A.N. So normally I find myself wrapped up in a plotline which soon fizzles out leaving me an enthusiastic first half but a struggling second half of a story, so I will hopefully be writing more of this soon whilst the initial fic excitement is still strong. Thank you guys so much for the surprising positive responses – both those who have and haven't seen the film I'm basing the story on.

In answer a few questions readers have asked:

Guest: i love your fics and i love the movie, but i was wondering if you're going to write it in a similar way, in the film, paul and peter knew they were in a movie, and they were constantly breaking the fourth wall (the remote control scene) or if you'll just make it like a simple home invasion fic

Me: I'm still playing with the idea, I would love to find a way of doing this through writing but so far my ideas suck. I will try to have some existentialism/breaking fourth wall mixed in with the flow, but for now it's a simple home invasion. I loved the remote control concept so something similar would be great!

DarrenCrissCat11: I also can't help wondering: Is Sebastian gay in this story, too? And will he perhaps be hooking up with Finn if Blaine gets Kurt? Either way, this has been interesting, evil, and fantastical.

Me: Yes, Sebastian is gay. :D As per usual I will be forcing a dark!Blaine on Kurt, but I thought I'd give myself the goal of creating a secondary source of personal tension with Sebastian and Finn. I think because Finn is straight, having an evil sexually suggestive captor would be interesting. Still deciding just how far Sebastian will go with Finn, though, so I've avoided starting it in this chapter. But I hope you're right and it can be fun to read either way.

First Impressions

'Kurt!'

Oh geez, what now? The seventeen year old turned in his office chair to watch his step brother, Finn, storm into his bedroom. 'May I help you?'

'Dude! How many times do I have to tell you – stop using my razor!' Finn huffed, half of his face covered in shaving cream making him look like a stripper Santa Claus with those red slacks he was wearing. 'Where did you put it?'

Kurt frowned and turned back towards his laptop screen. 'And how many times do I have to tell you? I don't use your razors. Never have done. Never will.' Finn stomped up to his desk and pushed him back round to face him. 'Seriously, Finn!' Kurt found himself getting even more frustrated as white foam dropped from the other boy's face onto his keyboard. 'I don't have it.'

'You must have. Your dad has hundreds of his own – you're the only other person in this house who would use it.' To emphasis his words he jabbed a finger into the smaller boy's shoulder.

'Your mom.'

'What?'

'Your mom, idiot.' Kurt sighed as he rubbed his temples. Finn looked positively disgusted by the suggestion and it was almost laughable. 'Oh come on, how else does your mom keep her legs as smooth as they are?'

Finn spluttered and took a few attempts to piece together a sentence. 'I - why'd you - seriously- Dude! Why are you looking at my mom's legs?' He didn't give Kurt – the resident 'gay' at their school – the chance to respond as he stormed out of the room again. 'I know it was you, even with your girly skin.'

Kurt wasn't sure if he should be offended but guessed that Finn meant it as an insult. 'Yeah, well, why don't you check their bathroom? I bet you'll find your precious razor there!' He called. Finn shouted something back but he couldn't make out the words. Probably for the best. With another sigh, Kurt turned his attention back to his essay. He knew it was pretty pathetic for a teenager like him, already a shoe-in for whatever college he would eventually apply for – to be working on school assignments on a Friday night but that was just him; he was pathetic like that. At least he wouldn't be like his moronic step brother who would be on his knees begging in a month's time for a copy of Kurt's standard masterpiece. Pfft Finn, Kurt thought, what an ass…

Down the hall Finn washed the foam off his face and watched as the substance circled the drain with his face still stubbly. He didn't care what Kurt said; he knew Kurt had borrowed his razor and was now just too stubborn to admit it. The irony that Finn was also too stubborn to even check their parents' ensuite bathroom was lost on him. He patted his face dry with a towel as he headed back to his room. As he passed Kurt's bedroom again he mustered up a glare to aim it at him but found no one there. There was movement downstairs; Kurt must have gone for a drink or something. Finn continued on.

Call of Duty; that was Finn's plan for the whole evening. Most of his friends were out doing normal things like drinking and trying to pick up girls at the mall, but a couple had been friendly enough to play online with him from their homes and, as he picked up his headset and manoeuvred the mic to his mouth, he found they had kept their promise. 'Hudson is back online.' He announced with a grin. His friends gave brief, half-aware responses and before he knew it he was drawn in to the game. He was so drawn in, in fact, that five minutes later it caught him off guard when he finally noticed the shadow by his doorway.

