Warnings: violence

A/N: Almost done guys :)

Eli hadn't been kidding about keeping him chained to the bed all the time. Blaine whimpered, pulling against the restraints as he tried to curl in on himself. It was cold and Eli hadn't given him a blanket and everything hurt. Every breath he took caused sharp searing pain along his right side, his head throbbed, his nose felt like it was broken, and the pain he'd felt in his left ankle and foot had disappeared a little while ago leaving his whole lower leg tingling and numb.

Eli wasn't talking to him either and Blaine felt like he was lucky he wasn't gagged. Eli used to always sleep in the bed with him but now he seemed to be ignoring Blaine as much as possible unless he had to let Blaine out of the restraints to use the bathroom or eat.

The silence terrified him. Before, Eli was always chatty, even when Blaine had refused, or been too scared to talk to him, he'd been constantly jabbering. He'd talk about his life, his plans for their future, like Blaine was already madly in love him. But now… nothing.

He was angry, Blaine could tell that much from the few times they'd made eye contact in the past two days. He was also hurt. He looked so sad, and rejected, and Blaine almost felt bad for him. Which then terrified him even more because it made him feel like he was developing Stockholm Syndrome.

He didn't care about Eli. He had kidnapped and raped him, multiple times. So everytime he felt the slightest bit guilty about Eli's reaction to his fantasizing, he just fantasized some more. It wasn't even about Kurt all the time anymore. He'd dream of being at his house, sure he would probably be alone, his parents at work or on business trips, but he'd be safe in his own bed. He'd dream of visiting Cooper in L.A. or talking to him on the phone while he yammered on and on, recounting some (most likely made up) story about meeting Will Ferrell, or Neil Patrick Harris.

He'd picture Glee, with Mr. Shue's terrible lesson plans, and Kitty's snappy remarks, Brittany and Sam being sickeningly adorable as the cuddled all throughout the class, and Artie and Ryder flicking paper footballs at each other when Will's back was turned.

He didn't care if he ever saw Kurt again, anymore. He'd be fine if Kurt never talked to him again. If Kurt thought he was disgusting because of what Eli had done to him. He just wanted to go home.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of tears and heard the doorbell ring upstairs.

—

Kurt parked his car in front of Eli's house. It sure didn't look like the house of a creepy stalker-slash-kidnapper. The yard was perfect with a cute little garden that curved around the side of the house and even a birdbath by the front walk. It looked like his grandmother's house, not the house of the guy who had kidnapped his boyfriend.

He stepped out of his Navigator, approaching the house cautiously, looking for any sign that Blaine was there. He paused when he saw the basement window nestled behind the garden.

It had bars over it.

Kurt couldn't understand why there were bars on the window. This was one of the safest neighborhoods in Lima. They even had one of those neighborhood watch groups that drove around at night to make sure there were no rowdy teenagers goofing around and threatening to corrupt their perfect little homes.

Plus, that window was incredibly tiny. Someone would have to be desperate to get through it to even try squeezing in or out of that thing. They'd also have to very small and compact. Like a certain missing ex-Warbler.

Kurt straightened up from his crouched position from looking at the window and climbed the steps to the porch. He rang the doorbell and shifted on the balls of his feet nervously. What if Eli was like a really big guy who could kill Kurt with his thumbs, or he was a martial arts master, or had a gun, or—

The door opened.

—or was incredibly gorgeous.

Kurt stood there dumbly with his jaw on the ground, looking at who he could only assume was Eli. He looked early twenties (so not a creepy old man like Kurt had worried about) and he had these beautiful green eyes that were red and puffy right now and, oh, he'd been crying.

Kurt's mind reeled. What was he crying about? Was he crying over Blaine? Was he worried about him? Had he really cared about Blaine? Was he just as hurt by the whole cheating debacle as Kurt was?

"Do you need something?" he asked, sounding slightly annoyed and a lot exhausted.

