A.N. I am both happy and ridiculously sad: this is the last chapter. I planned on an epilogue (in the form of media coverage and police reports) but realised there was little point. So I am sorry to say that this is the final part of this particular story. I truly hope you like it and find it acceptable as a final chapter because the support I got for the previous one was immense and I want to say thank you.

Just so you guys are aware, the poll regarding Sebastian's future in a possible third instalment currently stands at the majority saying he lives (and most of those people also say he should be involved in a 'limited and interesting' way). I'm happy with anything but if you really don't agree then please cast your vote on my profile. The gap is tiny, I'm keeping options open in this part but I'll keep it on a little longer until I start writing the third part.

Speaking of another sequel, yes, I plan to write one. I have no idea how soon because I'd love to put out a few other fics I have waiting half-finished in the wings but it will be up at some point and I will try to do it sooner rather than later. A few things though: if you want to read it please make sure you have this fic in your story alerts because I will post a 'New Story Alert' as a new chapter here, just like I did before. Also, I deliberately did not tidy up some loose ends because they may change between now and the writing of the third fic. If you have questions, ask and I will reply. As for this ending I wanted to leave it as a 'What will happen next...?' manner as in season finales (though not Sherlock S2 style finales because that is just cruel). I view the third part as just a pure dark!Blaine susceptible!Kurt (my obsession!) with maybe a pretty major twist... Gah! I am so confused but I can't say anything! Finally: if you really would like to see me focus on one of the story ideas on my profile, tell me which one.

Anyway, please read and enjoy!


Deal's a Deal


The cool metal of the heavy gun barrel seemed to contradict the fire-hot shot it could produce. Kurt swallowed against it but kept pushing it up against his throat. One little movement of my finger and I could be dead... All this horror could be over just like that. For me.

'Holy shit, Kurt, what are you doing? Stop!' Finn bellowed as he wrestled against Blaine's shocked-yet-rigid grasp. The knife against him cut deeper but nobody was in a position to notice. He knew in some crazed, manic way Kurt was trying to be a hero but that didn't stop his heroic moves being utterly reckless. Kurt had to avoid his brother's bulging eyes and keep his resolved stare firmly on Blaine.

The older man was frozen to the spot. All colour had drained from his cheeks and his mouth was slightly ajar moving silently along with what could have been a prayer for Kurt not to hurt himself. 'Kurt...' His voice trembled in a failed attempt to sound in control. Compared to Finn's loud and erratic yelling, he was positively mouse-like. A mouse that had Kurt's brother one quick slice away from death. 'I want you to stop what you're doing. Put- Put that down.'

Taking one deep shuddering breath, Kurt shook his head. 'I want you to let Finn go.' He stated far more confidently than he truly felt. Blaine did not move. Growing more frightened and angry with each passing second, Kurt rearranged his fingering on the gun and held on so tightly the weapon seemed to morph into part of his own hand. 'Deals this: you let Finn and Louis live and you leave them alone forever,' Another breath. 'And in return...I will go with you wherever you want to go without a fight. I'll walk right out the door with you. No escape attempts. No double crossing. No more lies or disobedience,' He spat out the words like they were poisonous. 'And I'll be there until I have, how you put it, 'run my course'.'

Out of all the promises Kurt had ever made in his life, he could not remember ever feeling so trapped and locked within his own words. He was sealing his own fate and the lock felt as solid as the metal barrel against his throat. Words are only words. Make of them what you will... It doesn't need to be final. But it has to be, Kurt, and you know it. It was true that after all the tragic sadistic terrors and heartbreaks Blaine put him through, going back on his word would have almost been like a tiny form of retribution greatly warranted. But Kurt was done playing games. That was the point of this mass murder rampage after all: playing games resulting in torture and death. Kurt didn't care what happened to him as long as his remaining family could escape; one more deal struck and he would be able to check out as a play mate forever. To risk putting Finn and Louis in danger by going back on his own word would be a grand un-doing. Besides...Kurt could feel himself almost welcoming death if it meant never witnessing the sickening horror which had haunted him these past few months. Perhaps Blaine would be kind and snuff him out sooner rather than later. But first, he needed Blaine to comply with the deal. The older man watched him with a look of incredulousness and – could it be? – amusement. He seemed like he had a lot to say about Kurt's proposal.

However, it wasn't Blaine who spoke first. 'Are you crazy?!' Finn shrieked and his face contorted into a furious expression of disbelief. He was largely ignored.

