Ship: Kurt/Hunter

Rating: Nc-17/M

Summary: When Kurt meets his soulmate, Hunter had been covered in the blood of the fourteen people he'd just killed. (mob AU)

Warnings: Kidnap, Soulmates, Minor characters death.

Author's notes: Hello everybody, it took me a while!

First of all, I have to say I'm surprised with the feedback to this story, mostly because I've always thought I was like the only Kunter shipper in the world lol – me and the prompter eventually. Happy that's not the case! It inspires me to know that there are other people who support my crackship haha

So, with this chapter we're going to slowly push into the next topic – not completely yet and I don't wanna spoil, also – and starting to develop the characters, both personally and together.

Hope it was worth waiting!

Beta: CaramelApple74.

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Chapter 1

Kurt has no idea how long it's been.

He just remembers he fell asleep because he was bored, but he knows he has spent at least two hours waiting for the mysterious murderer to come back to him. On the one side, he's relieved that he didn't, on the other, he hopes he hasn't been abandoned there, because as soon as he's opened his eyes, he's started to feel his stomach clinch in pain for emptiness. Actually, if he thinks about it, this must mean it's been longer, a lot longer than two hours.

He suddenly feels like crying again.

He wonders how could a day like this – sunny, bright, hot and sticky – have turned into a bath of blood.

Kurt presses his eyelids together, trying to fight back the tears that are already gathering at the corners of his eyes. It's tension, he knows that. He should be happy that he survived, but he still feels like he's in the middle of an attack, his head repeating sounds, screams and visions fast into his mind. His heart starts beating a crescendo of fast thuds into his chest and he feels like he's about to experience a panic attack.

He breathes in and out slowly, trying to think of something good.

In a month, he's going to be out of here already, he's going to wear his gorgeous suit at Rachel and Finn's wedding, he's going to hug his dad, crying into his chest and telling him about how afraid he was; he's going to see Blaine and maybe Blaine will finally see him as Kurt sees him, and decide they're going to put a ring on it before it's too late (though there's a realistic part of him that already feels like it's too late, he tries to ignore it).

Once again, he has no idea about how much time he spends like this, just imagining and thinking, trying not to cry. But it must be pretty intense because when he hears the door handle flick, he startles with fear.

He lifts his gaze to door immediately, but the person coming out of the door isn't the boy he has seen – the bloody boy. He's walking through the door, closing it gently behind his back. He's tall, slim and charming – or at least, he would be charming if Kurt didn't fear he's there to kill him.

The other boy lifts his gaze too and meets Kurt's.

It's awkward.

There are piercing green eyes staring at him with ease, a slight smirk on his lips and hands in his pockets. The unknown boy looks like he's enjoying seeing Kurt like this, and the thought only makes Kurt's fingers twirl to tight fists. He clenches his jaw and looks at him with the hate he hasn't been able to show to the other guy for some reason. Maybe it's just that now he's thought about all the beautiful things these people might take away from his life too soon, and he feels angry and sad about it at the same time.

"Now don't be like that princess." The guy shrugs and walks to him until they're a few steps away. "You don't make it easier not to kill you if you throw daggers at him through your eyes."

Kurt just bites the walls of his mouth, keeping from answering. He's not stupid, he's not going to put his life on the line for a few jokes, not when the people he has seen clearly don't find it that difficult to shoot and kill.

"Don't be like that either," he says again when Kurt doesn't speak for a few seconds. "I just wanted to chat with you about a few things."

He makes it sound so easy and right that Kurt can't keep it this time. He feels like his gaze could almost burn this idiot now and his chest deflates in pain and fear as he speaks.

"Chat?" he asks, realizing how his voice sounds terribly broken and is cracking. It doesn't' make him sound strong and sure as he wanted at all. "Are you serious? I've seen you shooting people in front of me!" he yells, but again, his voice sounds unable to scream properly.

For a few seconds, the boy just stares at him in disbelief, eyes focused on him and lips slightly parted to say something. Kurt wonders why he's been kidnapped by handsome guys because the only thought of staring at these murderers makes him feel guilty.

Eventually, the boy sighs and walks again until his knees are brushing Kurt's.

Kurt barely has the time to lift his gaze to search for his face and realize what's happening because a second later he's being slapped in the face, his left cheek tickling and eyes watering fast again. He doesn't want to cry, he's just been hit, but he doesn't want to cry.

