Blaine had a good day. He'd done well in all of his classes. The play finally got to him singing and his voice suffered not at all. He was back to his perfect charming princely self. The last weekend had just been a fluke, a bit of teen melancholia that had nothing to do with who he was. He sang the Princes song, never noticing the car tailing him.
He bounded out of the car, his mind already on the weekend, thinking he could invite Luke over for the long weekend for more of his appreciated brand of cuddling. The fear spiked the instant he felt the hand on his jacket and the rough voice ordering him.
"Please I'll give you whatever money you want." His voice trembled.