The door to the Hummel's crowded home slapped shut behind the group of weary men. The kitchen and small parlor area were filled with the solemn faces of the Jones family, the Evans family, Rachel Berry and her father, and several other townspeople. Carole rushed up to Finn and Burt while Santana anxiously clung to Brittany's hands.
"Well? Anything?" Carole asked while wringing her hands.
Pam looked up hopefully from her place at the kitchen table. Finn just looked down at his shoes as Burt shook his head. Carole dropped her shoulders and Pam sobbed into her hands.
Cooper strode across the room to rub a comforting hand across her shoulders. "Don't cry, mother. We will find them. I promise," he said in a comforting tone.
Burt dropped into the other kitchen chair and rubbed a tired hand across his face. "We searched all night. We even found where they had made camp, but they were long gone by the time we found it. There weren't any signs of Kurt or Blaine, but they covered their tracks pretty well, so I'm not surprised." He sighed heavily, exhaustion making his eyes droop and his shoulders sag. Reaching across the table, he grasped Pam's quaking hand. She looked at him with reddened eyes and another sob. "We can't lose hope now. Kurt is resilient and your boy is smart as a whip. They will be okay."
He sounded like he was trying to convince himself as well as Blaine's mother. She nodded before wiping her face on a handkerchief Cooper produced from his pocket.
"I just don't get why they were out in the woods alone!" piped up Rachel. Everyone turned to look at her. Pam and Burt shared a worried look. "I am worried sick, of course, but what could they have possibly been doing?" she continued as Cooper scrambled for an answer that would shut them up. He knew what he would be doing with his lover in the woods by a romantic waterfall, but the rest of the town couldn't know.
Santana's voice rang out in the puzzled silence. "Kurt was teaching Blaine about the different plants. He said he didn't want him to get another rash, so he would show Blaine which ones to stay away from," Santana lied seamlessly without her usual snark or name-calling. Her dark eyes challenged Rachel to prove her wrong and thankfully, the short brunette backed down. Everyone turned their worried frowns back to Burt, Carole, and Pam.
Finn spoke up this time.
"How about we all rest and then we can go look for them again? If what Santana said was true-"
"It was true," Santana interjected irately.
"Then someone has them both. We may not know why-"
"There is a ransom," Brittany said as she stepped forward out of Santana's arms.
Finn huffed. "Will everyone stop interrupting me?"
"What are you talking about, Britt?" Santana asked the blonde as if Finn hadn't spoken. Finn threw up his hands. Brittany smiled at her before turning towards the parents of the lost boys.
"Well, it's simple. I was walking my cat because he needs something to do to keep him out of the brothels and the saloon. I'm just tired of finding empty bottles everywhere, you know?"
Burt rubbed his head impatiently. "Ms. Pierce, I'm sympathetic to your problems, but my son is missing so can you please just tell me about the ransom?"
Santana patted Brittany's arm. Brittany nodded and bit her lip. "Okay. Well as I was saying, I was walking my cat when I saw a man I didn't recognize sneaking up to the sheriff's office and I thought maybe he was one of those traveling preachers coming to talk to sheriff Cooper because Santana says he has the devil in his trousers."
Pam gasped and shot a look to Cooper who seemed fixated on a spot on the ceiling. Brittany glanced at Santana for reassurance. She gestured for her to carry on.
"Anyway, I said hello and he screamed and dropped his letter before running away. I picked it up and at first I thought it was a love letter, but then I realized it was a ransom letter. For Kurt and Blaine."
Burt stood up and slowly approached Brittany as if she would bolt away.
"Where is it now, Brittany? I really need to see it."
The girl flashed him a dazzling smile and withdrew the crinkled paper from her skirt pocket. Burt took it and opened it frantically as everyone crowded around his shoulders. Burt's eyes scanned the paper quickly, then his face went pale. He sunk down onto the couch and covered his face with his hand.
"It's the Crawford Gang."
As if they had rehearsed it, the entire room gasped together. Everyone had all heard of the infamous band of robbers, but they had never taken hostages before. Pam snatched the note from Burt's hand and read it just as quickly before covering her mouth with a trembling hand.
"They want five-hundred dollars." She fell to the couch beside Burt. Everyone was silent again, all worried about the poor boys. "I- I don't have that kind of money. Blaine only just started making some... maybe I could sell my wedding ring..." mumbled Pam. She looked down sadly at the plain gold band on her left hand.
