New chapter, Thanks for reading.
So, I actually got a lot of positive reviews, but I bet it's because people didn't really understand what was happening yet. I've decided to write an alternate ending to the last chapter, that would end the entire story for those of you who are fans of Karofsky and don't like him coming after Kurt and Blaine.
As for the people who like angst and Suspense, read the entire thing and I'll keep posting new chapters.
this actually gets kinda dark, so if you are young or what not, I dunno, you kinda gotta brave up and read this, or just not. I'm just warning you.
I've just never seen this done before, and I wanna make it my own. Change it up a bit, Most of these stories go by the same storyline, so here's a new one. Weird, but it came to me in a dream.
Alternate ending chapter 12 (starts when Kurt and Blaine are saying goodbye to Burt, Carole, and Finn, and then driving back to Dalton.
"We should really get going," I said. "It's already four in the afternoon. We can make it back to get dinner at school."
"Alright," he said, "It was really fun yesterday, nice to see you again Carole, Burt. Goodbye Finn," Blaine shouted the last part just to get Finn to groan throw a pillow at him.
My dad and Carole just snickered. I rolled my eyes, and hugged everyone goodbye.
Blaine and I drove the hour and half home, and then went to his room. He didn't have a roommate, so we could have some privacy.
We just snuggled on his bed for a while, watching a movie.
"You know what Blaine?" I said, randomly.
"What?" he asked.
"You saved my life," I whispered.
"How is that?"
"If I would have never met you, I think I probably would have died. I wouldn't have thought of anything to come here, and I would still be at McKinley being tortured every day. I'm sure I actually would have killed myself from there. No one should have to deal with that,"
Blaine didn't say anything. It's like I could see the gears in his head, trying to think of something to say.
"I love you, Blaine Anderson," I said eventually. That was the first time we've said it to each other, and I knew I meant it.
"I love you too, Kurt Hummel," he finally was able to say. I never would have thought my life to be like this. I thought I was going to spend it alone. I'm just happy, and content right now.
Chapter 13 (If you wanna read it,)
Waking up, the first thing I saw was Blaine. He was somehow chained onto the wall in front of me. After a few minutes I realized I was in the same position.
"What the hell?" I said to myself. We looked like we were in a basement somewhere, or a dirty old barn. There was actually blood everywhere. I pulled at my arms suspended above me, and cried out.
"Blaine! Please wake up!" I yelled, starting to cry. Whoever did this was insane. I was making a lot of noise, with me screaming, and the clanking of the chains.
"So you're finally awake, huh?" a voice said from the doorway. It was exactly who I thought it was.
"What is your problem?" I screamed at him.
"My problem? Didn't think I had a problem," he said, while twirling a giant butcher knife in his hands.
"Oh you do, you asshole. You can't just kidnap people, and I know exactly why you did it," I sneered.
"Oh yeah, and why is that?" he asked, casually.
"Because you're jealous, that I chose Blaine and not you. Because you're gay," I screamed.
That got him mad. He lashed his hand across my face, I thought he cut me with the knife at first, but it was just his hand. It hurt too, making my head turn and hit against the wall behind me. I kept my head like that too, keeping my eyes closed.
He took his big sweaty hand to my chin and roughly made me look him in his eyes. I was scared, he had us tied up in a freaking barn somewhere, and he had a knife. He was also capable of making us pass out whenever he wanted us to. I knew I had fresh tears falling down my cheeks. Blaine hasn't even woken up yet. All I could think about is if he was dead or not. He hit his head really hard.
I was staring at him, Dave noticed. He had this evil look in his eye. He let go on my face and walked over to him.
"No! Please don't hurt him!" I screamed.
Dave grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up. He had blood running down his face, from the giant gash on his forehead. He got him to wake up, soon enough. Blaine was really confused, and looking at me, and then I saw him start to cry. I've only seen Blaine cry once.
"Kurt!" he yelled to me.
"Don't touch him!" I scream at Dave. It wasn't helping. He took his knife and brought it to Blaine's chin. Blaine looked up and was whimpering. He looked so helpless, and I couldn't even do anything about it.
I'm glad he didn't cut him, but then he came back to me. Blaine was struggling against the chains, just as I was before. It was no use, even if we got out, I couldn't out run him. I wouldn't even leave without Blaine.
"How about that scar you got Hun?" Dave said, pulling up my bloodied shirt to look at it.
It was completely shut, but sometimes it still hurt, like when you put pressure on it, but that's exactly what he did. Hard.
I screamed, which made Blaine go crazy. My vision turned white, kind of, and I was dizzy from the pain. When he let go, I was breathing heavily. Out of nowhere, I threw up on him, all over him shirt, and down his pants. I'm sure it was warm, and disgusting. Opposite of being slushied I guess, but much, much worse. He growled, and this time actually took his knife to me. It was on my chest, right above my heart. He stalked out of the barn, and left us by ourselves again.
