"Kurt!" Rachel and Quinn shrieked.

The magnifying glass suddenly weighed down in Quinn's pocket. Did she dare throw it?

Sebastian laughed softly into Kurt's ear. "This is so exciting!"

When Blaine saw the bruised, bloodied Kurt, kneeling at Sebastian's feet with ropes snaked around his wrists, a gag in his mouth, he snarled with rage and lunged forward. Another Fight Club member pushed Tina into a Warbler's grip and helped Karl restrain him.

"No, let him go." Sebastian commanded, and pressed his shotgun into Kurt's temple. Kurt didn't resist, merely stared at Blaine as though trying to say a hundred things at once. "He won't try anything, won't you, Blaine?"

Blaine went absolutely a motionless as Karl dropped his arms. He glanced at Kurt again and his eyes softened.

Sebastian released Kurt, who crumbled to the floor. He circled him slowly, smirking. Kurt stared straight ahead, a spark of defiance in his eyes.

"This gun has only one bullet it it," Sebastian cocked his head and lightly laid his finger on the trigger. "One bullet that's going to end one life."

Burt was going to go crazy. He could feel it.

"I think that life is going to be Kurt's. Because, frankly, I can't think of anybody I hate more."

"What about me?" Blaine demanded, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A vein in his neck pulsed frantically. "You'd never be after Kurt's ass if he hadn't interfered with your little crush."

"Aww." Sebastian simpered. "I'm sorry. Are you upset that I'm not after your heart anymore, Blaine? Are you really that conceited?"

Blaine gave him scornful look. "Let me have him." he whispered, his eyes on Kurt's broken, silent form.

Burt leaned forward. "Me too. Let me see my child." he hissed venomously. "That is my son!"

Sebastian ignored him, eyes fixated on Blaine. "You want your little Kurt?" his gun pressed harder at Kurt's head. Kurt winced, and it was like an icy stab to Blaine's heart. Kurt was in serious pain and he was the cause of it.

Blaine nodded jerkily to Sebastian, his neck throbbing with fury.

"Okay. Then why don't you start acting like it?" Sebastian said smugly. "Convince me, darling. Convince me not to shoot a bullet in his pink, frilly little brain."

"How?" Blaine asked uncertainly. "What do you want me to do, beg?"

Sebastian shrugged and jabbed Kurt's cheek with his shotgun.

Love overpowered pride and Blaine dropped to his knees.

"This is so touching!" Sebastian mocked. "Blaine, if you say the magic words, you can hold your darling little Kurt and extend his life for a few minutes. But frankly, I don't know what you see in him; I thought you were gay."

"I am." Blaine glared at the floor, trembling with rage.

"But gay people don't date girls!" Sebastian shook Kurt, sending spasms of pain through his body.

Blaine would not rise to the bait. "Please don't kill Kurt. Please let me just hold him." he hissed though his teeth.

Sebastian clapped sarcastically and let Kurt fall to the floor again. Blaine crawled over to him and cradled Kurt's head in his lap.

"Honey." Blaine teared up. "It's all going to be okay, you'll see." His fingers fumbled around the ropes and he unfettered them. He also tore off the gag and gave Kurt a gentle kiss. Immediately Kurt placed his arms around Blaine's neck and held on, bending his head back. A faint stream of blood trickled from his nose.

"We're never going to be apart, Blaine," said Kurt in a barely audible voice. He was breathing heavily and his eyes seemed distant.

"Please don't talk," said Blaine frantically. "Okay. You're pretty hurt, I should call the police or something – Kurt, I'm going to get you out of this."

"Don't," Kurt raised a trembling finger and stroked Blaine's face. "You need to keep my parents safe."

He turned his head to his father. "Daddy." he whispered. "I love you so much."

Burt nodded, quivering, It all felt so unreal.

"Carole, Mercedes, Rachel, Brittany." he met all of their eyes with a steady gaze. "I just love you all." His shoulders started to shake, and he bit back a mountain of tears.

"Blaine." Kurt breathed after a short pause. "Don't forget me, Blaine." He closed his eyes and in a second he relived every kiss, every touch.

Blaine shook his head and hugged Kurt to his chest. "Never," he whispered into his hair.

"Enough," said Sebastian harshly. "You've said your goodbyes now."

He snapped his fingers and hands descended on Blaine, forcing him away from Kurt. Kurt gasped quietly.

"Now you'll stay there." Sebastian snapped as the hands deposited him about five feet away. "And you'll watch me put a bullet through your boyfriend's head."