"You just talk when we tell you to," the boy says coldly, any trace of a smirk gone from his face, a serious expression waving on instead. "Besides, I wasn't even the one shooting, so shut your fucking mouth."

Kurt doesn't say anything.

He slowly turns back to him – his face was still turned from the impact – and the reason why he doesn't speak is that he probably knows his eyes are talking for him. No matter how handsome the boy looks, they're all just fucking sick to him.

"Good boy," the guy says and only then he's smirking again, crossing his arms to his chest. "Let's see, huh," he murmurs, putting a finger on his chin thoughtfully and ironically, "My buddy said your name is Kurt Anderson. That's awkward."

"Why would that be?" Kurt asks and breathes in as he slowly realizes he's spoken again without permission. He's so good at getting into trouble really, he has no idea how he does that. "S-sorry …" he mutters between gritted teeth as he looks down.

"Oh don't worry, babe. I loved the question," the boy says and Kurt wants to fucking lift a leg and kick his balls because … babe? Seriously? They've killed people in front of him, they've kidnapped him and now he's calling him babe? The more the time goes, the sicker he gets. "I actually acknowledged that there's no Kurt Anderson related to congressmen and, you know, you were sitting at booked seats, so clearly someone has been lying."

Kurt bites his lower lip and he doesn't even feel like looking at him. His cheeks are blushing heatedly in embarrassment as he realizes his ridiculous excuse wasn't believable enough. He's been so stupid to think they wouldn't have checked, instead they did and fast too. The heavy shame in his chest makes him want to cry again and he doesn't know how to stop feeling like this, like he's just bottle to drink and that he's going to be thrown away once he's empty, no more useful information to get from him.

"Yeah, I know, it was pathetic," the boy goes on, sighing. "But at least you tried, I have to give you credit for that. A lot of people just say their name and hope we don't kill them."

Kurt lifts his face immediately, looking into these piercing green eyes and breathing slowly. It's clearly not a compliment, and even if it is, there's nothing good about it. It's disgusting that he talks about people like this. 'A lot of people' is making Kurt shiver at the idea of how many people could have been there, in his shoes. And now they're probably not even alive anymore.

"Are you going to kill me too?" he asks, his throat thick and painful as he swallows. "If you're going to kill me just do it, because I'm not going to tell you-"

"Woah!" the boy laughs and rolls his eyes, making Kurt angrier and more frustrated. "Call down, jeez. Maybe we don't need you and we're just going to cut your tongue out so you don't tell anyone about us."

"I won't." Kurt lies, looking firmly into his eyes, not even knowing why he is challenging him. "I won't tell anyone, just let me go."

"What's your name, baby?" the boy asks, like he's telling Kurt that there's no chance they'll let him go before they know who he is and how useful he can be to their tasks.

"What's yours?" Kurt snaps, not even pulling his gaze away from the boy's eyes for a second.

The boy stares at him for a few seconds, like he's considering telling or not. In the end he just shrugs, so Kurt thinks he's honest when he speaks again.

"Sebastian," he says and Kurt lifts an eyebrow.

"Genius, seriously," he snaps unkindly. "I've told you my name is Kurt, but that's not enough for you."

For a few seconds Sebastian - if that's his real name – tightens his eyelids threateningly and Kurt swallows imperceptibly at the gaze. He knows he's fucking crossing like a thousand lines, but he can't stop. This guy is even more arrogant than the first one he met. Though the first one was creepier, actually.

Eventually the boy lifts his hand and Kurt closes his eyes, ready for what's to come.

"Sebastian," a cold flat voice calls out from the door but Kurt doesn't have the strength to open his eyes yet. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

When Sebastian doesn't answer for a few seconds, Kurt can't keep it any longer and he has to open his eyes because he's too fucking curious, even when his life's on the line.

The boy he met before – the one who didn't want to tell him his name – is standing by the door frame, looking at Sebastian with a murderous expression running over his features. Kurt's heart skips a beat as he lifts his eyes and looks at Sebastian's hand, still standing in the middle of the air in the room. Sebastian's head is turned towards the boy and he's biting his lower lip nervously, looking like he's unable to move.

