking from his father. There was going to be no script, so Blaine had to rely on his improv skills to make this work.

Mr. Lawrence and Lenny left after that to go downstairs to begin setting up the scene whilst Kimberly remained upstairs with Blaine.

"It's time to start getting you ready, huh?" She questioned, excitedly.

Blaine remained silent.

"Aw, c'mon, don't be like that now. We have a scene to shoot, we need to get you excited!"

"I will never be excited to be beaten, sorry," Blaine answered, coldly.

Kimberly blinked in astonishment. "Beaten? No, no, no, that's not what we're doing! We spank, we don't beat."

"Not really much of a difference when the person receiving it doesn't want it."

"I see what they mean by you being a difficult one. The rest of our clients are always so eager to perform."

"Maybe because they're actual clients, not a victim of kidnap," Blaine snapped. He felt no reason to be nice to this girl. She was just as crazy as Lenny and Mr. Lawrence, but she didn't hold any power over him.

"John explained to me that you were promised to him. You belong to him, Blaine and the sooner you understand that, the better things will be for you."

Blaine felt his anger get the best of him. "Promised to him? Who made that promise? It certainly wasn't me!"

Kimberly's expression turned a bit dark as she spoke softly. "Enough of this, you have a scene to film, Blaine, whether you like it or not, so stop being such a brat, or I will bring John back up here to deal with you," She threatened.

That and only that caused Blaine to reluctantly back down. If this was how she was going to play, he'd have to concede for now. Kurt's safety was still at risk.

"Ok, what do you need me to do?" Blaine asked, defeated.

Kimberly had informed Blaine on what to do and what not to do when filming a scene and that he just had to go with it as if this were actually happening to him. After she had gone through her explanation, she had Blaine change into a new outfit she had brought for the occasion. A school boy's uniform complete with black pants, a white button up shirt and a simple black tie. All that was missing was a blazer and it would feel completely like home.

After he was dressed, Blaine took a deep breath before he opened the door to make his appearance known. He placed a hand delicately on the stair rail as he descended to the ground floor, his heart was beating a mile a minute as he dreaded what was about to happen. Not only was he going to be in pain from another spanking, but now he had to play a part, making all of this more difficult.

How the hell was he going to pull this off? He was a good actor, sure, but to act in this sort of scenario was beyond him. This was going to be a mess.

"Blaine!" Mr. Lawrence gasped, taking in Blaine as he walked into the room step by hellaciously slow step. "You look dashing, son! Not quite the Dalton uniform you're used to, but we don't want this to feel like your previous home, do we? This is your home now, after all!"

Blaine felt nauseated at that declaration, but nodded. Mr. Lawrence explained to him again what was on the line before instructing him to wait in the hallway for his cue to enter the scene. Blaine did as instructed and got in place.

"And we're rolling!" Lenny announced. Kimberly got in place to start taking photos of the scene where she wouldn't get in the way of the camera.

Mr. Lawrence who was playing Blaine's father in this scenario began to read through the prop mail and stopped at one that caused him to quirk an eyebrow in interest. He slowly peeled back the envelope and frowned at the contents within.

He had to hand it to Mr. Lawrence, he was a good actor; a psycho, but a good actor none-the-less. The disappointment at reading the contents of the envelope looked like it genuinely disappointed him. He placed the paper down silently and rubbed at his goatee like he was deep in thought-before...

"Blaine! Get in here, now!"

Blaine felt his heart thunder against his ribcage at the shout. It scared him to hear Mr. Lawrence shout that loud, even if he was only playing a character. Blaine took a deep breath and kept the mantra of 'protect Kurt, do what you have to do to protect Kurt' running on repeat through his mind before finally taking the dreaded walk into the living room where Mr. Lawrence was waiting and Lenny turned the camera to Blaine.

"Hey, dad, what's wrong?" Blaine asked shakily. He inwardly grimaced at how fake and forced it sounded to call Mr. Lawrence 'dad.'

Mr. Lawrence noticed and broke character a little bit to give him a warning glance before immediately falling right back into character. The fact that he could do that so quickly was severely unnerving to Blaine. Lenny moved back a bit to allow the frame to include both Mr. Lawrence and Blaine while their interaction was taking place.

"Care to explain what I found in the mail today?" Mr. Lawrence asked.

Blaine tried to place a look of guilty innocence on his face and responded, "I d-don't know...a letter from grandma?"

Mr. Lawrence sighed deeply and leaned forward in his recliner. "Blaine, you know that lying is only getting you into more trouble, now tell me what came in the mail today."

