Well, I moved through Chapter 3 pretty quickly. On to Chapter 4, but I get the feeling my plan of ten isn't going to work out. Alyssa, do you mind? ;)
Anyway, it's 11.25.11 and I have a few days of Thanksgiving break left. So, I plan on writing like there's no tomorrow. And I already have some of this chapter started. Anyway, enjoy. Reviews are admired, but not required (yeah… that rhymed… don't judge me it's like 11PM).
Disclaimer: I don't own Dalton characters, Glee, anything else in TV or music that I'm forgetting. I also don't own Kleinfeld. It's a bridal shop in New York featured on the show "Say Yes to the Dress" (I don't own this either).
Note: Exabytes are real. They're bigger than a terabyte, which is bigger than a gigabyte. Basically, it's about 1,048,576 gigabytes. So, it's really big.
Chapter 4: Stuck
A wonderful emotion to get things moving when one is stuck is anger. It was anger more than anything else that had set me off, roused me into productivity and creativity. –Mary Garden
Alyssa
By the following week, I knew that Darren was a pain. He had spent every single one of our shifts bothering me. I couldn't stand him anymore. So, I decided to change jobs. Which, granted, was probably the right thing to do anyway. I was supposed to be inspecting everything.
And so, I found myself in the Director's office again. Sylvia Medel was very interested in what I was going to do next.
"Hello, I've finished my report on the guards. What would you like me to take care of next?" I asked the director.
"What do you think of them?"
"They get the job done. The prisoners seem to be completely under their control."
"Excellent. Is there anyone who should be fired?"
"Fired?"
"Yes, we'd like to… thin the herd."
"Really?"
"Yes, we want someone fired from each department."
"Well, then. You should get rid of Logan Wright."
"We can't do that. He can't be disposed of."
"Can I ask why?"
I took my notebook out and began to take notes about firing someone from each department. This was beyond fascinating. It seemed to me that maybe Dalton wasn't so all and mighty as they claimed to be. I was hoping it might be something we could use to our advantage.
"He's got friends in high places… well he did. And we can't afford to lose those high friends if he's found dead or missing from these places."
"Let me guess. His parents sent him here. He's the son of Senator Wright?"
"Very good, someone knows their politics."
A secretary walked in.
"Ms. Medel?"
"Yes, Mr. Carbine?"
"A man is here to see you?"
"Who is he?"
"He claims to be from New Directions and has some valuable information for you."
"Really? Well, send him in," she turned to me, "I hope you don't mind. I'll just question him and then kill him. And we'll call it a day."
I tried not to let my disagreement show.
"Of course, please do."
I wasn't prepared for who I saw walk in. It was Brian. My surprise showed.
"You know this man?"
"Yes, I knew him before Dalton."
"Good to see you again, Alyssa," he said with a smile.
Something told me he was going to mess this mission up.
"So, tell me what you know." Ms. Medel said.
"I know a good many things. Before I tell you, you're going to put the gun you have under the table away."
I looked underneath the table from my chair and sure enough there was a gun. She brought it out from underneath.
"Interesting that you saw that. I'm very impressed. I may have to keep you around. But, please talk."
Brian stood up and turned towards the windows in her office. The landscape was simply a ton of red rocks. After two days of staring at it with a guy like Darren irritating the hell out of you, you get kind of sick of it.
"Well, there's your good old partner at New Directions,"
"They're the resistance. Why would we have a partner there?"
"See, that's what I thought. But, then I got there. And on their computers, what was there? There were all these e-mails between you and Will Schuester and even higher-ups then you. And it's funny they all talked about the same thing: your take-over of the world. So, I know you're going after Asia next."
"How the hell did you do it?" she asked, rising from her seat.
"I had a little help, but we'll get to that later."
I coughed a bit. It was a secret code we had developed on our last mission. Five coughs signified to Brian that I wanted to know if Kate was still okay. He was supposed to offer a lozenge if she was in trouble and ask if I needed a drink if she was safe.