'I think you're bluffing, Kurt.' Blaine said quietly. His intense gaze was now partnered with a calm exterior which unsettled it all more. 'Once I let Finn go, you'll shoot me.'

'Then I guess that's going to be a risk you'll need to decide to take or not.' Kurt replied back instantly. There could be no room for negotiation. No room for weakness. This manner was one someone like Blaine probably admired to a certain extent though obviously he wouldn't have wanted to feel anything of the sort right now. Again, Blaine held his tongue and instead chose to study Kurt closely, as though hoping Kurt would crack under the pressure. It was then the younger teen opted to use the only form of deception Blaine might fall for: the ever treacherous 'half-truth'. 'No matter what way you look at it, one fact remains the same,' Kurt started, 'If Finn dies...I die. I would rather put a bullet through my head than live in a world where he was killed.' Blaine's jealous eyes flickered towards the back of Finn's head. 'And the kicker is, Blaine, I think you understand why. You get it. Because you and I... We've formed something similar, right?' Blaine now looked straight at him with wide eyes. His hands slackened very, very briefly. Kurt tilted his head and frowned sadly. 'Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that you could get over it if I were to pull the trigger right here and now.' For the third and most telling time, Blaine's mouth slipped open half an inch but no words came out. Kurt swallowed. 'If you kill Finn, I kill myself. You'll lose on that side anyway, and that's a guarantee.' Part of him wondered if perhaps he was being a little over-confident in trusting Blaine's 'love' was that strong. If he was wrong, this was going to be a humiliating moment with no doubt bloody consequences. Blaine did not argue. In fact, his hand twisted the knife around in his hand anxiously as it pulled off Finn's skin a couple of inches. But that was not enough for Kurt: for what could be the last time of his life, he needed to control this scene like a captain at his helm. He pulled his finger over and turned his tone bitter. 'Remember when you followed me into Mrs Beaton's house?' Blaine and Finn stared at him, Blaine in suspicion and Finn in confusion. Kurt carried on as if retelling a jovial story from some childhood. 'Chased me up the stairs, didn't you? Trapped me in her bedroom. You came at me. Remember what I found next to her bed?' A strained laugh partnered his taking away of the gun from his skin and waving it briefly in front of them. 'Who knew such a kind old woman would keep such a thing, right? Now...what was it you told me to do with it...' He paused in fake-thought.

Blaine's eyes widened still. 'Kurt,' He warned, looking uncomfortable again.

Kurt smiled as best he could. 'Oh yeah. Cock it.' He pulled the handle back and a loud clicking noise broke through the silence as the barrel corrected itself into place and thrust it against himself again.

'C'mon, Kurt,' Finn's voice broke and he sounded close to tears. 'Stop messing around. P-put it down.'

Kurt and Blaine's eyes never left one another. Neither would have guessed it would come down to this, a standoff. But here it was, and Kurt was showing no sign of backing down as Blaine continued to cross-examine his guise. Time was running out and it played on their minds creating an unspoken rise in trepidation and nerves. Finally, Blaine spoke softly. 'Will you really come with me, and obey me without question?'

Kurt's heart tightened but he remained resolved. 'Following your orders for the rest of my godforsaken life is a small price to pay to guarantee my brother's safety.' He nodded.

'Fuck, Kurt,' Finn snapped and twisted uselessly in Blaine's grasp. 'This is crazy – you're talking shit! You don't need to sell yourself away – I won't let you!'

'I'm sorry,' Kurt at last replied to his brother. 'But this is my decision.'

'You can't be serious-!'

'I am.'

And with that final affirmation, Kurt had earned a smile from Blaine. The older man knew he was telling the truth – no doubt from some twisted sixth sense he had developed after years of committing the most inhumane acts. 'Okay,' Blaine's grip on the knife handle slackened as he addressed his 'love'. 'Fair's fair. I'll let Finn ad Louis live. I'll leave them alone and never bother them again.' His eyes then darted to Kurt's weapon. 'But first you need to put down that gun.'

Kurt's gaze hardened as did his voice. 'You have the rest of my life to order me around, but right now you have to follow my orders. Drop the knife and let Finn go. Between the two of us I think I deserve to be the one trusted, don't you?'

His bitter and determined quip seemed to stun both other men and a silence resulted from it. Then, Blaine smiled. He slowly pulled his arm out wide and the knife left Finn's person completely. With an expectant gaze now on him, Kurt then gradually lowered the gun.

Deal's a deal...


