A.N. Hey folks, hope you've had a great week and are enjoying a relaxing or fun weekend! Unless you are me and you have been scouring FF.N for more Klaine fics. So I wanted to upload this chapter before I focused solely on the final chapter of 'To Love and to Fear' because I have received an awesome amount of support for this story and I felt this chapter (as well as the next one) is sort of action-y. I really hope you enjoy this part and get excited for more as I'm already partly finished chapter 5.

Here's a few replies from reviews for chapter 3:

Guest who suggested fanfic: I haven't read that novel but I love the idea! I will try to get a copy of it because even with just the short plot line I have so many dark!klaine ideas… Thank you for the suggestion!

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Cat in a Bag

As it turned out, Sebastian was quite the neat freak. After consistently urging Blaine, Kurt was finally given consent to clean himself up. The blood seeping from his neck was endangering the cream carpets of the living room where Finn had been tossed into. According to Sebastian, the carpets were expertly fitted and it would be an insult to the fitter if such a minor wound tarnished such a beautiful aspect of the room. Also, cleanliness was next to godliness

'Which god?' Blaine asked. Behind him, Kurt washed the bloody cloth under the kitchen sink tap and then pressed the cold material onto the cut which was slowly beginning to clot. Even though it was bleeding less, Kurt was dragging out the cleaning time allotted to him to get his head straight but so far it wasn't working.

Sebastian leaned against the hallway wall, more or less directly between the kitchen and living room, and frowned at Blaine's question. 'What?'

'Which god? There's many of them.'

'How should I know? Aren't they all clean?'

'You're an idiot, meerkat. There's got to be millions gods – you don't think there's one who likes to roll around in the immortal mud?'

'Don't call me that. And no, I don't.'

'Alright, so what about the sex gods? Surely they can't be called 'clean'.'

Pause. 'I suppose.'

Blaine could be heard sighing as he turned away from Sebastian, and he murmured 'God, you're easy…' Kurt froze in place listening to the quiet footsteps coming up behind him. Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's hips and gently pulled him back into him. 'How is it healing?' Kurt said nothing and held his breath. Maybe he would pass out and not have to deal with- Blaine pulled Kurt's hand away from his neck so he could get a look at the cut he had made. 'Seems fine now. Put one of those big band aids on it and we'll get back to playing, hmm?'

Kurt didn't know why but he found himself nodding. His ever-shaking hand reached up into the medical cabinet and he mindlessly searched for the band aids. Blaine continued to watch him. His hand lingered on the younger boy's hip.

CRASH!

The almighty smashing sound caused Kurt's knees to buckle in fear. He stumbled to the floor, his hands flying to his face to protect himself. However the racket had not come from that room – it came from down the hall in the living room. With Blaine beside him looking ever so slightly alarmed, perhaps it was Sebastian? No, the sound of running footsteps down the hall belonged to Sebastian obviously going to investigate what was going on. So it was Finn.

'Finn!' After this realisation, Kurt pushed himself up to his feet. Blaine was already out the room by the time he could follow and as Kurt finally reached the living room door both Blaine and Sebastian were doubled over laughing at the predicament Finn had found himself in. Not knowing how the scene occurred, Kurt could only gawk in horror at seeing his brother trapped underneath the tall cabinet – now lying practically horizontally – where Carole kept her decorative chinaware. Finn was panting trying to deal with the pain of having such a large piece of furniture fall on him. Seething and groaning, he couldn't answer Sebastian's question of 'How did you get yourself into this mess?' As the other men laughed, Kurt ran to Finn's side and tried to get him out but Finn didn't budge.

'H-he needs a hospital!' Kurt panicked with the image of Finn being impaled somewhere beneath the cabinet. 'Please – please help me!'