"Blaine," I said, breathlessly. My body felt like it was on fire.
"Kurt! Are you alright?" Blaine asked.
"Just dandy," I said, with gritted teeth.
"Glad you have a sense of humor in this situation," Blaine replied, glaring at me.
"What am I suppose to say? I feel like crap? You want me to explain how I'm feeling?" I asked.
"No," Blaine replied, quietly.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"I'm sorry too,"
"So what do you suppose we do then? We have to find a way out of here," I said.
"Help!" Blaine screamed loudly.
"I really don't think anyone is going to hear you," Dave said, walking back in with different clothes on. He looked really angry, "There isn't a house within radius of ten miles every direction."
Neither of us said anything.
"What? No more telling me how wrong this is? Of course I know that. I would have never done any of this, if it wasn't for those people in Juvy. They taught me things," he said, playing with his knife again.
"You know? You shouldn't mess with people with a lot of money. When we get out of here, I'm suing your ass until you go to jail!" Blaine growled at him.
"Oh when? I would use the word if. But I don't see that being very likely," Dave said.
"I hope you die alone!" I screamed as he was getting closer to Blaine to hurt him. I can't watch that.
"What did you just say?" he asked.
"You heard me,"
"I know what you're trying to do, it's not going to work," Dave said, turning back towards Blaine.
He stood and thought about what he was going to do, and then kind of gave up. I didn't see where he dragged a little cart in from, but it was holding the gas he used to make us pass out. It had the tube running from the nozzle on the top, and a couple different heads hanging on little hooks next to it. Right now, it didn't have anything on it, just the end of the tube. Dave took the part doctors use, the mask and connected it and just made Blaine pass out.
He dragged it over to me, but I fought harder than that. I struggled and moved my face away, he held my face, but I held my breath for a little while. He ripped off the mask part, and threw it back on the cart before holding my mouth open and forcing the tube down my throat. That's all I remembered before passing out.
Meanwhile at Dalton, Third person POV
"Hey, have you seen Blaine and Kurt around?" David asked Wes in the common room. David has been looking around everywhere for them.
"No? Why?" Wes replied, pausing his video game.
"Blaine told me, he'd be back here for dinner, and neither of them was there. Both their cars are here," David explained, sounding worried.
"Have you checked their rooms? You know how they are,"
"Maybe," David said, blushing because he felt stupid for not looking there.
"Mmm hmm," Wes said, starting to play the game again.
David rolled his eyes and went up to the dorm hallway. Kurt's room was empty, so he looked across the hall and went inside. No one was in there either, but he noticed something. The door frame for the bathroom was chipped up and cracked a little bit. There was red goo all over it, and some on the floor too. It faintly led a trail towards the open window.
David felt scared again. Either this was some stupid practical joke Blaine was playing on them, or they were really in trouble, David thought.
He ran out of the room, not bothering to shut the door and ran to Wes.
"Come on!" he shouted, and then started dragging Wes towards the headmaster's office.
Wes was very confused, "What? What's going on?" he asked.
"I'll tell you at Ms. Blackwell's office," David shouted, running down the hallways.
He burst into her office, and Ms. Blackwell stood up, angry.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
David couldn't catch his breath. He had his hands on his knees, and he was crouched over.
"It's Blaine and Kurt. I went into their room, and the window was open, and there was blood on the bathroom door leading to that window," David finally said, after being able to breathe.
"What?" Wes and the head master shouted at the same time.
"Come on, I'll show you," David said, and started back towards the room. Both of the others followed him quickly.
After Ms. Blackwell investigated the scene, she said, "Well, I don't know if this is real or not, so we're going to have to wait until morning to see if they return. If they don't, I'm calling the police, and their parents. Now, both of you get back to your rooms. Lock the windows, tell the other boys."
The two boys left without a word, but instantly started whispering to each other.
"What the hell man?" Wes said.
"I have no clue; I don't really see Blaine as the one to joke around like this,"
"Exactly, but Kurt is gone too. Who would have taken them?"
"I don't know. Kurt did mention someone from his old school that had a big problem with him, but I didn't think it would be this bad. He's still only our age. He wouldn't have been able to get both of them out of that window,"
"He's a football player, Kurt's this scrawny little thing, and Blaine isn't that much bigger,"
"Oh,"
"Yeah, I know,"
"I guess we'll have to wait and find out what happens. I just have a bad feeling about this," David said, sighing and turning towards his door, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, night man," Wes said, doing the same.
Kurt and Blaine Kurt POV
I woke up for the second time in this hell hole, but now I wasn't tied up anymore. My hands were free, but my feet weren't. At least I could reach Blaine; we were both on a pipe looking thing, but we could move and sit next to each other.
"Hey, are you awake?" I asked quietly, trying to move towards him. Although, when I tried to move, my heart felt like it exploded, but it was just that cut I had. He woke up when I made that loud groan. First he looked around confused, and then hurried to try and get close to me. He stumbled a lot, and swayed around. I'm pretty sure he has a concussion from hitting the bathroom door. Both of our clothes were torn, and had blood on them, most of it dry and crusty.