"I was-"

"Hurting him," the boy whispers ending Sebastian's sentence and God, he's totally the creepiest person Kurt has ever met. He makes Kurt's turn to blood ice in his veins with his voice. He smells like death, he smells like danger and insanity.

"I thought-"

"You clearly didn't," he cuts him again and steps him, walking towards them while Sebastian is finally putting his hand down. "You know what I've told you yesterday, about him, and yet you think it's good to hurt him."

Kurt swallows as a slow whimper runs through his body at the word yesterday. For a few seconds, he thinks this was all planned, they knew they had to kidnap him of all people. Then he realizes the two boys don't even know his surname, so it's unlikely. It probably just means that he has slept more than the two hours he'd originally thought.

"How are you?"

His heart keeps beating and his fingers flick nervously as he realizes that the boy is asking him how he is. His blue eyes are chained to his now, and Kurt is not breathing, he has no idea why. Maybe it's because the guy scares him so much that he shivers in fear; maybe it's because it's the first time they ask him how he is (he knows the guy is a murderer, he's seen him covered in the blood of people he had killed in the square and Kurt has no idea why his heart is clenching on itself in his chest or why he feels relieved with this dangerous present; it's like it is a feeling he can control, something he himself doesn't understand enough to know how to fight it).

For a few seconds he just wants to break down and cry, wants to tell them that he's not fine, that he needs food, water, a shower, sleeping on a bed, calling his dad – whom he can't really talk about. He considers begging to let him go, talking about his best friend's marriage, his ex-not-ex boyfriend waiting to see him.

In the end, he just shrugs, fighting back the tears until his eyes are dry.

"Fine," he lies, trying to make it sound like a challenge but his voice cracks at the beginning of the word, so he knows he didn't make it.

"Fine," the boy repeats and then he's looking back at Sebastian. "Don't fucking touch him like that again."

Kurt finds it endearing.

This mysterious boy who was mean to him during their last meeting is now making a show for the way Sebastian had just threatened him. He has to force himself not to smile, because he suddenly remembers he is with two guys who might be involved with mafia. Also, he feels a little sick about himself for the fact that he loved being defended like this. There's something inside him, something terribly twisted, that makes him want to purr at the boy, searching for cuddles. It's weird.

"Yeah, I get it, Huntie," Sebastian winces, "You're just worried about your cute mate. I would worry too if I had one who looked so pretty."

Kurt blushes awkwardly and uncomfortably, while his mind plays HuntieHuntieHuntie in a nonstop tempo inside his head.

"Fuck off. Leave us alone," the boy threatens between his greeted teeth, and Sebastian shrugs lightly.

"Have it, Hunter. It's all yours." He looks at him challengingly and then at Kurt, who is now looking back at Sebastian like he would kill him if he could. Too bad Kurt doesn't really know how to kill a human being. "I hope you still remember that we have to get rid of him once this will be over. Hope they give me the pleasure to kill him."

Sebastian and Hunter look at each other for a few seconds and then Sebastian starts walking backwards to the door, shifting his gaze to Kurt, who doesn't really understand anything of what's going on.

When Sebastian closes the door behind his back and they're left alone, Hunter looks back at him and Kurt looks back at Hunter, moving uncomfortably on the chair and breathing harshly. His heart is still beating fast for some reasons.

"So … your name is Hunter," he says, his voice sounding hoarse and a little scared, even if he doesn't want to show it.

"Yeah, well, thank Sebastian for that," he winces and Kurt is just confused. "I didn't want to tell you until I found out."

Kurt lifts an eyebrow, the rope tight around his wrists starting to hurt just a little, like an unpleasant tickle.

"Found what out?" he asks but Hunter doesn't look like he wants to answer the question.

"What's your full name, Kurt?" he asks and Kurt sighs because he wanted him to answer. At the same time though, Hunter is scary enough to make him give up on his purpose.

"It's …" he's answering on an instinct but then he trails back. "Are there any cameras or microphones in this room?"

Hunter nods, rolling his eyes.

"Then I don't feel comfortable with sharing this information with you and whoever is watching." Kurt spits out, swallowing again. Fuck, it's always like he's on the edge, like he could die whenever Hunter or Sebastian or whoever is their boss wants him to.

