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-Casey

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Chapter 2. "Guilt and Basements"

Kurt sat on the couch biting his nails until he reached skin. He didn't bite his nails even at the worst of times; think of the germs and how awful it was for the nails. At this point he could hardly care as the police were taking statements from Carole, Finn and Burt. Blaine had been missing for approximately 13 hours at this point. Kurt could hardly keep it together; if it wasn't for his dad, he'd be quadruply as manic as he was now. He clutched his phone in a vice like grip in one hand hoping that this was all some big joke and Blaine's phone had died. Blaine had to text any minute now. None of this could possibly be real. Stuff like this doesn't happen in Lima. Sure, Lima was an awful place full of some of the worst people Kurt had ever encountered but all of this just couldn't be possible.

"Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt looked up from his mangled nails at the stone face of the officer who looked like he required a stereotypical cup of coffee. Underneath his eyes were deep bruise like circles, his skin was also accompanied with a deep set of wrinkles likely due to age and job related stress. It was clear he also didn't moisturize at all in his youth.

"We'll try to be quick. I'm Officer Burke and this is my partner, Officer Lindlowe," The officer began, signaling his partner, a young female no older than 30 to join him on the chairs set up in front of Kurt. She was a complete contrast to the man she sat next to. Overall she looked a lot more put together: her blond hair was pulled up into a neat bun, not a strand out of place. Her uniform looked ironed to the point that not even a stray wrinkle could be found and her large rounded blue eyes held twice the life of her partners.

"You said that Blaine Anderson left your home at around 10 o'clock in the evening do I have that correct?"

"Yes," Kurt responded softly. "That's correct."

"What is your relationship with Blaine?"

"He's m-my boyfriend…"

"So, the two of you are close?" Officer Burke inquired, looking a tad uncomfortable with Kurt's response.

"Yes," Kurt replied crisply, sensing Burke's discomfort with the "gay situation."

"Did you see Blaine out to his car last night?"

At that question Kurt felt an instantaneous stab of guilt that felt as if a sledgehammer had been slammed into the pit of his stomach. Why hadn't he seen Blaine out? Because he had assumed Blaine could take care of himself? Because he thought nothing could ever happen to him? Kurt had never felt worse in his life. He should have been out there to make sure he got to his car all right. What if he had? He could have stopped whoever had taken Blaine or at least gotten to the police sooner.

"N-no," Kurt admitted as he started to feel tears springing out of his eyes. Not even taking a beat, Burt rushed over to put a comforting arm around his son.

"Did you hear any disturbance outside after he vacated your home?"

"No. I went upstairs and-" Kurt couldn't finish; the tears were starting to impact his speech and the guilt was beginning to eat away at him. It was one of those moments where you wished you could turn back time and do it over. Kurt never would have left Blaine alone. He would have walked him out to his car at least. Generally that's what he always did, but for some reason last night, he hadn't. He'd lived in his neighborhood since he was a baby and had grown complacent since nothing bad ever happened in this boring little section of Lima. This was a lesson he wished he never had to learn the hard way. Bad things can happen at any time apparently, no matter how familiar the surroundings.

"All right, thank you for your time, Mr. Hummel," The officer acknowledged as he stood up, gesturing at his partner to do the same. They made their way towards the door when Burt spoke up to stop them.

"So what do you make of it, officers?"

Officers Burke and Lindlowe shared a look as if he was silently giving her the go ahead to take the lead; that's when she spoke up. "Well, we think it's too soon to deem this a missing person's case. We don't quite know what to make of it yet and other than an upturned trashcan outside, we have no other concrete evidence for a sign of struggle. We've spoken with his parents before we spoke with you and they show just the same amount of concern. They were under the impression that he might have stayed here due to the storm we had yesterday. That evidently is not the case, so we consider Mr. Andersons whereabouts a top priority. If he should happen to turn up, call us. If not, we'll be in touch."

With that, the pair left leaving an empty silence in the Hudson-Hummel household. Burt's arm remained tightly wrapped around Kurt and soon thereafter pulled his distraught son into a full hug.