Kurt knew his efforts would be in vain – after all, these men were only here to kill them to satisfy some sick desire inside them – which is why he was stunned when Blaine motioned for Sebastian to grab the other side of the furniture. They were going to pull it up. Kurt moved to get out the way but as he did so Finn yanked him in close for the briefest of moments. 'Run. Just run. Get help.' His words were barely audible but Kurt now understood why Finn had done what he did. Slowly he pulled back and pressed himself against the wall. Blaine had kept an eye on him until he seemed satisfied the younger boy was in shock. On a count of three, Blaine and Sebastian started lifting. On cue, Finn screamed in a way Kurt knew was for show. With their captors distracted, Kurt took the opportunity his selfless brother was giving to him. He ran. Across the room, into the hall, towards the front door before remembering he had seen Sebastian locking it and keeping the key. The only other option was the back door. He turned on his heel and sprinted towards the rear of the house. He blocked out all other noises – including the one of the two intruders shouting in anger and the second crash as the cabinet was once again dropped to the floor – and grabbed the back door handle. He twisted, but the handle wouldn't rotate. He tried again, tugging and wrenching at the door despite the nauseating truth finally dawning on him: there was no way out. Then, one final hope crossed his mind and he turned once again to run upstairs to the large window in Finn's room. Finn had once climbed out to visit Rachel in the middle of the night, Kurt knew. He could escape if he had just a few more seconds to-

The arm swooping around his waist caught him by surprise that for a moment he had no idea why he was being hoisted up and by whom. But the familiar scent of Blaine's aftershave caused his heart to fall and his limbs to flail furiously. He tried kicked and elbowing out of his grasp but Blaine expertly manhandled him back to the living room. With an anger-fuelled motion, Kurt was thrown to the ground where he crumpled into a ball. He had failed. Blaine stood over him breathing heavily as Sebastian dragged a struggling Finn out from under the cabinet he had pretended to be trapped under. After pulling him to the centre of the room, Sebastian brought his foot down hard on Finn's now exposed leg. He did this three times, each time getting harder and harder. Finn's crazed screaming jerked Kurt out from his balled up form and immediately he dove to stop Sebastian from breaking his brother's leg clean off his body – but Blaine caught his arms and held him back. Blood was flying and spraying all over the cream carpet Sebastian had only recently claimed should be left untainted. Tears were splashing down Finn's blister-red face as he scrambled in vain to move his leg out of harm's way. 'Stop! Stop!' Kurt pleaded, but Sebastian ignored him and Blaine only propped him up further so he was forced to watch the show. 'P-please, please, I'll do any-anything, please!' A few more moments passed with both Finn and Kurt's now unintelligible words falling on deaf ears until at last Blaine's commanding voice called Sebastian to stop. Sebastian did stop. The two older boys looked at each other, seeming to have some secret conversation through glances alone. Finn had buried his face into the corner of the couch and Kurt could only wince as he listened to his muffled wails. Suddenly, Sebastian's angered expression turned to one of excitement. He swiftly pulled Finn up onto the couch and sat alongside him, with his arm draped lazily over Finn's shoulders. Kurt knew this was not going to be good but anything had to be better than watching his brother be beaten down like before. Blaine released him and Kurt found himself falling once again to the floor due to his legs failing to work.

Blaine circled around him and approached the couch, taking Finn by the hair until he was looking at him. 'Take that as a warning, Finn. We have been trying to be gentlemen about this but when you try to trick us we may have the tendency to lash out. Look what you did to Kurt,' Finn's head was yanked to the side and his delirious gaze fell on his brother on the floor. 'See the state he's in? How could you do that to him?' Finn's head was released. Blaine was turning his attention back to Kurt and his stare was somewhat appraising. 'Fortunately Kurt has saved you. He has agreed to take centre stage in our next little game we have planned.'

Kurt blinked. He was still crying so his vision wasn't that great but Blaine's face was like a crystal clear spot on a blurry background. 'I…what?' He stammered. 'I didn't say I would… No game. Please.'

Blaine seemed looked puzzled at Kurt's confusion. 'I'm sure I heard you say that you'd do anything.' He looked back to his companion. 'Did he not?'

'He did. I heard him too.' Sebastian nodded.