"I understand." Hunter says lowly though, and Kurt's breath stops when he watches the boy bend on his knees in front of him. "I just want you to know, Kurt …" He takes a pause, like he wasn't expecting to say his name out loud but he did, "That if you don't make yourself useful within 48 hours, you're dead to … us."

It's strange, Kurt thinks.

Before this moment, Kurt would have said the boy was different. The first time he saw him, Hunter looked colder and flat, completely indifferent to him. Even though he can't really know or understand what's gone through the boy's mind to make him change like this, Kurt also knows that clearly there is something going on inside himself too. He has no idea what this sudden bond is but he feels deeply uncomfortable at the idea of sharing it with a murderer.

"How do I make myself useful?" he whispers, startling when Hunter starts brushing his thighs with his thumbs, just like he did earlier. Even this looks different, seriously, what's wrong with Kurt that makes him want to purr at this guy?

"Just answer the questions," Hunter says and God knows how he manages to look so calm and deadly like this, bent on his knees.

"It might be dangerous for the people I love." He answers honestly, staring into Hunter's eyes directly and feeling like he's amazed in some sort of spell. "I-I …"

Hmm, what was he supposed to say?

The only positive thing about this is that – even though their eyes are still strongly connected – Hunter looks as confused as he is. It makes him feel better. They come from two different worlds, so maybe it's normal that they feel this weird way about each other.

"If you don't speak, it'll be dangerous for you," he explains, and Kurt scowls unconsciously. "Plus, it's not like you must be related to someone we've got our target on. It's probably no one we care about."

"Forty eight Hours," it's all that Kurt can whisper as he's still looking into his eyes. "Give me forty eight Hours."

Hunter sighs, wincing unhappily at his answer as he stands up slowly and shrugging.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Or Sebastian will," he says, wincing even more at the name. "Just stay here and think-"

"It's not like I can go somewhere," Kurt snaps, slightly moving his wrists against the rope. It hurts.

Hunter parts his lips, looking like he is about to say something. He doesn't though. In the end, he just closes his mouth back and shakes his head, walking silently towards the door.

This guy looks so strange and mysterious, and Kurt can't understand him.

He can't understand anything of what goes through his mind.

By the time he closes the door, Kurt's left alone with the neon lamp again.

Somehow he thinks reliving the last twenty four hours – maybe more than that – is a good idea, but it's not: sweat and laughs go through his mind and then turn into blood and screams. He can barely remember the conversation he heard before he passed out, but now he's pretty sure that the guys were both Sebastian and Hunter. So, Hunter is the one who wanted to take him here, because Kurt didn't forget his shirt, wet and sticky in blood.

Mostly of what he thinks now of this weird thing he can't name, yet happened, is if Hunter has brought him here for a reason. Somehow he can remember a blurred disagreement from Sebastian – or whoever the boy who hit him behind his head was – so it must have been Hunter.

Partly and rationally, he knows this is about his father or politics in general. They realized Kurt is someone's relative and decided to not miss the chance. At the same time, though, there's an instinctive part of him that's wondering about this mysterious Hunter.

He goes through a flashback of the previous conversation Sebastian and Hunter had in front of him. He remembers Hunter saying that they've talked about him and intending that Sebastian wasn't meant to hurt him after what they've said. Also, he's pretty sure about the fact that Sebastian has called him Hunter's mate, which is awkward and makes him feel like he's a dog or something.

Minutes start to pass by, and when Kurt's head swings dangerously forward and his sight blurs for a few seconds, he realizes that he's not going to fall asleep this time; he's going to pass out. He has eaten anything since the kidnap – also, he didn't eat anything that morning, before the lecture - and he is starting to smell bad and his mouth feels dry and in need of water. He's slowly realizing that they'll probably leave him there to die.

Wet tears form around his eyes, and even though he knows that it's probably a bad idea to waste any of his body fluids, he can't help but let go now that he's alone – Not so alone, he thinks to himself, there's a camera or whatever. Tears stream down his face as he starts to sob loudly and his view gets more blurred as seconds go by, both from tears and weakness.

He doesn't manage to do anything as he faints at the blurred sight of the beloved ones he won't see again.

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His lips are wetter.

He feels soft slaps on his cheeks and his head, swinging on the right and on the left alternatively, and blinks but can't wake up. He feels too dry and sick, like passing out again without having even completely woken up.