"No!" Blaine screamed, but the Fight Clubber struck his face and he fell to the ground. The captor looked on sadly. Blaine clenched his fists and stared at Sebastian fiercely.

Sebastian raised the gun. "I can't believe I shot you in the chest and you didn't die last time." he hissed at Kurt, kicking him in the stomach. Kurt screamed in spite of himself, biting down on his hand to muffle the sound.

"Bye bye, Kurtie." Sebastian's finger tightened on the trigger.

Blaine's mind raced. Sebastian had one bullet. If he missed his target, Kurt would be safe. Safe until Sebastian got his hands on another gun, at least.

Basically, if Blaine took a bullet for Kurt, he would save him. Yes. He had to do it.

"Kill me instead." Blaine spoke up, his voice unsteady.

"No! Blaine!" Kurt cried, horrified as Blaine crawled over to him again. "Blaine, don't!"

Blaine looked him in the eye. "You know I'd do anything for you." he promised gravely, kissing his forehead.

Sebastian shrugged. "I guess I was actually planning on killing Kurt, but maybe this is more fun. What do you think, Kurt?" He smashed his foot into Kurt's arm. Kurt recoiled and clutched at Blaine's shirt. "Should I?"

"Please don't. Please, Sebastian, don't!" Kurt voice was higher than normal. Blaine's life all came down to this. "Please!" he squealed, and felt Sebastian's foot kick him again, laughing as his shoe slammed into Kurt's back, knocking the breath out of him. He rolled away from Blaine and slammed into the bottom of one of the chairs. It fell on top of him, sending sharp pain down his chest.

"Don't," The tears spilled over. He would rather take a hundred bullets than let one hit Blaine, who he loved more than life. And to have Blaine die in his place? It was unendurable.

Blaine raked his fingers through his hair and almost started crying himself. Burt tried to kick his captor in the knees. Rachel shook her head disbelievingly, mouth open in a perfect o. They all felt uncomfortable watching the scene.

"Please, Sebastian!" Kurt choked, all dignity forgotten. Sebastian laughed as his finger twitched mockingly on the trigger. This was it.

"You really are stupid." Sebastian shook his head, an arrogant simper on his face. He was relishing this moment, and suddenly he whipped his camera out of a pocket and pressed RECORD. Now he would have it forever.

"I'll do anything!" screamed Kurt, clawing madly at the floor. He stared at Sebastian pleadingly.

"Kurt, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "Please, baby, calm down." he said frantically.

Blaine tried to stand up, but Sebastian picked up the chair pinning Kurt down and threw it at Blaine. It flew into him, knocking him off his feet.

Kurt shrieked with anguish. "Anything, Sebastian, anything you want me to do!" He forced himself to crawl painfully to Sebastian's feet. He looked up. "I'm begging you!" he screamed, looking up at the Warbler. "I will do whatever you want, I promise!"

His broken fingers wrapped around Sebastian's ankle. "Anything." he howled. "Anything, Sebastian."

"But you're doing exactly what I want you to do." Sebastian teased, shaking Kurt off of his leg.

"Don't do this! Don't, Sebastian, don't!" he begged.

"Not good enough." gloated Sebastian. He kissed the gun.

Blaine glared hard enough to melt a glacier. "Get it over with." he hissed. "Don't make him suffer like that." He pushed the chair off of himself and wrapped his arms around Kurt, rocking him back and forth.

"Please Sebastian! I'll do whatever you want! I can get you anything you want!" Kurt sobbed desperately. "You can have anything else! Whatever you say! I don't care, torment me to death, shoot me in the head! Just not Blaine! Please. PLEASE!" he screamed as though his lungs were burning. He buried his face in Blaine's chest. "Anything, anything!" Kurt screamed.

Blaine pulled Kurt into a tighter embrace, rubbing his back and wiping his cheeks. "Calm down, honey." he said quietly. "Please calm down, baby, please."

"You can't leave me." Kurt wept into Blaine's shoulder, his injuries suddenly painless as the numbness and franticness sunk in. He clung to Blaine and tried to stifle his wails. "I'm sorry, Blaine." he choked as tears streamed down his face. He looked up at Sebastian again. "Please." he whispered.

Sebastian just laughed and zoomed in on Kurt's face.

"Screw this. I'm out!" Jeff suddenly yelled. "I've had enough, with the violence and the guns! You used my bedroom, and you didn't even thank me! And you're dragging all of is into your insane little criminal game!"

He let go of Santana's arms. "I quit!" he announced. "Anybody who feels the same should follow me."

