Blaine was feeling dizzy. The Late' he had bought at the Lima Bean to keep him awake while he finished his Lab write up for Chemistry seemed to have backfired. He could feel the darkness closing in around him as he left the library. He didn't even have time to make it to his car before he was on the ground.

Blaine groaned as he woke up. His head was spinning and pounding from the fall. He didn't want to be awake but a hand stroking his cheek pulled him to the conscious world like a lifeline.

The hand moved slowly down to his, picking it up and gently placing small kisses in his palm. He smiled slightly, holding on tighter to the hand as he tried to find the right muscles to open his eyes with. The lips started kissing up his arm.

"K'rt," Blaine muttered. A low hiss came from the source of the kisses and nails dug into the palm of his hand.

"Don't say his name," a voice said.

Blaine's body finally decided to cooperate with him and his eyes snapped open but that did nothing. He could feel it now. The blindfold over his eyes. The straps binding his legs and arms to some bed. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he started pulling against the restraints.

"Blaine, stop," the voice ordered.

Blaine's breath caught in his throat. He knew that voice. No, no, no, not again. This can't happen again.

Blaine started struggling against the straps with even more ferocity than before. Fear of what he knew would happen if he didn't escape fueling his muscles with adrenaline.

"Blaine," the voice climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, "I said: stop."

Blaine squirmed underneath him, cowering into the bed as hands removed the blindfold. He kept his eyes shut tight. He knew who he was going to see and he didn't want to see him.

"Blaine, look at me," a soft hand cupped his cheek. He flinched away, but obeyed, "that's better. Now I can see those beautiful eyes of yours." Blaine bit his lip, fighting off tears, as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Eli," Blaine tried not to sob, "let me go. Please."

Eli's eyes hardened slightly but he took a few breaths to calm himself. He ignored Blaine's request as he continued petting his curls.

Eli was tall. Tall and skinny with dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyed. When Blaine had first met him he had thought he was beautiful. Now the sound of his voice sent chills down his spine.

Eli leaned down, planting a soft kiss on Blaine's lips. Blaine pressed his lips into a hard line, turning his face away. Eli's hand tightened in Blaine's hair in frustration. Blaine didn't turn back to him. He finally settled for kissing along Blaine's jaw line and nibbling at his earlobe.

"Eli, stop," Blaine whimpered.

"I want you," Eli muttered, licking his way down to Blaine's adam's apple.

"No," Blaine tried to tug his hands from the restraints.

"You want me," Eli ignored Blaine's attempt to free himself.

"N-no," Blaine gasped as Eli slid his hand under his shirt.

"Yes you do, you're just afraid to admit it," Eli tugged on Blaine's chin with his free hand until he looked at him, "and that's okay." His eyes were kind and his smile was sweet, but Blaine knew the monster that lived behind the mask all too well to be fooled.

Eli kissed him again, pulling Blaine's head up from the pillows. He moved his mouth against Blaine's still one until Blaine couldn't take it anymore.

"I love Kurt," he blurted out when Eli paused for a breath.

Eli froze, sitting up straight, "No, you don't," he growled.

"Yes, yes I do," Blaine insisted. Loving Kurt was the only thing Blaine was sure of anymore. Even if Kurt hated him for what he did, Blaine would never stop loving him. He loved him with his whole heart and soul and Eli couldn't change that.

Eli's sweet smile slipped from his face. He shook his head, sadly, "I didn't want to do this," he sighed, leaning across to the bedside table. He pulled a syringe and a bottle out of the drawer.

"What is that?" Blaine squeaked.

"Just something to help calm you down," he was filling the syringe.

"No, no, Eli, please!" Blaine tried to shake him off. He twisted his hips, trying to throw Eli off the bed but he just squeezed tighter with his knees. The restraints bit into Blaine's ankles and wrists but he ignored the pain.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Love. Everything is going to be alright," somehow Eli managed to hold Blaine's arms still long enough to inject the drugs.

"No, no, please, no," Blaine whimpered.

Eli stroked the side of his face, ignoring the fact that Blaine cringed away from his touch, "It's okay," Eli continued to whisper. Blaine tried to fight the drugs as long as he could but eventually he was lulled into unconsciousness.