Most of them were dirty, and at least half of them were pregnant, or had a baby in their arms already. The ones that weren't pregnant, looked extremely thin, and all of them were doe eyed with fright.
The sight of the babies screaming down here in the dark, damp and dirty room, made his heart ache. This was not the place babies should be born into.
He was the oldest in the room, most of them were so young, Kurt thought that some of them may even still be in high school. He felt for the poor boys. When a door slammed somewhere above them, they had all flinched, all except Kurt, and had hidden their faces or let out a short cry of fright.
If footsteps appeared to get closer to their only door, they all scurried, as quickly as they could, into one corner to huddle together for comfort and safety. Kurt watched them do this, from where he sat away from them, up against the opposite wall. They all seemed so shaken and disturbed, and the babies were constantly screaming, that Kurt felt his alpha urges to protect and comfort, kicking in.
He stood up slowly, so as not to frighten any of them further, and he slowly made his way over to the group of boys. As he got closer, he heard a little bit of growling and whining, some whimpering with trepidation, and he placed his hands up in front of him.
"Hey," he said softly, gentle with his tone, hands stretched out in front of him as he moved closer, "It's ok, boys, it's ok. You don't have to be frightened of me...it's ok."
At his comforting tone, a lot of them had relaxed a little, and he turned to one of the boys with a screaming baby, that he couldn't seem to comfort by himself, because he was so shaky, and Kurt smiled encouragingly at him as he knelt next to him.
"Hey, my name's Kurt, is this your baby?" he asked the young boy, who couldn't be any older than 17, and he nodded, too shaky to speak.
"What's his name?" Kurt asked and the boy looked down at the baby before looking back at Kurt.
"Harry." the boy said quietly, and Kurt smiled again, while he reached out to stroke over the baby's chubby cheek lightly, and the boy shook a little more.
"It's ok, I have kids of my own at home," Kurt started as his eyes prickled with the thought of his baby Justin at home, "Can I hold him?"
The boy nodded shakily and with a small smile, he handed the little baby to Kurt.
"How old is he?" Kurt asked and the boy quietly replied, "5 weeks."
Kurt nodded and smiled down at the baby, who was still screaming, and then he slowly began to rock his arms back and forth, holding tightly to the baby. After a little patience and gentle rocking the baby calmed, and Kurt handed him back to the young man.
"Don't be so nervous, you're doing a good job." Kurt told him encouragingly as the boy stared down at his sleeping baby in silent awe.
"Excuse me?" Another quiet voice came from behind Kurt and he turned to see a couple of boys approaching him with their own screaming babies, "Could you help...?"
Kurt smiled at all of the tired faces in front of him, before he nodded and took the first offered baby into his arms. After a short while, Kurt had managed to calm most of the babies and the new parents down, and he sat back as a few other pregnant boys crept closer to talk to him.
"Hi." Kurt said to them as they sat by him, and one of them held out his hand to him.
"Hi, I'm Bradley, this is Eddy and Billy." He said as Kurt shook his hand and gestured to the two boys next to him, Bradley was a sweet looking kid, bright green eyes that seemed to glow in the dark space they were in and light brown, almost blonde hair.
"Nice to meet you boy, my name's Kurt."
"You're older than all of us aren't you?" The one named Billy asked and Bradley elbowed him slightly but the latter just shrugged and looked at Kurt curiously for an answer.
"Yes, I believe so," Kurt said while looking around at everyone, "I'm 33."
"Yeah, you're the oldest." Bradley said, and Kurt was about to respond, when the door to the space slammed open, and all the boys jumped and huddled behind Kurt.
Kurt looked over to the door with a raised eyebrow, before the man standing there gestured to him with a sneer on his face, to get up and follow, so Kurt reluctantly rose to his feet.
As he walked towards the door, where the gruff man was standing, he heard some whimpers behind him, and he turned to assure them he was going to be okay, but all they did was look at him with sad, knowing eyes and Kurt didn't know what may happen.
