Here's what you missed on Glee. Blaine was kidnapped and the kidnappers beat him up and now he might die. His kidnappers are afraid to lose their leverage and now their moving up the deadline. Most of the Glee Club is busy crying over Blaine but Finn just can't stop thinking about how cruel the world is. Cooper and Kurt had a talk about what happened at the Sadie Hawkins dance and really connect over it. That's what you missed on Glee.

That's the Last Song You'll Ever Sing

(POV: Kurt)

It was pouring rain but to tell the truth I could care less. I pulled the navy blue wind breaker I had borrowed from Finn tighter around my face and retreated into a nearby package store. The bell above the door rang loudly as I entered.

I couldn't help but stare longingly at the bottles of alcohol that lined the shelf. It would be so easy to let them wipe away the pain that not having Blaine caused. I could just ask Noah for some. He would happily supply me with alcohol. But then I couldn't help Blaine, could I?

I couldn't just wallow in my own guilt and sorrow. I had to try something.

I approached the store clerk who immediately said "Sorry kid, I ain't selling you any alcohol."

"That's not why I'm here."

"Then why are you here?"

"My uh… my friend is missing. I was just wondered if you could put up one of these posters in your window?" I said

The clerk looked me over, gave me a sympathetic glare and said "Yeah, sure. Go ahead put a few up."

"Thank you."

So, as I had in the countless stores before this one, I put the poster up in the window, thanked the store clerk, and headed back out into the pouring rain and the dark night.

But it was worth it. Because maybe, just maybe, they could help save Blaine.

(POV: Mr. Anderson)

The phone was ringing again. I took a deep breath and picked up. It was Wednesday, five days since Blaine had been taken, and the police had insisted that I tell everyone not to d call on that phone. They had been monitoring it in case the kidnappers called again.

So when it rang again, and the police called me into the room to pick it up again, I was nervous.

I had been working very hard to get all the money for Blaine. I was only 2,000 dollars short now. But what is something had changed? What if they wanted more?

"Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Hello, Harry." The voice was cold.

"What do you want?"

"Things have changed. We need the money tonight."

"… I'm still two thousand dollars short."

"Well find it."

"I need to take to Blaine."

"No."

And then the line went dead.

(POV: Cooper)

"What do you mean tonight?" I asked my dad.

"That's what they said."

"And they didn't let you talk to him?"

"No."

"Do you think he's okay?"

"…"

"Dad. Do you think he's okay?"

"I hope so."

"… So two thousand dollars in one night?"

"I have no idea how I'm going to do this."

"I might."

(POV: Puck)

I was not the most generous person, but when it came to a friend's life… yeah. I would give some money for that. Blaine's brother cooper had come and said that they needed to raise two thousand dollars by tomorrow. So I pulled out what I had.

"Puck!" Rachel had gasped. "Isn't that… everything?"

"Yeah. About 700$. It's all I have that's not in the bank." I told Cooper, handing it to him.

I'll never forget the look in his eyes. He was so grateful to me. I was handing him his brother's life.

Rachel forked over another 200$, that apparently her dads had given her to pay off her rising lunch bill.

"They'll understand." She said.

Kurt, of course, ran home and collected everything he had. About 350$. Finn too, although his grand total was more like 75$.

Santana tossed in a twenty, Sam handed over a ten. Then Artie, tossed in 200$.

"You've been holding out on us, Artie." I said.

He just grinned, the circumstances were too grim to laugh, really.

Brittney had 50$, Riley had 25$, and Tina had 100$.

Our grand total had reached 1,730.

Mike was still rummaging in his bag, and he came up with about 60$.

Mercedes was the last one, and she found 40$ in her locker.

1,830$. We were 170$ short. Mr. Schue supplied in pretty quickly though.

We had done it. The glee club had just saved Blaine Anderson's life.

"Thank you all so much. You have no idea how much this mean to me." Cooper said. "If you ever need anything, just call."

(POV: Mr. Anderson)

It was almost pitch black and I tripped over at least a dozen piles of garbage. A dump. Why had they had to choosen a friggen dump.

RINNNGGG RINNGGG

A phone was sitting in a small clearing in the dump, so I picked it up.

"Hello Harry." It was the same cold voice as before.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Leave the money there and clear out. Take this phone with you and we'll call you with the boy's location in three hours."

Three hours. The longest three hours of my life. I sat in the police station next to the phone the entire time, Cooper standing over my shoulder.

