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Disclaimer(since I forgot): Glee, the characters, and places do not belong to me. They are the property of Ryan Murphy and Fox.

Kurt stared at the two burglars as Eli moaned in pain. The gun still pointed at his Dad made Kurt anxious. If he moved with any kind of malice his Dad was screwed. The countertenor stared at that gun, wishing he could hit it with the bat. Carole and Finn were freaking out enough for Kurt, who honestly didn't know what to do. He knew his Dad would want him to fight, but Kurt couldn't do that when his life was on the line. So he did the only thing he could think of, talk them into leaving.

"You know, my friend has probably already called the cops by now." Kurt reminded them about Blaine, "You should probably scram."

Isaac laughing confused the hell out of him, but he wouldn't say it out loud.

"You've made it personal." Isaac snapped, "You hurt Eli and Frankie."

"Not like they didn't deserve it." Kurt said, brow raised.

"Well I'm going to let you in on a secret, the cops won't come out here when they know we have hostages."

Shit, shit, shit! Not good! The countertenor shifted back a little as Eli stood up. If that was true it wouldn't really matter what Kurt did.

"That hurt little man."

If they were going to hurt him, he was going to be damned if it was going to be in front of his family. He moved towards the kitchen, his best diva face on as his terrified family looked at him.

"So are you guys criminally insane or what?" Kurt asked.

The three men smirked at Kurt. It sent a cold chill down his spine because their faces all but promised his death. Kurt mentally shook his head as he thought of a plan. The countertenor could run out of the house and get them away from his family. That was a good plan because that meant the police could save them. The backdoor was locked though and it would take too much time to unlock it. The front door should be unlocked.

"We are criminally insane." Frankie said, "Eli here was in prison for twenty years because he tortured and maimed a few pretty boys."

Kurt tried to keep the look of terror off his face. His family screamed their panic, muffled greatly by the duck tape on their mouths. Kurt had to keep calm about this. He had to get these assholes away from his family.

"If you fashionably challenged eggheads want me, you are going to have to catch me." Kurt said, dropping the bat and running into the kitchen.

Kurt moved through the kitchen and to the hallway. He got to the door and tried to open it, cursing when it was locked. The countertenor moved just in time for Frankie to run into the door.

He ran to the stairs and screamed when a hand grabbed his shin. Kurt hit the stairs, his hands bracing him, before he kicked behind him. He caught Frankie in the stomach, but the thief dragged him down. Kurt shrieked at the older man to let him go.

The countertenor's nails dragged across the stairs, leaving trail marks in the wood, before the burglar made him stand up. Kurt punched the guy, feeling pain light up in his hand. Frankie grabbed him as the countertenor kneed him in the stomach. He brought up his elbow and hit Frankie's chin. The burglar threw Kurt into the frame of the living room door, the countertenor let out a gasp of pain. Frankie strode up to him and punched Kurt who shoved his palm in an upward motion, hitting the man's nose. Frankie backed up, holding onto his nose before Kurt ran towards the door. Frankie grabbed his arm and threw him into the living room. Kurt couldn't stop himself from going over the couch, hitting the side of the coffee table.

Kurt couldn't stop the yelp of pain that escaped him as he tried to regain his breath. He stayed on the floor for a moment before trying to move. He stopped when he saw Eli was standing over him, Isaac pointing the gun at him. The singer looked at him with wide eyes as Eli pulled out a pocket knife.

"What's your name?" Isaac asked, as Eli grabbed his arm.

"Screw you." Kurt snapped, flinching when the knife trailed down his forearm, cutting into his skin.

"Your name or we can take it out of one of your family members." Isaac snapped, the gun pointing at Burt again.

"Kurt! My name's Kurt." he said quickly, drawing the gun back to him.

"Good boy. Now Kurt I'm going to let you in on a secret. If you don't stop this bravery complex then we're going to have to kill one of your family members." Isaac said, "So, are you going to cooperate?"

"Yes." Kurt answered simply.

He would do anything to protect his family. Kurt knew they would do anything for him.

"Very well Kurt. Eli you can have your fun, we're going to load the goods in the truck."

Eli only grinned before he towered above Kurt. He grabbed the countertenor and shoved him down onto the coffee table.

"Your family gets the honor of watching your sacrifice." Eli said, with a small but still very crazed grin on his face.

When the man straddled him, Kurt tried to move quickly, the knife coming to his throat stopped him. It trailed to the collar of his shirt before Kurt heard fabric ripping. He gaped at the man and tried to back up, stopping again at the knife coming to his throat.

"Stop moving Kurtie or I'll have to hurt your Mom."

That had made Kurt stop quickly. The countertenor glared at the man when he slapped him, slicing into the boy's cheek. Kurt hissed in pain as he tried to figure out how to get out of this mess. When his shirt was forced off of him, Kurt tried to move again. Stopping quickly when Eli glanced at Finn.

"Don't hurt them." Kurt said shakily.

Eli didn't say anything as he put the knife to Kurt's stomach, cutting into the flesh. The countertenor gasped as his legs shook from the pain. His mouth slamming shut when the knife went to his cheek and sliced into it again quickly before returning to his stomach.

When the man held up a strip of his skin before dropping it to the floor, Kurt thought he was going to be sick. The knife dug into his skin again, making Kurt scream as he tried to shove the man off.

"Kurt." the warning was in his voice, making the countertenor stop.

When Eli made him sit up, Kurt thought about making a run for it. He could feel blood trailing down his skin before he felt his hands being tied up. The countertenor thought about headbutting him and getting the hell out of there. Anything to stop his family being subjected to watching him being tortured.

"Dad, don't you think Kurt's screams sound delicious?" Eli asked Burt.