Blaine swallowed nervously. His mouth was dry, he wasn't sure if it was he or his character who was nervous now, he couldn't distinguish between the two. "M-my report card?" He hadn't meant to stutter, but he always did when he was nervous which was out of character for who he was meant to play.

"Yes, son, your report card came in today. How do you think you did?"

"I-I I didn't do my best, sir," Blaine 'admitted' looking towards the ground in shame. At that moment he could see a camera flash as Kimberly took pictures of his 'shameful' look.

"That's for damn certain, young man," quipped Mr. Lawrence. He got up from his recliner so that he could add some more intimidation towards Blaine's character. It worked, only Blaine felt it, not his character of 'Blaine'. "I pay a lot to send you to that school and when you bring home notes from school or bad report cards, what happens, Blaine?"

Mr. Lawrence waited for Blaine to answer the question. Blaine wished this had been scripted so that he had had time to work on his responses and not sound so ridiculous, but scripted or not, he knew the answer to the question, he didn't want to say it, but he had to.

"Y-you give me a s-spanking, sir," Blaine answered, trying to add in the 'sir' for an extra touch. Blaine could see the approval in Mr. Lawrence's eyes as he nodded firmly.

"That's correct, Blaine, I give you a nice hard spanking and boy oh boy are you going to get the spanking of your life right now, young man," Mr. Lawrence announced as he left the frame to grab the dreaded chair that Blaine had already been spanked in just hours before. He couldn't help but break character and let his fear set in at the appearance of the wooden monstrosity. He could hardly believe that an inanimate object was putting the fear of god into him, but he couldn't help it, just seeing it was causing his stomach to twist and turn.

Apparently whatever expressions he was making at the sight of the chair caused Kimberly to start taking pictures wildly. He wasn't even in character...but it seemed that the fear of the chair was what they had wanted instilled in him.

"That's right Blaine," Mr. Lawrence answered after seeing Blaine's expression as he placed the chair down. "I know how afraid you are when I bring out this chair, but you know that you deserve to have that bottom of yours smacked."

Blaine bit his lip nervously and backed a tiny bit away on instinct, but Mr. Lawrence put a stop to that quickly. "Don't you dare back away from me, Blaine. You will come over here and accept the punishment for your grades, I will not allow your school work to be ignored!"

Blaine almost laughed inwardly at that statement. He was losing time on his school work as they spoke. Mr. Lawrence had kidnapped him right at the end of his junior year, he was missing a hell of a lot of school work. He hadn't even noticed he'd done it before Mr. Lawrence spoke.

"What are you smiling about, Blaine? Is all of this funny to you? You think this is a game?"

Blaine had been smiling slightly about the school work comment and hadn't even realized it.

"N-no, dad, it's not a game," Blaine answered quietly trying to amend the mistake he had just committed.

Mr. Lawrence seemed to be having a fun time with the dialogue, but he looked like he was ready to get on with the action.

"Well, then I suggest you come here right now young man, I hardly have time to do this. I have bills to pay, dinner to cook and now I have to add putting you over my knee and spanking you to my list of things to do," Mr. Lawrence lectured making it seem like this was a real matter of inconvenience.

"Dad, if it's such an issue of time, we could forget about the spanking, I'll make dinner and you could ground me instead?" Blaine suggested trying to place some hope into his voice and trying to ignore that he was silently hoping that Mr. Lawrence would take that offer. Unfortunately that's not what the website was aiming for.

"You know that grounding never works on you. The only thing that does is paddling that bottom of yours, so let's get on with it. I don't have all night, Blaine."

Blaine felt his mouth go even drier. They had finally gotten to the moment. He wasn't ready to take another trip back over Mr. Lawrence's lap so soon if ever again. Real or acting, this wasn't a place he wanted to be. Mr. Lawrence's gaze darkened as he noticed Blaine stuck in his thoughts.

"I wouldn't advise pissing me off," Mr. Lawrence stated, clearly breaking character a little in order to warn Blaine that he had better lie across his lap, or else. "I want those pants down, Blaine. You know the drill by now."

Blaine did know the drill, he just didn't want to conform to it, but he had to, he was pissing Mr. Lawrence off and he now knew what he was capable of. 'Don't let him hurt Kurt, he knows where Kurt is, stop being afraid and just take it, Anderson. Just do it.'

Blaine began to try unbuckling his belt, but his shaking fingers were making things progress incredibly slow. Mr. Lawrence was losing his patience, so he reached over and began unbuckling his belt for him.