As he crossed the threshold of the door, the man roughly gripped his hair and dragged him forward, Kurt hissing slightly with the pain, but he didn't cry, and he didn't yell out. He looked defiantly up at the man holding him and glared at him, the man only sneered back at him before dragging him through a short corridor and up a few steps, then through another door.
Kurt silently thanked his father for the Hummel traits he had, stubborn and strong willed. As he was pushed through another short corridor and up another flight of stairs, he looked around him at the sights. There were wolves everywhere, fighting and clawing each other, others were lounging around, there were a few guys playing a drinking game, and some that had some of the carrier boys from downstairs with them, and Kurt watched sadly as they touched them all inappropriately and pushed them around. He felt a growl rising but suppressed it, it wouldn't do any good getting riled up in a room full of enemies.
"In here." The man who had his hair, opened a doorway, and pushed him in roughly, before letting go of his hair, and Kurt stumbled but managed to catch himself on the side of a bedframe, of the bed, that was in the room. "Wait here for the boss."
The gruff man left and Kurt huffed to himself, and rubbed at his head. After a minute or so, of being locked in, Kurt did try the door and then the window, both were locked tight, there was a click and the door opened again, to reveal 3 burly men and a smaller but tall man, all with a sneer on their faces.
Kurt eyed them all as they came in, he was getting extremely uncomfortable being in some type of bedroom with 4 guys that he didn't know.
The tall man stepped forward.
"Good evening, you just be the new one?" He said as he turned to one of the others, who nodded at him and he grinned before turning back to Kurt, "Aren't you a pretty one?"
"What do you want with me?" Kurt asked with a bite in his tone and the man grinned at him.
"We need carriers, it's as simple as that."
"Why?"
"Why do you think?" The man's smile was dangerous and Kurt held back a small shudder, "To breed of course."
Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock, as all the faces that had been on the news, or on T.V came flooding through his kind, and he managed to match some to the dirty faces of a few of the young boys downstairs. His mouth hung open in shock for a second before he felt the breath leave him, at the realization of what he was doing here.
"Those boys...downstairs...you-you-" Kurt stammered out as he tried to process this information.
"Yes, I'm afraid they are here against their will, and so are you, correct?" He said and Kurt nodded before swallowing down the growing feeling of dread as he spoke with the awful being in front of him.
"So, why exactly are you...breeding carriers?" Kurt continued making the man talk, even though he knew if he was to make a break for it, it would probably end up in the same outcome.
"Because they like it." One of his henchman said, and Kurt turned a glare towards him, with a disgusted look on his face.
"Jared...I believe the question was for me?" The tall man said, and Jared apologized to his boss, before the man turned to Kurt with a wry grin again. "For the little ones, of course, they make big bucks."
"You sell the babies?!"
"A big company in Russia needs a collection of fresh werewolves, they're performing experiments for a new weapon, I'm helping start a little war."
"War? You're despicable." Kurt replied, baring holding in his disgust for the man standing before him.
"I'm afraid we all are, despicable, in some sense of that word...huh pretty one?" The man said as he took a step forward, and Kurt didn't show any fear, and didn't take a step backwards, this seemed to excite the man and he grinned, "You're a little breeder yourself, aren't ya? Tell me, how many males have cubs with you, in your home?"
"It's a pack home. I only have one mate." Kurt explained through gritted teeth, on the edge of a snarl.
"I don't believe that for a second, pretty carriers like you are used by the pack."
"Not my pack."
"Your pack? Are you telling me that you're an alpha?" The man looked intrigued at this and Kurt just glared at him.
"It's none of your business."
"That's where you're wrong darling," The man said as he placed his hand underneath Kurt's chin, tilting his face up, and looking over his face, "You see, I need a strong carrier down there, taking charge of the others, and I need a few cubs of my own, so..."
Kurt literally blanched with disgust as he pulled himself out of the man's grip.
