Kurt was dragged into another room, and almost thrown down into a chair that was behind a table in the middle. He glared up at the guys that had manhandled him into the room, swallowing his moan of pain as one of his thighs hit the chair at a painful angle.

He was already in a lot of pain, his ribs hurt, and his face hurt. Those two guys had beat the crap out of him in the other room while asking him questions in between, that he remained silent and didn't answer.

He sat there, trying to shift to make himself more comfortable in the unforgiving metal chair, before the door reopened and the smiling man that arrested him before.

He glared at him as he stood in front of him, on the other side of the table, just waiting for the man to say something. The man stared back at him, smirking a little smugly over a file of papers he had been looking through.

Kurt shook his head as unamused sounding laugh escaped his lips.

"You know, what those other guys did to me in that other room, pretty sure it was illegal." he said with a bite of anger in his tone and the guy smiled at him.

"Not illegal, we're allowed to use force to gain information."

"Pretty sure, beating the crap out of a teenager that is unarmed and cuffed is illegal."

"Tell us where Blaine is and we'll let you walk out of here." he responded instead of answering his earlier statement, and Kurt laughed again.

"Yeah right."

"Kurt i think we got off on the wrong foot right now. I'm Senior Chief Investigator Michelson FBI. You understand that we need to get information, and yet you're unwilling to co-operate? You also know why you were arrested and the charges you face."

Kurt snorted before responding.

"Sure."

"Kurt, are you going to co-operate with us and tell us where your friend Blaine is?" Michelson asked with a serious look on his face now and Kurt smirked.

"No."

"Do you know that 3 of your school mates are still in hospital? A Bradley Kittle, Justin Dawson and Edward Lowe." he said and Kurt turned his eyes away from him and looked bored, "they all had several broken bones and severe internal bleeding, and Bradley was in a coma for 7 months."

Kurt only shrugged in response.

"You don't care?" the agent asked and Kurt sent him a glare.

"No. Why would I?"

"Tell me what happened that day at school Kurt," he continued as he tried to stare Kurt down with intimidation, "eye witness' said that your friend Blaine had been the one to cause the destruction of the roof that nearly killed the 3 boys."

Kurt shook his head, plastering a smirk on his face.

"How would Blaine be capable of something like that?"

"You tell me." Michelson threw down the stack of papers in his hand, which caused them to flow acroos the whole table, "Some officers that were following you in the car a few weeks back claim that Blaine also caused their car to flip over on the road. Very strange if you ask me."

Kurt stared back at him and remained silent, smirking when Michelson sighed in exasperation. Kurt knew that he could hurt him, throw him in jail or worse have him executed maybe, but he would not sell out his boyfriend.

Michelson sighed and rubbed a hand over his face before leaning his hand on the table and staring at Kurt, without his smile now.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way Kurt," he said deadly serious as Kurt just sat and watched him with amusement glinting in his eyes, "your father Burt, he owns a garage right, a car repair shop?"

Kurt remained silent.

"You know we can foreclose it right? Take all he owns away from him, he'd lose his job, his livelihood, go bankrupt, maybe even lose his house. You don't want that right? But that's okay, because if you tell us the truth, we can leave it alone."

Kurt only raised an eyebrow in response as he stared back at the officer with challenge in his eyes.

"Or we could always send you back to the other room for another round with the guys." Michelson threatened him, but Kurt still kept his mouth shut.

"Ok, looks like its the hard way." Michelson said again, and the door opened to reveal the guys dressed in black again.

Kurt grimaced slightly but other than that said nothing as the guys dragged him out of the chair and out of the room again.

Blaine didn't know how well this plan of his was thought out, but it was the best he had. He had to get Kurt out of there.

His powers were surging within him, he could feel them expanding around him too. The outward push of his energy forced trees to bend away from where he was standing. He could also feel the surge as his mind tried to keep control, could feel the small tendrils of his control ready to snap any time.

But he knew he had to push through the pain in his head for his boyfriend.

They could be doing anything to Kurt in there, trying to get him to reveal all. Blaine knew that Kurt was stubborn, he wouldn't give up information easily. It would take a lot to get him to talk.

Or maybe not. Blaine thought about the promises they had made to the other, it was do this together or not at all.

He found himself touching down on the back of the building, he had used his powers to help him leap from building top to building top. Once he landed on the right one, he concentrated on making a hole in the roof, which cracked a little as the edges to the hole disappeared. He wanted to worry about the integrity of this old building, but he couldn't. He had more important things to focus on.