"Don't worry, Kurt; I'm sure he'll turn up. Maybe one of his Warbler buddies picked him up? We don't know yet and it's still too soon to tell. Try not to worry about it unless there's cause for it, OK?"

Kurt stood up quickly, surprising Burt a little but the look of concern wasn't at all deterred.

"He's missing, Dad. Blaine would never waltz off into the night without so much as a text. Things just don't add up. He wouldn't just disappear. Someone has him, I know it and what if whoever it is wants to hurt him? I just I-" He couldn't finish his sentence. The thought was too much for him to even contemplate. The reasons all made sense. It was no mystery that Blaine's parents were loaded with money; it wouldn't be farfetched for someone to take him on that basis alone. His father was also an extremely well-known and frequently sought after lawyer which could and would create a myriad of enemies. Kurt swallowed deeply trying to soothe his dry and scratchy throat. He had to calm himself down; he was starting to work himself into a frenzy.

"I truly hope that isn't the case, buddy. All we can do now is wait and hope that Blaine's OK," Burt responded trying to comfort Kurt in any way that he could, but even this was beyond him. He couldn't shield his son from the reality that might inevitably be upon them.

"How am I supposed to just sit around and wait for news? How am I supposed to wait to hear that my boyfriend's being hurt? What if they kill him? I-" Kurt's eyes widened at his last question. Even he was surprised by the words as they left his mouth. How could he even think that? More importantly why hadn't he considered it sooner? It was a distinct possibility. It was if all the air from the room had been sucked out and he could no longer catch his breath. He couldn't be down here anymore; he had to be alone. He turned on his heel without another word, rushed up the stairs and slammed his door behind him.

Burt remained with Carole downstairs. He knew Kurt needed time by himself to calm down. Deep down, he knew that something didn't add up to Blaine's disappearance. The kid would never leave his car and not let Kurt know about it. It just wasn't like him. Burt knew he had to keep a brave face to prevent Kurt from panicking. His son was vulnerable right now and he had to be the brave one here; it was all part of the Dad M.O.

"Do you think Blaine's OK, Burt?" Carole asked, snuggling up under his arm.

"I sure as hell hope so. Things just seem funny. Blaine's not the type to pull a disappearing act. He's a teenager, I know but not that kind of teenager. He's just not that irresponsible. I see the way that kid looks at Kurt; he'd never do something like this knowing the effect it would have on him. Whatever this is, it can't be too good, Carole. Despite everything I just said, I could only hope that this is all some sort of misunderstanding but something in my gut is just screaming that it isn't. I-" Burt didn't get a chance to finish his sentence due to the urgent knock sounding from the front door.

"Now who the hell could that be?" Burt wondered impatiently as he pulled himself up from the couch to answer the door. He was surprised to find the blond officer on the other side of the oak door.

"Officer Lindlowe?"

"I apologize for bothering you, but we've just had a breakthrough. I've just been on the phone with The Anderson's."

Carole who had joined Burt at the doorway breathed a sigh of relief, taking her husband's hand in hers. "Does that mean they found him?"

Officer Lindlowe's expression was at a cross between strictly professional and apologetic as she replied, "I'm sorry, no. The Anderson's have instructed both Officer Burke and I to give your family a full disclosure policy. Usually it is kept within direct family but the Andersons insisted."

Burt and Carole were both touched by both Mr. and Mrs. Andersons generosity with this information during such a difficult time, but the real reason Officer Lindlowe was in their doorway still needed to be addressed. Burt looked over the officer's shoulder to see a crowd of different people surveying the front of their house. Something had dramatically changed in the past ten to fifteen minutes...but what?

"What is it? What have they found?" Burt asked, worried about the response they were going to be given and the effect if was going to have on Kurt when they inevitably had to fill him in.

"We didn't see it on our first sweep of the situation but upon checking out the scene one more time...we found blood. It blended in with the asphalt of the street. We have forensics standing by as we look for more evidence. We'll know later on when the test results return whether the blood matches Blaine's DNA. The only thing we know for sure is that there is now suspicion of foul play and we now have reason to suspect Blaine Anderson may not be safe. We'll keep you posted."

