Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 37

Kurt and Blaine stumbled out of the door and onto the gravely pathway. They glanced around, trying to decide the best route to take.

"We should go through the woods. They won't be able to track us that way." Kurt contemplated. Blaine shook his head in disagreement.

"No, I think we should stick to the urban areas. We don't even know where we are." Blaine looked around once more, before his eyes settled on the abandoned car. He turned to Kurt, grinning with his new idea. Kurt, instantly knowing what Blaine was thinking, shook his head.

"No way Blaine. We are not stealing a car!"

"It's not stealing, it's borrowing. Although, it may mysteriously find itself in a ditch, or at the scrap yard."

"Blaine, I'm serious -"

"And so am I. Kurt, this could be our one chance to get home." Kurt thought for a moment, taking in Blaine's pleading eyes.

"Ok, let's do it." He said, resigned. They ran to the car, surprised to find it unlocked, and still running.

"I guess he wasn't planning on being here long." Blaine guessed. They opened the doors and slid into the seats. Kurt entered the driver's seat, as Blaine took the passenger's seat beside him. They belted up as Kurt stepped on the pedal, beginning to reverse. They grinned at each other, elated. They were finally free. However, Blaine's face fell, when he saw Charlie groggily appear at the doorway.

"Get back here, you little shits!" Charlie yelled. Blaine turned his head, to see the angry boy reach into his jacket.

"Kurt, he's got a gun!" Blaine's eyes widened in fear, as he turned the car in the right direction.

"If you don't get back here right now, I'll blow your heads off!"

"Kurt, step on it!" He slammed down on the accelerator, causing the car to stutter forwards. Blaine looked behind as the car lurched forward, to find Charlie standing behind them, pointing the gun in their direction. Kurt glanced in the rear-view mirror, horrified.

"Blaine, get down!" Blaine whipped his head forwards just in time. Bullets began to smatter the back window, sending shards of glass flying. Blaine flinched every time a shot was fired. They were almost at the road now, but Charlie wasn't giving up.

"You asked for it." He ran after the car, shooting aimlessly at his own vehicle. He had to bring them down. Dean was going to kill him if he didn't. Kurt continued on, focussed on getting them out of there.

"Hold on Blaine, we're nearly there." Out of nowhere, a bullet found Blaine's side window, causing it to collapse and splinter. Blaine cried out in agony as the glass dragged itself through his skin. Kurt snapped his head towards Blaine, frightened.

"Blaine?" Before Blaine could answer, another shot was fired, meaning Kurt had to revert his attention back to the road. He glanced in the side mirror, stunned to see Charlie still running after them. He pulled the trigger a couple more times, but no more bullets came out. Realising this, he threw the revolver down in frustration, and shook his fist at them like a badly caricatured pirate.

"We're going to get you. Just wait and see." He yelled out in anger, causing several birds to fly out of the nearby trees.

The car drove on, as it swerved out of sight from Charlie. He couldn't believe he let them get away! He couldn't understand what Blaine was doing out of the basement. He whipped out his phone, dialling Dean's number. It rang for a few moments, before Dean finally picked up on the last ring.

"What is it Charlie, I'm eating!"

"Boss, they're gone!" There was silence at the end of the phone. Charlie swallowed nervously.