'I thought so. Well, Kurt, are you going to keep to your word or are we going to go back to punishing Finn for his arrogance?' As if on cue, Sebastian began twirling the iron poker again. Kurt immediately shook his head and shuffled forward. Blaine smirked. 'Good. The game we're going to play now is called 'Cat in a Bag'.'

Sebastian gave a loud clap and he threw himself back on the couch in exhilaration. 'Yes! I love 'Cat in a Bag'!' He smacked Finn's knee – the one uninjured – and murmured to him 'It's a fun game, I think you're going to love it.'

Blaine matched his grin. He took Kurt by the upper arm and pulled him up into a standing position. 'It's a family game which means Finn can play too. He can be our cat. C'mere, Kurt.' Blaine pulled him over to Kurt's father's armchair and sat down. Kurt stood in front of him between his knees. His hands were clasped within Blaine's grip and the handsome older boy lowered his tone to a loving, gentle one. 'Let me explain how you play, okay? Basically to win the game all you have to do…is strip.' Kurt's eyes bulged. Was he being serious? A glance to and from each of his captors' amused faces told him he was. Feeling exposed already he wrapped his arms tightly around himself and began to quickly shake his head. Blaine caught the panicked look he shot towards Finn, and he chuckled. 'I get it; you don't want to be naked in front of your step brother. It would be inappropriate, right? That's fine – in fact, that's why we're playing 'Cat in a Bag'. To preserve moral decency. Sebastian,'

Being addressed, Sebastian gave a thumbs up. 'On it.' He took a fallen cushion off the floor, unzipped the cover and peeled it off from the pillow inside. Tossing the pillow away, he swiftly put the cushion cover over Finn's head. 'So that big brother Finn doesn't see young Kurt's indecency.' Finn struggled against him at first but stopped when Sebastian grabbed the back of the cover and pulled tightly.

Kurt instinctively took a step towards them and as before Blaine halted him by pulling him away. 'Shh, shh. Don't worry, he can breathe. Right Finn? You're getting enough air?'

Finn was breathing heavily; Kurt could hear him through the material. When he didn't respond to Blaine's question, Sebastian's hand snaked down his form towards his bleeding leg. Immediately Finn replied 'Y-yes.'

'See? He's fine.' Blaine smiled brightly and turned Kurt's chin back to face him. 'So we can start the game now.' Kurt froze in place and his body felt like ice despite the noticeable humidity in the room. The handsome older boy sat back in his chair and both he and Sebastian awaited Kurt's next move.

'Kurt, don't – Argh!' Finn's exhausted plead was cut short as Sebastian tugged sharply at his head cover. When he was released Finn said nothing. Kurt choked out a quiet sob knowing that there was now no help offered to him. He had to do as he was told. He didn't have any other choice.

Blaine's eyes noticeably lit up as the younger boy shamefully peeled the shirt over his back revealing a shivering porcelain-like frame that made both of his spectator's mouths water. The sound of a zip cut through the silence like a keen knife causing Kurt to shrink further into himself – but he had to remain on show. He focused on one spot of the floor to avoid looking in their eyes as his pants fell and were less than elegantly nudged to the side. God, why was it so cold? Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and felt drops of tears hang carelessly on his lashes before plummeting down. Some landed on his socked feet. Holding his breath, he took his socks off. Kurt took his time pressing each sock together and clumsily folded them in on themselves to make an odd-shaped ball. Still not wanting to look around him he blindly felt for a nearby surface and placed the balled up socks on it.

Then, he stood still. It was so cold. It was never this cold in the Hudson-Hummel house: it was always a place of warmth. A place of love. A sanctuary. But now it was like a stage on which Kurt was dancing on thanks to strings that have been forcibly woven into his limbs. Those eyes on him, even though he couldn't bear to look, were drinking him in and becoming intoxicated by his disgraced form. Kurt wrapped his arms around himself so fast it made him stumbled. Eyes still squeezed shut, he pretended that he wasn't crying and that he was just having a nightmare that could be defeated by just opening his eyes. But he couldn't bring himself to do it because he knew the truth.