"I will never bear children for you!"
"I'm afraid, you have no choice here."
As the man finished his sentence, the other 3 men in the room rushed forwards and grabbed Kurt, one by his shoulders, one his hair, and one by the back of his pants, and they wrestled him down onto the bed, bending him forward down onto it, as Kurt growled and tried kicking out at them, but they tightened their hold on him as one went to get a piece of rope, to tie Kurt arms behind his back.
"You see, I need these guys to deal with feisty ones like you, but eventually you'll learn to accept it and I won't need them anymore." The man explained as Kurt felt him step up right behind him, pushing his hips against Kurt's ass.
Kurt growled deep in his chest as the man's hands ran all over his back, travelling up to his shoulder blades, and then over where the rope tied his hands together, and then down further to rub firmly over Kurt's clothed ass a few times, before going further down to the back of his thighs.
"Yeah...you're so beautiful, and strong, and feisty, you're gonna make a good bitch for me." He said as he continued stroking over Kurt, and Kurt had flinched slightly at the word 'Bitch' but he never showed any ounce of fear as the guy moved around behind him.
"You can try, but I'll never yield to you. You can do what you want to me, but I'll never be your bitch!" Kurt exclaimed defiantly, as the man's henchmen pulled Kurt's jeans down his thighs, followed by his underwear.
Kurt's back arched as he tried to kick his legs out, his instincts now telling him that he needed to get away, but 2 of the big guys just pushed him down into the thin mattress of the bed harder, and he growled as he felt the man's hands on his bare ass.
"You think so? Well...we'll just see about that, won't we." The man said against his ear, and Kurt turned his face away, breathing heavily at the situation he found himself in, "Hold him still."
The burly men pressed against him a little harder, and Kurt could feel the edge of the bed frame underneath the thin mattress start digging into his stomach, and he growled as he couldn't move, and he heard a rustling sound behind him, before there were wet fingers at his entrance.
His body jerked forward at the shock of it, and he ended up hurting one of his hips on the bedframe, but the fingers did not deter, and pushed inside him roughly.
Kurt's body went tense as it was violated, and he had to control the urge to vomit as the man's fingers disappeared inside him roughly, again and again. After a while he removed them but Kurt only heard the sound of a zipper and what sounded like the man licking his own hand, before there was something bigger and blunter than fingertips nudging harshly at his hole.
He bit his lip as the guy slammed his hips forward, Kurt's body yielding to his ministrations, painfully, and he grit his teeth as the man moaned out above him.
"So tight, even after all those kids." The man said as he bent his head to sniff at the back of Kurt's hair, and Kurt growled lightly, trying to move himself away, but he couldn't.
The man gripped his hips a little harder, and started to pump in and out faster, Kurt was practically shaking, but was silent in his pain, and the man groaned above him as he slammed harder and harder inside.
Kurt was just about to let go of the yell that had built up in his chest of the pain, and humiliation and helplessness, of the situation when he felt the man above him, groan low, like a growl, and he felt his cock throb and release inside him.
The bile in Kurt's stomach burned his throat, as his body reacted to being touched in this manner, and he was forced to hold back his vomit, as the guy pulled out of him, and Kurt felt his come slipping free and running down his thighs.
"Take him back downstairs." The man said as he zipped up his jeans and left the room, the other burly men, releasing the ropes from around his wrists and let him stand.
Kurt reached down to pull his underwear and jeans back up, before standing and looking up at his captors in defiance, head held high and facial features neutral, hiding the pain and embarrassment. They sneered at him, and one grabbed him roughly by his hair again as he was dragged from the room.
He was roughly thrown through the door into the dank, dark space again, and the door slammed shut as he slammed onto his knees, his legs unable to steady him. Pain shot up his spine from the ache in his ass and he hissed in discomfort.
"Kurt, are you ok?" Bradley asked and Kurt looked up at him, before nodding his head with a slightly pained frown.
