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He doesn't even finish dialing 911 before Blaine is in Dave's room.
"FUCK!" Dave yelps, scrabbling away, eyes saucer-wide as he grabs a hockey stick and brandishes it in Blaine's face, "How the fuck did you--"
"Garage door." Blaine's pulling off his cashmere scarf and dropping it on the floor, his other hand tugging at his coat's buttons. "Don't be scared, I wouldn't do anything to you."
"You're fucking in my house. You fucking broke in my house. I moved halfway across country to get away from you." Dave can't keep the wavering tone from creeping into his voice.
"You're scared, you're lonely." Blaine edges forward, slowly, as if talking to a wild animal ready to bolt, "It's ok. You're scared no one will love you. But I do. You know that." Blaine's stepping out of his slacks, and ripping off his shirt, buttons flying. "You need this. You need me. Nothing else will do."
"You're crazy. Y-you're insane. You're not real. You can't be."
Blaine smiles, "Oh, I know everything about you."
"Bullshit," Dave spits out, while feeling himself backing up against the wall.
"I should tie you up, stuff you in a closet and hang a noose around your neck. They'd never find you, never ever find you." Dave threatens, the words hollow and brittle and Blaine knows it too, edging closer, the same coy smile dripping with confidence.
"You wouldn't do that. You love me too much." He reaches out and covers a hand over Dave's heart and pushes and Dave doesn't even try and argue, covering the hand with his own, holding onto it like a lifeline.
He can't resist.
He never could.
"FUCK!" Dave yelps, scrabbling away, eyes saucer-wide as he grabs a hockey stick and brandishes it in Blaine's face, "How the fuck did you--"
"Garage door." Blaine's pulling off his cashmere scarf and dropping it on the floor, his other hand tugging at his coat's buttons. "Don't be scared, I wouldn't do anything to you."
"You're fucking in my house. You fucking broke in my house. I moved halfway across country to get away from you." Dave can't keep the wavering tone from creeping into his voice.
"You're scared, you're lonely." Blaine edges forward, slowly, as if talking to a wild animal ready to bolt, "It's ok. You're scared no one will love you. But I do. You know that." Blaine's stepping out of his slacks, and ripping off his shirt, buttons flying. "You need this. You need me. Nothing else will do."
"You're crazy. Y-you're insane. You're not real. You can't be."
Blaine smiles, "Oh, I know everything about you."
"Bullshit," Dave spits out, while feeling himself backing up against the wall.
"I should tie you up, stuff you in a closet and hang a noose around your neck. They'd never find you, never ever find you." Dave threatens, the words hollow and brittle and Blaine knows it too, edging closer, the same coy smile dripping with confidence.
"You wouldn't do that. You love me too much." He reaches out and covers a hand over Dave's heart and pushes and Dave doesn't even try and argue, covering the hand with his own, holding onto it like a lifeline.
He can't resist.
He never could.