Kidnapped

A/N: I have only just been able to watch Glee regularly this season. As such, I may not have the characters down entirely right so please forgive for anything terribly OOC. Thanks guys! And this takes place right after where the Nov 8, 2011 episode left off. It’s entirely AU because I just had to do this idea. Thanks!

 

“I love you Blaine Anderson.”

 

 

“I love you Kurt Hummel.”

 

Sleep overtook both teenagers as sweat glistened on their skin, the perspiration upon the delicate pale skin of the one more slender, Kurt, glistened brighter in the dim lighting of the room. They were at Blaine’s house. It was the night of the opening of West Side Story, which Blaine was currently playing the lead in. They’d argued because of some Warbler named Sebastian but the two of them had made up after the show and than, Kurt had asked if they could skip the after party and go to Blaine’s house. There, they had made love for the first time in their relationship.

 

It was a night that Blaine Anderson would never forget both for the happy memories and the bad.

 

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“Here son. It’s hot cocoa. It will help you feel better,” said one of the cops as he handed Blaine a steaming hot mug. The teenager took the mug with shaky hands. He was sitting in the back of an ambulance, a blanket wrapped around him and two strips of bandage tape covering a nasty cut above his right eye. As he brought mug to his lips to sip, his hands shook so badly, he was afraid he might drop it. The cop reached out a hand to steady it by cupping the bottom. Blaine took a small sip and lowered the mug, giving his head an indignant shake.

 

What had happened? He strained his memory to remember. But the last thing he could remember was falling asleep with Kurt in his arms. The memory after that was a blur and the next thing he knew, he was sitting in the back of the ambulance. Eyes roamed the scene in front of him, a crime scene. He narrowed his eyes, trying desperately to remember. And when they lit on the broken glass of a window he knew to be his bedroom window, it all came flooding back to him.

 

He had been woken by the sound of shattering glass and sat up quickly. The jerky movement had woken his boyfriend beside him and Kurt looked up at Blaine groggily.

 

“Blaine love, what is it?” Kurt asked his voice tinged with sleep. Blaine didn’t look at him. He put a finger to his lips as though to shush Kurt. The other boy pulled the blanket up further over his naked body. Blaine slid out of the bed, and pulled on boxers that lay discarded on the floor. His eyes were peering around the corner in his room, where he could just make out the edge of the window. The dim lighting showed something gleaming on the floor just barely out of sight.

 

“I think someone broke the window,” he whispered to Kurt, eyes never leaving that gleaming something on the floor. “Stay here, I’m going to check it out.” Kurt pulled the blanket up higher and though he couldn’t see him, Blaine was quite certain his love was frightened.

 

He started to tip toe closer to the window. Just than, the sound of shattering glass met his ears yet again. Another window had been shattered. He looked behind him and gave Kurt a look that said he didn’t want Kurt going anywhere and than he bypassed the broken window in the bedroom, stepping carefully over the glass, and ran out into the hall.

 

Blaine crept carefully down the hall, trying to figure out where the shattering had come but he knew it had not been from his room. A weird twist in his stomach told him that this had been created as a distraction but he shoved that thought off. Realizing that people might be breaking into the house, Blaine ducked quickly into the billiard room and grabbed a pool cue. It may not be the best weapon in the world but it would do. There was no way he was going to let someone break into the Anderson household and get away with it. He sneered, a look that was clearly not a Blainerism, a word he was sure Kurt might have cooked up but at the moment, he couldn’t remember where he’d gotten it.

 

His bare feet met with the top of the stairs and Blaine tried to look beyond them without having to venture down them. No such luck. Though he thought he saw a shadow looming on the wall in the hallway downstairs. That did it. He was going to have to go down and whack this guy over the top of the head. “Fuck,” he said, immediately scolding himself. Blaine very rarely swore and he was just glad that Kurt had not been around to hear him do so just than.

 

Preparing himself to go on down the stairs and fight whatever it was that was down there, Blaine lifted a foot and sat it carefully down on the next step, trying to do so as quietly as possible. Just as he was lifting his other foot to make it down to yet the next step a scream cut through the air, a scream that could only be coming from the boy he loved. In a heartbeat, Blaine had retracted both feet to the top step and dashed off down the hall. His bare feet skidded on a rug laid on the hardwood floor and he nearly fell over. He used his free hand to brace himself on the wall and ran all the way back to his room, scrambling inside.

 

Two masked men were dragging a naked Kurt from the bed. Kurt was terrified by the look on his face. His pale skin had gone even paler if that were possible. Blaine was momentarily frozen where he stood. They were taking Kurt? The robbers wanted his boyfriend? What the hell?

