Disclaimer: We do not own Glee or The Avengers!

Kurt

Chapter 3 – Written by TheMadHallyHatter

Kurt was distraught. He had absolutely no idea what to do. Blaine had simply disappeared off the face of the earth, there was no trace of where he had gone.

He walked through the house one last time, calling Blaine's name all the while, just in case it was all some terrible joke. But there was no answer, and Kurt was forced to accept that Blaine was just not here.

Sinking down onto the couch in the living room, Kurt checked his phone again. No messages or anything. None of the calls he had sent Blaine over the past hour had been returned. He bit his lip. He would have to call the police.

But calling the police would mean he was admitting that Blaine was gone, and Kurt just couldn't do that. He couldn't accept that Blaine had been taken. Because that was what had happened, Kurt knew it. Blaine had been kidnapped.

Why on Earth would anyone want to kidnap Blaine, he thought bitterly as he pondered what to do. Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought desperately back to one hour ago, when he'd been in the bathroom. If only he'd come out as soon as he heard the crashes. If only he'd realised something was wrong. If only, if only.

But even if he had realised, would he have been able to do anything? Kurt knew that he wasn't exactly a fighter. Hell, he would have probably made the situation worse. It wasn't like he could do anything.

He reached for the glass of water on the coffee table. Blaine had set it down there about halfway through the movie, and Kurt was so distraught that he almost bawled upon seeing it. But he desperately needed a drink. His throat ached from the crying and the yelling, and despite the situation, Kurt could not bear to lose his voice. He might need it. I mean, that's all I'm really good at, isn't it, he thought, If only I could do something else, then Blaine might've had a chance.

What to do? Kurt had absolutely no idea. He never thought that he would ever be in this situation, and knew almost nothing about kidnappings. He took one slow, heaving breath and tried calm himself down. He needed to think straight.

He bit his lip, his mind was blank. He really did have no idea what to do.

Kurt sat there, staring at his silent phone, for a long time. He didn't know how long exactly. Nothing happened. Time just passed.

…

And then, suddenly, and out of nowhere, a voice spoke. "Master Hummel?"

Kurt almost jumped out of his skin. He looked around frantically. The voice sounded as if it was coming from right beside him, but there was no one there. His heart pounded in his chest and he reached for another sip of water. He was probably just imagining things. He was, after all, in a state of confusion.

Just as he was attempting to steady his breathing, however, the voice came again. "Master Hummel?"

Kurt looked up as his heart beat skyrocketed again.

"Who's there...?" He asked the empty room, and then mentally kicked himself because he knew that was always the thing you weren't supposed to say. Everyone knew that.

"My name is JARVIS, sir." The voice seemed to be coming from the walls themselves. It sounded vaguely metallic, and slightly devoid of emotion. It was not unlike the voices of all the English butlers in some of Kurt's favourite movies. The name Jarvis sounded familiar though, like he'd heard it somewhere before

"Jarvis?" He asked tentatively, "What are you?" Because Kurt knew that there was no way that voice could be human.

"My name stands for Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, I am the personal Artificial Intelligence Computer of Mr Stark."

"You're Tony Stark's? But what are you doing here?"

"Mister Stark installed me in this house when he updated the security a couple of weeks ago. I was only to activate in a scene of emergency."

"Wait, how do you know my name?" Kurt questioned.

"I know everything about you, Kurt Hummel. I have been gathering information about you and Blaine ever since my installation. Mr Stark wanted to make sure you were not dangerous."

Kurt was speechless. It had only just hit him that he was talking to a computer. And the personal computer of Mr Tony Stark for that matter. But that could wait. If what Jarvis said was true, and it was activated in the time a time of emergency, it must know what happened to Blaine.

"Where's Blaine?" he asked tentatively. Jarvis was silent for a minute before responding.

"I do not know the whereabouts of Master Blaine. He was kidnapped. But my activation sequence was not fast enough, so I could not do anything about it. I am notifying Mr Stark of the situation right now."

Kurt stood up. He was angry now. Surely Jarvis, the computer of Tony Stark, who was a genius and a millionaire, could do something to save his boyfriend. And yet the voice did not appear to be doing anything at all. Not that Kurt could tell, anyway.

He grabbed the glass of water again, and drained it. God he was thirsty. But as he moved to refill it, Jarvis spoke again.

"Incoming call from Tony Stark. He has told me that you have to accept it. Shall I put him through, Master Hummel?"