There's some water on his lips – he has no idea how – and he leans his neck forward to get to it but he isn't sure he has succeeded. He needs it, he needs a glass of water; it's getting dangerously dry down his throat.

Suddenly, his face gets covered in cold wet liquids and his eyes spread open.

As soon as he startles alive on the chair he finds a bottle pressed against his mouth and though he fears it might be something dangerous, he doesn't manage to keep away from it and wraps his lips around it instead. When his eyes focus, he looks at Sebastian who is lifting the bottle so that he can drink.

Kurt fucking hates the guy, but he can't help but send him a grateful look before he closes his eyes and swallows down the liquid, almost moaning in pain when it hits his dry throat, almost burning it harshly. A wet tear wipes his face, but he doesn't care. Water seems enough to make him happy right now.

"You should have done this two hours ago." He can hear a voice that sounds like Hunter in the background.

"Shut up, we shouldn't even be feeding this freak," Sebastian complains, lifting the bottle more so that Kurt can keep on drinking even when it's almost empty. "I'm doing this because you're my best friend."

If Kurt wouldn't be on the edge of passing out again, he would totally wonder what the hell that's supposed to mean.

"Thanks for making him almost die then," Hunter answers and Kurt is finally and slowly opening his eyes to stare into Sebastian's. "I couldn't have asked for a better best friend."

"Yeah, you can bet your ass on that." Sebastian is looking back almost curiously into Kurt's eyes. "I wonder what you're going to do when the bitch will be useless."

"Don't call him that." Hunter's reply is immediate. "You can't call him that."

Sebastian sighs, and when Kurt has drunk the last drop of water, he pulls the plastic bottle away from him, cracking it into his hand and throwing is somewhere around the room.

"Is it going better?" Hunter asks, and finally – though Kurt doesn't know why he wanted that so much – Kurt is able to look at him and away from Sebastian especially.

He's got his arms crossed and stares at Kurt with some sort of true worry in his eyes. Kurt almost feels protected at that, which is the creepiest thing ever. It's even creepier than the first time he talked to Hunter, if possible.

"I …" He has to clear his aching throat before he can speak again. "I need food and a shower, I'm-"

"Do you want a tv in here too, my lady?" Sebastian mocks him, but mostly looks annoyed.

"Sebastian." Hunter scowls him. "Can you just leave us alone?"

Sebastian looks at him for a few seconds, like he's about to complain, but in the end he just shrugs and leaves. Kurt has no idea what Sebastian's face is like, because he can't see it from where he's sitting, but Hunter is wincing.

Only when the door is closed behind Sebastian's back, Hunter turns to look at Kurt again.

Kurt has no idea what has happened but his expression has nothing to do with the one he was wearing when he met him. The first time they'd spoken, Hunter just looked mean and insane, and now he's there, all worried about Kurt at once.

"I'm sorry for Sebastian, he's sort of a jerk," he says, and Kurt shakes his head lightly.

"I guess you're sort of a jerk too," he answers, but lowers his gaze because, even though he wants to look into his eyes so much on an instinct he barely controls, he's also afraid of what he might read into them right now, after what he'd just said.

"I suppose you're right," Hunter sighs and stays there, in front of him. "Do you need something? I thought you said you're angry-"

"I don't get it," Kurt cuts him and then lifts his gaze, not afraid to hide his confusion at least. Hunter looks startled by his words. "I don't get it. Just … yesterday you treated me like that and now you're acting like you're worried about me."

"Don't be stupid." Hunter shakes his head and crosses his arms to his chest, though his words sound a lot like forced – or maybe it's just Kurt that wants to be right, so he's making it all up in his mind. "I just thought that if you didn't pass out, maybe you'd be more useful. Which isn't true by the way, because you still don't want to help us out."

"Help you with what?" Kurt asks, scowling.

"That's not of your business." Hunter says and looks at him in a certain way that if Kurt hadn't seen his body covered in blood; he would think that he's actually telling him that it's better for him if he doesn't know. "Don't make us regret how kind we're being to you."

"I need food," Kurt simply says then, trying to looks as moving as he can. "Please," He begs, blinking his eyes and trying to make them water.

Hunter thinks about it for a few seconds before he answers.