Cooper had been calling Blaine's boyfriend, Kurt. Keeping him updated on everything. I think it was the only thing that was keeping him sane.

"I'm glad Blaine has Kurt." He said. "Kurt is a good kid. You should meet him."

I nodded. "I will, once this is over."

We both knew that once this was over, thing would be better. Only for a while though. And then we would both leave again. Just like the Sadie Hawkins dance. I was just glad that this time Blaine had someone else.

The three hours passed by sluggishly. It seemed like all we had been doing since Blaine had been taken was wait. I didn't want to wait. I wanted to do.

Other people waited, Harry Anderson made it happen himself.

Just not this time.

(POV: Detective Marshall)

I was worried there would be no call. That in a few days they would find Blaine's body in a river somewhere. This was the about being a police officer. When things ended badly… it hurt. I didn't even know this boy, but from the way his friends talked about him…

Based on his file, he had been through so much already, being a gay teen in a public high school was never easy. This kid didn't deserve to die when things were finally looking up for him. He had a boyfriend, friends, and a future.

But these people could just… take that away.

RIIINNNNNGGGG

I thanked god that the kidnappers had made good on their word and pulled on my headphones to listen to the call.

"Hello Harry."

"You got the money. Where is my son?"

"41 North Road."

The line went dead again, and everybody sprang into action. People were rushing everywhere. Making calls and running to their cars. White got in the driver's side of our plain black car. He never let me drive. I guess I was just too fast for him. Either way, now was not the time to be fighting over who got to drive. Blaine Anderson was waiting for rescue.

The building was an old factory of some sort. Some officers bust open the door and S.W.A.T. and the F.B.I. and the local police flooded the building. They searched every nook and cranny but it was still at least five minutes before someone yelled "I got him!"

The kid was unconscious on the floor, his body was bruised and battered and his arm was bent at a strange angle. I knelt beside him, checking for a pulse. When I found one, I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. The medics came in after that and took him away. I could only pray that he would be okay.

(POV: Kurt)

I had been sitting by the phone all day, waiting for more news from Cooper. I practically leaped for my phone every time it rang. To tell the truth the rest of the Hummel-Hudson family did to. Sitting toward the edge of their seats and leaning in close.

Until they finally got the text they'd been waiting for. They found Blaine. Were at Lima General.

We raced to the car, Finn and I texting various glee members the update as we went. Carole was pushing the speed limits the whole way. I was so happy that Blaine was safe now. Even if he wasn't okay. At least now Kurt could help him, and be with him.

It seemed like forever before we finally reached the hospital. I was out of the car before it even came to a full stop, rushing through the front room and towards the waiting room.

Cooper and Mr. Anderson were there, along with two people who must have been with the police. "How is he?" I asked Cooper.

"Three fractured ribs and a broken arm. He has a really nasty concussion. He isn't waking up and the doctors are afraid he won't for at least a couple days. He's got a lot of bruise too."

"Can we see him?"

"Not yet. We're waiting for the doctor's okay."

"Can I uh… can I come with you guys?"

Mr. Anderson walked over to us then. "Yes. I think Blaine would appreciate that. I'm Harry Anderson, Blaine's father."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kurt."

"I'm Kurt's father, Burt." Dad said from behind me. "And this is my wife and other son, Carole and Finn."

"I'm really glad to meet you all. Thank you so much for helping Blaine."

"It's our pleasure." Carole says. "Blaine is a really great kid."

It's another forty five minutes before the doctor finally lets us in to see Blaine. His face and arms were all they I could see under the blanket and they were black and blue. One of his arms was propped up on pillows and covered in a blue cast.

I immediately rushed to his side, grabbing his free hand and stroking his hair.

Mr. Anderson pretty much collapsed in a chair next to Blaine's bed and said "I'm not sure I can do this again."

Cooper just stood in the corner and took in the scene before him. The way Blaine's curly hair was so greasy from not showering for days (not that I cared about the way he looked, but that must have been uncomfortable.) and how white tape was protruding from over the top of his hospital gown, indicating his ribs were taped up. It was a lot to take in. But all I could really focus on was his face.

Just knowing he was here. It just made everything so much better.

TBC…

Author's Note- Thanks again to everyone who has been reviewing. I'm still loving the feedback, so send more! It might take me a while to update the next chapter… sorry! I really need to stop with this whole social life thing.