"Would you like a lozenge, Alyssa?"
I felt panic rise in my chest. She was in trouble. And she'd been right all along. Will Schuester was working with Dalton.
ONE WEEK AGO…
Kate
About an hour later, I awoke to pounding at my door. It was Rachel Berry.
"C'mon Kate, the party's starting … now!" Rachel pounded.
I rolled my eyes and got up.
"I'll be there in ten minutes. I have to change."
"Just skip it! No one cares what you look like!" she said through the door.
I took a brush to my hair, put some make-up on, made sure my wire was still secure and then went out the door. I was still in my uniform (thankfully).
"So, where is this party?"
"In the entertainment wing," she said simply.
"They have an entertainment wing here?" I asked, skeptically.
"Yeah, it's mostly used for plays. There are some… people here who were made to put on this Harry Potter musical at Dalton and now they can't stop. They'll probably be into it tonight, but we usually just ignore them."
"Really?"
"Yep."
We made the rest of the walk in relative silence. Rachel seemed tense about this entertainment wing. She seemed nervous, despite a large smile on her face. I guessed she was thinking about Blaine. He was one of the few things she ever talked about.
"Well, here we are," she said opening a door.
There was loud music blaring from the speakers. It was mostly music I hadn't heard in years, since before the take-overs. There were a ton of people in there. I saw Mr. Schuester up on a stage. He was in a three piece suit that looked a lot better than his usual strange cloak.
"Doesn't Mr. Schue just look incredible?" she gushed.
"Of… of course," I stammered.
"I think he's the best leader we could ever ask for," she said dreamily.
I tried not to look at her like she was creepy. Evidently, I had been wrong about Blaine. She was clearly in love with Schuester.
"Naturally, but hey, I'm going to go get some drinks."
I walked off before she could stop me. I looked around for Blaine in the dark mass of people.
"Looking for me?" a voice said behind me.
It was Kurt. He still had a collar around his neck, but he was actually clothed now.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Not much. I'm just avoiding Blaine."
"And why is that? You said earlier you felt special when he was around."
"Well, yeah. But, he also works for Schue."
"I don't think Blaine works too hard for him."
"Still, I don't want to get too close," he said.
I finally found Blaine in the crowd. He had a puppy-dog look about him and he was searching the crowd for someone.
"I think he's looking for you. And I think he really likes you."
"What makes you say that?"
"He's got a puppy love look about him and he's searching for someone."
"He can't find me!"
"If he's determined enough, I'm sure he will. And, you have to face him sometime. You live in the same room now."
He gave me an angry look and walked off. I tried not to laugh. They both were obviously not going to admit they liked the other.
I checked once more to make sure that Blaine and Mr. Schuester were at the party. Then, I danced my way back to the door Rachel had brought us through.
I walked through the silent halls. It seemed as though everyone really did go to these parties. I began to run; the silence had become beyond eerie. I looked behind me every so often to check for a follower.
By the time I got to the door to the main room, I was nervous and paranoid. Anytime a pipe rattled or something seemed to move, I wanted to jump.
I placed my eye by the scanner, and felt relieved when the door slid open. I stepped inside and looked for a computer or any kind of paper.
On the perimeter, there were eight doors. Five of them had green stickers with a circle inside, above them. Two others had a purple sticker and the last had a red one. I had come through a green one, so I figured it stood to reason that the rest of them would lead to the other parts of the compound.
I walked over to a purple one. The door was unlocked and inside there was a long room with at least 50 computer terminals. I pulled a flash drive out of my pocket. It had over 1000 exabytes of memory on it. I put it into the first computer and waited for it to load. There was about 10 terabytes on it.
I smiled. This was going to be easy. I knew I couldn't fill up the flash drive even if I wanted to. I moved through about 25 more computers before I moved on to the next room. I was going to come back to the rest if I had time, but I wanted to get to the other rooms.