'Kurt…' The voice was so quiet, so gentle, that the sound of Kurt's own breathing seemed to be amplified in comparison. 'Kurt, do you need help with the last of your clothes?' The waistband of Kurt's briefs burned into his skin at those words and yet at the same time felt loose enough that Kurt feared they would slip off on their own. He took a rough breath and shook his head in answer. The smile was evident in Blaine's tone. 'Well, would you kindly do us the honour?'

Finn moved a little but nothing came of it. Feeling shame course through his veins into every inch of his conscious being, Kurt bent down a little and shed the only article of clothing he had left saving his dignity.

Many long moments of silence commenced. Kurt clutched himself tightly and focused on simply standing and not thinking. But of course he was thinking; he was now naked in the middle of his living room front of his blinded brother and two cruel, twisted, sadistic men.

Please, he pleaded to whatever superior being could hear him, please let it end…please.

A low whistle was emitted from Sebastian's mouth, followed by a brief chuckle. 'Looks like skinny here has something to show after all.'

'I told you he was beautiful.' Kurt jumped having not heard Blaine leave his chair and step up behind him. The older boy placed his hands lightly on his bare shoulders and gradually began to ground his thumbs into his skin in a massaging manner. Kurt gasped and made to step forward but Sebastian had now abandoned Finn and was leering over him, effectively trapping Kurt between them.

Sebastian's eyes studied him critically, and he hummed in consideration. 'Fuckable, sure, but I don't know about beautiful. He's too scrawny for that.'

The growl by Kurt's ear told him Blaine did not like that conclusion. His hands now travelled south down his arms, over his stomach and finally met his hips. Kurt struggled when he was then suddenly gripped around the waist and turned on the spot. His chin was then taken firmly, his head yanked up and his eyes met that of Blaine. Fire burned in those eyes. Kurt was reminded of the visual check out Blaine gave him about an hour ago upstairs by the bathroom, only this time Blaine's eyes had more to see and seemed a lot more eager to take it all in. He smiled vaguely, his fingers ghosting over Kurt's lips and cheekbones as an unseen hand stroked the flesh a mere inch above his crotch. 'You dumbass – just look at him. Everything about him is inviting. His flawless complexion, his soft supple skin, those dark lips, the big eyes – It's all just too beautiful. '

'No, his hole is beautiful.' Sebastian corrected. Without warning the other boy slapped his hand on Kurt's rear and slipped a finger between cheeks. Kurt yelped and unwillingly pressed further into Blaine's welcoming arms.

'Stop, please...' Kurt whimpered, but he went unnoticed.

'Could you get your sex-crazed mind out the gutter for even just the briefest of moments?' Blaine gripped Kurt's shoulders and got him in a lock, with one hand softly caressing his body. 'Just look at him. Really look at him. Feel him.' Kurt fought more vigorously and fearfully when a second pair of hands were placed on his naked form and began exploring.

'Please-!'

Sebastian hummed. 'Alright, alright, I get your point. He's beautiful.'

'Good, now let's see that ass of his. Kurt, loosen up.' One hand took hold of the back of Kurt's neck and before Kurt knew what was happening his head was thrust down so he was bent over, his rear now fully exposed under Sebastian's hands.

The panic which had been rising at a staggering speed inside him hit its peak and he threw himself back and furiously wrestled against the offending hands. 'N-no, stop it!'

The boys above him laughed at his antics and a hand mockingly smacked him. 'Now, now, Kurt. Shh. There's a good boy.' The fingers began stroking him.

'Don't touch me!' Kurt cried out, his voice breaking like precious china on stone ground. He tussled to the side and almost succeeded in twisting out of the handsome stranger's grasp. Almost.

