A.N. Thank you all so much for all the support for the flashback chapter! It was a risk writing it but I'm glad I did. Sorry to those who found themselves suddenly feeling sorry for Sebastian – I know after the plot so far you wouldn't have wanted to feel anything but hate for him. Still, I thought it was important. I was shocked to come to this chapter and find that it was pretty much the penultimate chapter: the next one is the closer and an epilogue might not be necessary. So this is probably the second last part of the fic! D: I'm gutted; I love writing Funny Games. I had another part of the story in mind but discovered it was really messy so I've cut it out. Anyways, I want to thank you guys who have been repeatedly coming back to this and not commenting on the plot holes or grammar/spelling errors and just giving me loads of encouragement. I know there are so many better dark!Klaine fics out there now so I'm just so happy other fans of the genre still take time out to consider my fics. Okay, enough gushing, I know no one likes it. :P

Apologies: I will be unable to write over the next few days (Commonwealth Games in my home city of Glasgow – WOO!) so essentially tonight was the only time I could update. That means I have admittedly rushed through this chapter which is a shame since so much happens in such a small piece. Maybe I'll come back and rewrite it when I have more than just a couple of hours. So please take this chapter with a pinch of salt.

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Almost Happy: To my #1 junkie – thank you for choosing me as your dealer. ;) We'll both be twisted and drugged up on smut/rape/stuff together. Without spoiling anything, I will say that Kurt eventually figures out one way to use Blaine's weakness against him but bear in mind Blaine is used to being one step ahead. Don't trust him. As for his possessiveness...yeah, this chapter is the point of no return for him. He made his choice, I just hope you like it in the plot. 3

MrsMusicAddict: Poor Sebastian... I'm glad you felt a bit torn because of his life before because I wanted to have that 'Is he really as bad as I first thought?' vibe. As for him snapping sometime soon, what he overheard in the bedroom was pretty much the last straw. All bets are off. Teamed with alcohol for 'dutch courage' I'm afraid he's going to sever ties and try to set things right again for the sake of the games. But Blaine... Please let me know if you like what happens, okay? w

Shana: I'm so sorry I made you cry! I never wrote Hunter before but I liked it – I plan to use him in an upcoming fic, once again pairing him with Sebastian but he messes with him to the point you hate him. Your logical thinking is pretty much dead on: Sebastian has nothing now but has lost so much so he has to protect the game. Though it's not Kurt's fault at all, the same way Hunter was Sebastian's weakness, Kurt is Blaine's. So to hurt Blaine, you need to go after Kurt. I hope those last few days vacation work weren't too despairing – you survived! =D

Please enjoy and review – each one is cradled with love. A love that evil Blaine would not comprehend.

We Knew It Would End Like This

When the heavy metal music first blasted out, it seemed to shake the house to its very foundations. The glass on the windows quivered from the strong vibrations as the walls filled with a very noticeable hum. Even on his bed Kurt could feel the pounding of the ugly clashing of misused instruments. The sudden noise had alarmed him and he had unwillingly hidden into the body above for some kind of protection. Blaine was more than willing to provide that protection. Still nestled between the teen's thighs, he stretched out over the boy and hushed him softly.

'It's okay; it's just Sebastian playing his music.' Lips nibbled at the ear lobe after speaking.

Kurt resisted the urge to fight him off. He had almost let himself do it from sheer shock and instinct but he had just experienced a breakthrough at the expense of his own dignity and had gained a new sense of self-loathing in the process; he could not slip up now. Blaine loved him. Or at least he felt something he was mistaking for love, because no one like Blaine could have the capacity to feel anything so pure and good. Kurt had to pretend to believe him, though, and to let his rapist hold on to the belief that Kurt too was capable of loving him. Both Kurt and Finn's lives depended on it. 'Finn...' Kurt bit back but Blaine heard him and pulled back to gaze into his eyes. 'I-I want to know he's okay.'

Blaine's hands ran up his sides and then lightly pressed down on his shoulders in time with his lips on Kurt's. 'Don't worry about him.'

'H-he's my brother,' Kurt gasped. He was trying desperately not to sound whiny as he doubted Blaine would approve of that. 'Sebastian will hurt him – please, I need to know he's okay.'

If the breakthrough had not been felt before, it spoke volumes when Blaine simply sighed and then kneeled up. His hair was mussed up bad and his lips were dark to match his flushed skin; Kurt could only imagine he looked like something similar through strikingly less sexy than the man perched between his legs. Still, those hungry eyes on him made his body want to coil up from feeling self conscious. Even after coming inside of Kurt three times in the past hour, Blaine looked ready to devour the boy once more if he couldn't restrain himself. He smiled vaguely and held up a finger. 'I'll take you downstairs if – and only if – you join me in the shower first.'

