Hi! So I just want to say that I own none of the characters in this fic-the amazing and talented and awesome CP Coulter wrote Dalton and owns all of the characters but Blaine and Kurt, who are owned by Glee. Ok, thanks and enjoy=)

Hell Night: After Logan and Blaine burst into the room, and directly after Julian was forced to declare his love for Julian. Adam managed to disarm Blaine and Logan in the struggle, knocking them out in the process. He then knocked out the rest of the boys with chloroform.

Adam looked around, frantically. He now had five unconscious boys in his power, one of which the love his life. The others got in the way of his and Julian's happy ending. They had to pay. He quickly ran to the pile of handcuffs he left in the corner and went to work binding each boy's arms behind his back and ankles together, excluding his precious Julian. Julian would realize soon that they belonged together and wouldn't fight back. He then snuck each boy out through the fire escape before throwing him in the back of his van. Then, there was only Julian left. Adam gently picked up the young movie star, cradling his head as he carried him down the fire escape. He wished that Julian could ride in the front with him, but he knew that Julian would put up a fight when he awoke, and Adam couldn't be distracted. He placed Julian down in the furthest corner of the space, as far away as possible from the other, evil boys. Adam smirked as he used duct tape to gag each boy, excluding Julian, of course. He got in the car and began to drive, leaving the burning building behind him.

Julian awoke first, having taken in the least amount of chloroform. He was shocked at what he opened his eyes to. There, lying bound and gagged before him, were four people in the world that he could actually call friends.

"Oh God it wasn't a dream," he thought, groggily. Julian had to wake them up and fine someway to get them out of the room. That was moving? Julian almost broke into tears as he realized he wasn't in the third floor room anymore. He was in a moving vehicle, with four friends, and a psychopath. And it was all his fault.

"If I weren't such a petty, stupid bitch we wouldn't be here! Why couldn't I have just told someone who could actually do something about it? Or run as fast as I could as soon as I received the first 'present' from Adam. Then at least if he caught up with me I would be the only one in danger!"
Julian needed someone to calm him down and help him thing logically. Normally, he would choose Logan, but considering he had just declared his love for him at knifepoint, he didn't really want to do that.

"Kurt, no he'd probably freak out. That Reed kid would probably have a complete meltdown. That leaves Blaine," Julian thought, groaning. He never knew Blaine too well, only that he was Logan's love interest for a while and that he was a nice enough kid.

Julian crawled over to Blaine and shook him gently, with absolutely no effect. He sighed and began to shake Blaine's shoulders back and forth, which caused Blaine to groan through the duct tape covering his mouth. His eyes opened slowly and met Julian's. He brought his head up quickly, then it dropped to the floor again. He was moaning in pain from the wound in his shoulder and, most likely, a concussion from Adam knocking him out.

"Don't be a retard, Blaine. Sit up slowly," Julian whispered. Blaine then tried to use his arms to push him off the ground, realizing he couldn't. He looked up at Julian with a look on his face saying, "Well, what the hell do you want me to do?"

Julian sighed and pulled Blaine up slowly from his uninjured arm. Blaine then looked at him again, "Anything else?" Julian reached down and slowly pulled the duct tape from Blaine's mouth, putting his finger to his nose to symbolize being quite.

Blaine whispered at a rapid pace, "What the fuck happened? Oh shit, my shoulder hurts…and my head. Why can't I use my arms? What the fuck? Are we moving?"

Julian sighed, "Yeah apparently we are! I don't know. That psychopath, Adam, somehow got us all in a fucking van. We're screwed if we don't get out of here. The problem here is that all you guys are frickin handcuffed! And I don't think Kurt or Reed can walk anyway. Actually, now that I think of it I don't think you can walk either. Or Logan after the blows you guys got to the head. And I'm not feeling so hot myself," Julian finished, wincing.

"Well, what the fuck or we gonna do now?" Blaine asked, beginning to freak out.

"Blaine, chill. I woke you up cuz you were the least likely to flip, and I need you to help me figure out 'what the fuck we do now."

Blaine began to answer, and then he caught a glance of Reed and changed his response.

"Well we start by stopping the blood flow from Reed's head!" Blaine whispered sharply, trying to wriggle over and stop the blood flow.

"I got it," Julian said, quickly crawling over to where Reed sat.

"Shit, you're right it still hasn't stopped bleeding!" Julian looked around for something to stop the flow of blood, before sighing and ripping off a long strip of his Dalton, button-down shirt and wrapping it over Reed's wound.

Blaine continued, "Then we wake him and Logan up before Kurt because you're not supposed to sleep with a concussion." Julian nodded and began to shake Reed's shoulders until he heard a groan. And then an attempted scream

"Reed, calm down." Blaine said. Reed stopped screaming and clenched his eyes shut in pain.

"Julian, get the duct tape off." Blaine said. "He can't breathe!" Julian reached over and peeled the tape from Reed's mouth, then, learning from his mistakes, he went ahead and freed Logan and Kurt's mouth as well.

Reed groaned and spoke slowly, as though he couldn't remember the right words, "My head hurts. Where are we?"

Julian looked at Blaine helplessly, unsure of how to answer Reed without causing him to have a meltdown.

Blaine rolled his eyes at Julian and turned his head to Reed to say, "Reed, whatever I say, you cannot scream." Only when Reed nodded did Blaine continue, "Somehow, Adam got us in a van or something. I don't know where we are, or how long we've been driving. All I know is that we have to work together to get out of here, or we're screwed."

Surprisingly, whether it was because Reed actually stayed calm or because he was too out of it to understand what Blaine had said, Reed just nodded and closed his eyes again.