"I-I can do it," Blaine insisted, attempting to try again.

"You're taking way too long, so just keep those hands out of my way," Mr. Lawrence commanded as he got the belt undone while Blaine obeyed by keeping his hands up. Mr. Lawrence unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down extremely slowly to his knees. "Bend over."

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try to calm his nerves as he for the second time that day, climbed across Mr. Lawrence's lap. It was a lot easier not being handcuffed this time around. He felt the uncomfortably familiar sensation of his underwear being pulled down to join his pants. Oh god, he was not ready for this to happen again so soon...

Mr. Lawrence rubbed his ass softly and began 'tsking' as he took it in. His ass still had to have some pinkened color to it from earlier, it wouldn't still be throbbing if there wasn't some sort of evidence that he had been spanked already that day.

"When will you ever learn?" Mr. Lawrence asked rhetorically sounding truly disappointed in Blaine before letting the first smack come down.

It burned. How was it possible that that one slap could hurt as much as it did? Blaine hadn't been ready for it and squirmed immediately.

"Oh no, buddy, you're going to be across this lap for a while, so I suggest you get comfortable," Mr. Lawrence said with a little amusement in his voice as he tightened his hold on Blaine's waist to keep him in position.

The smacks from his hand seemed endless as he spanked from cheek to cheek reigniting the burning hot pain. Blaine couldn't help but squirm and try to get away from the onslaught of sharp slaps to his backside, but he was trapped. Mr. Lawrence had him in a vice-like grip and had no plans of relinquishing him any time soon.

"You feel that, Blaine?" Mr. Lawrence asked as he brought down a few particularly hard smacks to Blaine's left cheek, causing Blaine to wince. "You should feel ashamed young man. Ashamed that you haven't kept up in your schoolwork, ashamed that you haven't even cared to try harder, ashamed that you could be upstairs hanging out on facebook or whatever it is you do, but instead you're here bent over my lap getting a spanking like an eight year old!"

Blaine had to bite back several comments at first, but when Mr. Lawrence hit him with the 'try harder' he balked. That was a sore subject. All he could think of was his father...his real one telling him that he needed to 'try harder'. He loved his father, but it seemed like nothing he did ever earned more than a 'good', or 'satisfactory', or 'you could have tried harder'. Blaine closed his eyes and tried to stop focusing on his father and just think about the pain of the spanking. That was easier to take than thinking about his father right now.

After a few more hard swats from Mr. Lawrence's hand, he stopped and rubbed the injured bottom softly. "You know we aren't done, correct?" He asked softly.

Blaine took a breath and shook his head sadly. "No, sir. We're not done."

Mr. Lawrence fetched the large wooden hairbrush he had shown Blaine earlier in his room and held it in front of him. "I think you need a good paddling with the hairbrush, don't you?"

Blaine felt bile rise in his throat at he stared at the dreaded implement. "Y-yes, sir." He felt his nerves attack his stomach and was thankful he hadn't had much to eat that day or else it might be coming back up now. He hadn't been spanked with anything other than Mr. Lawrence's hand, so this was going to be something new and he was already in so much pain. He didn't know how he was going to make it through this.

He felt the smooth surface of the brush tap against his backside and he instinctively braced for the impact. The first smack made him jump a little in surprise. It was far more louder than when he received a swat from Mr. Lawrence's hand and good god did it hurt so much more. Mr. Lawrence wasted no time in giving his bottom a thorough hairbrushing. He smacked the wood down a few times in the same spot causing Blaine to really struggle.

"Ow, please stop, that hurts so much Mr.-Dad, please!" Blaine was in so much pain, he didn't even think when he almost called Mr. Lawrence by his real name.

"It's supposed to hurt, Blaine," Mr. Lawrence responded, clearly annoyed by Blaine's almost mess-up. He brought the hair brush down a bit harder to show Blaine how he truly felt. "I don't spank and paddle you because it's fun. I do it to punish you and teach you a lesson."

"I've learned my lesson, sir, I promise I have," Blaine begged. "P-please, just let me go."

Mr. Lawrence responded by snapping the hair brush down a few more times on each cheek causing Blaine to whimper.

"Cry if you need to cry, young man, you should be ashamed of yourself, so let it out, have a good cry," Mr. Lawrence instructed as he brought the brush down a couple more times, causing Blaine to scrunch his eyes shut in pain and to attempt the tears from falling. He never wanted to cry, he never wanted to give Mr. Lawrence the satisfaction of seeing him cry whether it be a scene or something else. All he could do was take deep breaths and grit his teeth against the painful swats from the brush.