Blaine's deep hazel eyes darkened dangerously and he refused to let go. Desire dripped off every word he uttered. 'We're just playing, Kurt. It's all part of the game. Now how about you bend over for me? Let me see your fine virgin-'

'Enough!' All three of them turned in time to see Finn, shaking in anger, whip off the cover from his head. As his eyes adjusted to the light his mouth opened in horror at the sight before him. His brother hung, humiliated and disgraced in Blaine's grasp as Sebastian had his hair within his balled up fist. Tears flowed like boulders down the small teen's red and white face and fell on his quivering nude body. In a moment of pure rage, Finn forgot his wound and lunged towards them. 'You sick bastards!' Blaine managed to manouver himself and Kurt out of the way in time leaving Sebastian to take the tackle. They tumbled to the floor with fists and legs pounding against each other like they were starting a bloodbath. For the briefest of moments Finn had Sebastian beat as his quarterback arms swung hard and quick into the older boy's jaw. But unlike Kurt and Finn, Sebastian had not forgotten about Finn's weakness. Trapping Finn's leg between his, Sebastian pinned himself down on it. Finn screamed, and in the blink of an eye was under Sebastian's thumb once again. A wide smirk on his long face, Sebastian took immense pleasure in flipping them over, getting his hands on Finn's shin and twisting it mercilessly. Kurt couldn't watch and he wept into Blaine's forearm. Only when he was sure Finn was subdued did Sebastian cease his torturous form of punishment. It was no secret the older boy had enjoyed tormenting him, but Finn was horrified to recover only to see that his pain had caused some physical pleasure in his tormentor. Through Sebastian's jeans a very noticeable bulge was forming. 'You sick bastards…' Finn finally panted out. He struggled to crawl backwards. 'You sick, twisted, perverts-!'

Sebastian gradually stood up with his eyes never leaving his prey. 'You know if you wanted to join in on this part of the game, Finn,' he taunted, 'all you had to do was ask.' With that, he kicked Finn's shoulder so he fell back on the carpet, and then straddled him and pulled at his clothes trying to undress him.

Finn's eyes bulged as he snarled. 'Get off me-!' He fought off Sebastian well enough to prevent him from removing any of his clothes which angered the other boy.

'Why? Afraid mommy and daddy will walk in and catch their innocent angels bare assed, sweating and writhing on each other? Gosh, that would look bad, wouldn't it? Poor parents walking in on that,'

Blaine's gaze hardened on his companion. 'Hey, you meerkat freak,' Kurt was dropped against the couch and as he crumbled to the floor Blaine approached Sebastian. 'What have I told you about speaking ill of the dead? You need to have more respect for the deceased or else no one will ever respect you.'

'Whatever…'

Sebastian wasn't really listening but grudgingly backed off after hearing the sharp and disapproving tone. It seemed Blaine's actual words meant nothing to him. They did, however, catch the attention of Kurt. His eyes as wide as saucers, he turned to Blaine. He must have heard wrong. 'W-What?'

As if on cue, Blaine gave a short gasp and brought his hand up to his mouth in feigned embarrassment. 'Oh no… I think I may have shared too much.' Next to him, Sebastian failed to hide a smirk. Blaine brought his other hand up to his comrade's shoulder and squeezed it as if he was truly disappointed in himself. 'I think now would be a good time to take our leave, right?'

Sebastian nodded as he regarded the two boys lying on the floor before him. 'Now seems like an opportune time, yes.' He agreed. 'I need to take care of my excitement before we move onto the next game, anyway.' With that, the smirking boy scooped up the iron poker and casually walked backwards out of the room. 'You guys don't mind if I borrow this a little while longer, right?'

Blaine rubbed the back of his head as playful smile graced his features. 'This is embarrassing. Let's call a short 'time out' on this game of ours so we can get over this little set back my words might have caused. We'll be back later on, I promise.' As Blaine went to leave he seemed to have another thought. He stepped forward and kneeled by Kurt with his hand tenderly running down the length of his bare back. 'Oh, and Kurt?' He leaned down close enough to whisper in Kurt's ear. 'Until I get back perhaps you should put some clothes on. Hmm?' Sebastian's smirk was mirrored on Blaine's face as he pulled back, turned on his heel and strolled out the room and out of sight. Mere moments later, the front door could be heard slamming against its frame.

Kurt and Finn were alone.

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