"Look, Kurt." He has no idea why Hunter insists so much on his name, "I'm trying to help you out, even if it doesn't look like that. I was mean to you last time, I was trying to scare you, but it didn't work anyway," he tells him and Kurt just blinks confused. "The more honest you are with us, the more information we get from you-"

"The sooner you're going to kill me …" Kurt whispers weakly, as his mind slowly processes the words that are inevitably going to come out of Hunter's mouth. "I get it. You probably need this room for someone else, and I …" His voice sounds broken as Kurt gazes down the dark dirty pavement and presses his eyelids together, feeling the ache of fear and pain – this mixture he's starting to get used to – raising up until it explodes into his chest.

Nothing has changed. He's going to die anyway, isn't he?

At least, if he doesn't tell them about his true identity, they won't hurt his family.

"Kurt, don't put it like this." Hunter tells him though, and Kurt looks at him confused, with a hint of pain still blended into the blue of his eyes. "That's not what I was going to say."

"What is it then?" he can't help but ask, lifting his gaze, and even though maybe Hunter is trying to be kinder with him – not just now, but when he tells Sebastian not to hurt him or call him names, when he tells Sebastian to let him drink -, he also can't keep the angry and disgusted tone of his voice.

Whatever this new sensation developing irrationally into his stomach and chest is, even if he can't control it, it didn't manage to make him forget already about the lecture in Washington. Hunter, the guy who is being kind to him, is a murderer probably involved in the mob. The rational side of him feels sick about how easily he has probably shot in that square.

"It's …" Hunter sort of confirms his theory when he doesn't manage to add anything at that and just looks down.

This is what makes Kurt realize that he's probably seeing his kindness in a way he shouldn't see it: Hunter is just being nice because he's thinking that this is the fastest way to get information out of him, so they can get rid of Kurt soon. He's been such an idiot to think that someone who isn't afraid to use a gun could possibly care about how thirsty, hungry or dirty he is.

"Get out," Kurt whispers coldly, a shiver of both human fear for his bravery and irrational pain for the departure running through his spine.

When Hunter's eyes meet his, the boy seems genuinely surprised at the words. Kurt can't blame him. No one else has probably dared saying something like this in such a situation. He must a novelty. At least, they're going to have fun with him before they kill him, won't they?

"Kurt-"

"Get out." He says again and now the scanned beat of his heart is so fast and strong that doesn't allow him to wonder about why Hunter doesn't want to leave, why he cares and whatever should come with it.

Eventually, the boy in front of him just sighs – his huff sounding sad and human, so different from whatever Kurt gives him credit for – and nods with his gaze at the ceiling, before he is moving towards the door.

When the door slams hard, Kurt is suddenly more aware about what happened – his eyes widening in panic.

He just fucking threw a killer out of his prison room.

The thing that hurts the most is probably the fact that Hunter looked sorry but unable to do anything about Kurt's destiny.

Now that he's left all alone though, he realizes what the boy had said to him: I was mean to you last time, I was trying to scare you; the words crash and explode repeatedly into his head, making his eyes fill with small, dry tears in a pain that he's never known before. The feeling is scratching inside his body, and it's so strange, but it looks like whatever has to do with Hunter is just complicated to decode and uncontrollable. It's like there's some sort of mystic thing that forces Kurt to be worried about what Hunter feels. The craziest thing is that if he thinks about how kind and sorry Hunter looked, maybe … can it be that he feels the same way?

When he's just on the edge of realizing something, his stomach gives a painful and loud throb, and then he remembers that he's practically screwed up any chance he had to gain himself some food. Or a shower.

Fuck, he thinks to himself, Why can't I keep my fucking mouth shut?

Once again, he has no idea about how long he's been thinking.

Right when he's about to force himself to sleep some more – because it's the only thing he can do, since he's already decided he's not going to put his dad in danger – the door opens again. Luckily, he resists the urge to ask Hunter which part of get out wasn't clear to him, because it isn't Hunter who's walking inside and closing the door silently.

"Hey there, princess." Sebastian walks awkwardly in, holding something Kurt doesn't manage to see clearly yet, with the neon light not being strong enough to reach it. "I thought you wanted to eat something, since you've passed out earlier."

Kurt looks at him like he doesn't trust him and Sebastian just sighs.

"Okay, Hunter talked to me into feeding you." He winces and takes a few steps forward until he's standing in front of Kurt. "Also, I've got peroxide in my pocket. Maybe your wrists need to get checked on."