Then he looked Kurt in the eye. "I'm so sorry, Kurt." he said quietly. "So sorry."

Kurt's teary face softened a little bit.

"Looks like you're not much of a smooth criminal now." Santana smirked at Sebastian.

"Jeff!" Sebastian spat. "You can't just leave me!"

"Yes, I can," Jeff looped his arm through Nick's, who dropped Quinn's wrist.

"if you leave, I'll kill you!" screamed Sebastian. "I'll kill you!"

"You only got one bullet." shrugged Jeff. He held up his hands. "I'm out. Out to the police station!"

A vein bulged in Sebastian's neck, his jaw contorting with rage. Jeff and Nick swept out of the room. His eyes bulged madly.

"Fine!" he said, his voice on the edge of hysteria. "Fine! So we have a time limit! Looks like I won't be drawing this out for hours! Fine! I don't care!"

Quinn and Santana stepped forward. "You have only one bullet." Quinn crossed her arms. "You got three people ready to risk their lives for those boys."

"You will not hurt my man." Santana glared at Sebastian and pretended to shoot him. "So what're you going to do?"

Kurt was still weeping copiously and Blaine gingerly kissed his forehead. "Shh." he tried to comfort him. His eyes were on Sebastian's back. The gun dangled loosely from his right hand. Was it possible...?

Sebastian was facing Santana, glaring fiercely. He mimed throwing a slushy on her. "Heh."

"Really not funny." Santana shook her head in mock disappointment. "Is that the best you can do, Smythe?"

"I will stab you with a sombrero." Sebastian retorted.

"Where'll you get one of those? I thought you need your dad to do everything, but he's in jail!" Santana smirked. She was so back. "Now who's relatives are in prison, darling?"

Sebastian gave her a disgusted look. And suddenly he felt the gun being torn from his hand.

Sebastian wheeled around and hooked his finger on the gun ,pulling the trigger, and felt Blaine's fingers graze his wrist, twisting it so that the gun fumbled.

Needless to say, his aim was off.

The entire room watched in horror as the bullet whizzed through the air, over Blaine's shoulder, and buried itself in Quinn Fabray's heart. She collapsed in Thad's arms, who screamed as the bullet punctured the girl right in front of him.

Sebastian shouted in frustration. Why didn't he have any more bullets? Why was he so dumb?

Kurt didn't seem aware of anything. He was curled up in a ball on the floor, shaking, his hands over his head. He didn't know what was happening and couldn't bear to watch. Sebastian stormed over and delivered a swift and brutal kick to his head, smashing his ear and knocking him out. There was a visible dent in his head.

Kurt fell silent at once. Was he even alive? Sebastian wasn't sure. He seethed at the unconscious body, wondering how best to break his neck.

He was too deep in violent thought to realize that The Fight Clubbers and the Warblers had let go of their victims. Burt, Blaine and Finn had rushed to Kurt's side; the rest of the room had crowded around Quinn. Now he was the only enemy in the room.

Sebastian's face crumpled. "I'm out of here." He gave Kurt one last look, then sprinted out of the choir room before anybody could bat an eye.

"He's getting away!" Mike screamed.

"No he isn't!" Blaine leaped to his feet and streaked after Sebastian. What he was going to do, Blaine didn't know. He just had to catch Sebastian.

Sebastian burst out of Dalton, his heart racing as he heard faint sirens in the distance. Were they for Kurt? The sun was setting rapidly in the sky.

His footfalls sped up as he darted into a clump of trees near the back of the school. He used to come here between classes to just lean against the oak tree and gaze at the puffy clouds, dreaming up evil plans and Katy Perry showstoppers he hoped to steal the solos in.

Not today. Today his momentum slammed him into the wooden trunk. He collapsed at the trunk. Breathing heavily, he popped an Altoid in his mouth, the cool mint soothing his burning tongue.

What was he going to do? He had lost all of his followers, Kurt lived, and he and Blaine had a stronger relationship than ever. An even greater manhunt would begin. Soon. He would end up in a padded room for the rest of his life.

Sebastian reached into a hidden drawer he'd carved in the tree years ago. Shaking, he pulled out a second gun. His emergency gun.

This time, the bullet was for himself. Without hesitation, he aimed it at his own heart.

"Don't!" a voice called out harshly.

Sebastian looked up incredulously. "Blaine?"

It was too late. He had already squeezed the trigger.

A/N: I suck. You reviewers opposite of suck. Imma be greedy and beg for more because I suck like that.

This is the longest story I've ever done :0 And it only has like five more chappies!