I walked over to the other side of the main room and into the other purple room. There was a row of computers on each side in there as well. There was also a tablet on top of one of the towers. I placed my flash drive in there as well and got even more information. I worked through the back twenty-five computers and checked my watch. I had been taking information for more than an hour.
I raced out of the room and into the red room. It was a simple office. There was a metal desk in the center with a window overlooking the Catskill Mountains. I walked over to the desk. There were a few drawers and a few papers scattered across it. Will also had a picture of Emma in the back.
I looked through the papers on top. There didn't seem to be anything interesting. There were just some bills and some memos to the employees. I opened the first drawer. There seemed to be at least a hundred papers on top. The first fifty or so consisted of emails that had been printed. They were from a name I hadn't heard in a very long time: Darren Criss.
Most of the emails talked about the inner workings of New Directions. All of them were dated before Darren's mysterious car crash. I took pictures of as many emails as I could. As I got to the end of the pile, they seemed to turn to talk about Darren going to Dalton in secret. I couldn't even think about what that could mean. The last email was dated the day of the crash. It was from Will and it simply said: "Go in."
Then, I looked at the rest of the pages. There were more emails. Darren seemed to be the topic for a bit. There was a new sender though: . I didn't have the faintest idea as to who this could be. But, clearly, they were from Dalton. It wasn't many emails before I came to an even newer sender. These emails were about joining forces to take over the world.
I realized, my hunch may have not been one hundred percent accurate, but I was definitely right about Mr. Schue being evil. I skimmed the emails from this unknown sender. They talked about a new spy at Dalton. I believed it was Alyssa. It explained how Will Schuester knew about her. Then, there were more about me and Brian. There was nothing specific about where we were though. As I came to the bottom of the pile, there was a picture of me attached to the email. It said underneath: "The spy bitch."
When I had finished, I opened up the second drawer. There were schematics in this drawer. They were full of building plans and battle plans. I couldn't believe it was this easy to get the plans for New Directions. I quickly took pictures of everything in the drawer and put it back.
I had a bad feeling that these couldn't possibly be right. There was no way that it was that easy to get at them. It couldn't be as easy as an eye scanner. I needed to get out of there.
I opened the last drawer. It had a single piece of paper in it. At the top, there was the word Traitor. Underneath, there was a list of names. Some of them were crossed off, some weren't. But at the very bottom, there was my name.
I wasn't sure if everything I had found was even true, but it was clear I definitely didn't have long to get out. I took a picture of myself with a piece of paper next to my face. I had written a few simple words on it: Caught. Handle information with care.
Then, I took a portable Wi-Fi network out of my pocket. I plugged my flash drive into it and waited. The government had given me the Wi-Fi network as a way to get information to them. When it connected with a memory device, it would automatically send a copy of everything to the government and Brian.
I put the office back in place, hoping I wouldn't be discovered. I kept my cool as best as I could. I felt extra alert and nervous. I didn't want to be caught. I went over everything that had happened on my way to the circular room. My stomach was in knots and I couldn't stop myself from pacing. I felt the flash drive was taking way too long. I needed it to finish. The longer I was in the room, the longer Will had to find me.
"I should've gone with Alyssa. I should've gone with Alyssa," repeated in my head.
I looked back to the office one last time and placed the flash drive in my pocket. Then I opened the door and found a surprise.
Standing in the middle of the room was Mr. Schuester. Behind him, there stood Blaine with a look of pity.
"Well, what do we have here?" Will asked.
I stayed silent.
"I think it's a spy. I think that's exactly what you are. So, please enlighten us. Who do you work for?"
I still didn't answer.
Before I could even blink, Will ran up behind me and grabbed my head. He pulled it back and put a knife to my neck.
"You should answer before I slit your pretty little neck."
I reminded myself of the training I had acquired years before. I stayed silent and tried to remember what I had eaten for breakfast that morning.
He pressed the knife against my neck and began to cut. It was a fairly shallow cut, but it hurt… a lot.