"There's no need for that," Burt said with a determined glint in his eye. "I'll sell the shop and my horses. I have some money saved." He looked to Carole briefly who nodded. That money had been for their wedding and then their new life together as a family. Both didn't hesitate to use it for Kurt and Blaine's return, however.
Pam shook her head. "I couldn't ask you to give all that up and not contribute. I surely have something I can sell..."
"We will figure all that out eventually. I think the main thing we need to do is get the money together quickly so we can pay the ransom." As usual, Burt was nothing if not direct.
Sam's father stepped forward, his hat twisted in his hands. "Mrs. Anderson. Burt. I know it isn't much, but I would like to pitch in some money. Now, don't protest, Burt. You and Kurt helped us out when we had that dry spell a few years back and my family might have starved of not for you. And Blaine has been such a hard worker and good friend to my boy. I want to help. It's what neighbors do."
"We can help too," Santana said from her corner where she had pulled Brittany back into her arms. "Blaine's sweet tooth could keep us in business for months." She shrugged like she didn't care, but her eyes were pinched with worry.
"We can help too," Mercedes said after getting a nod of approval from her dad. "Kurt is my best friend and I will do anything to get him back."
Soon everyone was stepping forward to contribute. Pam was sobbing again, but this time from the kindness of her neighbors and Burt's eyes were misty as well.
"Hang on just a minute," Cooper interposed with his hands on his hips. "While this is all very generous and I want my brother back more than you all, I think I know more about the Crawford Gang than anyone else. They are criminals, and not very honest ones. How do we know they won't take the money and run? We aren't guaranteed to get them back."
Pam whimpered pitifully and Cooper clasped her shoulder in a reassuring way.
"Cooper, we don't know, but we have to try," Pam said wetly. "I would rather be homeless and have Blaine safe than be surrounded by diamonds and my baby be lost. I would rather just pay it."
Burt nodded sagely. "I agree with your mother. I won't risk Kurt's safety by ignoring their demands. I would love to throttle them myself, but I have to make sure he's okay."
"What if I told you I had a plan?" Cooper stated, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Burt and Pam shared another look and then turned to the sheriff.
"Go ahead."
"Kurt! Kurt! Wake up!"
Blaine's voice came from somewhere foggy that Kurt struggled to comprehend. His head throbbed in pain like he had been kicked in the face while shoeing a horse. He answered Blaine with an incoherent babble.
"Oh Kurt!" Through the haze of pain and nausea, Kurt felt the familiar arms wrap around him tightly. "I was so worried about you! When that brute punched you, you went out cold and I couldn't wake you up and I could barely remember what to do and you might have a concussion and-"
Kurt warily opened the eye that wasn't swollen and saw the dirt-smudged face of his lover screwed up in despair. Tears had cut pale streaks through some of the dirt and his hair was a tangled mess of curls that looked like rats were trying to make a nest. Still, his honeyed eyes shone brightly and he seemed uninjured.
"Blaine!"
The dark-haired boy stopped his hysterical rambling and snapped his attention to the other boy. Kurt softened. "Everything's alright. I have a headache from hell and my eye feels three times it's normal size, but I'm okay. You need to breathe, my dear."
Blaine did breathe.
Kurt noted they were in a different location, some sort of shabby tent without a guard in sight. However, he was under no delusions. He knew they couldn't just sneak out. He wondered how long he was out. They must have moved while he was unconscious. However, he had a more pressing question for Blaine now that they were all alone.
"Now, can you explain to me how our parents are going to pay that ransom? Because I know my dad sure as hell can't."
Blaine looked down at his bound hands sheepishly and picked at the dirt under his nails. "Well, honestly I wasn't thinking that far ahead. I just thought they were going to kill us and I tried to think quickly... Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry. I've gotten us into a real mess. First with the picnic idea that got us kidnapped in the first place, now this. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted nothing to do with me when we return home." With his head downturned, tears welled up in his eyes again and dripped onto the dirt floor. "If we ever return home."
Kurt leaned forward and tilted Blaine's chin up with a finger. "Hey, none of that! We were having a lovely day until that ass ruined everything." Blaine sniffed and finally met Kurt's eyes. "And it was quick thinking with the ransom. However, we both know that won't happen, so we have to think fast. Once they discover you lied, we are as good as dead."
