Chapter 3, as promised.

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Kurt found it difficult to concentrate for the rest of the day, even during glee rehearsal. Mercedes kept shooting him questioning looks, but Kurt knew it would be safer to remain silent. As soon as the rehearsal was over he hurried out of the room to avoid Mercedes. He scurried into his car and raced from the car park. Once he was safely away he pulled into a lay-by to check the drop off address: Hudson Park.

It was nearly six o'clock by the time he reached the park, but it was not yet dark. He removed the shopping from the boot and was heading along the path when he saw a familiar figure hurrying away from the park bench: Sebastian. He thought of calling after him or confronting him over what was going on, but if Sebastian got away, which was inevitable, he didn't know what the boy would do to Blaine. So he kept silent.

Arriving at the bench he was sickened to notice another red envelope lying underneath, and tears welled into his eyes and his thoughts of where Blaine was, and what had happened to him. He hurried to drop the bags under the bench, snatched up the envelope and scurried back to his car. Once inside he slid open the envelope, and removed the card.

Mr Hummel, I commend you on your self-restraint. You have my word that if you continue to follow my instructions without alerting anyone else's attention that our mutual colleague will not be harmed. As a way of assistance I enclose a letter for Principal Figgins excusing our mutual colleague from school for the foreseeable future due to illness. Whoever said the bad guy could never lend a hand every now and then?

Sure enough inside was an envelope addressed to Principal Figgins. Kurt slid the letter back in the envelope and stashed it in his chemistry folder along with the others. Turning out of the car park Kurt noticed his car was running low on fuel, and pulled into the garage. Head hung low he joined the queue to pay when he noticed Sebastian at the desk, paying for some shopping. Kurt quickly paid for his fuel and raced out after Sebastian.

"Sebastian!" he called.

"Well if it isn't Lady Hummel." he smirked.

"What the hell have you done with Blaine?" demanded Kurt. Sebastian looked confused.

"I haven't seen him for weeks." Kurt reached into his bag and withdrew the envelopes from his folder.

"Woah! I don't want to see his love letters to you! If I induced some romance into him, it is my pleasure, but I really must get back to Dalton."

"You didn't send these letters?" asked Kurt, puzzled.

"No, I definitely did not send you those letters." replied Sebastian, a puzzled look crossing his face. "What made you think that?"

"It's Dalton stationary, and then I saw you dropping one off in Hudson Park." A shocked look crossed Sebastian's face.

"I was running an errand for Jeff. You mean Jeff has been sending you love letters?"

"They're not love letters." confessed Kurt, offering the envelopes to Sebastian. Sebastian opened the letters one by one, his face becoming more and more concerned.

"You mean someone at Dalton has Blaine?!" exclaimed Sebastian, handing the letters back to Kurt. "What would someone want with Blaine?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe you were playing a prank to get us back for sectionals or something. But if it's not you, then maybe it's Hunter?" Kurt felt sick at the thought of the wanna-be-badass having Blaine.

"Hunter was expelled from Dalton after the steroid scandal." assured Sebastian. "If he was back at Dalton, I'd know about it." There was something about his expression that made Kurt feel he was telling the truth. "Look, Kurt, I have to get back to Dalton, but I'll have a look around and keep you informed. I'll ask Jeff about the envelope. It's not in his character to do something like this, Kurt." Kurt knew Sebastian was right – Jeff wasn't like that.

"Thanks, Sebastian." Kurt stuffed the envelopes back into his bag, climbed back into his car, and drove home.


Kurt had trouble sleeping that night, and his problems doubled when he bumped into Mercedes at his locker.

"You haven't been yourself all week. What's wrong?" she asked, leaning against his locked door.

"I've just had a lot on my mind, that's all." Kurt smiled weakly.

"You might be able to fob Sam off with that excuse, but I know you."

"Mercedes?" Kurt asked, a plan springing to mind, "You're good at chemistry, aren't you?"

"Don't try to change the subject on me, Kurt Hummel!"

"No, this would be a great help." Kurt dug in his pocket and withdrew one of the navy cards. "I'm worried about a friend's shopping list." Mercedes looked slightly startled. "Just help me out," begged Kurt, "please?"

"Ask no questions, is that it?" asked Mercedes. Kurt looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "OK! OK! Where's the list?" Kurt suddenly felt bad for withdrawing the note and, not wanting to show it to her, he read it aloud. Mercedes jotted the items down on some scrap paper and promised to let him know if there was anything to worry about, before heading off down the hall. Nervously Kurt glanced across to Blaine's locker. It was clear. No envelope, but no Blaine either.


Kurt arrived to the glee rehearsal early, hoping Mercedes had some news. She came over to Kurt and took him off to one corner.

"Are you sure this is the entire shopping list?" asked Mercedes. Kurt nodded. "Kurt," she began, "the only thing you can really make out of this is," she paused.

"Is?" questioned Kurt, worried.

"A sleeping gas." The pair were silent, staring at each other, until Kurt's phone began to ring. He took it out and looked at caller ID: Blaine.

"I have to take this." answered Kurt, quickly, running from the room. "Blaine?" There was no answer at the other end. "Blaine?" From the other end Kurt heard a series of thuds and groans before the line went dead. He was just heading back into the choir room when he received a text message:

Don't say I didn't warn you, Mr Hummel.


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