'Kurt – Jesus!' Finn tossed off his headset and turned towards his brother trying not to look as startled as he was. 'What do you want? Here to give me back my razor?'

Concern was etched across Kurt's face and he barely registered that Finn was bringing up the argument from before. 'There's someone here.'

Descending the stairs, the first thing Finn saw at the screen door at the bottom of the stairwell was a pair of booted feet. The young man was hard to make out at first, standing so still in the shadows, but finally his tall and slender frame came into view. He was older than both Finn and Kurt, that was for sure, but probably not by much. And by the look of it he wasn't one of those punks who had been joy riding in the neighbourhood lately; his appearance was smart casual and his thin face relaxed with the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. 'May I help you?' Finn asked as he stepped up to him.

The stranger's mouth tilted upwards further into a fuller smile; an apologetic one. 'Sorry to disturb you, but my car just broke down.' He jerked a thumb back over his shoulder towards a car half-parked on their driveway. A Grand Cherokee – nice, Finn mused. 'I was hoping for some assistance and I saw your porch light was on…'

'Oh yeah, sure! Come in.' Finn gave one of his goofy grins as he unlocked the screen door and swung it open for the visitor. He caught Kurt's unsure expression and wondered why his step brother always had to be so damn hesitant and sceptical about everything. The stranger clasped his hands in front of him neatly and graciously stepped into the hall. He took a brief glance at his surroundings and then turned his attention back to Finn who was shoving on a jacket. 'Actually I could check it out.' He was saying, 'I work part time at my step dad's car shop – he's been showing me the ropes. I can let you know what's up?'

The stranger could have looked more enthused, Kurt believed. Finn's friendly and helpful suggestion was met with a polite 'Oh?' and a lazy glance back to his car outside. 'I was going to call the breakdown company I'm with, but if you have the time-'

'Sure!' cried Finn. He clearly had not picked up on the less-than-caring response. 'It's no problem. Hey – I'm Finn, by the way. And this is my brother, Kurt.'

Finn extended his hand and the stranger took and shook it. 'Sebastian. ' He responded. 'Please feel free to look but I don't think it'll be an easy diagnosis, as you see…'

As Sebastian went on to describe the lead up to the break down, Kurt listened. Finn wouldn't admit it and Kurt wouldn't want to hurt his pride but they both knew deep down that Kurt was by far the most knowledgeable about mechanics. However, his attention was soon overtaken by the silhouette of a second visitor who was coming up their garden path. It was definitely a man. A man confident enough not to utter a word as he entered the house uninvited. Kurt took a step back instinctively. The man was probably in his early twenties like Sebastian but his boyish good looks merged with a manly smoulder made him a thousand times more intriguing in his boots, dark pants and well-fitted shirt. Even his hair looked effortlessly sexy with slight curls accenting his flawless face. He looked like he had just stepped out of one of those X-rated gay magazines Kurt kept hidden in his closet. This was not the time for drooling, though, he knew. This guy had just barged into his home. 'Who are you?' Kurt's alarmed and demanding tone earned him a sharp stare and frown from Finn.

'Oh, this is my roommate. Blaine.' Sebastian nodded to the new guy. Why didn't he mention he wasn't alone? Surely that was something he should have brought up earlier. Finn welcomed him. Kurt didn't. Blaine's arrival caused the atmosphere-according-to-Kurt to get more tense and heated; his stare alone made his insides squirm as if they were on show. What an odd thing to feel…

'It is a pleasure to meet you, Kurt.' Blaine murmured softly in the same annoyingly polite manner which made him sound like he was a lot older than he was. He had already taken Finn's hand and shook, and was now approaching the smaller boy who was trying very hard to not look uneasy in the corner of the hall. Kurt accepted his hand – it was only mannerly, he supposed – but when he tried to pull his hand away he felt Blaine's cool grip tighten ever so slightly. A gentle tug and Kurt's hand was a mere inch from Blaine's hip, forcing him forward. Well, this was awkward. Kurt glanced to Finn but he wasn't paying attention as he had gone back to asking questions about the car. Fortunately Blaine seemed to release his grip moments later and Kurt's hand slipped back and hid deep within his sweater pocket. It then occurred to him: Blaine entered after they had introduced themselves, so how had he known Kurt's name?