Kurt kissed him softly, a kiss full of comfort and love. Blaine smiled into it and felt some tension leave his shoulders. Kurt looked awful. His hair was a dirty, unruly mess that he would have tried to cover up had he known the state it was in. His face was caked in dirt from laying passed out on the ground for so long and his eye was swollen shut in a puffy, purpley-black bruise. Blaine lifted his tied hands and carefully stroked his lover's face.
"Your poor eye. Does it hurt terribly?"
Kurt grinned. "It's not too bad. I was hoping it would make me look tough."
Blaine gave a watery chuckle before placing a gentle kiss on Kurt's lips. He drew back and tried to flex his wrists enough to get some circulation back. His hand was falling asleep and he had read enough about losing limbs, thank you very much.
"So, what was it you were saying about a plan?" Blaine asked.
Kurt licked his lips in thought. "Well, our hands are tied, but they can't restrain our feet. If we could just find an opportunity to get far enough away, maybe we could find our way back home. Start some sort of ruckus or distraction."
Blaine nodded along, trying to think of something that might work. "Maybe you could start singing and I could sneak to where the pots and pans are kept-" Kurt raised an eyebrow. Blaine continued. "Then I could bang them together and you could run while they are chasing me?"
Kurt sighed and resisted rolling his eyes. "Blaine, I doubt my singing is enough of a distraction for all that, even if I do pull focus." He smirked a bit before going on. "Also, I'm not running away without you. We are going home together or not at all."
Blaine sighed and let his head drop. "Then what do we do? They aren't going to let us out of their sight, especially now."
Kurt shrugged but kept turning plans over in his mind. "We just have to look for an opportunity. But when we do, we get away from here as fast as we can."
Blaine nodded, his shoulders set in determination. "Together."
"Yes," Kurt smiled. "Together."
Rick growled as Azimio landed another peanut shell on his head. "Will you stop that, you idiot!"
Azimio gave a wheezy laugh. "I would if it wasn't so damn funny to watch your face turn the same shade as your hair! You need to take a page out of my man Karofsky's book."
The bulky robber turned towards the man in question who was staring off into space with a pensive hand to his chin. Azimio threw a shell at him, but he didn't even flinch.
"See? Nothin'."
Rick just rolled his eyes and moved away to the other side of the tent where Jesse was pacing like a caged tiger. Sebastian was draped gracefully across the makeshift couch and wrinkled his nose in displeasure as Rick plopped next to him.
"If you're going to sit beside me," he said with a frown. "Bathe more regularly. You smell like a cow."
Rick just ignored him in favor of looking to their boss. "Adam, please tell me we are going to do something besides sit on our asses? I'm itching to go beat someone or take something."
Adam looked up from the trunk he was using as a table and all the papers spread out before him.
"Patience, Rick. If this plan works out, we will have that much more to work with when we retire. If not, you get to beat up two people." Adam's eyes flicked over to Jesse. "Will you please stop with the pacing? I'm tired just looking at you."
"There's room next to me right here." Sebastian winked and patted the space next to him like it was an expensive rug. Which, in all fairness, was pretty expensive considering they'd stolen it from a duke.
Ignoring Sebastian's advances once again, Jesse stopped and placed his hands on his hips. "Well, I'm sorry if I think this plan is stupid and leading us to failure. We are all about precision and rigorous planning, something this dumb idea lacks."
Everyone grew quiet. Usually Jesse was the only one brave enough to call Adam out. Their leader had quite the temper and he didn't put up with insurrection. Four pairs of eyes slid from Jesse to Adam who was still coolly hunched over his papers. Adam's hand stilled and he dropped the pencil he had been scribbling on his papers with. He folded his hands together and smiled dangerously. Jesse swallowed.
"Let me get this straight," Adam said softly. This was never good. The quieter Adam got, the more angry he was. "You are telling me that you think my plan is stupid, to your credit or idiocy, you did tell it to my face so that's something."
Jesse studied him for a moment, hands still stubbornly on his hips. Sebastian resisted the urge to cackle. Jesse stepped in it now. Anyone could see the boss was stressed. Now was probably the worst time to question him. Adam had slit men's throats for less. Sebastian looked back at Jesse gleefully. Maybe they would have a little excitement today. Jesse was pretty, but Sebastian wouldn't say no to seeing him getting knocked down a peg or two. He had a prissy, stuck up attitude and an aversion to fun. Jesse was licking his lips, the only sign he might be realizing he had pushed too hard.
