Hostage
Chapter 10
"Good morning." Rachael said cheerily as she skipped into the Hummel's kitchen. Since she had come because of Kurt he had insisted she stay with them instead of booking a hotel. Mr. Hummel or Burt as he liked to be called was sitting at the counter bent over a cup of coffee. "Did you have a nice rest? I did."
Burt sighed. "Rachel-" She either didn't hear him or chose to keep talking.
"I don't know but something makes me feel like todays going to be a good day and that we'll find out some good news today." She smiled and opened the fridge, pulling out the orange juice. She had stayed here many times so she was perfectly comfortable around the house.
"Rachel," He hesitated, not wanting to tell her and crush her optimistic mood.
"Yes?" She answered, a smile still on her face as she poured a glass of orange juice.
"Something happened last night and Kurt… Kurt's not doing too well." She set the glass back on the table, as a look of concern washed over her face.
"Is he okay?"
"Physically yes but that's about it."
"What happened?" Burt took a deep breath, not sure how to answer.
"You know you can tell me." She said.
"Late last night Kurt got a text from who the police believe was Blaine's kidnapper."
"What did it say?"
"Something about meeting him somewhere if he wanted Blaine back." Rachel gasped.
"He didn't! He wouldn't. He's not that stupid to just walk into a trap like that.'
His father shook his head. "He wasn't thinking straight… I guess and well… he went." Rachel's face was concerned as she started silently at Burt, waiting for more.
"When he got there… he found them… and Blaine."
"Blaine? Is he back? Did they rescue him."
Burt shook his head solemnly. "They … they… they killed him, Rachel." She placed a hand over her mouth as tears slid down her cheeks.
"Do we know for sure? It could have been a trick."
"Kurt… Kurt saw. It was done in front of him."
"I… I have to go talk to him." She said walking towards his door.
"Rachel-" She stopped and turned to him. "He's very… fragile right now. Don't do anything or say anything too harsh." She nodded and continued up the stairs to Kurt's room.
When she got there she slowly slid the door open, peering inside to see him. He was sitting on the bed, staring at nothing with a blank look in his eye.
"Kurt." She whispered, her voice breaking as she walked in and sat down on the bed next to him. He didn't even acknowledge her presence.
"He's gone." He whispered after a minute.
"Kurt, I know it's rou-"
"He's gone. He's really gone." He said, looking at her, fresh tears sliding down his cheeks.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry." She whispered, wrapping her arm around him.
"He was so young." She didn't say anything. "He didn't even get to graduate high-school or go to college or get married or have a family of his own. He didn't deserve that."
"Kurt, I know th-"
"No you don't know. You don't know what it's like to know that he died feeling unloved because of me. If only I'd told him. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe he would have moved to New York with me."
"He would have had to finish high school first." Rachel pointed out, her practical side showing through.
"We would have both made it on Broadway… maybe even together and we could see each other everyday and whisper goodnight before bed and-"
"Kurt, breathe." Rachel reminded him. "Everything's going to be okay."
He laughed a mirthless laugh. "That's what everyone keeps telling me but it's not. It's never going to be the same again. There will always be this whole in my heart that's impossible to fill." She didn't say anything. "I just… I want to be left alone."
"Are you sure?" He nodded. "Do you want me to get you anything?"
"No… I just… I just need some time to mourn." She nodded and kissed his forehead.
"Just call me if you need anything." He nodded. "Kurt, I love you."
"I love you too." And with that she closed the door to his room, leaving him alone to mourn for his lost love.
The car pulled to a halt and Blaine was dragged out the door. He couldn't see anything. Everything was black most likely because of the blindfold covering his eyes. He stumbled as he was led from the car by one of his captors, most likely Eli.
"W-where are we?" He asked.
"You'll see soon enough." He paused. "Watch your step, there's stairs here." He said as he was roughly led up a flight of stairs and into a building. He heard the heavy doors slam behind him. "Stop." Eli commanded. Blaine halted and Eli removed the blindfold from his eyes.
He seemed to be in some sort of extravagant mansion since the room he was in was huge and everything seemed to be coated in gold. There was a marble staircase in front of him where at the top a huge painting of a man hung. The man in the painting looked oddly familiar but for some reason Blaine couldn't place who he was.
"Hello Blaine." A voice said to his right. He recognized the voice immediately and it sent shivers down his spine.
No. No. NO. NO!
Hmm so who do you think it is? Review. Thoughts? Predictions? Ideas? Review. I don't know why but I'm drawing out who's behind it for as long as possible because for some reason I feel like as soon as I reveal it I'll lose a bunch of followers. You guys won't leave right? Right? (Nervous look)
Anyways you guys probably know by now but:
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