'Sounds like trouble with the exhaust.' Finn hummed when Sebastian had finished answering his questions, thumbing his stubble as if he was a car expert. 'Mind giving me a look?' Sebastian nodded and motioned for Finn to follow as he left to go to his car.

Without a glance back at his step brother, Finn bounded out the house to save the day for their stranded visitors. Kurt, though, had been watching Blaine. He was wary; the dark haired man was wandering slowly up and down the corridor checking each of the rooms each door led into. Kurt opened his mouth to give a firm 'Ahem!' at his brazen rudeness but was cut off by the very guy who was bothering him. 'Do you have a bathroom I could use?' Blaine asked with his ever-sturdy polite tone.

Kurt's brows lifted. The guy needed the bathroom? It didn't exactly excuse his actions, but Kurt could at least forgive it if nature was calling. He offered a small smile. 'Yeah, upstairs. Follow me.' As he ascended the stairs he could hear the soft 'thank you' response and it got him wondering how such a simple short phrase could send shivers up his spine. Do I like him? Is that it? The man certainly was handsome, Kurt had to admit, but he knew there was something else there that caused him to be on his guard.

'This is a beautiful house.' Blaine commented behind him. 'You live with your parents?'

Kurt nodded. 'My dad and step mom. They both sold their homes when they got married so we were able to afford more than before.'

'At the cost of gaining a brother?' For the first time, Kurt wondered if Blaine was being humorous. He turned to gaze at him, and Blaine continued in explanation. 'Finn seems like a nice guy but I too grew up with an older brother so I know the set up.'

Had Blaine not been an uninvited stranger in his home, Kurt might have laughed. But that was the case. Instead, Kurt found himself saying 'Finn and I are the same age.' Several moments passed in silence as both Kurt and Blaine stared at one another, both trying to read the other boy. Eventually Kurt backed down and continued leading the way. Upon arriving on the second floor landing, Kurt passed his family's bedrooms and stopped at the bathroom at the end of the hall. 'Here you go.' He opened the door and flicked on the light. As he tried to move out of the way, though, Kurt found himself caught underneath the doorframe with Blaine leaning in close.

Kurt gasped and then held his breath. Hazel eyes, like melted chocolate mixed with gold, studied him like he was a pinned down frog awaiting dissection. His gaze held Kurt's and then gave his face, neck and body a brief but thorough once over before returning to his eyes. A gracious smile then dissolved the situation and out came another 'Thank you'. Kurt felt himself dismissed and he edged into the hall. Blaine entered the bathroom and closed the door. What in God's name just happened? Why did he feel like he had just been fleetingly violated? Kurt backed away until he hit the stairs and then he took them two at a time with some type of sudden need for Finn's company – no, protection.

As it happened both Finn and the other guy – Sebastian – were just coming inside after studying the car. 'I gotta say I have no idea what's up with it.' Finn was bitterly saying. 'If my step dad was home soon I'd say stick around, since he's an experience mechanic, but he'll not be back for hours.' He caught sight of Kurt at the foot of the steps and shared his displeasure for not being able to solve the issue on his own. 'I can't see a damn thing wrong with it. Nothing obvious.' What was obvious, to Kurt anyway, was his brother's apparent desire to impress Burt. After all, chances were Finn was going to take over the shop one day since Kurt had no interest sticking it out much longer in the dead-beat town of theirs. But none of that mattered at that moment as Kurt's heart was still beating quite rapidly from the visual check he had just undergone himself. He wrapped his arms around his chest and tucked himself beside the bannister.

'Perhaps I could use that telephone of yours?' Sebastian suggested, now for the second time. Kurt was glad when Finn just nodded. The sooner they helped these guys out, the sooner they could leave. Finn rifled around the rooms and finally came back with the telephone receiver. 'Do you mind if I make the call in private? I think I'll be asked for some personal information.' Both Finn and Kurt stared before nodding slowly. 'Thank you.'

Sebastian took to the living room, closing the door behind him. When alone, Finn turned to his brother and whispered humorously 'They come into our home and then ask for privacy?'

'Maybe we don't look too trustworthy,' Kurt whispered back.

'Please don't think that,' said a voice from above. Kurt felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as he turned to see Blaine coming back down to join them. Finn's face reddened at being overheard. 'He just doesn't want you to overhear his last name: Cockrum.'

Finn snorted before he could stop himself, but was fortunately saved from excusing himself when Sebastian entered the hallway again. 'I'm sorry, but your phone doesn't seem to be working.' He stated simply.