When Blaine thought that he couldn't handle it anymore and he was about to start full out sobbing, Mr. Lawrence dropped the brush, which Blaine took as a sign that the spanking might finally be over. He didn't expect Mr. Lawrence to start giving him another hand spanking.

"Please stop, I've learned my lesson, I promise I'll be good, I'm sorry!" Blaine cried out, attempting to get Mr. Lawrence to stop.

"You didn't honestly think we were done did you, Blaine?" Mr. Lawrence asked between swats.

"Y-yes, I've h-had enough! P-please stop!"

"Blaine," Mr. Lawrence sighed and stopped spanking for a moment which caused Blaine to relax for a second while he attempted to calm himself down. "If you couldn't handle this, you will certainly not like what I have in store for you next, young man. I hate to do it, but you need to learn that bad grades and disobedience will not be tolerated."

Blaine felt his heart drop. What else could there possibly be? It was taking everything Blaine had not to cry here and now. All Mr. Lawrence had shown him earlier was the hairbrush he planned to use. Why was he changing the game here and now? Blaine felt Mr. Lawrence pull his underwear back up which hurt beyond belief. The material just locked in the heat and rubbed against the beaten skin.

"I'd like you to stand up, son," Mr. Lawrence stated, tapping Blaine on the bottom for good measure.

Blaine didn't need telling twice. He climbed off of Mr. Lawrence's lap and let out an audible whimper as the pain only increased. Mr. Lawrence went off to a closet where Blaine supposed he kept his array of implements. Lenny followed Mr. Lawrence to film his retrieval of whatever this next implement was.

Mr. Lawrence found what he was looking for and placed a look of disappointment on his face as he turned back around to face his 'son'.

Blaine's eyes widened in shock and terror as he registered what Mr. Lawrence was holding. Lenny wasted no opportunity to turn the camera back onto Blaine who was backing up further and further to the wall. Mr. Lawrence was holding a thick wooden cane. It looked painful just to look at it. His heart raced as he kept backing up as Mr. Lawrence advanced. Blaine finally felt himself back up against the wall. Once he found he had nowhere to go, he began to plead.

"Please, dad, d-don't use that on me," Blaine stuttered out as his body began to visibly shake as he attempted to stay in character.

"Oh, is this getting your attention, Blaine? Maybe next time, you won't be bringing home those grades, hmm?"

Blaine slid down the wall slowly never taking his eyes off the cane.

"You are going to bend over the arm of that couch and take a caning, Blaine. 12 strokes. I don't want to hear any arguments," Mr. Lawrence commanded.

Blaine shook his head silently. "I can't," He said in a soft whisper.

"You will, now get up."

"P-please d-don't make me-"

"Blaine, you will bend over that couch or you will be in so much more trouble and you 'know' you don't want that, do you?"

Mr. Lawrence wasn't making it obvious to the audience, but he was telling Blaine that he would make good on his threat towards Kurt if he didn't do this.

Blaine shakily stood up and slowly made his way over to the couch.

"Bend over," Mr. Lawrence commanded, gesturing to the arm of the couch. Blaine did as instructed and Mr. Lawrence wasted no time in pulling his underwear back down.

Blaine bit his lip harshly as Mr. Lawrence whipped the cane through the air a few times with a loud 'swish'. Blaine tensed up upon hearing the sound. The springy piece of wood was brought up to his bottom and Mr. Lawrence tapped it a few times before he brought it down with a loud swish.

Blaine couldn't help it, he gasped loudly at the blinding sting that was accompanied by a stroke of the cane. It hurt more than anything. A second strike landed without warning slightly below the first. The pain caused Blaine's eyes to water.

"This cane is leaving some nice welts on your bottom, son. You won't be sitting comfortably for a few days, that's for sure," Mr. Lawrence remarked, bringing the cane back for two hard strokes one right after the other.

By the time the sixth stroke landed, that's when Blaine became desperate. The pain was unbearable and it was starting to scare him.

"Stop, please, stop! I can't do this anymore, please!" Blaine pleaded.

"You have six more to go, Blaine, stop asking me to stop, because I won't," Mr. Lawrence spoke firmly.

Mr. Lawrence brought the cane back and landed another harsh strike. That did it. The tear betrayed him. The first tear soon turned into a couple of more. Kimberly smiled and eagerly began snapping a bunch of pictures of Blaine's tears that she knew for a certain fact were genuine. He hadn't wanted to cry, but the pain was too much.