I tried not to cry from the pain.
"Will? I think we both know who she works for. And we aren't going to get her to talk."
"You're right. You're quite right. I just enjoy making them squirm. Now, get me my phone."
He threw me to the floor and got on top of my legs. He took duct tape out of his pocket and tied my hands together before I could try and scratch him or something. My hope was beginning to falter. I knew I didn't have a whole lot of options left.
With a sigh, I saw Blaine pass a phone to Schuester. Schuester handed him the duct tape and gestured to me.
He put some duct tape around my legs. Schuester stood up and dialed a number.
"Hi. It's Schuester. I have a new friend for you."
Blaine put some duct tape over my mouth, leaned in and whispered, "I'm so sorry."
"So, you'll be here in an hour? We'll play with her a bit then."
There was a pause as he listened to the other voice.
"Of course, we won't go too far, just the usual."
He hung up and looked towards me.
"Get the water," he said to Blaine.
Blaine took a minute and got a bucket of water and a few other items from what I could see. Schuester lifted me onto a seat of some kind (I couldn't really see it from my angle). Then, Blaine put a hood over my head. I knew what was coming. I had a feeling I was going to be in hell for a good long while. This technique was very familiar to me.
During most of my school years, it had been all over the news. They were about to water board me. I felt the water fall over my face. I tried to hold my breath and exhale for as long as possible. But, I couldn't keep it up forever.
I finally gasped for air, but all that I got was more water. It hurt and burned my nose. I tried to cough, but that only resulted in more water. I was desperate for oxygen, but there was none to be gotten. My lungs burned and I felt as though they were going to explode. I couldn't see, but I was sure if I could, my vision would be faltering.
When I could no longer feel or think, I felt the hood move off of my head and the water stop. I gasped for air like a dog. I looked up at the snickering face of William Schuester and I wished I could spit in his face.
It was less than a minute before the hood went back on again, but I still couldn't breathe. I was gasping for air even before we started. Each time it was worse and worse. By the third time, I went out like a light. From what I gathered, it was several minutes until I woke up.
They gave me about five minutes to catch my breath that time. It felt nice to actually be able to breathe again. My heart pounded as the hood went back on and they continued to water board me.
I felt relieved when someone finally interrupted Will. The voice was deep and familiar.
"Is this my new girl?"
"Yes, enjoy. I don't want her back."
I looked up from my place in the chair. I saw the man's face widen into a bright smile. I didn't think that my hell could get any worse, but I knew the man who was going to take me away.
"Excellent. Anything else you want from me?" he asked.
"Nope, I think that's it. Hopefully, we won't need you for some time."
His hands began to trace my body. I tried to think about anything else again. The man had a huge smile on his face and it was almost as horrible as it was seeing him last time.
"Well, let me know. You know I like a good time," he replied, never taking his eyes off of me.
Will nodded. Then, the man lifted me up and took me to the door.
"Oh, hey is there a way to knock this one out?"
Will grabbed something off a table. I felt a prick on my skin and then the world went blank.
When I woke up, the first thing I thought about was how hungry I was. I realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast. But, when had breakfast been? My sense of time was completely off. My vision was clouded and I couldn't quite yet see my surroundings. I knew it was dark, though.
I closed my eyes again and I was transported into another dream land. There was one where Blaine was being killed by Mr. Schue and one where he was raping Blaine. I felt that this was a completely plausible dream, unfortunately.
I woke up again. I could see a little better, but I still couldn't still see clearly. I noticed a figure in the corner, watching me. I saw the figure stand up and come towards me. I screamed. I felt a prick on my neck and I lost consciousness again.
I gasped as I awoke again. I could finally see my surroundings. I was in a dungeon of sorts. The room was damp and it had a rotting smell to it. I saw a plate of food in the corner that looked moldy and rotting. I assumed that accounted for the smell. The room itself was pretty big, but I was stuck in a "corner" with a fence to prevent me from leaving. My hands were handcuffed to together behind me and my feet were attached to a chair.