'What?' Kurt took the receiver from him and studied the now-blank screen. He jabbed in various numbers and held in the on/off button but it remained dull and unresponsive. 'I don't get it; it's been on charge all day…'

'Then perhaps you could lend us your cell phone?' Blaine suggested. His tone; so open and respectful, but to Kurt it felt like his words were steering. Everything just wasn't adding up right now and if it weren't for Finn's gentle giant nature he would have tried convincing him to kick the strangers out. 'Kurt?'

The image of his cell phone sitting on his desk by his laptop flashed across Kurt's mind. For some reason linked to the uneasiness he felt under the gaze of Blaine he did not want to hand over his cell to either of the visitors. 'Uh…I lost mine.' He lied. All three guys now stared at him as he tried desperately not to shuffle his feel with his guilty conscience. Although he wasn't going to call him out on it, Finn knew he was lying. And he wasn't the only one.

'That's…funny.' Blaine replied. His voice was harder than before; accusing. 'I could have sworn I saw a nice little cell on your desk upstairs. I'm assuming your bedroom it the one with the 'Kurt' sign on the door?' Sebastian gave a small, noticeably fake gasp and then tutted in disapproval.

If the atmosphere hadn't been tense before, it certainly was now. Kurt gaped at him. What had Blaine been doing in his room? His door had been closed over; had he deliberately opened it to see inside? 'Wh-why were you in my room?' Kurt demanded.

'Why did you lie?' Blaine instantly came back at him with the coolest, calmest voice which contrasted greatly from Kurt's angry one. Finn stared between them obviously taken aback by the swift turning the situation had taken and the reproachful glare of his step brother. He knew he should say something, but what?

As Finn let out a long and awkward 'Uh…', Kurt blanched. 'That is none of your business - just like the contents of my bedroom.' He said hotly. 'You had no right going in there and no right demanding to use my things.'

Blaine's stare was unwavering and intimidating, causing Finn to take a few steps to put himself between him and Kurt. 'Come on guys…'

'All we wanted to do was use your phone.' The way Blaine tried to reason out the situation made Kurt's blood boil, and it was only heightened by Sebastian's support.

'That's all we wanted. Just give it to us.' The thin-faced boy said quietly but firmly.

'No!' Kurt couldn't believe what was happening – these jerks were trying to bully him…in his own house! 'There's no way in hell I'd give either of you any goddamn help – you can forget about getting either of our phones!'

Blaine was not bothered by Kurt's reddened face or his raised voice. In fact, it only made him smile. 'Oh…I wouldn't say that.' He slipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out the very cell which started the argument. 'I believe the saying is…'Spoke too soon'?'

It seemed that this sort-of theft was the breaking point for Finn's temper. 'Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing – give it back to Kurt.' He approached Blaine in a hopefully threatening manner but Blaine didn't budge. 'Give it back and get out. Go ask someone else for help.' He made a grab for the phone but Blaine easily moved it out of reach and tossed it over to Sebastian – who opened the front door and threw it out into the darkness with an arm so skilled they could tell it sent the object across the street at least. Kurt and Finn could only gawk like open-mouthed puppets. Did…did that just happen? Sebastian shut the door again and the sound of the lock catching broke both of them from their stupor. 'Wh-what the fuck-!'

'Oh my god…' Kurt began to fell his knees quivering slightly as both strangers turned their amused faces back to him.

'You know, for nice clean boys you sure do curse a lot.' Blaine murmured disapprovingly. Sebastian nodded, leaning back against the door and effectively blocked their exit.

Taking some shelter behind his larger brother, Kurt huddled himself away and tried pulling them further back towards the kitchen. There was a back door within running distance and Kurt was ready to use it. They could run next door using the hole in the fence. Mrs Beaton was always home and Kurt had a sneaking suspicion her late husband had left a gun in her possession. He tugged on Finn's arm and Finn understood what he was suggesting. But Finn was a stubborn individual and refused to be scared out of his own home by a couple of older but physically unthreatening assholes. He pushed Kurt back but took several strides forward. 'I will not ask you again!' He shouted. 'Get the hell out of my house before I get the police involved.

Blaine and Sebastian had the audacity to now look confused. 'Seems like an overreaction to me, Finn.' Blaine stated. 'We had only asked for a working phone, something neither of you have provided voluntarily despite it being the helpful and hospitable thing to do.'