'I won't let you do this, Kurt!' Finn was still screaming when he was tossed unceremoniously into the hall, his bound hands and feet causing him to land in a painful mess on the floor. 'I can't let this happen – you can't go with him!'

'Ever heard the phrase 'too little, too late'?' Blaine cocked his eyebrow and smiled as he stalked past and began picking the lock to the cupboard. Kurt helped Finn up and propped him up against the banister of the stairs. Mere seconds later, the cupboard door clicked open and Blaine pocketed his lock pick. He swung the door open wide and sneered in vague disgust at the still-bleeding Louis who was stirring but still unconscious inside. 'Come on, Frankenstein. Get inside with Uncle Fester here while we're still young.'

Finn hopped back and shook his head wildly. Kurt tried to wistfully pull him back – after all, this was the arrangement and the less Blaine felt the need to step in the better – but his brother fought against him and almost slammed into the front door in the process. 'No! I don't get why you think I'll just go along with this! You can't have him, asshole!'

Blaine's exterior was still calm but the way he strode up betrayed his lack of patience. He gently pulled Kurt back in a loving motion before grabbing Finn by the hair and the back of his shirt and hurling him into the cupboard. Kurt gave a mournful moan as Finn crashed into Louis' lap and rolled uselessly on the floor like a fish out of water. Kurt ran to him – only to have his arm caught by Blaine, who pulled him in close. 'I'm giving you one second to say goodbye. That's it.'

Kurt tried not to glare at him, knowing it would only antagonise the situation. He wrestled free of Blaine's grip and got to his knees by the cupboard threshold. Finn was pressed up against a folded ironing board and Kurt made rapid movements to ensure Finn would at least not be uncomfortable when left there. Tears were stinging his eyes, which were avoiding making direct contact with Finn's, and his throat ached as if he had been trying to swallow a golf ball. He didn't ever think he'd have to do this. Saying goodbye wasn't something Kurt considered himself any good at, especially when he had no real experience. Not like this. He hadn't said goodbye to his mother before she died because his father was utterly convinced there was still more time. His step-mom, Carol, had slotted into his life so easily it seemed impossible to imagine he'd have ever needed to say goodbye. His dad... That man wasn't supposed to go. Kurt should have been given the chance – how are you supposed to go on living when the single most important person in your life disappears from it without first knowing just how much they meant to you? How was that fair? All those missed goodbyes...and yet now, as Kurt swallowed mouthfuls of air to steady his bleeding heart, he doubted his ability to do it.

Finn was still mumbling words of desperation. Just tell me it's all an act. Give me a sign that it's all a trick and you'll come back. I can't lose you Kurt, not now. Not like this. Not with him. Please, Kurt, tell me you aren't serious.

Finn was, as he had been for at least the last six months, the single most important person in Kurt's life. The only living, breathing individual who Kurt cared for more than the whole world. Finn knew how Kurt felt, that was a fact that did nothing to quell Kurt's grief as once more he was going to lose part of himself. Finn also knew that Kurt was not lying or trying to pull the rug from beneath Blaine's unsuspecting, loved-up feet. Kurt meant what he said: he'd give himself up to Blaine until the day the murdering psycho grew bored of him, something which only ever resulted in death. So that's what this was – a last goodbye. And if Kurt could just force his head up he might be able to do it before Blaine stole him away.

'Kurt...' Finn was crying openly causing Kurt's own tears to flood out like broken Watergates. He dove into his step-brother's arms and sobbed into his shoulder as his fingers clawed into his back. Marks to remember me by.

'I love you, Finn.' Kurt sniffed. 'Knowing you're gonna be safe is the only thing I want. I don't want you to argue with me 'cause we both know only I had the power to do anything about it. I'm gonna be o-okay. There's no point in worrying-'

'Don't go.' Finn was pleading. Unable to hold the smaller boy with his bound hands so secure around his back, he could only tuck Kurt's neck under his chin and rub their heads until it was a hairy, sweaty mesh.

'Stop it, Finn,' Kurt begged back, desperate for Finn just to accept his wishes and stop poking pins into his already breaking heart.

'Don't go with him-'

'I'm bored now, let's go.' Blaine came in out of nowhere, yanking Kurt up onto his feet and thrusting him forward to the stairs. It was clear to the teen Blaine had been irked with this touching display of brotherly affection at his expense.

In a rage, Finn hoisted himself up and flung his upper body towards Blaine in a futile attempt at an attack. Blaine turned around and a flash of anger was all that preceded his elbow sharply knocking into the side of Finn's head. The blow was enough to daze him but the follow-up crashing into the back of the cupboard knocked him out cold.