"I didn't say you were stupid. Just the plan, which is technically Karofsky's idea. If he hadn't kidnapped those boys, we wouldn't be in this mess."
Karofsky winced. He had been quiet ever since his lapse in judgment. He had panicked, thinking the boys had discovered their camp.
"I gave the go-ahead on the plan, so now it's my plan." Adam had that sharp edge to his voice. Get him, Sebastian thought as his mouth watered for blood. He couldn't stop the smile from taking over his face.
Adam continued, his fingers digging into his own hands until the blood came. "I took a less than desirable situation and turned it into a way to get even more money. Are you telling me you don't want your share of the money?"
Jesse shook his head emphatically, dropping his hands and head a little. He definitely realized he had fucked up. His eyes had gone wide as Sebastian suspected he was remembering all the times Adam had dealt with little upstarts who questioned his plans.
"I'm not questioning you! I just was concerned since we are usually so much more careful..."
"Oh, so now I'm being careless?" Adam snarled.
Jesse backed away slowly. Sebastian sat on his hands so he wouldn't clap them in anticipation. Adam stood, the blood from his self-inflicted cuts dripping down his hands to the paper-covered trunk. His expression was thunderous and Jesse scrambled backwards as if he would be cut down by just Adam's eyes.
"Get out of here until we break camp! If I didn't have need of you, I would make an example of you right now!"
Jesse ducked quickly out of the tent, probably to go hide until Adam had calmed down or taken his anger out on someone else. Sebastian's smile dropped as he realized he wouldn't be seeing a show anymore. Adam didn't look at anyone else, just sat back down at his work and continued as if nothing had happened. That was part of the trouble with Adam; you never knew exactly where you stood and if you weren't careful, you could end up a puddle of blood on the floor. With a sigh, Sebastian contemplated asking if he could go play with the hostages awhile. He wouldn't kill them, of course. Just toy with them a little. They were both very pretty and he wouldn't mind having some fun with either of them. Adam wasn't in the mood though and no way was he making the same mistake as Jesse.
The rest of the room was quiet, no one daring to say anything lest they be the next one in Adam's warpath. Azimio even put his bag of peanuts away. Adam's voice cut through the tent, startling a jump out of everyone.
"Okay, I have the blueprints for our next job right here. It's a bank that we will be leaving for as soon as we are finished here. Now, all of you gather around and I'll explain your parts."
They did so cautiously, so as not to anger their boss further. No one went to fetch Jesse; it went unsaid that Adam would talk to him once the urge to eviscerate him left. They talked for half an hour before one of the perimeter scouts burst into the tent. Adam looked up sharply, causing the boy to falter a bit.
"Uh, sorry for interrupting, sir, but we sighted a group coming in from the town."
Muttering started up immediately.
"They're here?"
"How did they find our camp?"
"How many?"
Adam raised his hand and all the men clamped their mouths shut immediately. "Do they have the ransom?" Adam asked, his expression not flickering once.
The boy swallowed so hard he almost choked. "They claim they have it, sir."
"Let's go meet them then." Adam flipped the blueprints over to where it was only showing the map on its other side, then he smiled as he pulled their trademark black scarf over his face. The others followed suit.
Burt watched the group of men saunter towards him in a way that was meant to be intimidating, but he wasn't scared. They should be scared of him after what they had done to his son.
Kurt.
Burt's heart thumped painfully at the thought of his son or Blaine getting hurt. There was no telling how these men had treated them, especially if they found out they were together romantically. He hoped they had been smart. Burt's frown deepened as Finn placed a hand on his shoulder. They, together with Mr. Evans and Mr. Jones were standing ready to meet the robbers. Their camp wasn't hard to find; one of the scouts hadn't been careful enough.
The gang of men of all different shapes and sizes finally reached them and Burt clenched his fist. He just had to keep them talking for a few minutes. They could do this.
"Where's the money, old man?"
Burt didn't falter and his voice was firm and clear when he responded. "You'll get the money when I see the boys are unharmed."
His declaration was met with laughter from the gang. He couldn't see their faces well with the scarves around them and hats pulled low, but he knew they were smirking at his audacity.
"You will get pieces of the boys every day until we see the money," the guy who must have been the leader demanded.
Burt ground his teeth and Finn's grip tightened on his shoulder. "We have gotten the money together as quickly as we could and I think we deserve to see that they are unharmed." Burt ground out.