"Umm, umm, yes," Kurt shook his head to clear it. Eli may be sad, but that doesn't rule out all his suspicious behavior, "I'm Kurt Hummel," Eli stiffened slightly, his eyes out to the street behind Kurt, "and, um, I'm sure you've heard about the teen that went missing about a month ago, Blaine Anderson," Eli's eyes narrowed into slits and he nodded, "well, we got an anonymous tip that he was seen in this area, so I'm just going door to door, seeing if anyone had any information that could help us find him."

It was the story Kurt had made up, knowing he couldn't very well say, 'so I saw that you are the guy that slept with my boyfriend, and now I have a feeling you might have kidnapped him. Mind if I take a look around your house?'

Eli looked less sad now, and more livid, a dangerous light dancing in his eyes, and Kurt was almost positive he was right about Eli having Blaine now. "I haven't seen anything," he said, his voice chillingly calm compared to his expression.

"Well, has anyone in the neighborhood been acting different—" Kurt was trying to sneak a peek into the house, see if he could see Blaine or any sign of him being in there but Eli was closing the door.

"No," Eli shook his head, "I have to go," he slammed the door in Kurt's face and locked it behind him. Kurt jumped back a little, well he's definitely suspect numero uno now. He pressed his ear to the door, listening closely. He heard another door inside the house open and the Eli clomping down some stairs. The basement.

Kurt scurried through the garden and kneeled next to the window. He reached through the bars and pried the window open, thankful that it wasn't latched from the inside, and listened.

"E-Eli?" he heard a small, hoarse voice stutter out and then the creaking of a mattress and the clanking of chains. Kurt's heart broke as he heard a terrified whimper and the sound of someone pulling against restraints.

"You dumb, lying slut," Eli hissed. Kurt's heart broke as he heard a terrified whimper and a sharp slap. "You went outside, Blaine, you tried to leave me."

"No… Eli, I-I di—" Kurt hear another smack and this time Blaine's cry of pain was louder.

He scrambled to his feet and pulled his cell phone out.

"Lima Police Department."

—

Blaine heard Eli coming down the stairs and immediately turned his face to the side, trying to wipe away the evidence of his tears on the pillow. It didn't work. He looked up when Eli hit the bottom of the stairs and his entire body tensed.

Eli was angry. Not just angry, even, he looked down right pissed. Even more pissed than when Blaine had moaned Kurt's name during the blow job.

"E-eli," he croaked out, his voice rough from the tears. Eli climbed on top of him on the bed and Blaine's whole body went rigid. No, no, no, not again. If anything good had come from Eli's anger it was that he wouldn't touch Blaine, and Blaine had hoped that he would never have to suffer through sex with him again. And if the look on Eli's face was any indication, it was going to be extremely painful for Blaine.

"You, dumb, lying slut," Eli growled at him as he started unlocking Blaine's chains. Blaine's entire body started shaking and he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. Eli slapped him hard across the face and Blaine gasped his watery eyes snapping back open. Don't look away from Eli during sex, he scolded himself,unless you're damn sure you look like you're in rapture, he doesn't like you looking away from him.

"You went outside, Blaine, you tried to leave me," Eli's voice cracked and Blaine's jaw dropped. Went outside? He never went outside. He'd been too scared Eli had booby traps set up out there for him.

"No… Eli I-I di—" Eli slapped him again, harder and Blaine couldn't help the pained cry that escaped his mouth. Eli finally had the cuffs off and yanked Blaine harshly up from the bed.

"Eli," Blaine tried to reason again, his legs stiff and struggling to keep up with Eli's quick pace as he dragged him towards the stairs, "I-I've never… gone out-outside. I pro—"

Eli slammed him up against the stair railing and Blaine's words cut off as renewed pain seared up his right side. He'd already guessed at some of his ribs being cracked or broken from the fall down the steps, but they're never hurt like this before. Blaine's lungs worked to pull in air that just didn't seem to want to go in.

