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FINN'S P.O.V.
Have you been hurt so bad that you just want to lie down and die? Finn felt that way but he realized that he couldn't leave his two loved ones on their own, to be tortured by these criminals. All eyes were on him as his knees started crumbling from all the pain. He just couldn't help but feel weak in his kneeling position. The thugs nodded at each other and one of them approached Finn holding him by the chin.
"I'm guessing by now, you've learned your lesson?" the man asked in a tone of fake concern hiding his sadistic grin.
Finn resisted the urge to talk back and just gave a weak nod.
"Good. Now, we're going to ask you a few questions. Just think of it like being in a job interview." The man took out a pen and some crumpled papers and looked at Finn in a way that screamed, "If you don't answer my questions, you're asking for a death wish!"
"Who are your folks?" Finn thought for a while. He needed Burt's and mom's names? Is he after them to?
"Burt and Carole" replied Finn insouciantly.
"What about your home number?"
After a series of questions regarding his family and personal life, the kidnappers brought him a bottle of water. Finn waited for them to start unchaining him but they didn't budge.
"Aren't you going to untie me?" asked the teen innocently.
"We already unscrewed the cap for you." whined the only girl.
Not wanting to set off a bomb, he tried to drink the beverage without the use of his arms. He moved it with his mouth but ended up spilling it. He was thirsty though, he felt like there was this gaping hole in his stomach. He had no choice. He gently leaned unto the spilled water and started licking it. The bitterness of the dirty floor mixed with the once pure water. It was like a child losing his innocence.
His captors merely scoffed and mocked him as most of them made their way out. Before the interrogator left the room he called after him.
"You're going to feed the other two aren't you?" The look of concern plastered over Finn's face was evident.
"Of course." The man's words weirdly came off as sincere even though Finn didn't trust him and hated his guts. The man continued, "Hey boy, what's your name?"
"Finn. Finn Hudson." answered Finn without showing a hint of fear.
BURT'S P.O.V.
"Yes. Yes. You'll pick it up tomorrow? Whatever. Bye." Burt couldn't but feel excited every time the phone would ring thinking it had something to do with the disappearance of his sons only to have his spirit crushed when he picks up the phone to find out it was either a customer or a debt collector. This phone call was no different.
Burt collapsed into his chair once more ignoring the football game playing on the television. It just isn't the same without Finn cheering on the opposite team or Kurt wanting to change it to a channel called Bravo.
He was in charge of the incoming calls regarding the disappearances. He would spend endless hours staring at the phone waiting for it to ring. The only call he received about his sons was from their school telling him some shit about their attendance and grades. He didn't need that he needed to hear the voice of Kurt, who he can imagine to be in a terrible mess by now.
"Honey, I'm done with the flyers. I'm going to post them around town. Just keep your eyes on the phone." Carole said, kissing him on the forehead. "I'm probably going to take a few hours. Luckily, Mercedes and Quinn volunteered to help." Carole finally walked out the house and left Burt alone.
Burt stood up and dug up some photo albums he hid under a mattress. He didn't want to look like a big wuss in front of his own wife while crying over pictures of Kurt. As he turned to the first page, there was Kurt and his mother having one of those tea parties that Burt put up with after she passed away. They are so much alike, in terms of looks and personalities. Kurt got nothing out of being Burt's son, he was his mother. The next page showed another pleasant memory, Kurt's first birthday. He laughed at the photo of him forcing Kurt into "boy clothes" and the one where Kurt used his gift, Power Ranger action figures like Barbie Dolls. Combing their hair and planning weddings. Burt was overcome with so much emotions and lost hope for a moment until the phone started ringing.
"Could that be it?" murmured Burt to himself. Burt suddenly ran to the phone not even minding that he was sick and answered it.
"Hello?" asked Burt trying to sound warm, dropping his tough guy demeanor.
"Mr. Hudson?" asked a woman on the other line. She sounded prim and proper.
"It's Hummel. Are you looking for my wife?"
"No. Not at all. You are the man I am looking for. You see, I have information on your son." He was getting these weird vibes from the lady. It was like he was talking to a puppet, a puppet with grace and poise.
"Really? Spill what you know?" Burt tried to sound more abrasive now.
"Would you like to talk to them?" Burt froze. They were right there.
"Don't mess with me lady. Are you playing with me or what?" Was this her idea of a sick joke?
"I would let you talk to them but they're tied up at the moment." The lady laughed at her own clichéd joke. She continued, "Remember pictures speak a thousand words. Later this evening, you'll be receiving a few thousand words from me. Don't forget to check your mailbox." she said hanging up the phone.
Burt, speechless ignored the sharp pain he could feel in his chest wasted no time in reaching for his cellphone calling whoever he thinks can help.
RACHEL'S P.O.V.
"Drink up girly." The lady said forcing the bottle into her mouth. "I just cannot stand girls like you, skin and bones, no curves. I just cannot understand why boys fawn over girls like you."
"You had your heart broken?" inquired Rachel trying to sympathize with her.
"None of your business." the woman said obviously covering something up. After looking at Rachel's sincere face though she fessed up, "Eustace was my first love." She sounded like a teenage girl, it was like hearing Lauren Zizes swoon over Noah Puckerman. "I was doubtful at first, but he told me I was amazing just the way I looked. You just can't imagine my reaction when I saw with some boney assed whore on our bed."
"I'm so sorry." Rachel suddenly felt sorry for her. However her feeling of security was immediately dashed out when the woman took her by her hair.
"Don't think I'm going to go easy on you now. Once anyone finds about this, I'm going to roast you." The woman said pointing her gun at Rachel.
"Valerie!" a man called. As Valerie heard the voice she let go of Rachel pretending everything was fine.
"Orders from the boss." the man said pointing to a rusty camera.
Valerie started untying Rachel's bonds and signaled her to stay put. Only an idiot would disobey a scorned woman with a weapon. The man approached another figure on the other side of the room. After a few minutes, the man had the person on his shoulders. It was none other than, Kurt Hummel.
"Kurt!" Rachel ran to his body as they shared a tight embrace.
"Isn't this touching Val?"
"Sure is Ernie." She forcefully separated the two bodies and pinned Rachel's arms behind her back. The guy did the same thing with Kurt.
"Now kids, we're going to have a little photo shoot. Show your parents that you're fine just a little roughed up." explained Ernie. As much as Rachel waited for the day of her first photo shoot, this just seemed so wrong.
"Here you two sit here. I want to see smiles!" said Ernie in an intimidating manner.
"Say cheese!"