Lose yourself in this moment [Simon]

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

Glaring at the screen, Blaine popping his knuckles. Simon just didn't know who he was f*cking with right now. Or did he? It was all talk after all, he could be sh*tting himelf at this moment for all Blaine knew, but if he wasn't. He would be when Blaine got there. As soon as Blaine said his goodbye, in his own pissed off way, he slammed the laptop shut. Shockingly the thing didn't break. Blaine wasn't the type to wait and see where he would meet Simon at. All he needed to know was where his dorm was, and knowing all of his connections. He even already knew that.

Blaine had already threw on his shoes, put on his dog tags,he never went anywhere without them, then slid on a hoody before lifting the hood up to cover his head. It was a automatic thing he did when he was going into a fight, dress in black, you never know what could happen. The final step was to get his brass knuckles and slide them on before leaving his dorm, the door making the loudest noise in the building.

Rage already had kicked in, Blaine already blacked out when he even got off the laptop. It was set in stone there would be blood. Blaine's jaw was locked and he stared down at the ground with his hands shoved in his pockets while he walked quickly towards the dorm, and once he was there, he knocked like he normally would and waited for the boy.

Once the door opened, and Blaine saw Simon's face, Blaine's foot drew back and he kicked a solid kick into the door, making the door fly back and headbutt Simon. Quickly enough Blaine took a step inside pulled out his hands and closed the door while Simon was whining about the injury he just received. Blaine smiled a sarcastic smile grabbed Simon's face and pushed him onto the ground before sitting his one knee on the boys rib cages, squashing them, as well as holding his face down with one hand and the other plowing into Simon's jaw and face non stop at full strength and speed, but Blaine felt it just wasn't hard enough, so he'd go harder.

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon really wasn't in the mood for visitors. He knew who ever it was probably was looking for a fix. And he didn't want to share his weed. His stash was on the very low side, and his dealer was hard to find these days.

Still, he thought maybe it was his dealer picking the odd time of night to finally give him his shit. Getting up from the spot on the couch where he'd been lounging, smoking, pissing people off via internet, he headed to the door. The night was just how he liked it. Until he opened the door.

"Well, who the fuck invited y-" He began to scoff before the guy kicked the door open on him, and then went all Jackie Chan on his ass.

In his own dorm. Seriously. This shit was getting ridiculous. It was probably a sign he should stop running his mouth. But everyone knew Simon didn't stop running his mouth for nobody. So, this is the price he had to pay every so often. In blood. His blood.

"Fuck out of here!" Simon'd hissed at one point, shielding his face poorly, still getting most of the blows anyway. Things got really blurry half-way through, maybe due to the joint he'd just been smoking or just because he'd taken so many hits to the head. Either way, he was way out of it, he mostly saw red. Probably blood.

He needed to learn how to put up a better fight.

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

Blaine was sprawled across the floor with the boy, not because he wanted Simon but because he wanted to get a better grip of Simon so he could beat the living sh*t out of him. By now he had changed hands now plowing his left fist into the guys face instead of his right. Blaine didn't want to just punch him, he wanted to hit him with a chair or some sh*t, but right now it seemed like that wasn't available, so Blaine gripped a whole hand full of Simon's hair pulled his head up, then placed his hand over Simon's face and pushed his face back down.

Adrenalin now said hello to Blaine as he stood up, grabbed Simon by his shirt and pulled his body up to the wall, grabbed now a handful of his hair on the back of his head and started slamming his head into the wall while he growled under his breath into Simon's ear. I'm not fucking done, but next time, maybe you will think twice about shit talking me or Farren. I will be leaving you hear with scars to remember who the f*ck I am. After speaking, Blaine pulled Simon from the wall and sent his knee to his crotch.

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon didn't really know how many ways there were to physically hurt a person. He'd never been interested in testing anything like that out. He was starting to realize, though, that there were a lot of fucking ways. And each one came with it's own type of pain.

It was hard to focus the mind on one specific area that was hurting too, when everything was starting to hurt. Even pride. He didn't have much say in the matter at this point, though. He'd lost any sense of shielding the areas that the blows were being directed to because, god, it wasn't going to stop.

He figured he'd just wait to, y'know, blackout or something. Wake up in a pool of his own blood. Nice. Yeah, that'd work.

Blaine had slammed him back into the wall by this point and was hissing into his ear. "Not fucking done, huh? Well, why don't you just tell me when you are." He muttered darkly through the pain, through the choking on his own blood that was also happening.

Knee to the groin. Perfect next move. He'd thought the blows to the head would knock out his sense to feel anything. Wrong again, Chapman. "motheroffuckinggod" He'd groaned under his breath.

Can I just black out now, please?

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

Simon's disgusting blood was all over Blaine's hands and it made him frown in disgust before he laughed as Simon kneeled to the ground. How funny? This dude talks so much sh*t and he's begging for this to be done. Begging. Not done yet, buddy. Blaine was taking his sweet time watching him before he took a step up grabbed Simon's hair again, and positioned his head at the right angle before he took a couple steps back, pictured Simon's head as a football, then took a couple steps up and sent his foot right into Simon's temple. Hopefully this would be a knock out and Blaine could go take a shower.

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon's eyes were already lazy and lidded. He was drifting between being in serious pain and not knowing what the fuck was going on. He saw the foot coming. Towards his head. "Wait, fuck, don't-" He was saying, like he could control the foot or something, like it was stoppable. But he didn't get to finish what he was going to say. Kick right to the head. After that it was just real dark. Too dark. The unconscious kind of dark. Yeah, he wasn't getting up for a while.

He'd mumbled something like "Ow." As his head had hit the floor. But that was it. K/O.

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

Tsk tsk tsk... Blaine said while he shook his head and watched Simon fall limp onto the floor. Turning around he stuffed his bloody hands into his pockets then walked away, passed all the people watching and shut the door behind him. Shut your mouth next time. Time to take a shower.

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