By the time Kurt's damp-in-their-socks feet padded down the stairs towards the living room, over thirty minutes had passed since the heavy metal music had first began blaring through Uncle Louis' speakers. Blaine's hand on his shoulder told him he still had to act obedient and therefore he did not run down. Instead he walked, albeit quickly. He caught sight of the door to the cupboard he had left Louis locked inside hours before. Was his uncle still in there? Had he got out, or had he been found already? No one had said anything but it was unlikely a duo such as Blaine and Sebastian had overlooked the disappearance of one of their players. Push it to the back of your mind, don't let it distract you. Not now.As it happened, Kurt needn't have made the effort to forget about Louis as the moment he stepped into the living room all other thoughts that might have occupied his mind vanished upon one sight.

'Finn!'

As Kurt ran to Finn's side on the couch Blaine stood by the doorway and watched. Grabbing his brother's head and pulling it up to meet his, Kurt choked out a cry of horrified despair. The raw band marks around the footballers neck were so prominent even the belt hole indents could be made out. Kurt's quaking fingers ghosted along it and then shot to cover his mouth. 'Finn, wake up,' he cried and violently slapped his brother's face. No reaction. 'Finn! Stop it!' Another slap and Finn's head fell backwards onto the couch. It was then Kurt hurled the boy onto the floor and rolled him onto his back. Blaine took a step forward with a hand outstretched to stop Kurt when he straddled Finn and his lips met the still, half-opened mouth. Blaine only paused when he realised Kurt was trying to carry out CPR though it was obvious he had never had any form of training nor any real idea other than perhaps what he had seen in movies. Still, he knew to tilt the head back and pinch the nose before blowing three large lungfuls of air into him. He then beat his clasped hands into Finn's chest counting upwards in a small, borderline-hysteric voice.

Blaine had performed CPR numerous times in his life and only once had his efforts been in vain. However, he did not step in. He wasn't sure he wanted to. On one hand he had finally broken Kurt to the level he needed; it was very much possible if Finn were dead all his hard work and Kurt's acceptance of his love would be lost. He would believe that killing was all Blaine was capable of, even though Finn had not been his direct casualty, and Blaine wasn't sure he could cope with Kurt to change his mind now. That being said...Finn was going to die. He couldn't have the half-giant freak follow him around when he stole Kurt away. Sebastian was a mystery but Finn was a definite handicap and he would not allow for anyone to step in on Blaine's desires. For that reason, despite the risk, Blaine did not aid Kurt in reviving his brother. Sebastian should not have done this, that was for sure, but who was Blaine to bring life back to the thorn in his side when it might have been a blessing in disguise if Finn had just slipped away earlier-

Finn coughed. His eyes opened and the bloodshot stare saw nothing but clouds and sections of Kurt's tear-stricken face. Erupting in renewed sobs, Kurt flung himself down and wailed into Finn's shoulder. Finn continued to cough and wheeze, his airway having been half-crushed and trying to recover from the brink of death where he had been lingering for almost too long. After a minute, he gathered enough strength to urge Kurt up. He had noticed Blaine's presence and it seemed his blissful bout of amnesia had been cut short by the sight of him. Kurt turned his accusing gaze up to Blaine's and all the dark haired man saw was hate. Blaine had not done this yet Kurt was glaring at him with as much spite as he could muster in his emotional breakdown. Though not noticed, Blaine swallowed. Shaking in newfound anger, he shouted out 'Sebastian!'

The clatter of objects falling to the ground announced Sebastian's approach. The taller of the two killers sauntered into the living room with a bottle of Uncle Louis Scotch whisky hanging loosely in one hand. He gave a crooked smile when he saw the brothers on the floor. 'Well, whaddya know – it's a resurrection miracle!' He announced, amused. He most definitely was not drunk however the effects of the alcohol had started to take hold. He laughed loudly and then turned to fully face his comrade. 'Why the long face, Blaine? Was twinky-toes not as good as you remember?'

Blaine's head ducked and his dark glare caused Kurt to usher himself and Finn back into the corner of the room despite the fact Sebastian was the one on the receiving end. 'You abandoned him half-dead to get yourself wasted?' Blaine's question was hissed quietly.

Sebastian looked affronted and waved the whisky bottle up into the air in over-done disbelief. His own eyes darkened too as he bitterly recounted 'What are you talking about? It's almost morning, Blaine. All I was trying to do was make good on our standard bet – or had you forgotten that's why we're here?'