The countertenor was shoved back down as Eli continued to carve into him. Kurt turned to see his Dad glaring at Eli, as the man dug the knife into his skin once more. Kurt's scream echoed in the house as he thrashed underneath the older man. Shrieking when the man dug the knife into his hip bone and twisting the blade.

"Almost angelic...angelic..."

Kurt gasped when he was turned to lay on his stomach. Almost wailing when the knife dug right beneath his shoulder blades. His entire body shook with pain as he screamed in protest. He swore he could feel it hit bone. Kurt couldn't stop the screams that escaped him, tears pouring from his eyes. His family looked devastated. Finn honestly looked close to vomiting. Kurt's eyes flickered as Eli dug the knife into the small on his back.

"Eli, let up on him. We don't want him dying from blood loss." Isaac's voice floated into the room.

Kurt panted as Eli got off of him. He could feel blood running down his back now. Finn looked like he was going to kill these guys. The big brother look in his eyes gave Kurt some comfort. This time last year Finn had been downstairs in his basement calling his things faggy. It was a nice and very much needed change. Carole looking not far behind him, her eyes screaming that she would hurt them. Burt was just staring at Kurt, not the man hurting him. He was trying so hard to project to Kurt that they'd be alright. Even if everything was looking extremely dire for all of them.

When the knife went to the small of his back again, Kurt started crying harder.

"Please stop...no more." Kurt said, screaming when the knife cut into him again, "Stop!"

Kurt wondered briefly why the neighbors hadn't called anyone. He thought he was screaming loud enough to wake the dead. He saw another strip of skin drop in front of his eyes. Shaking when the knife dug into his shoulder blade again. Kurt felt dizzy from the pain as he took in gasping breaths.

"Eli! I mean it! Quit with the carving!"

The knife left just as quickly as Kurt turned to his side. He watched Eli lick the blade clean, gaping at the man in disgust. He stared at his family and his family stared back at him. Finn looked at him like he wasn't going to let Kurt out of his sight anytime soon. If Kurt was honest he was glad he was the one being tortured and not them. His family all had strong qualities but Kurt couldn't see any of them getting tortured. It would seriously haunt him.

"What was your friend's name?" Isaac asked, drawing Kurt out of his thoughts, "Or was he your boyfriend?"

Kurt's mouth was closed in a tight line before he felt the knife dig into his shoulder blade and he knew it hit bone because it scraped in a way he should never have felt.

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped.

"Blaine, huh? So was he your boyfriend?" Isaac asked.

Kurt didn't say anything, crying out when the knife dug deeper.

"Yes! He's my boyfriend!" Kurt shrieked.

The knife left and Kurt took a deep breath. He was shaking from either adrenaline, fear, or blood loss. He wasn't sure what it was yet.

"He was cute Kurt, too bad he had to leave the party early. We could have had some fun with him."

"Fuck you!" Kurt snapped, yelping when they shoved his head into the coffee table.

His vision turned black in the corners as he blinked up at the men. When had he turned back over?

"Language Kurt, you are way too adorable to speak so crudely."

Kurt glared at him, "Yeah well you're way too psychotic to be in this house."

The countertenor gasped when Isaac's hand wrapped around his throat. It tightened to an alarming degree as the boy choked.

"If you know I'm psychotic why are you antagonizing me? Don't you know how stupid that makes you?"

Kurt couldn't answer and didn't even try once the hand left his throat. Where the hell were the police?

"I think it's my turn boys." Isaac snapped, straddling Kurt.

The gun stayed on Kurt as the man fumbled with the countertenor's belt. Kurt gasped and moved away from him, stopping when the gun was cocked. The younger male closed his eyes tightly. He wouldn't watch this, he couldn't watch this.

"What the hell kind of belt is this?" Isaac growled.

"What do you mean Isaac?" Eli asked.

"It's laced up or something."

Kurt was never more grateful for his belt as he was then. When he heard the tell tale sounds of them cutting the laces, he squirmed and tried to subtly get out from underneath the ring leader. Isaac shoved the gun at his forehead.

"Stop moving Princess or your brother will pay the consequences." Isaac snapped.

The countertenor couldn't stop crying. This whole situation was fucked. Kurt felt so tired and so cold and this wasn't fair. His family was supposed to be waiting on him getting home from his date with Blaine and they would tease the both of them. This though...never should have happened. When the ring leader fumbled with his jeans, managing to get them shoved down, everything seemed to stop. Kurt's tears had doubled as the man shoved his hand into his boxers.

"Please stop...get off of me please...I-" Kurt trailed off when the man hit him.

Then just like that everything seemed to get that much worse with the man unbuttoning his pants. Kurt tried to move off the table but stopped when the gun was trained on Finn.

"I swear to God Kurt that if you keep this up then I'm going to have to hurt your family." Isaac snapped.

The countertenor just shook his head and his scream was muffled when the man kissed him forcefully. His tongue forcing its way into his mouth. The countertenor was pushed into the coffee table, as the man kept kissing him, fondling him through his boxers. This wasn't how his first time was supposed to be. It was like he was the world's punching bag. Kurt yelped when the man hit him with the gun again. He tried to move again and stopped when the gun went off.

There was a bullet hole two inches from Finn's face. Kurt stopped completely with wide eyes. The countertenor didn't actually think they would hurt his family. They had threatened it so many times it had lost some impact, but they were completely serious. Finn was shaking his head at Kurt, his eyes screaming to fight. How could he fight when they were willing to shoot him in the head? Kurt was a lot of things but he wasn't a freaking idiot. The countertenor gasped when he was hit with the butt of the gun. His world blurred for a moment before he felt himself turned over. Kurt kept his eyes on his family, who looked completely mortified. Where were the police?