The next strike of the cane landed and Blaine began sobbing. "Stop, please, stop it..." He cried softly.

On number 8, Blaine lost it. He abruptly stood up from the couch and quickly pulled his underwear and pants up, ignoring how much it hurt before Mr. Lawrence could access what he was doing. He quickly stepped away and looked at Mr. Lawrence through his tears. "I-I can't, I can't take anymore."

Mr. Lawrence appraised him darkly and stepped towards him and grabbed his upper arm. "You bend back over and take the rest of your punishment now, Blaine."

Blaine responded by wrenching his arm out of Mr. Lawrence's grip. "I can't take anymore, I can't!" He cried out.

Fury didn't even begin to cover the expression that crossed Mr. Lawrence's face. He was losing character and Blaine backed up, terrified. He had never been more terrified in his life. He felt trapped. He was ruining the scene, but he couldn't take any more of the cane, it hurt too badly and it was safe to say that the implement terrified him. He felt more tears escape as he fell to the ground, sobbing quietly.

He heard Mr. Lawrence sigh as he attempted to calm himself down and stay in character. "Tell you what, Blaine. I'll make you a deal here, son. You bend back over and take one last stroke of the cane and we'll consider the punishment over." Mr. Lawrence reached out and pulled Blaine up from the floor. "One more stroke and we're even, son. I need you to be brave and take that last stroke."

Blaine could see that Mr. Lawrence was angry and had placed his character over it in an attempt to save the scene. Blaine shakily replied, "I-it hurts too m-much."

"I know it hurts, son, but that's why it's a punishment," Mr. Lawrence explained, guiding him back towards the couch. Mr. Lawrence took advantage of the close proximity to Blaine to whisper in his ear.

"If you don't want me to go after Kurt, I suggest you do what I told you to do, you don't even want to imagine what we'll do to him."

At hearing that, Blaine let out a quiet sob. He was letting his fear get the best of him and was now risking Kurt's safety. He had to take this last swat or he could jeopordize Kurt's well-being, he couldn't let that happen. He made his way over to the couch and after he wiped at his tear filled eyes, he bent back over the arm of the couch.

Mr. Lawrence came forward and pulled his pants and underwear back down. "Last stroke, Blaine and your punishment will be over. Brace yourself, son."

It was quick. There was a swish and a thwack, and it was over. Blaine was practically numb in his fear that although he felt the pain, his fear won out.

"All right, Blaine," Mr. Lawrence stated as he pulled Blaine's pants back up. "It's over now, son. Come here."

Mr. Lawrence pulled Blaine up from the couch and pulled Blaine into his arms for a hug. Blaine, for the sake of the scene, hugged back as a few tears fell. "I don't want to see those bad grades anymore...it's all right son, shhh."

"And, cut!" Lenny called out. "Rocky, but it'll work! Not too bad for a first scene, Blaine!"

Blaine wasn't hearing him, he was looking at Mr. Lawrence. "Mr. Lawrence...I'm sorry...I just got so scared...i-it won't h-happen again."

Mr. Lawrence surprised him by letting out a weak chuckle. "I'm not entirely happy with that performance, Blaine, but it'll do. You're just lucky that you pulled it together. I'm proud that you did or we might be having an entirely different conversation."

"Y-you won't go after Kurt for this w-will you?" Blaine asked, hoping his truest fears wouldn't be realized.

Mr. Lawrence looked thoughtful. "No, Blaine. Not this time. I do warn you, though, if you pull a stunt like that again, Kurt might not be so lucky."

Blaine felt relieved at that bit of news. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence, I just wasn't ready for the c-cane. Would it be ok that if from now on you tell me w-what we're going to use? I-it was just too much."

"It made for some great film, John," Lenny commented smiling at the review of the footage. "You won't be disappointed."

Mr. Lawrence perked up upon hearing Lenny's statement. "I'd say that's fair, Blaine," He stated as he walked over to join Lenny. "I'm just thrilled that through this experience I've learned that not only does Kurt being in danger terrify you, but a caning has the same effect!"

He glanced over at the screen for good measure before glancing back over at Blaine with a grin. "I don't think your disobedience is going to be much of an issue anymore, son."

My oh my, what a scene, eh? Things are getting a bit darker...so thoughts? Would love to hear those thoughts. ;P

Also yes, I know Blaine is incredibly OOC, but in order for this to work, he has to be. Plus, being in this situation is clearly messing with him a bit. =P Anyways, comments and thoughts appreciated!