I don't own this. Any of it. Also my science isn't legit.
Now that Kurt was in Glee club, he finally started having good dreams again. He knew that he was a mess before, with being suicidal and all, and Glee had been better for him then the others knew. He finally had a place where he was safe and could be himself without fear of being beaten up or yelled at. And even if Rachel was annoying and Finn was straight and Santana was a bitch, Kurt loved every minute of it.
It was 1:00 AM and Kurt was in the middle of one of these good dreams when sounds woke him up. He sat up in bed, immediately alert and awake as he listened to the silence around him, wondering if he was hearing things. When he was about to lay back down, he heard it again and his attention shot to the window, where the knocking, scraping sound came from. The window was open.
Relief washed through him. Kurt must have left the window open when he went to bed. The sound must be from the neighbors or some squirrels or something. He got up and moved lightly across the room to the window to close it, glancing outside just in case. That was when a dark shape rushed towards him, knocking him to the floor and leaving him breathless. A hand clamed over his mouth as he tried to scream for help. He fought desperately, struggling against the man sitting on top of him. Then he got a brilliant idea.
Kurt sunk his teeth into the man's hand, tasting blood. The man brought his hand back with a yell that must have woken Finn because he heard his half-brother groan from the next bed. "Finn! Help!" Kurt screamed before the man's hand clamped over his mouth and a fist slammed into his face. He struggled and bit his hand again but it didn't work this time. He saw Finn stand up near him, and he gave a muffled yell.
"Hey!" Finn shouted. He stepped toward the two fighting on the ground before another guy behind him hit Finn in the back of the head with a bat. He fell face first on the floor, unconscious. Then Kurt felt something sharp press into his neck and he was out like a light.
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Burt woke with a start to the sound of his son screaming for help. He shot out of bed and clambered down the stairs to the door of Kurt's room. He tried the door, but it was locked. He cursed and started banging on the door, hearing the muffled screams from his son just behind that block of wood. It tore him apart to be so close to saving his son. After losing his wife to cancer, he couldn't let the only joy left in his life be taken away, and with one final burst he shattered the door, wood splintering around him. He rushed into the room and stopped short, taking in the sight in front of him.
Kurt's bed was unmade, which was not normal for him at all, even if he did get up in the middle of the night. There were splatters of blood on the floor. The window was wide open, the white silk curtains that Kurt had insisted on buying billowed in the slight breeze, giving the room a hollow, ethereal look to it.
And Finn was passed out on the floor.
And Kurt was gone.
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When Finn walked into the choir room Monday morning, Mercedes knew something was wrong. First of all, Finn did not even approach Rachel OR Quinn. He just trudged over to the back corner chair. Finn never sat in the back corner chair. Second, Finn was without Kurt. It wasn't like the two were best friends or anything, but Finn had been walking Kurt to as many classes as possible for a while now, and it wasn't like him to forget. Thinking back on it, where was Kurt? Mercedes hadn't seen him that day, and he always texted her if he was missing school for any reason. Something was up. And Mercedes Jones would find out what.
She stood up and marched over to stand in front of Finn, placing her hands on her hips. "Where is Kurt? I swear, white boy, if you went back to tossing him in dumpsters I will make you wish you had never been born, you hear?"
Finn looked up at her, a hollow look in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mercedes."
"What happened?" she demanded.
"He was kidnapped."
Everyone's conversations halted and they all turned to look at Finn. Mercedes stumbled back away from him. "It was around 1:00 AM on Sunday; I heard him screaming for help, so I got out of bed and there was this guy on top of him trying to hold him down and keep him quiet. I went to help Kurt, but then something hit me in the head and I passed out. When I woke up, Kurt was gone."
Mercedes fell into a chair, holding her head in her hands as she tried to process Finn's words. Kurt was gone…kidnapped? But…why?
"What…?"
"Mercedes…he's gone. He's gone." Finn's voice broke, and his head dropped into his lap, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Puck pulled up a chair next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Trust me; as soon as we find out who's taken him, you and me can go beat the crap out of that bastard."
Mr. Shue chose that as the perfect moment to walk in. "What happened to you guys? What's got you so down?"
"Kurt got himself kidnapped!" Santana snapped, looking ready to kill.
"Oh my god," Mr. Shue sat down on the piano. "What happened? Do you have any ideas where he could be?
"The police said that there were about twenty other cases like Kurt's kidnapping. They were telling us about people all over Ohio that have vanished in the middle of the night, only to show up again lying on their own front porch, tied up and gagged three days later. Which means we're not going to look for him. The police are just going to hide around our house and wait for the kidnappers to bring Kurt back. The things is, when the victims are returned, they get really sick and they… die a couple days later." Finn choked out the last couple words, returning to crying silently along with Rachel and Mercedes.