"Yeah...I'm ok." He said as he tried to get up again, but he couldn't.
Bradley and a couple of the others, grabbed onto him and helped him to his feet, a few of them making humming noises and whining, trying their best to comfort him, but he honestly didn't need their comfort, although he let them carry on with it for a while.
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The police were acting too slow, according to Blaine, it had been 3 weeks and the system sucked. The police had to go through all the proper channels and get all the right forms together before they could go searching, Blaine was starting to lose his patience.
The first couple of days had been a blur, Burt and Carole had turned up, followed shortly after that by Blaine's mom, and then Cooper had shown up on the doorstep.
"Coop?" Blaine had said when he opened the door and his older brother didn't utter a word as he stepped through and dragged him into his arms.
Blaine had sobbed and cried his eyes out against his older brother's chest, and Cooper had just tightened his grip and tried to comfort him.
Everyone had been there when the first lot of information had been received by the inspector. They had managed to clearly pick out a few of the faces on the footage, and were running their identities through the photograph database, but the inspector had told Blaine that it could take up to another 24 hours to get a match.
That had been on day 4.
They got a match and a couple of names. And they now had enough to go on for a warrant for arrest and a search of any and all properties listed under their names. The list of properties would be hard to get, and Blaine had waited anxiously by the phone for the last week waiting for an update.
Everyone else had called in, to ask how things were, Mercedes, Santana, Elliot, Eleanor, but they still had no information to give them.
The children missed Kurt. Elizabeth had cried herself to sleep the first 2 d nights, without him there, and then she had decided to sleep in Puck's room, until her dada came back.
Alex was very quiet, he cried sometimes, and shouted that he missed his dad, but after that he refused to talk to anybody. Isabella was also not herself, she was constantly being naughty, touching things and sticking her tongue out at Blaine every time he tried to tell her off.
Blaine had sighed after one such incident and buried his head in his hands, Carole had taken over and had taken Isabella upstairs to give Blaine a little bit of a break.
But the worst of all was little Justin, he cried a lot, screamed even more. And Blaine usually cried with him, he couldn't help but feel helpless, and weak, in the face of this, having to deal with so much. Blaine cried by himself at night, alone in his bedroom, clutching an old shirt of Kurt's from the hamper in the bathroom, that still had his scent on it, and buried his face in it, as tears ran down his cheeks.
Justin was nearly 3 months now, and Blaine knew that he wanted Kurt. They all did. He couldn't blame Isabella for being naughty, she was just acting out because it's all she could do, none of them had any clue how long they would have to wait for news.
Blaine just hoped that wherever he was, his husband was remaining strong, and had courage in the face of his situation. Blaine knew he would be, even Burt had professed how stubborn and defiant Kurt was, and he bet he was giving his kidnappers a run for their money.
It had made Blaine smile, as he thought of Kurt's glare and his utter defiance, and it made him feel a little better that his mate was a strong person. If he wasn't, Blaine had doubted very much that he would be ok, when they found him.
For now, it was all a waiting game.
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Kurt had no idea how long he had been here. The days blurred together when all you do is stare at 4 dark walls, every minute of everyday. There was no sense of time. There was only the smell of desperation in here.
The babies were staring to cough, and some of the pregnant boys had become ill, including Bradley. Kurt felt so bad for all of them, he had been here the shortest amount of time, but he was faring better than most of these boys.
They didn't receive much food here either, the men upstairs barely acknowledged that they had to feed the carriers if they wanted to breed them, but Kurt doubted many of them cared about it.
He was hungry, his stomach hurt. And everyday here, what felt like everyday to him, he was raped. Always by the boss, and it was always so quick and disgusting and painful, Kurt was still struggling though and he tried to bite him once, so he was still being held down, it only made the sick feeling inside of him worse.