The tension could have been cut with a knife. All were silent; Finn and Kurt clutching one another in the corner while some type of wordless battle raged on between Blaine and Sebastian. Right before Kurt had been taken from the car over an hour ago, he had witnessed firsthand the cracks in the pair's joint armour but it was nothing compared to now. Something had definitely changed, though it was a mystery what. All that could be known for sure was danger lurked so close to the surface it seemed like one wrong miniscule move could bring about utter devastation. At last Blaine stormed forward and grasped Sebastian's arm to yank him away into the kitchen. Kurt and Finn knew better than to move out of their corner; the silent display they had just witnessed was enough proof.

'Get the fuck off me-!' Sebastian growled as he was ushered up against the refrigerator. He swiped Blaine's hand off him and for the first time in his life he stepped into Blaine. Though having a slight height advantage, a familiar twinge of fear struck him under Blaine's unwavering stare. 'All this bullshit anger just because I jeopardised your oh-so-precious progress with Kurt? Well, hasn't someone been well-and-truly whipped!' In a blinding flash of movement, Blaine's left hand took firm hold of Sebastian's shirt and he hurled him into the refrigerator door with a loud bang. Then, a tight, white-knuckled fist took form and Blaine's furious face looked ready to realise a heavy blow to his partner's cheek. Instead of recoiling, though, Sebastian leaned his head forward and sneered 'Do it. Go on, Blaine, hit me. I know you want to and we all know you always do what you want. But first, just admit that you have no intention of killing Kurt. In fact...did you ever plan to kill him after that first night?'

Blaine said nothing. His fist stilled and his expression hardened with resentment.

Sebastian laughed humourlessly. 'I knew it...' In a moment of role-reversal, Sebastian shoved off Blaine's hold and pushed the 'leader' back so Blaine had to reach back to grab the counter behind him. Now across the kitchen from one another, they stared one another out until finally a bitter smile stretched across Sebastian's face. 'Unlike you, Blaine, I still care about the games. I'm winning this goddamn bet.'

Without warning and before Blaine could stop him, Sebastian stampeded back into the living room. Kurt and Finn both looked up in time to see the tall man reach behind him and pull out his handgun. A scream broke out and immediately the two brothers scrambled back (with Finn doing nothing more than rolling pathetically back and forth as he was pulled by Kurt) yet it was all in vain. Blaine had only managed to reach the living room doorway by the time Sebastian's foot pounded into Finn's chest, immobilising him in pain, and his hand grabbed Kurt's hair to yank him up.

Blaine dove forward but Sebastian twisted back to face him too quickly and demanded he stop. The tip of the gun was pressed the younger boy's temple. As terrified boulders of fresh tears tumbled down his cheeks, Kurt's legs gave way and he was only just held up. 'Sebastian, stop!' Blaine held up both hands and resisted the urge to come any closer in case it resulted in his partner shooting. 'This isn't how we play!'

'Since when do you 'play' anymore, Blaine? Huh?' Sebastian snapped back. He jostled himself and Kurt back to put more space between them and the other two. His eyes never left Blaine's and his fingers never let up on the gun. Kurt pleaded in babbles as he gripped onto Sebastian's arm. It meant nothing to him now to see Blaine looking sick and positively shaken. 'He's the problem,' The gun jammed into Kurt's head again. 'You're like a fucking pussy now, you know that? All that 'love' shit, you thought I wouldn't notice?'

'Sebastian, c'mon...' Blaine said as calmly as he could. He took a step forward. He could tell Sebastian was beyond scaring. How could he have been so dumb as to let it get to this? He had to try talking him out of it. There was no other option. 'This isn't necessary. Let's just do things the way we normally d-'

'Necessary?' Sebastian blanched comically and let out another humourless laugh. He snarled 'Of course it's necessary. The same way killing Hunter was necessary. Remember? 'For the sake of the games'. It was in this last statement his voice cracked. Eyes watering and his lips panting, he continued. 'I remember.'

Hunter. There was that name again. However, Kurt was in no mental state to take it in. Finn was too busy pulling himself pathetically across the floor trying in vain to reach something useful to use as a weapon. Blaine, however, looked struck to the bone. Realisation and understanding dawned on his face like a light bulb flickering on for the first time. It hadn't made sense before then why Sebastian displayed so many signs of, what was it, jealousy? But now it was as clear as day. Anger simmering to the point of non-existence, the dark curled man shook his head faintly 'Oh my god,' Blaine whispered, all other emotion draining from him except hurt and remorse. ''Bastian...I-I didn't think-' He shook his head, 'I'm so...sorry.' Sebastian bit down on the inside of his lip but it did not halt his snivelling or stop the tears finally spilling down. He couldn't remember the last time Blaine apologised and meant it, it stung his heart to finally hear him say it again even though every inch of Sebastian's heart demanded he hate him for ever causing him so much turmoil. Blaine took another step forward but this time it was not apprehensive. It was with pity and consideration. 'I am so sorry I didn't see it before. You and Hunter... I- You're right. Of course you're right. After what I made you do... I need to do the same. No weakness.'