Beyond the fence there were a ton of shelves. I was pretty confident that I was in a warehouse of sorts. There were the initials of ND all over the place and obviously I was in an old New Directions holding.
I looked closer at the shelves and struggled to make out what was on the shelves. It looked to me like a bunch of large wooden boxes. They each seemed to have different kinds of edges, but I couldn't quite make out what they all looked like. It was too dark in that part of the room.
"Curious, are you?" a voice whispered from directly behind me.
I screamed.
The owner of the voice brushed their fingers across my neckline. I looked down and my hair covering most of my face. The stranger moved it out of my face and behind my shoulder.
"You're so pretty," he whispered in my ear.
He walked in front of me and I found myself shaking. It was like one of my nightmares coming true again. I had spent months trying to forget about the man before me, but he was back again.
"Shush, I'm not going to hurt you if you let me do whatever I want," he whispered in my ear.
I choked back a sob of terror. I wasn't about to let that happen, but he didn't need to know that.
He pulled a chair from behind me and he put it in front of me. He sat down and took my hand. I tried to move it away, but he had me duct taped to the chair. There was no way I was going to get out of it.
"Do you remember this place?" he said in a regular voice.
"No," I whispered.
"It used to be a gorgeous bridal salon called Kleinfeld. You know, I've been looking for a wife for a while now. I think you might be the one. How about we try some dresses on here?"
Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't think I could keep up this shenanigan. I couldn't keep pretending even if it meant death. His words made me realize what the boxes were. They were coffins with all the women that hadn't "worked."
"You're crying because you're happy, aren't you?" he said again.
I let a sob erupt as I forced myself to nod. I had no doubt that I was going to die very soon. And then Alyssa would be stuck at Dalton, never to know the truth. The thought practically drove me back into unconsciousness.
"I have some beautiful ones for you, come," he said as he untied me.
He undid the handcuffs, let me stand up, and put them back on. Then, he led me down a corridor. I could hardly walk and my stomach felt completely empty.
"Do... do you have any food?" I croaked.
"Of course," he said stroking my face.
He pulled an energy bar out of his pocket and held it up to my face. I took a few bites and felt infinitely better. I was still shaking, but I didn't need him to help me walk as much.
We continued up a flight of stairs. The store was in total disrepair and I was pretty confident that there had been a fire there recently. The scent of smoke still hung in the air and the walls hadn't quite dried out yet from being put out.
"I'm so sorry about the mess. This bitch knocked a candle over and set this gorgeous place on fire.
He led me out of the showroom and up another flight of stairs. I struggled to keep up with his pace. Even with all the CIA's survival training, I still felt my muscles screaming for a break or to stop, anything.
But, I knew enough about psychopaths to know that I had to listen to what he wanted. It was the only way to stay alive and not join the hordes of women in the stockroom.
In the dressing room, the ceiling had already collapsed from the fire and the walls were charred. I looked outside the holes in the wall and found myself in New York City at sunset. The sun was just about to go down, but the sky was still shades of pink and purple. If I hadn't been so terrified, I would have said it was the most captivating thing I'd ever seen.
I watched the sunset for a minute. My captor stroked my hair as I watched. I tried not to be repulsed by it and do something stupid. He obviously had killed before. I was sure that I would be a very easy kill.
"Are you ready to go, my dear?" he asked softly.
"Of course, let's try some dresses on," I said with a fake smile.
He put me in a gorgeous A-line first. It had a single strap and it fit me quite perfectly. I felt ashamed to say that I loved it.
"Is this the one?"
"Maybe, but let's look at the others anyway."
"You really should stop crying, you'll ruin your make-up," he replied, stroking my cheek.
Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention he had done my make-up.
I nodded with a smile and put the next dress on. It was a mermaid dress. I quite hated it. Even in everyday life, I always thought they were ugly.