The pain was inexplicable. Every headache he'd had in his entire life could never measure up to the excruciating pain he felt now. But why? What happened last night? He didn't remember hitting his head…did he get into a car accident? No, that couldn't be; he didn't remember driving. What the hell had happened? He had to think back to the most recent events to try and put two and two together.

"Are we still on for tomorrow?"

Kurt walked with Blaine to the door after he had declined a change of clothes declaring that nothing Kurt owned would even come close to fitting him.

"I'm sorry, can't. Turns out I'm double booked with another Warbler tomorrow? Do you mind?" Kurt teased.

Blaine pulled Kurt into a possessive goodbye kiss that almost caused Kurt to lose all feeling in his legs. Once the kiss ended and Kurt felt like Gumby he smiled at his boyfriend and said, "I guess I could always cancel with the other guy."

Blaine shook his head and laughed. "You better."

After finally being freed from the adorable greedy hands of his boyfriend, Blaine was able to begin his treck from the Hummel's doorway to his car. Kurt had shut the door and Blaine found himself wishing he could have stayed longer. They were still in the honeymoon stage when they wanted to spend as much time as humanly possible together. That's what they say about young love, right? Blaine was sure this was something a little more and he was in it for the long haul to find out. Still feeling the warmth of Kurt's lips on his, he smiled and reached for the handle of the car.

Blaine felt a chill run up his spine. Someone had attacked him from behind and knocked him out cold. He felt a shudder as he considered the list of things that could have occurred after he passed out. First things first, he had to figure out where he was. Could he still be in the Hummel's driveway? There was no way he could be anywhere else. The chair that he was sitting in had to indicate otherwise. He slowly cracked his eyes open which made virtually no difference as he was met with pitch black darkness. Where the hell was he? He tried to stand up but to no avail as his wrists and ankles were bound to the chair.

It was obvious that someone had taken him. What could these attackers possibly want from him? He felt his stomach twist in a painful wave of nausea as realization swept over him. It had to be someone related to his father. As a lawyer of twenty years, Mr. Anderson had made his enemies; it was only a matter of time before one wronged party took it upon themselves for revenge. That had to be the answer, there was no other alternative. Blaine had no enemies that he was aware of, so the only possibility in Blaine's mind was that this had to either be a ploy for revenge or ransom. Neither option was promising and was equally as frightening as the other.

He bit his lip to try to stop himself from panicking. Freaking out would solve nothing and hyperventilating would only exacerbate his headache. He took deep soothing breaths and silently repeated the same word to himself over and over in an attempt to calm himself down. Courage. Kurt would want him to have courage. Wait, Kurt? Would Kurt know that he was missing? Would he know who took him? Would he know that he had never made it home? How long had he even been down here? A day? A week? Would—

Blaine's thoughts were interrupted when he heard a door above him creak open. The light that streaked through revealed that he was facing a set of stairs with a door located at the very top. He blinked trying to get his eyes to adjust to the sudden change in lighting and with what little light had been added, he deduced that he had to be in some sort of basement. All the light did was illuminate the stairs mostly but he looked around trying to take in anything additional from his surroundings but with no luck.

He felt himself begin to shake as footsteps began to descend from the stairway. This was it; this was the moment that he was going to find out who took him and the only thing he could do was try to figure out what they could possibly want from him and attempt to cooperate with their demands to the best of his ability. He soon discovered that whoever opened the door...he or she was not alone. He heard another set of footsteps join the first as they closed the distance between him and the door. He felt his heart pounding with every step they took. It was going to take everything that he had not to be sick and rid himself of that lovely picnic he had shared with Kurt.

Kurt...be strong for Kurt.

"Looks like pretty boy's awake. Now the real fun can begin, huh?"

The light clicked on.

Bahahaha, I am the most evil! Another nice cliffhanger to leave you wanting more, eh? Also, sorry for the shortness of it, I have to go to work. =P I will not let life get in the way of another update like that again, sorry to leave you guys for so long! Reviews are greatly appreciated, they're like milk and cookies to my stories. ;D

-Casey