'I agree.' Sebastian – shockingly – added. 'You have both become very unwelcoming. But we aren't the type to cause trouble.'

'Indeed we are not.' Blaine nodded, and looked back to Finn with a sigh. 'If you would feel better calling, please do call the police.' He clasped his hands in front of him, indifferent. 'Although I have a feeling officers have better things to do than listen to a couple of whiny spoilt teens who foolishly allowed two strangers into their home due to a pathetic 'broken down car' story.'

Finn spluttered and seethed fiercely, now understanding that he had been lied to right from the start. He gave an almighty growl and pushed Blaine back into the wall. 'That's it,' He snapped, turning on his heel quickly so no one could make out the alarmed and concerned look in his eyes. 'I'm calling the cops.' It was an unnecessary and perhaps drastic move but even if it didn't scare the unwanted guests into leaving he was pretty sure the police would help escort them off the property. His gaze firmly on his own cell sitting on the kitchen counter up ahead, however, he didn't pick up on the flash of movement behind him. It was not until he heard the crack and the wail coming from his brother that he knew something very bad had just happened.

At first, the pain in his right shin was dull and vague but as the seconds past and he felt himself fall to the floor he was overcome with intense pain like someone had split his leg in two. Blood began trickling from the wound under his slacks and landed in tiny droplets on the hard wood flooring, seeping in and staining.

Kurt lunged for him and pulled him into his arms as the quarterback fought the stars threatening to cloud over his vision from the swift but brutal blow to the leg. The attacker – Sebastian – had swung his weapon over his shoulder in a smug and proud manner. The iron poker glittered in the warm glow of the hallway. Had he taken it from the living room fireplace when he had been in there alone? Had he hidden it on himself, waiting for the chance to use it on them? 'Oh no…' Sebastian murmured as he peered down. 'Is it broken?'

His heart pounding in fear but his mind racing in protective anger, Kurt kicked himself off the floor and tried knocking his fists into any inch of him he could reach in an attempt to cause injury. Blaine, however, caught hold of him from behind almost immediately and peeled him away from his comrade. Kurt tried wrestling him off but the well-presented stranger was too much for him. 'Hey-hey, come on – behave yourself!' he warned calmly in Kurt's ear as if he was a parent scolding a youngster who was acting out. A simple twist later and Kurt found himself on the floor beside Finn, Blaine half-straddling him with a gloved finger pointing an inch from his nose. 'Behave yourself. I don't want to hurt you. Just stay where you are.'

The reality of the situation still hadn't hit Kurt as he found himself petrified into place and shivering into his brother. He could only stare up at them with a gaze begging for an explanation. Sebastian noticed. 'He pushed him,' he motioned between Finn and Blaine with his accusing tone aimed at the injured boy. 'He started it.'

Blaine nodded and smoothed out his clothes smartly as he took a step back. 'You can help him just don't do anything stupid. Help him.' Kurt took that moment to help Finn up and into a seated position leaning against the wall. Finn howled in pain as his leg was forced to move; it seemed like it might have broken after all. Not that the perpetrators would care. Oddly enough, though, they cared enough to pretend. 'Hmm. You should take off his pants so we can check the wound.' Blaine hummed. 'Sebastian's a medical student; he can help you.'

Sebastian nodded and moved towards Finn, who instantly batted his hands away. 'Let me help you.' Sebastian's demand was soft but it was obvious there was no gentleness behind those words. 'I'm sorry I hurt you but you have to admit you forced me into it.' God, Kurt wished he could plunge that poker right into that amused half-smile of his.

Finn took in deep gasps to steady himself and Kurt clutched onto him tightly. 'Would you please,' He began 'leave. Please.' It killed Kurt to hear someone as strong and resilient as Finn be forced into this form of submission by a couple of well-spoken thugs.

Blaine tilted his head to the side and considered the shaking teens before him, then turned his gaze to Sebastian. They both smiled knowingly at each other. Finally Blaine turned his head back and took a long deep breath in. A few more moments of silence were drawn out before a simple statement was uttered.

'Let's play a little game, shall we?

A.N. Now would be a good time to ask those who feel they will be reading more of this story: I planned to have the 'games' Finn and Kurt are forced to play to be quiet nasty and cruel – twisted, you could say. But is there support for that, or would you rather have some lesser yet still wrong events take place? I'm open for suggestions. Anyway, please leave a review and let me know what you think!