"What do you think?"
"I don't think it's the right one," I replied.
I thought I was finally making progress with this psycho. Maybe I could stay alive.
"Wrong answer. It was my favorite one. Why do you want to hurt me?" he screamed and threw me to the floor.
I tried to get up again, but he kept pushing me back down. Still in the dress, I tried crawling away. I heard it tear and the kidnapper screamed with rage.
"You bitch!" he roared.
I forced myself to get up before he could strike and I managed to get to the stairs before he caught up with me. He grabbed me and threw me against the wall. I looked at the stairs with longing. He pinned my arms against the wall.
"Are you going to apologize?" he growled in a low voice.
"Never," I whispered.
"Well, you've lasted the least of them all. 6 days. Pathetic," he spat in my face.
"What? What do you mean?" I yelled as he threw me down the stairs.
I rolled down the stairs. I felt my hip snap and my head bang the walls a few times. I hit the wall and then bounded down the other way to the next part of the stairs. I felt more bones snap and pain unlike anything I had ever felt before.
I stopped about halfway to the bottom. He walked up behind me and kicked me. Then, he picked me up. I tried to pull away from him, but I found that I couldn't. I couldn't feel anything in my arm.
"Goodbye, Kate," he said and threw me even harder down the remaining stairs.
I remained conscious for another twenty stairs or so. I felt my back snap and all feeling left my legs. Sometime after that, I succumbed to the pain and let the world go black.
Darren
I walked by the offices of the higher-ups for my mandatory guard meeting. It was time for my inspection. They were going to make sure that I was still doing my job.
As I walked by the office of Ms. Medel, I saw Alyssa. I raised my eyebrow, but figured it had something to do with her "inspection."
"Hey, Voldy. How am I doing?" I asked as I sat down in my superior's office.
"It's Ralph and you know it Criss."
"Sorry, won't happen again."
He rolled his eyes.
"You're clear, now go," he said, scanning my file.
"Really? No, talking about my loyalties this week?" I asked sarcastically.
"Stop being a smart-ass and get the hell out of my office."
"Fine, I'll see you next week Voldy!" I called as I left his office.
On my way out, Alyssa was leaving the Internal Affairs office with a man. I was about to interrupt when they started to talk.
"What kind of trouble is she in?" she asked the boy.
He had short hair and a real lanky look about him. He looked like he was called Junior to me.
"They gave her away. To that weird bride dude we arrested back in 2016."
"No, anyone but him, he was obsessed with her."
"I know. I'm just not sure how they did."
"What? They knew she worked for us?" she asked with surprise.
"Yeah, they knew," he said with a sigh.
"What else do you think they knew?" her voice lowered, "and what about us? If they're working together, how do we know they don't know about us?"
"That's what I'm afraid of," he replied, running a hand through his hair.
They walked in silence for a moment.
"Can we save her?" Alyssa asked.
"Maybe, but there's two problems with that: one, you're quite a ways away and two, you'd definitely blow your cover."
"Can you?"
"No, I can't. I have to stay here. They'll be watching me. If I leave, you're definitely blown."
I finally spoke up.
"What about me?" I asked.
They both turned around in surprise. Brian pulled his gun out of his pocket and held it near the center of my stomach.
"You're really going to shoot me? Wouldn't that look bad right by all the directors' offices?"
"Oh, shut up," Brian said as he turned around and began to walk again.
He put the gun back in his pocket, but he kept his hand wrapped tightly around it.
Alyssa walked over to him and whispered something in his ear. It must not have been that great because he looked at her in surprise and yelled,
"Are you kidding me?"
He turned back around to me and rolled his eyes.
"So, what are we going to do now?" I asked.
"Well, we're not going to do anything," he gestured to the three of us, "we," he pointed to him and Alyssa, "are going to save our friend."
"Really? And how do you plan on that when neither of you can leave?"
"What do you mean?"