The leader laughed again, causing his men to snicker as well. "Not our problem. Hand over the money and we will give you the boys."
Finn shifted nervously while Burt was like a statue. No one pushed the Hummel's around, especially weaselly little gang members. He smiled and stepped closer to the men. "This is your last chance. Bring them out."
They didn't laugh this time. The gang just palmed their weapons, awaiting the signal from their leader.
"Where's the mon-"
The first crash sounded, cutting off the leader's reply. Burt and the others ducked for cover as they heard Cooper's whistle. The gang whipped their heads around in confusion, understanding now that they had been surrounded. Flaming glass bottles shattered into tents as they were immediately engulfed in fire. Utter chaos broke out as the horses startled and the Crawford gang split up to try to save their stolen goods. The flaming bottles kept coming, successfully burning some of the robbers who screamed in pain.
"Now, Finn!" Burt urged the young man next to him. Finn pulled Burt up with him from where they were laying low on the ground and skirted the camp until they got to the tents. They checked every one, looking for Kurt and Blaine. Burt was nearly frantic, trying to get to his son and Blaine before the distraction was dealt with and the gang came after them. He knew Cooper would keep them pinned down for awhile, but they would break free soon.
They finally came to a ragged looking tent and Burt felt his heart skip a beat. This had to be it. He didn't know why, but he just knew Kurt was in there. He all but ripped into the tent and his heart dropped at what he saw.
Ropes. Cut ropes that could have restrained two people. Burt's heart sank further. They were gone. Finn said something to him, but Burt didn't hear what it was. Where was his son? Had they killed them? Did they suffer? Tears pricked his eyes.
"Burt, we have to go! I hear them coming!" Burt gripped his pistol, considering staying there and taking out as many of the bastards as he could before he went down. Finn was tugging on him again. "Come on!"
Burt balked. "Kurt..."
"Did you hear what I said? They got away!" Burt stared at him. Finn growled in frustration. "I found Kurt's button! I know it's his because he yelled at me when I asked him what was so special about a button. You remember it was the day we saw that weird rock-"
"Finn!"
"Oh, yeah. Anyway, I found it and the only way Kurt would have left his button is if he was trying to leave here fast and didn't care. They were here and they got away!"
Burt shook his head. "You don't know they got away."
"I can't explain why, I just feel it. Those guys out there seemed like they thought they still had them. I don't know, Burt. It's a gut feeling." Finn grasped Burt's arm. "Don't you think you would know if Kurt was dead?"
Burt took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right. Let's go find Cooper."
They had been ambushed! While a few of the bumpkins from the town had pretended to negotiate with them, another group had snuck in from behind and reduced them to a bunch of panicked chickens. Things were on fire, his men were scrambling, and Adam wanted to kill those two boys.
He stormed into his tent, trying to ignore the painful burn on his arm as he began to gather his things. They had to ditch the plan and get out of there immediately which made Adam want to destroy things. There was still chaos going on outside, but his men were holding their own. It wouldn't last, however, because they were thieves, not soldiers. He hastily grabbed up his papers, throwing them into a sack and then headed to the trunk. He stopped short, panic making his throat close up and fury shoot through his body. It was gone! All his hard work! Rick practically fell through the tent opening and swatted at his singed hair.
"Boss! You have to hurry! If we are going to get away we have to go now!"
Adam smashed his fist down onto the trunk so hard, it splintered slightly. He pushed Rick on his way out of his tent and into the one that held the prisoners a few down. It was empty, cut ropes littering the ground. Rick followed him, gasping at what Adam had suspected.
"We aren't leaving."
"What? Why?"
"They stole my blueprints. I'm going to find those little fuckers and make them wish they had never been born!"
Rick swallowed nervously as another bottle crashed outside. Adam growled and stalked out into the night before whistling to his men.
Those boys would pay. How dare they try to ruin his plans! All the things he could do to them flashed through his mind and caused his mouth to twitch up. The Crawford Gang ran through the woods and into the night, leaving their camp behind them. They would be taking everything they lost out of the two boys backs.
The Crawford Gang was going on the hunt.
They were running.
Kurt knew he had never run so fast in his life, not even away from bullys during his school days. Blaine was holding his hand like his life depended on it which, Kurt figured, he guessed it did. They ran through the darkening woods, crashing around and not really caring about covering their tracks in an effort to get away as fast as they could. They didn't stop running until they were gasping for breath and their lungs burned.
