Cursed Klaine

Texting 911?

I walked inside and there was a gun pointed directly in my face. I swear my heart skipped a beat. "Who is this?" the masked man asked keeping the gun close to my head. "M-my boyfriend." gulped Kurt. He was tied to a chair wearing his PJs, and behind him was Finn, also tied down to a chair.

"C'mere." he said tieing my legs and arms together, then tieing my wrists to a coffee table. His breath was horrible, and he reeked liquor. He got back up. "Do anything stupid and I'll kill all of ya." he said leaving upstairs with a sack.

"I told you to call the police!" whispered Kurt as the burglar went into Finn's room.

"Actually, you told him to call 911." corrected Finn.

"Well usually when you call me at 4 AM it's an emergency stain problem! I thought it was going to be the same thing today." I sighed. "Why did you text me instead of calling 911 anyway?" These ropes were starting to hurt.

"That's all Finn's phone can do! Does 911 even receive text messages anyway?"

"Hey! my phone can play Angry Birds too!" said Finn

"Where's Carole and Burt?" I asked.

"They went to some fancy hotel to get away." groaned Finn. "I'm hungry now."

"Finn! Focus!" I whispered loudly." We need to get out of here an-" I reached into my pocket.

"Well I lose control and get stupid when i'm scared!" whimpered Finn.

I sighed and took my hand out of my pocket. "Great."

"What?" asked Kurt.

"I had my pocket knife in my pocket." I whispered.

"That would've been perfec- Blaine!" Kurt nodded his head forward like he was trying to jerk it off.

"What?" He can be really confusing at times.

He sighed, then stuck his tongue out front, and a bit to the left. I looked in that direction and saw my pocket knife on the ground. It must've fell out earlier. "I think I could get it...." I whispered.  

I put my feet out and since they were tied together, it was very difficult. I kinda scooted them towards my back and stretched my fingers to grab them, and it only took me 20 minutes!

"Last room." sighed the burglar upstairs.

"Hurry!" whinnied Kurt. I hated the way he felt, it looked like he was about to cry! I wanted to hug him so bad right there.

"It's going to be okay." I smiled the best I could.

After a few minutes I got myself free. Kurt sighed in relief, "Now un-tie us and we can get out of here." I got my knife out, but before I could start, I heard the burglar coming downstairs. "Get down!" said Finn. I sat next to the coffee table and placed the ropes to look like I was still tied up, or at least from a distance.

   The burglar came back in with a sack, probably full of valuables. He grunted, "Y'all don't own lots." He had very bad English. "We need to buy time." whispered Kurt. "Did you check all the closets?" asked Finn. The burglar looked up from his sack and laughed. "You want me to steal everything? Ha, well I did check, just clothes and shit." he said loading his gun. "D-did you check the basement?" asked Kurt nervously. "What? We don't ha-" Kurt and I gave him a look. "Don't tell him about the basement, that's where we keep our valuables." said Finn slowly as he was making it up. "Weirdest kids i've ever met." said the burglar. "Where's the entrance?" "Why would we tell you?" I asked. "Eh it's probably an obvious spot anyway." he said going upstairs.

As soon as he left, Kurt turned to me. "Go! there's not enough time to get us loose, go get help!" "I can't leave you here." I argued. "Get help!" growled Finn. I sprinted out the door and ran to my car. I took out my phone and called 911.

"Hello this is 911, what's your emergency?"

"M-my boyfriend! And his step brother, t-their all tied up!" 

"Calm down sir, we're coming as soon as we can!"

I gave him Kurt's address and hung up. There has to be something I can do. I thought. "Why does life hate me?!?!" I yelled as the police passed by. They gave me a weird look. I blushed for a few seconds, then ran over following the cars.