 

Kurt’s frightened eyes fell on Blaine. “Blaine!” he cried out as he struggled. One of the robbers or now, kidnappers it seemed slapped Kurt across the face, shouting something about shutting up. That snapped Blaine out of it. The other kidnapper dropped his hold on Kurt after making sure his partner could handle the task alone and turned his attention on Blaine. He had a long thin object in his hand and Blaine realized that it was a poker from the fireplace. His pool cue was certainly not going to be any match for that but he couldn’t bare the thought of his Kurt being hurt. He didn’t want him to get hurt. He needed to protect him. So, regardless of the odds, he ran at the kidnapper. But the other had the upper hand. He swiped the poker hard and Blaine dodged out of the way but the end of the poker managed to make a cut in his head above his right eye. He spun out of the way now closer to Kurt and the other kidnapper while the one with the poker was in front of the open door.

 

Blaine went to swing the pool cue at the attacker but before he could make a move, something cracked down on the top of his head. “NO!” he heard Kurt cry though the sound was just barely audible. It was the last thing he heard before Blaine had lost consciousness. The kidnappers left him lying on the floor, the one who’d been holding Kurt still and dragging him toward the window, slipping a gun into his holster. The same weapon he’d just used to crack Blaine on the head. He and his partner roughly carried Kurt, who was still naked out the door of the room but not before one pushed the ladder from the windowsill. Within seconds, they’d carried Kurt down the stairs and out the front door and they were gone.

 

“Your cocoa’s getting cold son,” the cop said, bringing Blaine out of his reverie. “You okay?” It was then that Blaine realized the wetness on his cheeks. He’d been crying. Kidnappers had taken Kurt. When he’d woken up, he’d found himself lying in the ambulance. Someone had called the cops apparently but Blaine had still been very disoriented and hadn’t been able to answer questions. He couldn’t remember what had happened until just now.

 

“Find him,” he said. The cop raised an eyebrow.

 

“What?”

 

Blaine glared at him for a moment. “Find him. Find Kurt. They kidnapped my boyfriend.”

 

Well that certainly threw the cop for a loop. He opened his mouth to reply when a deputy came out of Blaine’s house. He had a notebook in his hands. And the cop turned his attention him. Blaine watched, wondering what the man had found. “Anything taken Collins?” the cop asked the deputy. The man shook his head.

 

“No sir. There’s nothing taken. But in the boy’s bedroom where the upstairs window is broken and where we found the ladder laying on the ground outside,” he paused and looked over a Blaine, wondering for a moment if he should hear this. The cop waved him to go on. “There were signs of a struggle. The blankets on the bed were askew. There was a fireplace poker on the floor. And there was a second pair of pants and shirt aside from that young man’s. I reckon it was a kidnapping sir. And I don’t think the victim is wearing anything.” The cop’s mouth dropped open in slight surprise and he turned to Blaine. Both of them looked at him as though hoping for some kind of confirmation. Blaine glared.

 

“No, he wasn’t wearing anything. They dragged him out butt naked. Do I need to paint a picture for you?” He was angry. That much was clear. The cop sighed and put up a hand. Blaine narrowed his eyes and he was tempted to smash the mug on the ground and scream with rage, but he held back because Blaine Anderson did not react like that. He hardly reacted the way he was now. But he was scared shitless. And who wouldn’t be? Of all people, beloved Kurt Hummel had been kidnapped and Blaine would be damned if everyone learned it was from his house.

 

“Easy kid. We don’t mean any harm.” The cop placed his hands on his hips and looked down at the ground. Blaine tore his eyes away and stared off into the nearby wood. Where was Kurt? Where had they taken him? More importantly, why had they taken him? Who was behind this? And how did they know where he lived and that Kurt was even there? Had they been watching? So many questions crossed Blaine’s mind and they blanked out when his ears picked up the end of the cop’s words to the deputy. “…the boy’s parents know.”

 

Blaine looked back over at them. “His name is Kurt Hummel and he’s a senior at McKinley High School. He lives with his dad Burt, his stepmother Carol, and his stepbrother Finn. I’m Blaine, his boyfriend.” He turned away again, indicating that he was going to say no more. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the cop nod and he and deputy walked away. Blaine set the mug down on the ambulance and slowly slid off to his feet.

 

Damnit. They wouldn’t know the first place to start looking for Kurt and if he was going to be sure that Kurt was found alive and brought home safe and sound, than Blaine was going to have to do this himself. That was that.

 

“I’ll find you Kurt. Mark my words baby, I’ll find you,” he whispered into the wood and then his resolve crumbled and Blaine Anderson broke down in tears.