Sebastian did not let up his hold on Kurt but there was no where else for him to go after backing himself into the wall. 'Stop fucking with me, asshole,' He spat, though his eyes were still searching Blaine's for something – anything – to tell him that perhaps Blaine did understand.

'I'm not fucking with you, idiot,' Blaine said softly. 'Why didn't you tell me? Why did you let me get in so deep?' Sebastian had no answer. Blaine was now close enough to touch him but his partner made no move to attack. Kurt stilled, his only thought being after all he's been though he might just die sandwiched between the reconciling bodies of killers. Failure. Failure. You failed, time to die. 'Why didn't you tell me when you first knew? It didn't have to get like this.' Sebastian couldn't move. His brain was fuzzed up and all he could focus on was Blaine's pained eyes. He felt a fool. Was he really that filled with hate he let Blaine gain his own weakness like he had with Hunter? Of course there was only one way out; you get rid of your weakness. You cannot play the game if you have a chink in your armour. Blaine knew that better than anyone. 'I didn't know you were still tortured by what I made you do. I'm such an idiot.' Blaine uttered honestly. His arms slid round Sebastian's waist and for the first time in two years he pulled his comrade into an embrace. Sebastian seized up, his finger still poised on the trigger and his hand still holding Kurt's head in place, but then he felt Blaine's cheek against his. Had Blaine been interested in disarming him he could have tried attacking now. But Blaine barely noticed anything, especially the teen at his side. Sebastian's hand shook so violently they at last released Kurt and the boy fell to the floor.

As Kurt crawled back along the floor to Finn, Sebastian flung his arms around Blaine and held on tight. 'I thought you knew. Me and Hunter...you and him... How could you not see it?' Sebastian moaned into Blaine's shoulder as the slightly shorter man hushed him gently and ran his hands up and down his back in a manner very alien to them; with love. 'We're just the same. You and him. Me and Hunt. Such an idiot, Blaine, a fucking idiot falling for him. You're own fucking rules-'

'Shh...' Blaine whispered into Sebastian's neck as claw-like fingers dug into his back desperately. 'I know. I wasn't paying attention. But...Sebastian, there is still one...small...difference.' Sebastian sniffed and made to pull away – only, he couldn't. By the time Blaine stepped him up against the wall it was obvious from the taller man's eyes he knew something wasn't right.

That was when the knife plunged in.

Sebastian's eyes widened but not a sound other than a slight breath hitch escaped his lips. Blaine slowly used his free, non-knife wielding hand to ease Sebastian's head back and he leaned their foreheads together. 'One difference. You want to know what it is?' The knife slit back out with a loud slicing sound; the torn shirt began reddening from the wound on the torso. Staring deep into Sebastian's eye, Blaine thrust the knife in again, this time on the other side of his stomach. Sebastian's mouth opened and he seemed to choke on his own air. 'The difference between you and I,' Blaine's voice hardened as his lips ghosted over Sebastian's. 'is that, unlike you, I will kill to keep my Hunter.' For someone who was now internally bleeding from two deep stab wounds, Sebastian struggled to respond with any type of reaction other than to gaze back in complete and utter shock. Silent. Beyond agony. His arms vaguely pushed at Blaine but they did nothing. Blaine, on the other hand, held him upright and flushed against the wall. Eye contact never once breaking, Blaine held his waist tenderly and with a tone so unnaturally gentle he whispered 'You just lay down and took it. You always were a little prissy bitch. Never could stand alone, could you? What will you do now...without me?'

With that, Blaine stepped back and peeled the blade out with him. Sebastian fell to the floor at his feet and slowly crumpled onto his stomach. Wheezing and his fingernails weakly clawing into the carpet, Sebastian's sight unhinged and it was like he had become blind. Blaine watched with a small frown playing upon his lips. Sebastian coughed. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. Without a sound, Blaine reached down and plucked the gun from Sebastian's fallen side and turned away from the Hudson-Hummel brothers.

