"Wake up, dude." Kurt groaned trying to scoot away from Finn's incessant prodding, "Kurt!"
He blinked his eyes open before rapidly sitting up, fully awake, "Kendril-"
Finn shook his head, "I don't know what the hell happened, man. Like, he was standing over you and then for some reason he just… vanished."
Kurt raised a dubious eyebrow, "Vanished?"
"Yeah, man. Like, out of thin air!" He gestured grandly.
"Why would he just… let me go? I don't understand." Kurt frowned down at the quilt, picking at a loose thread, "He had me right there and-"
Finn swatted his hand away from the comforter where he was slowly unraveling the material, "Don't talk like that, Kurt. Point is, he didn't kill you."
Kurt shook his head, "No. No, there has to be a reason for him just letting me go." He bit his lip replaying the whole scene in his mind, but could find nothing that would keep Kendril from finishing the job. He patted his hands on his torn up sweatshirt, grabbing out his clunky phone and checking for any new messages.
Nothing.
He decided he'd text Andy to see if he had any information or had heard anything that could help him.
To: Andy
From: DS
Any news on Kendril?
Kurt set the phone aside, rubbing at his tired eyes. "Who'd you text?"
Kurt glanced up before holding up his 'Dark Sparrow' phone, "Andy. I'm just checking to see if he knows anything. He'll text back in a second." Kurt responded knowingly.
Finn nodded, kicking back in the chair and leaning on the back legs to balance the chair. Kurt huffed out a frustrated sigh as he checked his phone once more, "Maybe he's busy?"
"No… No he's assigned to me. He would text back." Kurt said as he typed out another message.
To: Andy
From: DS
There was an incident at McKinley like you said. I need to know if you have any more information.
Kurt took the time he was waiting for a response to call Blaine. He grabbed his normal phone and dialed the familiar number, waiting as it rung several times before going to voice mail. Kurt ran a hand through his hair, starting to get an awful feeling in his gut as he texted his source once more.
To: Andy
From: DS
I need you to respond so that I know you're still there.
Kurt waited, feeling Finn's eyes on him causing him to become more anxious. "Shit." He cursed under his breath.
"What?" Finn questioned, sitting up.
"My source went dark." At Finn's confused expression, he elaborated, "He's not responding anymore. I've… I've lost contact with him." He paused, "Did you see Blaine before?"
Finn shook his head, "Naw, man. I hadn't seen him since he walked into the choir room."
Kurt worried his lower lip for a moment before standing and striding over to the window, eyeing the dark storm clouds that were just starting to envelop the blue sky, "I'm going to go check on him. He's not answering his phone." Kurt said as he pulled the hood up and over his head, securing the mask piece in place before sliding the window open and hopping out.
It didn't take long to get to Blaine's house, thought he didn't bother with the front door as he usually did. Kurt scaled the tall oak tree on the far side of the yard before swinging from one of the branches and landing with a light thud on top of the one story garage. He then leapt onto the second story sill where Blaine's room was. Kurt peered into the dark room, not seeing anyone inside. He jimmied the unlocked window open before sliding inside.
Blaine's normally neat room was in complete disarray. Books were scattered about in random places, his desk chair was broken in the corner of the room. All of the signs of a struggle were present, causing the sinking feeling in Kurt's gut to ignite. He lightly trailed his fingertips across the desk as he inventoried the rest of the room. Blaine's door was shut and locked, no doubt the reason no one had reported him missing… if he was in fact missing. Kurt pulled out his phone, calling Blaine once more. His trained ears detected the muffled ringing noise coming from under his bed. Kurt took a deep breath before walking over and kneeling on the floor, lifting the disheveled sheets only to see two phones under the bed, one lighting up with his call and one not responding to anything. Kurt grabbed both phones, sitting down on Blaine's bed as he canceled his call. He set Blaine's phone to the side as he examined the unfamiliar one. Kurt could only assume it belonged to whoever else was in the room with Blaine. He picked at a faded sticker on the back of the phone, the adhesive drying along the edges. The letters 'HAS' were on the sticker. "Has?" Kurt breathed, as he flipped the phone cover open only to see three glaringly obvious new text messages… all from 'DS'… all from him. "No." Kurt whispered into the empty room, staring at the phone as if the messages would disappear if he just looked long enough. Kurt went to the recent messages, seeing each message Andy had sent to him. Did Andy go after Blaine? Was he a bad guy like Finn had said? Kurt pocketed the phone before vacating the room.
He'd just landed on the grass when his phone went off. Kurt flipped it open to see an address from an unknown number. He shook off the thoughts of what could happen to him if he went there, only thinking of Blaine. Kurt pulled out his phone and programmed in the address, memorizing the directions before heading towards the outskirts of town. Trying to remain unseen, Kurt took a lot of short cuts and backstreets to get there, but was surprised at what he saw.