"You think... we are far enough... away?" Blaine panted in between harsh breaths.
He still held Kurt's hand. Kurt shrugged from where he was bent over and trying to catch his breath. Blaine shifted the pack on his back. They would have to move again soon, hopefully find some water, and keep running. Kurt stood back up and noticed one of his mother of pearl buttons was gone from his waist coat. Damn. He loved those buttons. He thought he had dropped something back at the camp, but he didn't have a second to stop.
"We need to keep going," Kurt finally said, his voice hoarse from running. "But now that we got farther away, now we need to try to cover our tracks."
Blaine nodded in agreement. He was still trying to breathe. He exercised, but Kurt's legs were so much longer than his and he was really fast. Kurt had lovely legs... Blaine shook his head at his priorities.
Not the time, Anderson.
He squeezed Kurt's hand and they began quickly but carefully picking their way through the woods, trying not to leave tracks or broken branches.
The escape had been frightening. Blaine was sure he was experiencing a heart attack, but somehow they got away.
Earlier at the camp, he had fallen asleep on Kurt's shoulder and was startled awake by the brunet sitting up suddenly. A crash sounded outside, followed by the sound of their guard running towards the sound and away from their tent.
"Kurt! Wha-"
Kurt shushed Blaine with upraised hands still tied together. "Something is going on. I think it might be a rival gang or something..."
His reply was punctuated by yelling and more crashing. Blaine grasped Kurt's arm and tugged him into a standing position. "I think our opportunity has arrived, my love."
Kurt nodded in agreement and they frantically untied each other's bonds. Blaine had rubbed his ropes against a sharp rock in the dirt earlier while Kurt was passed out and now they frayed much easier. As they dropped the ropes, they gave each other determined, meaningful looks and Kurt allowed Blaine to drag him out into the fray.
Everything was mayhem. There was screaming and yelling and even a man running around on fire. Small fires were everywhere and still more crashing around them. Blaine and Kurt clung to each other desperately, hoping to avoid the flames. They ran towards the woods, but a yell made them hesitate and then they saw one of the Crawford gang stalking towards them. Kurt realized he hadn't spotted them yet and pulled Blaine into the tent beside them until he passed them by. Blaine tried to speak, but Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth and they stood very still until the shadow the man cast on the side of the tent glided away. Blaine's eyes grew wide as he saw where they were and pointed at the table in the middle of the room.
It had been arranged as a meeting room of sorts, with comfy places to sit and maps were spread out on a trunk. His gaze snagged on a familiar glint of silver. Blaine wriggled out of Kurt's arms and darted towards the corner where a pack had been carelessly thrown.
"Blaine!" Kurt hissed. "What are you doing?"
He snatched his pocket watch off the table and tossed it into the pack. He glanced into the bag and noted the items inside.
"I'm taking my pocket watch they stole back. It was from my father and since we are in here anyway, I might as well. It's all I have left of him."
Kurt let his retort die on his tongue. Blaine hadn't looked at him as he said it, but Kurt knew he was emotional about it. He knew what it was like to have a small part of his parent left and how you cling to it. He peeked out a crack in the tent flap to check if there was a clear shot into the woods.
"Just hurry. We need to get out of here before someone even worse grabs us."
Blaine nodded even though Kurt wasn't looking at him and threw some food he found laying around in the pack as well. Then he caught sight of the papers on the trunk. "Would a map of the area be helpful?"
Kurt waved distractedly from where he was still looking out of the tent. "Sure."
Blaine stuffed it into the pack as well and put the watch carefully into his breast pocket, close to his heart. Then he grabbed Kurt's hand and they made for the woods as fast as possible. They thought they heard someone nearby as they ducked into the woods, so without needing to communicate, they ran. Blaine thought it odd and almost gave a manic giggle, but as they were running away, he could have sworn he heard Cooper's whistle. It was probably just a lack of sleep and adrenaline cocktail making him hallucinate...
Blaine smiled over at Kurt who was trying to maneuver around a bush without breaking it or letting go of Blaine. They had escaped. Together. Everything was going to be fine.
If you love Jesse, Dave, Adam, Sebastian, or the others, please don't hate us because we made them the bad guys lol. We needed some villains so we used them. I personally like a morally grey Sebastian, but he served a purpose here. We look forward to hearing what y'all think! -A and K