Kurt's blood ran cold. Tony Stark had sounded terribly overprotective the last time Kurt had met him, and that was just because he hadn't known who Kurt was. What was he going to say now that he knew Blaine had been kidnapped?

"I-I-I... Y-yes, put him through." Kurt's voice trembled. He was actually slightly scared of Blaine's father. Calling him intimidating would be an understatement.

A beeping sound filled the room, and suddenly, the voice of Tony Stark sounded, making Kurt jump for the second time in the past few minutes.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Stark yelled, his voice echoing throughout the living room.

"I-I-I d-d-don't kn-n-now, s-s-sir." Kurt stumbled over his words in his nervousness.

"WHERE IS HE?!" Stark sounded even more angry now, if that were possible.

"I don't know," responded Kurt, clearer this time, but still relatively quiet. But Stark continued as if he hadn't heard him.

"IF YOU'VE DONE SOMETHING TO HIM... I SWEAR I'LL... I'LL..."

But Kurt cut him off, "I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO HIM! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?" He yelled. It hurt him that Blaine's own father believed that Kurt could have possibly done something to harm Blaine in any way. Stark was silent for a moment before responding.

"But you must know something," It sounded like he was trying to contain his anger, "anything." The last word sounded so desperate, that Kurt felt a stab of pity for the man. It mustn't be easy, finding out your son has been kidnapped.

"I don't know anything sir. Blaine... Your son just went into the kitchen, and when I came looking for him, all I found was the mess on the floor."

"Mess? Jarvis, You didn't say anything about a mess," said Stark, confused. Jarvis responded immediately.

"I apologise, sir, I am still turning on, not all of my sensors are in full operation."

"I'll have to fix that..." muttered Stark before continuing, his voice a lot more controlled now, but still with a desperate air to it, "Secure the house as best you can, Jarvis, I don't want them returning before I get there."

"Of course, Sir," replied Jarvis immediately. Kurt was confused. What did Stark mean by getting there?

"Before you get here?" he questioned, almost whispering. But Stark heard him.

"I coming out to you. I need to see the scene myself. And of course I have to get you out of there."

"Get me out of here?" Now Kurt was more confused than ever. Whatever was he talking about?

"Of course, boy. I can't leave you there. You're a witness, despite the fact that you didn't see anything. We can't have them coming back for you. I'm taking you to the safest place I know." Stark sounded almost as if he was talking to hide his panic at the disappearance of his son.

"Where?" Kurt asked, but he already knew the answer of course. The place of his dreams, the place he'd dreamed of going ever since he was a child.

"New York."

…

As per Tony Stark's instructions, Kurt had stayed in the Anderson house. Stark was coming to get him, and would be here any minute now. He was going to New York.

After Stark had told him this, he had been in shock, despite the fact that he'd seen it coming. He'd asked Stark what his father would say, and Stark had told him that he was already onto that, and would be calling Burt as soon as he got off the phone with Kurt. He had told Kurt to stay where he was, and to keep away from the windows and doors, just in case the house was being watched. And then he'd disconnected. Just like that. No 'how're you coping?' or anything.

Kurt had sat on the couch, staring at his hands for most of the time, only getting up once or twice for a glass of water. He couldn't help but wonder where Blaine was now, and whether or not he was safe. Several times, he'd had to keep himself from thinking the worst. Blaine had to be alive, he just had to be.

He'd received a frantic phone call from his dad, asking what had happened, and why he'd been rung by Tony Stark. Kurt had told him everything, and finally, had broken down. The past few hours had been an emotional journey, what with losing Blaine and the call from Stark. Burt had attempted to comfort his son over the phone, but really had no idea how, because he couldn't possibly know what Kurt was feeling right now.

What Kurt was feeling was absolute terror for Blaine's safety, and he'd cried for long after his dad had hung up.

Now he was drying his eyes with some tissues he'd found on the shelf above the TV. There were kittens on the box. They just seemed too happy. Kurt couldn't see how anything could be happy now, because Blaine wasn't here.

He'd tried to watch TV, but somehow everything he watched would cause him to think about the horrible things that could be happening to Blaine. Eventually he'd been reduced to an emotional, crying wreck, as he bawled out his worries.

He felt a little bit better now, but there was still an empty feeling inside him. And he knew that emptiness could only be filled by Blaine's presence.

As he wiped the last tear away and gulped down some more water, it occurred to Kurt that he might never see Blaine again. He hurriedly tried to think of nicer thoughts, but it was too late. He could not un-think that thought. And to his horror, it did not make him cry. It only made him feel more alone.