"You'll break your covers. Doesn't matter what excuse you give. So, you can't rescue her."
Alyssa looked flummoxed.
"but… but… I have to save her!"
"Well, unfortunately you can't. So, you better get a plan b," I waited a second to continue (I was enjoying their shocked silences), "Oh, and I know that my brother is still alive. Anyone want to explain that one to me?"
They looked at each other for a minute.
"Darren…" Alyssa said.
"C'mon. Just explain it. Why didn't you tell me?"
"She couldn't. He's supposed to be dead. He's one of the best assets we have. We couldn't risk him being discovered. It's just the way of the government," Brian replied protectively.
"Right, and is that how he managed to email me?"
They both sighed.
"He wasn't supposed to do that."
"No, duh. I would never have guessed," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
As I finished, we finally got out of the higher-ups office space.
"Would you shut up?" he asked again.
We all began to walk faster now that we were out of view of the bosses.
"I don't think I was saying anything," I said.
"You're an ass. I hope you know that."
"Can we get back to the issue at hand?" Alyssa yelled.
I looked at her. She looked stressed and scared. Her eyes were wide and she looked like the smallest thing could set her off.
"Yes, let's get back to it."
From behind me, I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder.
"Back to what?" Logan asked, "Is this about how all of you are spies?"
Brian and Alyssa looked at each other and then back to me.
"Whatever do you mean, Logan?" I asked.
"Oh, Darren, you haven't told them?" he looked to Brian and Alyssa.
Alyssa looked shocked.
"Who do you work for?"
"That's something Logan doesn't know."
"Au Contraire, my dear Darren. Logan knows all."
I shrugged his arm off of my shoulder and then punched him in the face. His body seemed to go limp and then he fell to the floor.
I knew all my training in Fight Club would pay off some day.
"What the hell was that?" Brian yelled.
"Would you shut up? Do you want everyone to know that you're spies?"
He shut up.
I dragged Logan to the supply closet at the end of the hall. Alyssa and Brian watched in shock and amazement. I opened the door and hauled him inside. I hit him with one of the Tasers in the closet and took one of the handcuffs off the shelves. I handcuffed him to the I took a key out of my pocket and locked him in. The two spies stared at me, dumbfounded.
"So, first thing I should say. I'm not a spy."
They both gave me a look of skepticism that I was confident was going to take everything I knew to change.
Blaine
I watched them take Kate away. I feared what Kurt was going to say when he found out that she was gone. I didn't understand how I could care so much about one man's thoughts and feelings.
I walked back to my room with my stomach a pit of nerves. I wasn't sure what I was going to do if Kurt wanted to talk about Kate. I went to snap my fingers and found that my hand was all sweaty.
I was so afraid. I knew I was going to disappoint Kurt. I could just see his perfect face turning into a frown and then a look of contempt towards me. I never wanted to see that. Never.
When I reached my door, I took a deep breath. My hands shook as I went to turn the doorknob. I questioned my job as Will's number two and every decision that had brought me to that point. I tried to blame my parents, for abandoning me in my time of need. I tried to blame the government for giving up on the fight against Dalton. But, no matter who I tried to blame, I kept coming back to myself.
I opened the door and Kurt looked at me longingly from his place on the bed.
He made me think about our kissing. We had spent every night in passionate make-out sessions. I could just feel his hands moving through my hair. I felt his lips on mine and his perfect skin touching me.
Suddenly, he got up from his place on the bed. He had himself covered in blankets. He dropped them and he was naked. He walked over towards me with determination. I wanted to throw myself at him and make sweet, beautiful love. Instead, I stayed in the same place and tried not to be nervous. My hands were shaking and I couldn't think straight. And it was super-hot in there. I tugged at my shirt.
He reached me and ran his hand through my hair. He placed his lips on mine but I wasn't into it. I couldn't take my mind off of Kate.
I pulled away from the kiss, "Kurt, we can't," I whispered breathlessly.