Kurt gasped, horrified, and made for the cupboard again but Blaine scooped up the key by Uncle Louis' limp hand and kicked the door shut. It locked sharply.

'Why did you do that?!' Kurt cried, his hands balling into fists hitting at Blaine's back. 'He's hurt now – what if they both die in there?'

Blaine rounded on him and caught his wrists so fast it caught Kurt completely by surprise and he accidently let the true extent of his fear – something he had been hiding this past hour – show. His knees buckled and Blaine was left easily holding him up by the wrists. 'Calm down, hero, your moment to shine has passed.' He smirked and pushed Kurt back. The smaller male's back hit into the banister hard and he winced as his tensed-up body was momentarily overcome with pain. Blaine stepped into him, pinning Kurt back and pressing himself up against him fully. Foreheads meeting, Blaine's fiery gaze bore into his. 'You know I could've turned the tables on you a lot sooner than now. You should keep that cute little temper of yours in check, and learn to trust me.'

He then dipped his hand into his own back pocket and pulled out the gun. Kurt had been sure he had stashed it out of sight when Blaine had been busy re-binding Finn's feet earlier, but it seemed Blaine was not one to be duped. Kurt gasped and it finally occurred to him that maybe the little power stunt he pulled actually just pissed Blaine off to want to kill him. Was he going to shoot him? Blaine spun out the chamber and turned it upside down, eyes never leaving Kurt's. For a moment Kurt stared in scared confusion until he realised what point Blaine was making: no bullets were falling out. The gun wasn't loaded.

The little metallic jingle coming from Blaine's pants pocket gave strong indication where those bullets now were.

Had Blaine unloaded the gun after retrieving from Kurt? Possibly, but Kurt knew the real answer. Blaine was telling him that the gun hadn't been loaded when he was holding Blaine ransom. When had he done that? It then occurred to him Blaine had handled the gun right after killing Sebastian. It made sense that he would take the bullets to stop anyone but himself using it after he had been so close to losing Kurt. Armed with the knife, Blaine would have then been happy to know he was the only one wielding an actual weapon. But...surely Blaine would have then known there was no threat to Kurt's life when Kurt's finger was on the trigger. He looked so scared; no one was that good of an actor. Well, except perhaps gentleman-like dapper in the flesh turned serial killer Blaine. The smug glint in those hazel eyes practically confirmed it: Blaine had been aware of the gun being harmless and had let Kurt rant and rave on and on, lauding it over him that he had managed to trap Blaine in a 'stalemate' where Blaine would be forced to do as he said. It all seemed so senseless, and Kurt's stomach did a sickening swoop downwards upon coming to this realisation.

Then...why let Kurt think he won? Why did he cave in to Kurt's demands? Why had he let Finn live when slicing his throat like Sebastian's would have been a fitting punishment for such crass unfounded confidence and lack of obedience? What could Blaine have possibly gained from that?

'You'll learn to trust me,' Blaine smiled sweetly, his voice barely above a whisper as he lowered his lips to Kurt's ear. He slotted his body into Kurt's like two fitting jigsaw pieces. 'After all, it's not like you've got much of a choice now.'


Trust. Was that the final lesson of the night? It seemed like Kurt had had enough revelations in one night than most had in their whole lives. Kurt was to trust Blaine. He could have hurt you in the worst possible way. He could have ripped the life out of your brother, taught you a lesson and ridded himself of a loose end. He could have made some good on the bet he and Sebastian first made all those months ago. But he didn't, and he wants you to know it.

Though the answer to his question was so obvious to him now, Kurt was still as bewildered as he was strapped into the passenger seat of Uncle Louis' car. The holiday home stood across the water, it's windows seemingly happy with light in the darkness. Elena Sophia, his uncle's boat, had been tied securely to the pier as Blaine might be one thing but he is not a person who does not care for other people's property. Kurt had been silent when they had prepared to leave the house and during their chilling jaunt across the lake he had let Blaine's light-hearted musings fill the silence because he was just so void of feeling. Blaine was saying something about taking the car a few hours east, abandoning it in a waste area and 'borrowing' another until the vehicle trail had definitely been killed off. As Blaine talked about hoping to find another Mustang – like the one he and Sebastian had used when playing their game in Utah that one time – Kurt felt his consciousness be drawn back into the present world. His legs were bound at the knees, something Blaine felt to be far less cruel because it gave a little freedom and did not force Kurt's little ankle bones to rub against each other, and his right hand was cuffed to the passenger door. It didn't hurt. It just...

