A/N: Finally getting a new chapter of something up... Yay.
"So how is our little prisoner doing?" Sebastian walked into the rehearsal room, holding a platter with a piece of bread and a glass of water. Ryder groaned, not bothering to struggle.
"Please tell me this was all a dream," he moaned, not opening his eyes. "I'm going to wake up in my bed next to Kelly. And open." He cracked an eyelid. "Oh, fuck me."
"Who's Kelly? Another girl?" Sebastian taunted.
"Kelly's a teddy bear my mom gave me before she died when I was seven," Ryder whispered, avoiding the Warbler's gaze. "She's named after her." Sebastian felt his smirk slip at the boy's cracked voice. "Just do whatever you want to me."
Sebastian put the plate down on the couch and sat down in front of Ryder. "Hey, Ryder?" Ryder looked up into Sebastian's green eyes. "Look, I didn't want to do this, okay? It was Hunter. He…it was all his idea and some of us objected, but…you don't know how Hunter can be."
"Does he hit you guys?" Ryder asked. Sebastian bit his lip and nodded.
"He uses his fucking scholarship and his power over the admin to lord over the rest of us," Sebastian explained. "Most of these guys came here because they were being bullied. No one knows this, but…I was one of them."
"I'm sorry," Ryder whispered.
"It was only one guy," Sebastian continued. "His name was Connor. I used to be skinnier and more of a nerd: the perfect target for bullying. Anyway, Connor took it upon himself to shove me into lockers and into dumpsters, much like the abuse I heard you guys at McKinley used to suffer. Fortunately, the school I went to didn't have a slushie machine."
"I heard what you did to Blaine last year," Ryder said, looking at the brunet warily.
"I know," Sebastian looked at the floor, "and I apologized for it." Ryder sighed.
"Why can't you let me go?"
"I-I can't. H-Hunter will…I-I-I don't e-even k-know what he's c-capable of," Sebastian stammered. "He's had 'roid rages and those always end with someone getting hurt."
"Sebastian?" One of the Warblers limped into the room. "Hunter's in one of his moods. It's best to steer clear of him right now."
"Ryder, this is Louis, who I'm pretty sure is a victim of Hunter's recent abuse," Sebastian said.
"What's up, dude," Louis mumbled. "Hunter crippled me with a lacrosse stick. I gotta wear this fucking leg brace for a month."
"Why would the Warblers take Ryder? I mean, if they took me or Sam, it would be understandable, seeing as how we were the ones who busted them," Blaine said.
"Well, you know how Ryder's been going on and on over that girl he met online? Sebastian or Hunter could've been the one who's doing it to get into Ryder's head for secrets," Joel reasoned. "You know, now I miss all the smart people, like Quinn and Rachel and…and…Mike."
"Gee, thanks, Joel," Tina snorted.
"Oh, Tina, you know I didn't mean you. I just meant the graduates in general," Joel waved this off and the Asian girl smiled.
"Are you implying that the rest of us are unintelligent?" Kitty asked from the other side of the choir room. She was dragged over there by Unique, Brittany, and Marley to avoid further conflict with Joel, who was cornered by Sam, Blaine, Jake, and Artie.
"If the shoe fits." Joel pretended to examine his nails. Kitty got up, but Brittany and Unique held her back.
"Joel, stop it," Blaine sighed. "We don't need either of you in traction again while we're dealing with something like this. Besides, although you'll never let me hear the end of this, Joel, you are honestly the only one we have who can dish out revenge like a boss. There, I said it."
"Well, Blaine, I'm honored." Joel looked flattered. "And it's true. I know Hunter Gerard Clarington better than anyone else and I have quite the dish on his personal life."
"You know Hunter?" Sam asked.
"I went to the same military school he did," Joel explained. "He was my roomie."
"Are you why he's, in his words, "not even remotely bi-curious"?" Blaine arched an eyebrow.
"I'm why he was bi-curious in the first place."
"Hey, Ryder, you want some of these?" Nick asked, offering the box of Ritz crackers to the bound brunet. Ryder nodded and Nick proceeded to feed him.
"Thanks, Nick," Ryder said through his chewing.
"No problem," Nick smiled.
"Don't worry, Ryder," Jeff said. "Hunter will rage out soon and calm down."
"I'm not so sure about that." Louis limped into the room. "I just saw him shoot again."
"Goddamn it," Jeff grumbled.
"What are you morons doing talking to the captive?" Hunter demanded.
"Hunter, calm down." Nick raised his hands calmly and stood up.
"Shut the fuck up, Duval," Hunter snapped, pushing the shorter boy back into his chair.
"Don't push my boyfriend," Jeff shouted, grabbing Hunter by the blazer.
"If you value your Warbler membership, Sterling, you'll let go," Hunter whispered, smirking. Jeff glared at the Warbler captain and went to hold Nick.
"You're going to regret this, Clarington," Ryder hissed.
"I don't think I will. You know why? Because your little Glee club are a bunch of mindless idiots."
"Fuck you," Ryder shot back. "We have a secret weapon."
"Who? Blaine Anderson? There's only so much a curly-haired Hobbit can do and saving one of his loser friends is far from one of them," Hunter sneered.
"You'll see." Ryder knew which of his ND friends could save him. He could only hope Joel was already on it.