I wanted to give in. To lose myself in the kiss and the passion.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, moving his hand down my chest.
I moved away from him.
"I just can't tonight."
"Tell me and maybe I can make it better," he moved closer to me.
He put his lips on mine again and I lost myself for a minute. He thrust his tongue through my lips and pulled my blazer off. Then his hands found the buttons on my shirt and he undid them. He tossed my shirt off and I felt pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I couldn't imagine how sex with this wonderful boy would feel.
"Kurt, I'm asking you to stop, please," I pleaded.
"Tell me what's wrong and I will," he replied.
He moved his hands further down to my hips. Then, he grinded his hips against my own. I tried not to moan. He continued this for a little bit longer and I considered never telling him. I never wanted him to stop. I wanted this night to go on forever.
"Kurt, I'll tell you, just stop," I said with a smile.
He pulled back and went back to the bed.
"Alright, spill it."
I wanted to change my mind and go back to grinding. There was something incredible about it with Kurt.
"Do I have to? Making out with you is so amazing."
He raised his eyebrow at me.
"You're the one who wanted to stop."
"Fine, do you remember Kate?"
"Yeah, she's wonderful. Turns out we're from the same part of the country," his smile broke my heart, "Have you seen her? She was supposed to meet me here tonight, but she never showed up."
"She won't be meeting you."
His face turned to a look of alarm.
"What happened?"
I looked at the window.
"Blaine Anderson! You look at me right now and you tell me!"
I looked at him again. I felt ready to cry. I didn't want to see him sad.
"She's… she's gone."
"What do you mean… gone?" he asked panicked.
"Will sent her to a… a man."
"Who?" he asked, his eyes burning with a fire that was somehow inspiring me.
"His name's Mike. He… takes care of Will's problems."
"You son of a bitch!" he screamed and slapped me across the face.
"What?"
"I know that guy! He's a sick psycho! She'll be dead before the end of the week!"
Kurt slapped me again and then began to hit me in the chest. I threw him to the floor. I immediately regretted it.
He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and then got up, grabbed his clothes and ran out of the room.
"Kurt! Please, I'm sorry!" I called after him.
When he didn't return, I sank to the floor and cried.
I didn't see him for the rest of the night. At some point, I fell asleep on the floor and had nightmares about Kurt returning to kill me.
I remember waking up two or three times after the particularly vivid nightmares.
The next morning, I groped around the floor trying to find Kurt. It was the first night in a week that he hadn't slept next to me.
It came back to me in an instant. I remembered everything that had happened the night before. I pulled myself up from the floor and went to the door before realizing that I was half-naked. I ran over to my drawers and threw on a green checkered shirt with a navy sweater vest.
Then, I raced out the door and down the hall to the cafeteria. I found Kurt, sitting alone at a table near the door. He looked exhausted and his eyes were red and puffy. He looked like he had been crying for most of the night.
"Kurt!" I yelled.
He looked up at me and then back to his food. He shoveled a few more spoonfuls of his food and then tried to get up and to the garbage cans.
"Kurt, please talk to me!" I called, following him.
"Blaine, leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone."
"Let me explain. Please," I pleaded.
"There's nothing for you to explain. You followed orders like a lost sheep and now you're going to pay the consequences," he headed towards the door.
"Kurt, I couldn't be taken. Not yet."
"And what the hell is keeping you here?" he asked, looking back at me.
He walked through the door and down the hall towards the rooms that the refugees stayed in (as a slave he had a different kind of room than anyone else, but the slaves weren't supposed to exist).
I rubbed my temples for a second. I was getting a terrible headache.
"I can't tell you, Kurt. I'm so sorry."
"Then, please leave me alone. When you decide to leave, come find me. Then, maybe we can talk."
I stopped and watched him walk away. My world seemed to collapse around me. In one short week, Kurt had come to mean more to me than anyone else in my life. And in a few short hours, I had lost him.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Update next Sunday. :) Reviews are always welcome. :)