"Hey Reed? You have to try really hard to stay awake for us, ok?" Blaine asked. Reed nodded, but looked as though his eyelids were made of lead.

"Can you prop him up against the wall, Julian?" Blaine asked. Julian went over to Reed and gently grasped him under his arms, pulling the small boy up against the wall. Reed clasped his eyes shut in pain, but feebly whispered a small thanks to Julian, who nodded. Then, Julian looked to Blaine, who was still lying flat on his back and walked over to do the same thing to him. However, it was much more tricky because of the knife wound in his shoulder. Julian ended up grabbing Blaine's uninjured arm and grabbing around his stomach with his another arm, dragging him to the nearest wall and leaving him in a sitting position.

'Thanks, Jules," Blaine said.

"Hey, just don't mention it to Kurt or he might kill me," Julian answered with a smirk, which quickly disappeared when Blaine spoke next.

"Now, we should wake up Logan."

Julian shook his head, "I can't do it, Blaine. I can't. I just told him that I've loved him since freshman year, with a crazy stalker holding a knife to my throat, in front of everybody!"

Blaine looked at Logan strangely, "I know things are weird, Julian, but he could die if we don't see if he's ok. So, I'm sure he can look past that ordeal, considering we're being kidnapped and he's injured- hell, we're all injured. "

Julian, still frowning, nodded and slowly crawled over to Logan, who was lying flat on his back, a large goose egg coming from the top of his head where he was hit. Julian took a deep breath before tapping Logan on the shoulder. Logan opened his eyes, groggily, and looked up at Julian."

"Oh hey, Jules. You'll never believe it-I had the craziest dream. Uuuugh and now my head hurts. What'd we do last night, man? Have a rager?"

"Logan, stop being a douche and look around." Julian said, his voice snippy.

Logan jerked his bound hands and his body went rigid. He then tried to spread his feet apart to stand upon, going deathly pale as the handcuffs around his ankles stopped him.

"Holy shit, it wasn't a dream. What the fuck, Julian? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

He was going to continue, but Julian stopped him, "Look, let's not let any of our petty crap get in the way right now. If you haven't noticed, we're in a psycho's van, driving god knows where. Can we talk about it later?"

Logan looked scared to death, but nodded.

"Yeah. Who else is here? Please not Derek!" Logan said, trying to strain his head up.

Julian sighed and pulled on Logan's shoulders until he was sitting against the wall, like Reed and Blaine.

"Oh God," Logan said, viewing Blaine, still unconscious Kurt, and semi-conscious Reed, who had completely bled through Julian's shirt.

"Shit," Julian said, running over to Reed, ripping another part of his shirt off, and replacing the makeshift bandage. He then shook Reed, who had dropped off, awake and turned back to Logan.

"Yeah, "Oh fuck is more like it, Lo." Julian snapped, turning and going to wake up Kurt, who was still completely out of it.

Julian shook Kurt's shoulder, being very careful not to touch his injured leg.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered loudly. "Kurt, wake up!" He responded by groaning and turning his head away from the noise.

"Kurt," Julian said louder. Kurt's eyes groggily opened and he looked around before tears came to his eyes.

"What the fuck? Oh shit, my leg hurts like hell," Kurt moaned.

"Kay, Kurt, we're in deep shit," Julian cut right to the chase. "We're in a moving vehicle that a psychopath is driving."

Kurt's eyes widened, and he tried to sit up, finding that he couldn't.

"Here, I got it," Julian said, grabbing Kurt and repeated the process, pulling Kurt against the wall. Kurt hissed as his leg was dragged across the floor.

"Ok, now that we're all-or most of us are aware," Julian said, glancing at Reed who, though awake, was staring into space with glossy eyes.

Blaine looked at Julian and hatched his plan, "I think our only option is to have you make a break for it when the door opens. Julian," Blaine said, cutting off his protests. "This is the only thing we could possible do. If you get out of here, then you can get help. I just wish you could bring Reed…" Blaine said. Reed didn't even acknowledge his name being called but continued staring directly ahead of him.

Kurt nodded, "Yeah that would be good, but there's no way he'd be able to run carrying Reed. Don't look back, Julian, just run. It's our only chance of getting us out of here."

"Hey, Julian. Can I talk to you?" Logan mumbled. Julian nodded and went to sit by Logan.

"Look, I just want to-"

Julian cut him off, "Look, Logan. We can have this conversation later, ok? I don't want it to be forced."

Logan nodded, "Just know…that you're my best friend. And I love you, ok?"

Julian turned his head, "Ok, Lo. I love you too, but let's get the fuck out of here, ok?"

Kurt and Blaine, who had been pretending to have a conversation had to interfere when they saw the state of Reed's head.

"Julian," Kurt said. "He's losing too much blood. You have to put pressure on the cut, or he'll die," Kurt said, choking out the words. Julian nodded and crawled over to Reed.

"Hey kid, can you hear me?" Julian asked.

Reed nodded and whispered, "My head hur-hurts."

"Yeah, I know, and what I'm about to do will hurt like all-mighty hell. But it might save your life."

Reed began to cry, "Just let me die," he moaned. "I don't wanna be here."

"No, I can't do that. Kurt'll beat the shit out of me if I do that. And think of, whatshisname, Shane. He's waiting for you." Reed choked on his tears, but nodded for Julian to continue. Julian began to slowly apply pressure on Reed's head, wincing at each gasp Reed let out. He kept his hands pressed on Reed's head, which actually seemed to stop some of the blood flow.

"Ok, so now what," Julian barked. "We just wait here?"

"Unless you have any brilliant plans," Kurt snapped. They waited for the next level of hell in their "adventure."