"Someone saw you," Eli hissed. Blaine's eyes blurred as he tried to focus on Eli's face, mere centimeters from his. "And that twink of an ex-boyfriend of yours came to the door asking about you."

Blaine's foggy brain caught exactly one part of that sentence. Ex-boyfriend. Kurt. Kurt was there, or had been. Kurt was looking for him.

"Kur-rt!" Blaine screamed, his voice cracking mid word, as he tried to pull away from Eli. He managed to knock Eli's hands off and started stumbling up the stairs.

"Blaine!"

Oh god, his voice was like an angel's. He'd missed it so much.

"Kur—" he barely registered Eli catching his ankle before his head hit the steps.

—

Kurt checked all the windows around the house after he hung up with the police. Finally he found one that was unlatched and shoved it up, climbing through and into a bedroom. He looked at the bed, perfectly made, and wondered if Blaine had ever spent time on that bed or if he had been chained up downstairs for the past month.

Both options made Kurt sick to his stomach, because if Blaine had slept on that bed, it would have been because of good behaviour, and he didn't even want to think of what counted as good behaviour for Eli.

He crept through the house in search of the door to the basement. He could hear commotion downstairs, but he couldn't let Eli know he was there. Surprise was his greatest asset right now.

"Kur-rt!"

Kurt heard the scream, Blaine's voice. His Blaine, calling out to him. The response was out of his mouth before his brain caught up.

"Blaine!"

So much, for surprise.

"Ku—" A loud thud followed and then a few more and an eerie silence.

Kurt rushed through the house and, finally finding the door to the basement, catapulted down the steps. He froze at what he saw there, Blaine was lying in the heap on the ground, unmoving except for his stuttered and labored breaths and Eli was looking down at him in shock.

Eli was muttering to himself, his hands covering his mouth and as Kurt approached he could hear what he was saying. "You stupid, stupid idiot," he whimpered, "I lo-love you. Why can't—can't you acc-ccept that? I didn't…m-mean…"

"Blaine," Kurt whispered dropping to his knees beside the smaller teen. Eli seemed to be too out of it to do anything, to help Blaine or to keep Kurt away. "Blaine, baby," Kurt put his hand on his shoulder and that seemed to snap Eli out of his trance.

"No!" he screeched, lunging for Kurt and pulling him off of Blaine, "He's mine!" he threw Kurt against the wall, "You can't have him!"

Kurt threw his arms in front of his face as Eli tried to claw his eyes out, cowering into the wall. Eli was insane, pouncing on Kurt like lioness protecting her cub. Eli grabbed his shoulders and slammed him against the concrete, Kurt's head made a loud crack against it and he yelped in pain, struggling to push Eli off of him. Eli was relentless in his attack, smack and punching at every part of Kurt he could reach, sobbing all the while.

A quiet moan from the floor caught Kurt's attention and his eyes darted to Blaine who was stirring weakly. Blaine's eyes fluttered open and he saw Eli attacking Kurt. All the strength left in his body surged and he pushed himself to his feet, lunging at Eli and tackling him to the ground.

Kurt coughed and slid down the wall, watching Blaine and Eli struggling in shock.

"B-blaine… my love, you're—" Blaine punched him once and Eli fell limp.

"D-don't… call me… that," Blaine whimpered, slapping Eli's chest pitifully, the adrenaline draining and leaving him exhausted. "You… you raped me, I didn't…want… I didn't want—" Blaine broke off into heart wrenching sobs, doubling over.

Kurt crawled over and wrapped himself around him.

"Shh," he whispered in his ear, hearing the door being broken down upstairs, "I got you, sweetheart, I got you."

"Kurt," Blaine cried, struggling to turn around and face him. Kurt helped by shoving Eli away a little bit and then Blaine was clinging to him for all he was worth, his arms around his waist like a vise, his face buried in his shoulder as he sobbed, "I love y-you," he hiccuped, "I love you, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou…"