Struck in horror and disbelief at what they had just witnessed, Kurt and Finn could do nothing but shake into each other's sides, grabbing on because they could not understand. Sebastian's eyes found them and as Blaine busied himself with the gun the three other young men just stared across the room. There was little feeling in the dying Sebastian's face other than detached surprise. Blood was now oozing out from under him. Blaine gave a look of vague disgust and stepped away. In silence they watched as Sebastian swallowed, took a few struggled breaths and then let his eyelids fall shut.

Then all was still.

Blaine gave a loud sigh and toed his ex-partners side to make sure he was not faking. Then he flippantly tossed the gun onto the armchair nearby and ran his fingers through his hair. 'Shit.' He muttered, though it was not heartfelt.

'Is he...?' Kurt found himself asking, his voice shaking though he could not work out why his heart was breaking in such a way.

Blaine smiled. 'With those holes in him? He's better off, don't you think?' He laughed; it was light and playful.

'I can't believe you can be this way.' It was Finn who spoke. Having gathered enough strength to lean up against the side of the couch, he watched Blaine with an air of pure repulsion. 'How could you? It's one thing to do it to strangers but – but he was your friend!'

'Watch yourself, Finn,' Blaine warned in a sing-song though his eyes flashed dangerously as he rounded on the two boys on the floor. Kurt fearfully looked to his brother and willed him to say nothing more.

'How can you not care? How can you be so freakin' calm?'

'Finn, stop-!'

'No, Kurt, let him speak.' Blaine stalked forwards and easily tossed Kurt off to the side when he tried to shuffle between them. Leering over the quarterback, Blaine smiled nastily. 'Here's the truth, Finn-y boy. You. Know. Nothing. What's more, you don't know me.' He laughed. 'You don't know how I run things but I'll give you my motto: keep people around until they run out of use. He,' he lazily jerked his thumb back to Sebastian's body. 'ran his course. It was his own fault. He knew he needed to be useful but he got himself in my way. He was overly sentimental and didn't ever quite get it. There was always a part of him that believed I cared, and I didn't. He always had an expiration date and I guess that date is today.' He then leaned over and placed both hands on his knees so he could bring his face inches from Finn's. 'And I hate to say it, Finn, but you just ran your course too. Take it as a win that you managed to outlive Sebastian a little.' Finn's eyes bulged; the knife – still soaked in Sebastian's scarlet blood – slipped out once more.

What does it matter if Finn dies by my hands? Sebastian...Well, he's out of the way. Finn is the only other loose end. Kurt will learn to forget. He'll hate me but I'll change him. He's all I need, all I'll ever need. Time is all we need and he'll come to know it was all necessary. I didn't want to set myself back like this but the asshole is asking for it. I've wanted to do this so fucking long...

Grabbing the weakened teen from behind, wrapping an arm tight across his head, Blaine raised the knife and aimed his swipe at Finn's exposed throat. Finn's scream came out as a simple rasp of air.

'STOP!'

Both Finn and Blaine turned their heads. Somehow Kurt had managed to get across to the other side of the room beside Sebastian. In his quivering hands was the gun; it pointed downwards to the floor. Blaine rapidly hooked Finn under his arm, keeping him hostage with the knife coming down to lick at his neck. 'Kurt, don't be dumb-' Blaine warned, his eyes wild and his breaths coming out in what seemed to be anxious panting.

'Shut up and let him go.' Kurt snapped. That was enough. He had had enough, dammit! Watching Sebastian's life seep out from him like milk from a carton – it was all he needed to understand this was all just a mess of shit. He took one step forward and he motioned with the gun towards Finn. 'I said let him go!'

Blaine licked his lips carefully and never once took his eyes from Kurt's. A little smile broke out on his lips and he tucked his chin into the crook of Finn's neck whilst sliding his full body behind the teen. 'Kurt, listen to me.' His soothing words had the essence of condescension, as if Kurt was being foolish in the eyes of the greater Blaine. It flared up Kurt's anger more. 'This is ridiculous. Put the gun down. I mean, look! We're at a stalemate: you can't shoot me without endangering Finn. You wouldn't do that, would you?' The smile on his face was smug. He continued to watch the smaller teen several feet away with the quiet notion that he would have to punish him the moment he took control again. Kurt was being so childish thinking he could take the reins.

However, a smile of his own then stretched out on Kurt's lips. One void of anything but half-amused anger. 'That would be so true,' Kurt mumbled as he nodded. 'But, you see...you aren't the target.'

And he then pulled the gun up and put the nozzle underneath his own chin.

A.N. My signature cliff-hanger! XD I seriously hope you enjoyed this rushed update. If I could have spent more time on it I would have. If you're interested, there will be a new poll on my profile relating to Sebastian you can vote on. Please review and share your thoughts!