Sorry its been a fortnight - I was going to update every week, but I'm in the middle of my finals at the minute. :/ Here is chapter 2, and hopefully chapter 3 will be with you all in a fortnight (or less)...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee.

"Kurt?" "Kurt?" He heard anxious voices, but he couldn't work out who they belonged to. Slowly his eyes swam back into focus and he saw Mr Schue and Mercedes standing above him. He must have blacked out. Slowly he began to piece his thoughts together:

Glee rehearsal.

The strange man.

The blackout.

Blaine.

He pushed with his arms to pull himself to his feet, but he felt strong hands pushing him back down. "Slowly. We don't want you to collapse again." It was Finn.

Kurt took in a deep breath. "Blaine."

The New Directions looked around. It seemed they hadn't noticed the Warbler was missing.

"Where is Blaine?" asked Mercedes, looking around at the others.

"He looked a bit shocked by that man. Maybe he went to take a break, or call Cooper?" suggested Rachel, but they all knew that Blaine would not just waltz off in the middle of a blackout, particularly during a glee rehearsal.

"Where's my hobbit dolphin?" Brittany asked Santana, who just pulled the girl closer.

The door to Mr Schue's office clicked open, and closed again.

"I think I can answer that question." The New Directions spun around to see the voice. It was the man. And he had a gun. Puck, Sam, Santana and Finn stepped forward subconsciously, pushing the other New Directions further behind them, whilst Mercedes helped Kurt back onto his feet.

"First I think you should all take a seat." He gestured to the chairs, and they all obeyed reluctantly.

"If you so much as -" Kurt began.

"I didn't come here to hurt Blaine." The man replied. "As I told you earlier, I came here for Cooper."

"So why isn't Blaine here with us?" demanded Puck.

"We can have storytime later." The man snapped, before visibly calming. "So, who has Cooper's number?" The New Directions remained silent. "You really expect me to believe that after a little acting seminar, none of you have his number?!"

"I-I can get it from my office." Mr Schue finally spoke up.

"No. The office is out of bounds."

"I have his number." Rachel spoke up, offering the man her phone.

"I don't want your phone." She retracted her hand. "Give it to Kurt." The New Directions turned to look at Kurt confused. Was he in on some kind of private joke?

Kurt took Rachel's phone, confused. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to phone Cooper and get him talking. I want you to put him on speaker phone, and then I will tell him everything he needs to know. Nobody-" He paused, surveying all the New Directions, "nobody else will say anything." Kurt opened the phone and dialled Cooper's number.

"Rachel? You stolen one of my audition spots and need some expertise?" Cooper's cheerful voice rang out through the choir room.

"Uh- no, Cooper." Kurt replied, hesitantly.

"Oh. Hey, Kurt! You missing my presence already?"

"You could say that, Coop." Kurt continued.

"Well, I don't blame you. I mean who doesn't -"

"God, you're as big headed as ever!" The man cut Cooper off. There was silence at the other end of the phone. The man raised a finger to his lips in a threatening gesture to the New Directions.

"Jason?" A voice asked after what felt like several minutes. The joy had gone from the voice, and it sounded cold, empty, worried.

"Cooper Anderson, did you forget that I was coming home today?" Jason, as the man seemed to be called, sneered.

"Kurt, what's going on?" Kurt looked at Jason, who gestured for him to reply.

"I-I don't know." Kurt replied, shakily. "He came to glee rehearsal and then-"

"Blaine!" Cooper whispered.

"I-I don't know." Kurt sobbed. Mercedes reached a comforting arm around his shoulders, but Kurt remained tense and sobs racked his frame.

"Jason." Cooper's voice was angry, but Puck could hear the slight waver of concern. Jason remained silent, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Jason?! If you so much as-"

"Your threats sound like those of a gay teenager." Jason grinned at Kurt. "I just needed your attention. I don't want your baby brother."

"You have my full attention." assured Cooper. "You can let Blaine and the other New Directions go."

"A phone call ain't gonna cut it. I need you here, Cooper. I've done 9 years for you." The New Directions looked around at each other in confusion.

"That has nothing-" Cooper defended, but clearly thought the better of it. "I'm on my way to the choir room. You have my word, now let them go."

"Trouble is, I don't trust you." sneered Jason, standing up and walking closer to the phone. "I think we need to set a time limit – you have two hours."

"What if there's traffic? It's two hours at best from Westerville to-"

"Two hours, or you might not see your brother again." Jason took the phone from Kurt's palm where it lay, and snapped it shut. The choir room fell into silence bar Kurt's sobs, which had intensified since the threat.

The choir room remained silent for a good five minutes, until a spluttering sounded from Mr Schue's office.

"Looks like someone's finally awake to join the party!" Jason smiled, laying down the bottles and needles he'd been playing with the last few minutes.

"Blaine?!" called Kurt.

"Kurt?!" A voice replied. It sounded scared. Kurt jumped from his chair and ran to the office door, but he felt an arm grab around his waist.

"Let go!" Kurt struggled in the arms.

"Kurt! Stop!" Finn's voice spoke loud and clear in his ear. Kurt relaxed immediately.

"Finn?" he asked. "Wha-" He cut off as Finn turned him around to where Jason had the gun aimed at Quinn, who had silent tears streaming down her face. Kurt allowed Finn to guide him back to the chairs, and glanced longingly at the door to Mr Schue's office. Jason lowered the gun.

"That's better." he smiled. "No rash decisions, eh." He returned to the piano where he'd left his bottles and picked up a syringe. Slowly he headed towards the office.

"No." Kurt protested, pushing himself up from the chair, only to be pushed back down by Mercedes and Sam. Jason turned around.

"Sorry?" He asked.

"Please, no. Please." begged Kurt. Blaine couldn't stand needles. "Don't hurt him."

"This won't hurt." Jason smiled. "He's just going to sleep." He turned back to the door. "Unless Cooper doesn't make it here in time."

"Inject me instead!" cried Kurt, breaking free of Mercedes and Sam, and stumbling towards Jason. Jason just laughed.

"I'm not trying to hurt Blaine, so I don't need you. Blaine is Cooper's archilles heel, not you." Jason spat. Kurt tried to storm forwards but he felt a strong arm restraining his wrist. It was Sam. "If any of you does anything you'll regret, I'll overdose Blaine." Jason threatened. And with this he swung open the office door and disappeared. Everyone remained in a deathly silence. Kurt closed his eyes and relaxed into Sam's embrace. As Blaine's screams filled the air, Kurt burried his head deeper into Sam's chest.

"STOP! PLEASE! KURT! KURT!" Kurt thought he was imagining it as his boyfriend's screams faded away, but he soon realised Blaine must have passed out, and the tears returned.

Hope it was OK... Thanks for all the fantastic response so far. :)