Kurt ran down the corridor until he was halted at the front door by none other than Blaine Anderson.

"Kurt, your yelling is giving me a headache," he grumbles yawning tiredly.

"I'll make you a deal, tell me where the hell my daughter is and I'll leave you alone!" Kurt shouts causing Blaine to release a particularly painful wince.

"Kurt, I'm sorry, but I honestly do not know," Blaine answers sincerely while stressing the "not." Kurt looked at him in disbelief and then anger.

"Blaine, I swear to god, if you don't get Sebastain back here with my daughter in the next 15 minutes then your headache will be the least of your problems!" Kurt bellows striding right up to Blaine and getting dangerously close to his face. Blaine has a look of surprise before scolding his features.

"Kurt. I understand that you're upset, but Sebastain left a few hours ago and I really don't know when he will be back," Blaine insists. Kurts face darkens and Blaine becomes genuinely scared.

"Then I'm going to find them," Kurt states pushing past Blaine for the door. Blaine grabs his arm.

"You know I can't let you do that Kurt," Blaine says and Kurt stiffens, "Sebastain's orders." Kurt laughs with his back still to Blaine.

"Try to stop me," he growls pulling Blaine forward by his hand and smashing the smaller man's chest roughly into his shoulder. He turns to maximize the impact and is sure to twist the other man's wrist harshly until he feels the pop of the bone. He just simultaneously winded Blaine while dislocating his wrist, his dominant shooting hand at that. Blaine lay gasping in the doorway as Kurt stepped over him. In a final effort, Blaine grabs out and snags his ankle with his undamaged hand.

"Kurt, please," he gasps out. There was a time in their life where Kurt had loved Blaine, before he left the still held a strong and close relationship. However, the Kurt who stood in the door frame now, was not the same Kurt who left. Kurt looked at him and felt a pang of pity, no guilt. He crouched down and looked into Blaine's pained eyes.

"You did everything you could, but you weren't prepared," Kurt says. He rises and swiftly crashes his heel into the back of Blaine's skull, just enough to knock him out. At least now Sebastain had physical evidence that Blaine was in all ways incapable of stopping him.

Kurt held his 4-year-old daughter close to his chest while she slept soundly. He had successfully snuck out of the mansion while the guards switched for duties and was now boarding a train to a neighboring city. He had to board a plane out of Ohio, but his husbands outreach was far. Kurt knew he had to be very careful in his plan, it had taken him months of careful planning but he was finally doing it. Kurt sat in the cab alone aside from his daughter and a homeless gentleman. He looked at the sleeping man and back to his daughter. He did this! He was actually doing it! Kurt began to sob silently while rocking his daughter. He loved Sebastain, with everything inside him. But he could not allow his daughter to fall victim to the mess they made. Kurt got off the train and took three more trains and three different flights, before finally looping back to North Carolina. There was no reason other than dwindling money, he wanted there to be no way to possibly guess. Sebastain couldn't possibly find them. Kurt didn't realize until a few weeks in just how hard and lonely it was. He had secured a teaching job for kindergarteners and found a cheap apartment to live in, however he missed his family, friends...husband. There were many days when Kurt would pick up the phone to call Sebastain, but he never dialed. He wasn't weak. He refused to play the victim. That's why Kurt decided he needed a hobby, something to give him motivation while proving his strength. Kurt found Elliot Gilbert, an ex-special forces official. They quickly became close friends and Elliot taught Kurt everything he knew. Every day, Kurt would leave, at five o'clock, to take a 3 hour lesson from Elliot before school. He learned all forms of self-defense while also finding himself. Kurt was not weak. He was just never given the strength he needed to prove himself. Now, he was stripped of all his armor and forced to rebuild himself. Kurt was a warrior. And he was ready to fight for himself, and most importantly, the ones he loved.

Sebastain was sitting at the park with Sylvia when he received a call from Finn. He was quickly informed that Kurt had left the house and taken out his best agent with him. Sebastain wasn't sure if he were surprised or not. He had always marveled at Kurt's strength, but now it was posing a potential problem.

"Sy!" Sebastain called out to his daughter, who was playing on the swing with another agent of his, Hunter. She came running toward him with wide arms and a toothy grin. Sebastain couldn't help but return her smile. Luckily those 4 months did little to diminish their relationship and Sebastain was thankful.

"What is it Papa?" Sylvia asked.

"How would you like to find daddy?" Sebastian asked sweetly. Sylvia got a toothy grin and shook her head vigorously. Sebastain laughed at her enthusiasm before picking her up and walking toward their SUV.

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Kurt briskly strode down the sidewalk. He wasn't sure where to begin his search, but he knew where to go for information. Down the street he walked into a family run coffee shop, behind the counter stood a warm, familiar face.

"Oh my word! Is that Kurt Hummel-Smyth?" a woman gasped in surprise.

"Mercedes! Thank god!" Kurt exclaims rushing forward and hugging her tightly, "I need your help."