'Feeling a little claustrophobic?' Blaine asked suddenly. He was sitting in the driver's seat, his body turned casually to face Kurt, one arm draped behind his head rest. Kurt glanced up and accepted he would just have to get used to him seemingly reading his mind. Blaine leaned over and kissed his lips. Another thing I will never be able to get used to. The hand behind Kurt's headrest tucked round the side and stroked his chestnut brown locks. 'Don't worry; I won't always have you like this. I meant what I said when I said you could trust me. And one day,' He nibbled playfully on the plump bottom lip as he smiled. 'I'll learn to trust you too.' Kurt simply gazed at him unflinchingly. If anything it was only alarming to know Blaine truly believed in this fantasy future. Hell, Kurt almost believed him through his light-hearted conviction. Distracted by how close they were – This is so intimate, but not like before. This is going to be life from now on, isn't it? Me and him together alone – Kurt hardly noticed when something solid was passed into his free hand. He turned downwards and found a strangers cell phone glowing up at him. Blaine shifted back into his seat and adjusted the car mirrors, saying 'You have twenty seconds: call whoever you want. I'd recommend the police or emergency services.'

In an odd gesture of politeness, Kurt nodded as if somewhere in his utter abhorrence of this kidnapping scenario he was recognising an unwarranted act of kindness. And to think...I may have months or even years to learn all of Blaine's humanitarian misconceptions and uncouth forms of devoted 'love'. Kurt Hummel, how lucky you are... He dialled the three numbers and the hazy memory of being tucked into the corner of his parent's shower six months ago screaming down the phone to some poor woman on nightshift passed through his mind like a silent cloud. The contrast was eerie. Blaine had turned the radio on and put the sound down low yet loud enough for him to still tap the beat on the rim of the steering wheel.

'9-1-1, what is your emergency?'

A man this time round. Kurt took a deep breath and for once in the last twenty four hours he thought clearly and spoke with perfect clarity, free of the nerves which currently had his stomach in numerous knots. 'Please do not speak, just listen carefully. My uncle and brother are trapped in the downstairs hallway cupboard and need immediate medical assistance. Head trauma, bleeding – I don't know how bad it is but they need to be taken to a hospital immediately.' The person foolishly tried to speak but Kurt sharply demanded he be silent. Blaine tossed him an amused grin, which Kurt ignored as he repeated the address twice and then added the name of the road leading to the lake. 'The house is owned by Louis Cairns and he is one of the injured. The other is Finn Hudson. You need to send an ambulance right now-'

The cell disappeared from his hand. For a moment Kurt thought that he had squeezed it so tight that it crumbled in his grip but the slapping sound of the device shutting brought his stunned eyes to Blaine. Humming quietly, Blaine rolled down his window and with an easy flick of his wrist the cell phone flew out into the darkness. 'I was generous. I gave you twenty five seconds.'

He turned to Kurt and smiled. The teen swallowed but did not say a word. He was right: he had been generous. The operator only needed a fraction of the information given. Who was this man? Happy to have a compliant, grateful hostage for once, Blaine's lips curled into a smug smirk. He twisted the key in the ignition and the car purred into life. The lights were switched on and the road ahead lit up as the music grew louder. So this is life now.

The wheels crunched on the gravel rolling forward. Blaine's hand not-so-discreetly snuck onto Kurt's thigh and his possessive fingers rubbed circles into the flesh of his inner leg. It won't be that bad. Kurt sat back and blindly stared into the creeping darkness the headlamps could not yet extinguish. Everything he's put you through...how could he put you through worse? It wasn't possible. Kurt had no idea how wrong he was, but as he and his new 'companion' drove off into the dwindling night he could be forgiven for believing the worst was behind him. How was he to know that at that point he still did not know the extent of Blaine's cruelty? Or his untapped power over Kurt himself?


A.N. Alright...that's it! No more! Well, okay, so I kinda have set it up for a third instalment but – Hey! – I just finished the sequel of my most popular fic! What did you think? I sincerely hope you liked it. Writing something you really enjoy with characters you adore is truthfully the best part of fanfiction but still it makes me ecstatic when fellow fans are able to enjoy your story. Thank you for all your support – I love you for it – please leave one last review or private message and make sure you have this fic on story alert if you want to read a third instalment when I have pieced it together, and tell me what you want me to write next!