"So how long do you think we've been here?" Blaine whispered.
"I don't know, but long enough for this," I waved at my chest, "To stop bleeding and crust up like this."
"I feel like I'm going to throw up, and I'm really dizzy, and my head is killing me," Blaine said.
"Yeah, you hit your head on the bathroom door when we suddenly passed out. I watched you, scariest moment of my life," I said.
"Yeah, well how do you think I felt when you were screaming over there when Karofsky came in?" Blaine said.
"Touché,"
We stayed silent for a few minutes. "Do you think he's going to kill us?" Blaine asked.
"Oh god I hope not. I'm sure my dad has the police after us, shit he'll get the damn FBI looking for me," I said, huffing up a tiny laugh.
"Good, because I really don't know what my parents would do," Blaine said quietly, looking down at the ground.
Slowly, I wrapped my arms around him. Slow only because I could barely move my arm.
I think we fell asleep like that, but it made Karofsky made enough to rip us apart when he came in again.
"I get it now," I said quietly, both Blaine and I were still cringing and groaning from being thrown away from each other.
"Oh yeah?" he asked. That seemed to be a favorite saying of his.
"You're jealous, of me choosing Blaine and not you. I know that you kissed me in that locker room. I don't really remember it that well, but I know you did," I said.
He got mad, and dragged me to stand up from my neck.
"You," he growled, and then he calmed down a little, "You know what? You're right, and I'm going to make him watch me make love to you right here."
I think that scared me more than him actually having that knife. He already stole my first kiss; he is definitely not stealing my virginity. I mean, Blaine and I have done some pretty dirty things, but never even coming close to actually having sex.
"No, please don't," I whimpered, trying hard to breathe because of his grip on my throat. Blaine got mad and tried to storm up and tackle him, but just got dizzy and stumbled back down onto the ground.
"That's exactly what turns me on," Dave whispered in my ear. It was hot and sweaty, and just gross.
"Get off of me," I said, shoving him away a little bit. It didn't do a lot, but he let go of my neck.
He kissed me once, but it didn't last long, because Blaine used that last of his strength to hit him in the back of his head with a random board sitting on the ground. I think Blaine was just trying to make him mad or something. He really was pushing our luck.
While Blaine was breathing heavily, and trying to regain some strength, Karofsky put him back up onto the wall with his hands tied above him.
"You two claim you love each other so much, why don't you get some matching scars?" he said sadistically. I've never seen him so; I don't know how to put it, crazy? He looked like one of those serial killers in scary movies.
He lifted up Blaine's shirt and took his knife to his chest, in almost the same spot he cut me, although he went slowly, and Blaine screamed. It broke my heart. I tried to get up and grab him, but the chains on my feet made him just out of reach.
Karofsky stormed out of the barn and left us by ourselves again. Blaine was still hanging there, with his head limp. I knew he was still awake, just in a whole lot of pain.
"Blaine? Do you think you can untie your hands?" I asked.
"Maybe, just hold on," he said.
"Okay. Take your time,"
He sat in silence for a long time before he looked up.
"Do you hear that?" he asked.
"Hear what?" I tried to listen to anything.
"There's talking outside, more than one person," Blaine said.
"I don't hear anything. You hit your head really hard, I'm sure you're just hearing things," I said, reaching my hand to lightly touch his foot.
Blaine squirmed around a little bit with his hands, and then just dropped onto the ground in front of me. He made a lot of groaning noises, but I took him and held him close to me. We just sat and eventually fell asleep again.
At Dalton. Third POV.
David and Wes woke up the next day on Saturday to find the police walking the hallways.
"Oh no," David said.
They left in their sweatpants and baggy t-shirts to find Ms. Blackwell.
"Boys, just go back to the dorms until the police are finished investigating. I have to call the parents," she told them when they walked up to her.
The sighed and grudged back to their rooms.
Ms. Blackwell spoke with an officer before heading back to her office to get the boys emergency cards to find the phone numbers. She called Kurt's father first.
"Hi is this Mr. Hummel? This is Ms. Blackwell from Dalton Academy," she said into the receiver.
"Yeah, this is him. He's been back for a day, he's already into trouble?" Burt said.
"Well not exactly. There was a break in last night, and you need to come here. Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel are missing," Ms. Blackwell finally said.
"What! I thought this school was safe for him! How could that happen?" Burt screamed. He started swearing, while hurrying to get out of the shop to his home and get Carole.
"This is the first time anything like this has happened, ever. I don't know how it happened either. I'm sorry Mr. Hummel. We will find them,"
"I'll be there as soon as I can drive there," Burt said, hanging up on her, and running to close up the shop for now. It took him only forty-five minutes to get there from the original hour and a half because he was speeding. Carole was freaking out too.