He took a deep breath as he floated down through the hole in the roof slowly.

Kurt was wheezing as he was placed back into the chair opposite Michelson some 10 minutes later. He could feel his ribs aching when he breathed, and a sharp pain in one of his shoulders, he could feel blood running down his chin from a split in his lip and he could also feel the swelling of one of his cheeks underneath his eye. That would be a nasty bruise later.

Michelson stared at him silently for a few minutes as Kurt tried to find a comfortable position in the chair again, failing because of his ribs, and his cuffed wrists pulling on his shoulder which he was pretty sure had been dislocated once or twice.

"Kurt, listen," Michelson started as Kurt tried to breathe a little shallower for his ribs sake, "i don't want to have to keep doing that. You have to tell me what you know."

Kurt just sat silently, concentrating on his shallow breaths before glancing up at the man in front of him.

"Tell me what kind of powers your friend Blaine has?" Michelson asked with a smirk, "we already know he does, so it's not a secret anymore."

"You only want to know so you can throw him into some lab and experiment on him like a lab rat." Kurt wheezed out before coughing and then gasping at the pain in his sides.

"We just need to know, so that we can help." He said and Kurt laughed maniacally.

"That's rich, you want to help? Beating me up is not going to get you the results you want. Do what you want with me, to me, throw me in a cell with rabid dogs for all I care. I'm not saying anything about Blaine."

Kurt sat back in the chair after he was done screeching at the officer.

"What about your family?" Michelson threw back at him, and Kurt looked a little dumbfounded before the officer smirked down at him, "do they know about Blaine? Maybe we should bring them here and interrogate them like we are with you. I wonder how they will fare with those guys in the other room."

Kurt's eyes probably flashed with some kind of emotion because the officer only leaned closer and smirked wider as he went on.

"Your father has a heart condition right? He has had a heart attack before," he said and Kurt glared at him, but kept his mouth shut, "or Finn, he wants to be a professional football player right? How can he be if he has broken legs."

Kurt glared harder, even as his emotions inside were going haywire over what could happen to his family.

"Kurt, you need to tell me where we can find Blaine, or you and your family would be locked up in his place for concealing important information." Michelson lowered his voice even as Kurt remained locked in a glare at him, "You could go away for a long time."

Kurt made his face take on a cold, almost bored expression as he remained quiet. He could tell that it was making Michelson angry, so he smirked in his direction.

"I'm not saying a word." He said calmly, and Michelson growled and reached across the table to grasp the front of Kurt's shirt in his hand, pulling him forward.

"Listen here you little-"

Kurt's shirt was released as the door opened and another officer came inside the room, also looking through a stack of paperwork in his hands. He took one look at Kurt, his eyes widening slightly at the state of him before shifting his gaze to Michelson.

Michelson only stared back at him as he approached the table opposite side to Kurt. Kurt was just watching him closely but he put the papers down and gave Kurt a small smile. It looked kinder than Michelson's but still untrustworthy.

"Kurt Hummel, I'm Special Agent Jones, CIA. You have been evading us for quite a while." He said and Kurt looked down at the table.

"He hasn't said anything." Michelson piped up and Jones looked at him with suspicion before addressing Kurt again.

"The charges against you and your friend, Blaine, are severe Mr Hummel. You could both go to jail for quite a long length of time. Tell us where we can find Blaine."

Kurt moved his jaw but kept his mouth shut and gave the new officer a glare. Jones seemed to nod in understanding.

"I know you feel like you're protecting your friend Kurt, but if Blaine is a danger out there, we need to find him."

"Blaine is no more dangerous than you are." Kurt mumbled a little around his split lip and Jones sighed.

"Do we have to beat the information out of you?" Michelson growled angrily, and Jones spun around with a glare.

"Looks like you and your thugs already tried that, which will be under investigation." He spat to the other agent who only glared at him in return.

Michelson was about to repsond when flashing red lights and loud sounds from outside interrupted them.

Alarms.

They were alarms. And they were probably going off all over the building becaue they were so loud. The door slammed open again and the men in the black clothes stood in the doorway.

"Sir, we have a breach in the building." one of them told Michelson.

Kurt's eyes flickered with light, which was a mix of excitement and fear. Was it Blaine?