After many long minutes, Rachel stood up. "Mr. Shue? Can I sing something please? For Kurt?"
"Go ahead, Rachel."
Rachel stood in front of the Glee club, tears streaming openly down her face as she sang.
"God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone.
Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy
You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live
If I die, let me die
Let him live
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home."
As the last note hung in the air, Rachel came forward and hugged Finn, and the rest of the Glee club did the same, hope and sorrow passing through their bodies like an electric current.
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Kurt was dragged from his unconsciousness with a pain in his back more intense than he had ever known. He writhed in agony against the bonds. Bonds? I'm tied up? Where am I what's going on oh my god it hurts! The events of last night flooded back to him and he let out a little whimper of fear. Fresh waves of throbbing pulses of pain screamed through his back as metal cut and scraped and stabbed and oh my god why!? He jerked his head around to look behind him and saw two pristine men in scrubs, well, pristine except that they were covered in blood. My blood Kurt realized, and that brought on a whole new terror because there was so much of it! One of the men was out of his line of vision, a fact that Kurt was grateful for, because if he saw what they were doing… The other man seemed to be an assistant, holding sharp metal tools that glinted with maniacal grins. Kurt screamed in pain as the knife hit a nerve and set fire to his back, tears running down his face. This is sososososo much worse than being slammed into lockers. "He's awake," Kurt heard from behind him. He said this so casually, like he was saying, "There's some nice weather today," or, "I'm going to go walk the dog."
A lower, meaner voice grunted and growled, "I'm almost done."
"Can I at least numb him?" asked the first. Kurt felt a surge of gratitude for the man. At least he knew one of them had a heart.
"Fine," the other said, "You've always been soft."
While the first guy injected some kind of numbing stuff in Kurt's back, a million questions did a frenzied tango through his head. Where am I? Why am I here? What are they doing to me? How did I get here? What's going on!? Just let me go…
After an eternity of lying there, feeling the painless tugging sensations in his back and trying to put meaning to the scientific jibberish his kidnappers were rattling off, he felt the two men step away from him. Then they stepped into Kurt's view, the blood on their lab-coats and gloves boiling his stomach. They stood there staring at him until Kurt finally got sick of the silence. "What are you doing?" He said, his voice shaking. He blinked tears from his eyes, not wanting them to see him cry
Guy number one gave him a sympathetic smile, while guy number two just laughed coldly. "We're improving the human race; one at a time. But before we get there we need to perfect our methods. You're the 23rd person we've tried this on. So far, the others have died somewhere along the way. But we are confident about you."
Guy number one stepped forward. "Here's how this will go: We are going to keep you here for three days while we prepare you. Once that time is up, we'll send you home where the rest of the process will be completed automatically. Questions?"
Kurt stared at him. Yes he had questions; he had a lot of questions. "What process? What's going to happen to me?"
Guy number two chuckled. He walked over to a screen that was currently showing a bunch of numbers and charts and swiped his hand across the screen, bringing up two light blue diagrams. The first one was a regular human shape, but the second was much more interesting. It was completely ripped, a perfect picture of what any human would beg to be. Except for the wings. That's right: the figure had wings.
"Oh…" Kurt breathed, realizing what that meant.
"I don't think we're going to go that heavy with the muscles this time. You're just not right for that. We'll make you light and quick on your feet. But you'll still be powerful. You'll be our biggest success," said guy number one proudly. "We'll do two groups of injections in all of your major muscle groups each day and a few more surgeries before we send you home."
Kurt closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cool metal of the table, taking a deep, shuddering breath. He couldn't believe this was happening. First he was kidnapped, and now he was an experiment; a play thing to some crazy scientists. He wondered if his dad was worried, if Rachel was turning it into some crazy drama and singing about it. He wondered if Finn was looking for him, and if so, who was helping. He wondered if Quinn and Mercedes were praying for him.
Then he felt the straps on his wrists and ankles being taken off. He was about to try and fight and hopefully escape, but then he heard a click and felt a smooth circle press against his cheek and he froze. "I don't want to have to use this, but if you push me, I will not hesitate," said guy number two in a soft and threatening voice. Kurt froze, a small whimper escaping his lips. "Now turn over."
Kurt flipped onto his back, hissing at the wave of pain the washed over him from the movement. Guy number one held his arm out, his grip strong and painful while the other one grabbed a plastic rectangle with six long needles sticking out of it in a grid. Kurt tried to pull away, but guy number one's grip was like iron. The needles pushed all the way into his bicep. He let out a low groan, his muscles clenching and flexing as the needles slowly pulled out of his skin.
They repeated the action again, twice in each arm, twice in each leg, a few times on his chest and stomach and back. Then his head was forced to the side and he felt one more needle press into his neck and he couldn't stay awake any longer.