It was a grand mansion surrounded by a wall paved in brick. He scaled the wall before coming around the back side of the giant place. A twig snapped behind him, making him whip around only to see nothing. Without warning, a sack was pulled over his head, obstructing his sight. He tried to yank it off, but an arm circled around his throat, restricting his airflow until he became limp and pliable in the perpetrator's arms.
He was vaguely aware of being lifted up and carried, but he couldn't gain his bearings. The person sat him down in a cold, metal chair, securing his arms behind him as well as binding his legs.
"Lift the veil, boys." Kendril spoke, an amused note to his voice. The bag was pulled off, as well as his hood and mask, revealing a stark white room with a stage at the far end of the rectangular space. Kendril was standing center stage, the lights bouncing off his bald head, causing it to shine, "Glad you made it."
"Get to the point, Kendril." Kurt growled, fidgeting with his bonds, "What am I doing here?"
"I just want to give you a little bit of insight into what will happen if you don't give up your powers." He spoke, stepping off of the stage and sauntering over to Kurt, "I offered the same thing to your mother years ago… Just like you, she was stubborn. She just couldn't give them up." Kurt's heart clenched. So it was true. His mother was like him… "So I had to end her. Too bad I wasn't able to harvest her powers after she died… a slow and painful death." Kurt looked away, forcing the tears away, "I threatened to kill everyone she ever loved, but she knew that I did not know her identity. She banked on that fact. And I never found out… until you showed up." He tilted his head to the side, "And I happen to know everything about you, Kurt Hummel. Meaning I know you'd be pretty upset if anything happened to your family."
"Shut up!" Kurt screamed, "You leave them out of this!"
Kendril let out an amused hum, "You sure are like your mother." He turned and snapped his fingers. Two of his henchmen came out, dragging behind them a body each, "I'm sure you can figure out who they are even with their faces covered." Kurt was able to tell. The two teens were sitting back on their knees, their chests moving frantically with their hands tied behind their backs. One was tall, his shoulders several inches higher than the boy's next to him. Finn and Blaine.
"How the hell did you-" Kurt began, but was cut off when Kendril started towards the stage where his brother and Blaine were, "What are you doing?" He asked frantically, "FINN, BLAINE!" He called to them, but didn't receive an answer.
"Their ears are plugged and mouths are taped, so there's no use in trying to communicate with them." Kendril smirked as he stood behind them, "I'm giving you one last chance. I am being very generous. Your mother didn't get this many chances."
"Please," Kurt pleaded, "Just, let them go."
Kendril held up his fingers in the form of a gun. Knowing what he'd done with the snap of his fingers, he had no doubt Kendril could kill them by imitating a gun. He held the finger gun to the back of Finn's head, glancing up at him behind his eyelashes with an unreadable expression. Kurt's heart dropped, the air suddenly becoming thick, "No." He choked out, "No!" He said louder, "Don't you hurt my brother! FINN!" He yelled uselessly, pulling at the unbreakable iron wire holding him back, "Stop it! Just- don't!" Kendril simply pursed his lips before shifting his hand to point at the back of Blaine's head, "NO!" Kurt cried out, feeling his blood making his wrists slick as the bonds cut into his skin, "Stop! Don't you dare hurt him you bastard!"
Kendril smiled widely, "Guess I've got a winner." He said, looking down at Blaine before pulling his thumb back and twitching his wrist, "Bang." Blaine's body fell over sideways, not moving. Kurt wanted to scream, cry, kill… but he could only stare in absolute horror as the boy he'd loved since he'd first laid eyes on him was fallen over, dead, "I guess that's kind of like killing two birds with one stone. No more Mr. Anderson means no more Andy."
"What?" Kurt choked, looking up at Kendril with tear-blurred vision.
"You can't seriously be that dense, can you? Andy? ... Anderson? Lima should really reconsider who they want protecting their town if you couldn't even connect those dots." He shrugged, stepping behind Finn who was now shaking like a leaf, "Would you give up your powers now, or would you like me to take care of your stepbrother as well? I'll also have you know, I have eyes on your dear old daddy at his shop… It'd be a damn shame if he were scared into another heart attack when his stepson's head is sent to him in a box instead of car parts." Kurt couldn't keep his eyes off of Blaine's limp form. Blaine was Andy. Blaine was his source. The one who helped him through everything… Who'd warned him about not going straight into the trap at McKinley… Blaine was trying to protect him while also doing his job, "What do you say, Kurtie?"
Using the slickness of blood, Kurt was able to slip his wrists from the bindings. He glared up at Kendril, pure hatred seeping from every pore of his body, "Fine."
"Fine, what?"
Kurt let his eyes flicker once more to Blaine's dead body making his resolve that much stronger. He'd do this for Blaine. "I give up."
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