That's it again.

Kurt feels again like he has a weight on his chest he can't free himself of at the thought that Hunter has told Sebastian to do this. So he is worried. It's not just in Kurt's mind.

"W-why?" he asks shyly, awkward little red patches on his cheeks as he stares into Sebastian's eyes. "I don't get what this is all about. You want me to give you information about me and my family, you threaten to kill me, then he just walks in and-"

"It's complicated." Sebastian just shrugs, taking a plastic spoon from his back-pocket and starting to recollect the food in it. Kurt thinks that he looks like he doesn't want to talk about what's happening with Hunter. "Just take the chance and eat something or the bitch is going to kick my ass."

It's the first time Kurt smiles after the accident.

It's weak and maybe a little forced, but he smiles at the idea of Hunter kicking Sebastian's ass. It looks tempting.

Eventually, he just nods, and Sebastian starts feeding him. Kurt tastes rice – or at least so it seems – but when the flavor hits his mouth and goes down his throat, he doesn't really mind. He's eating something and that's enough. Sebastian looks patient now, doesn't push it or rush him and Kurt feels at ease. He doesn't know why Sebastian is doing this, if he and Hunter are friends, and he hasn't even the proper strength to wonder about it.

So he just eats.

When he swallows the last bite down, Sebastian puts the plate on the floor and walks around his chair.

He slowly unties Kurt's hands, and Kurt considers just for a few seconds trying to escape. Then he realizes he has no idea where he is, how to get out and he might get killed out there. Besides, there's also something that dangerously holds him to his place, keeps him from running.

Sebastian's fingers brush on his wrists and Kurt winces uncomfortably at the way his skin tickles at the sensation of hurt that makes him realize the rope has cut him a little. When he rolls his wrists towards Sebastian though, the boy doesn't do anything. He's behind him, so Kurt can't see, but he doesn't hear the sound of the bottle of peroxide nor the shift of his body.

"What is it on your right wrist, Kurt?" he asks, making Kurt almost startle for the abrupt way he's interrupted the silence.

"Hmm …" Kurt doesn't know if it's a good idea telling, but Sebastian doesn't look like he is stupid, so he's probably figured out already. The bold curled text Blaine on his skin couldn't mean many things indeed. "It's my soulmate. I know most people don't have it before they're ten, but I was sort of born with it."

Sebastian is still quiet for a few seconds and Kurt starts to wonder what's so strange with that. It's like he wasn't expecting it, which is weird, because Kurt's over the twenties, so he's totally old enough to have his soulmate's name on his skin.

"Are you …" Sebastian starts but then trails off surprised, like he doesn't know what to ask. "Hmm, are you sure this is your soulmate-"

"Yes." Kurt answers immediately, turning his head over his shoulder, but he doesn't manage to gaze at Sebastian. "He's … sort of my ex-boyfriend and though we're not dating now, we're definitely going to get back together-"

"That's weird …" He hears Sebastian murmur, and then finally he's moving his hands, working on the plastic little bottle of liquid.

"What's weird?" Kurt asks and as soon as Sebastian pours the peroxide on his skin, he feels like screaming, so he bites his lower lip strong to keep it.

Once again, he doesn't get an answer. Sebastian just washes and cleans and then he's tying Kurt again, this time not so tight, maybe because he doesn't want to brush his tiny wounds. He stands up and walks until he's in front of Kurt. For some reasons Kurt ignores, Sebastian stares confused at his chest, then shrugs.

"I guess I'm going to check if you can have a shower," he says way too dramatically but it's starting to get annoying because Kurt doesn't manage to read into his behaviors.

"Will it take long?" He asks.

"Just a few minutes." Sebastian answers, but he looks unsure. "I, huh … just don't move unless you wanna die."

The threat is so ridiculously weak this time that Kurt has to keep from laughing and just stay serious.

"Ok, I'll wait right here," he says and shrugs as he watches Sebastian walking backwards toward the door again, his eyes still focused on Kurt's chest.

When he leaves though, he doesn't stay away for a few minutes, and before Kurt can actually try and focus on how much time has passed he's already sleepy again, his sight getting blurred as he wonders what's so weird about his soulmate's name on his wrist.

It's Blaine.

And his name is exactly where it's supposed to be.