Every time Kurt struggled he would be hit, if he talked back to him, which he did quite a lot, he would be hit, if he laughed at him, he would be hit. So far Kurt has had a few beatings between being fucked, but all it serves to do is make him fight harder. It's the Hummel gene, it's unbreakable.
Once while he was being taken, he had laughed and said,
"You think that tiny dick will get me pregnant, don't bother, you'll never be able to reach the places that my mate reaches...he was bigger than you anyway!"
Needless to say, he thinks he might have sustained a broken rib from being kicked around, and which he had let out a crazed laugh as he spat blood allover the floor.
"Yeah, that's right...beat me up, hurt me...make sure I can't get pregnant, or if I am...make sure I lose it...coz I will never, NEVER, BEAR CHILDREN FOR YOU!"
He had woken up back in the dirty place of hell, with a massive headache.
The boys were all impressed with how durable he was, but even they could see the cracks that had started to appear, when he became pale, and stopped eating, and when he began throwing up, and mumbling to himself that he hoped it was just illness from dirty conditions and not a baby.
Bradley coughed from next to him, and Kurt had pulled the blanket tighter around him. He had gotten to know Bradley better than any of the others, and he was such a sweet kid. He was already pregnant when they had taken him form his home, in Pennsylvania, and he never got a chance to tell his boyfriend about it before he was snatched.
He was 16, and he had wanted to be a fire fighter when he left high school. Kurt had smiled sadly at him. He was also 7 months pregnant and very ill.
"Hey Brad, you ok?" Kurt asked and Bradley nodded his head slightly.
"Yeah, just a little cold." He said as he shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around himself.
Kurt knew the signs, he had an infection, or maybe pneumonia, something wasn't right, and a fever always made you feel cold, even in this hot and stinky prison.
"Maybe you should try to sleep?" Kurt suggested and placed an arm around the young boy, who smiled gratefully and snuggled against him.
"Ok."
Kurt hoped that Blaine, or someone would find them, before any of these boys or their babies became deathly ill. Kurt wouldn't be able to stay sane if any of them died around him.
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The police were still going through all the proper procedure crap, and Blaine had just about had enough of their playing around. It didn't feel like they were taking this very seriously and Blaine wanted to scream at them to do something. Anything.
"They said that there is a chance that they're in one of the surrounding states." Cooper had relayed the information as he received it by phone, while Blaine had been rocking Justin to sleep.
"Tell them that we need names and addresses." Blaine demanded as he cuddled his sleeping son closer, and Cooper waved him off as he was talking with the officer on the line.
"They have 3 names, from the footage you gave them, all the men had been arrested before, all petty criminals." Cooper said as the man on the phone told him all he could, "They had a couple warehouses in Columbus, that were shut down because of them dealing in illegal substances."
"Addresses Cooper."
Cooper asked and wrote down the addresses of a couple of linked whereabouts that the men from the cameras had had a while ago, there had been no recent reported activity surrounding the addresses but at least it was a start.
"One just outside Pittsburgh and two near Columbus, where should we start?" Blaine said when Cooper had handed him the scrap of paper with addresses on it, but Burt piped up from the couch.
"Why don't you let the police handle it, I don't want you getting into trouble, Blaine. Any of you boys." He said as he glanced around nervously at all of them, but they all had their eyes on Blaine.
"Burt, I understand really, but I have to go and get my mate back. I don't care what it takes." Blaine said with determination and danger in his voice and Puck and Sebastian both nodded at him.
"Start with Pittsburgh, it's closest, 2 hours max." Cooper reiterated and Blaine nodded and handed baby Justin to Burt, before changing swiftly, the others following one by one, except Sam.
"I'll keep an eye on the kids with Burt and Carole." He told Blaine and the black wolf nodded before he took off and barged his way out of his front door, closely followed by an equally large black wolf, a dark grey wolf and a reddish brown wolf.
"I hope this doesn't end up being a stupid idea." Burt said and Sam placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Blaine just wants Kurt back, they'll be alright."
"I hope so."
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They ran.
Running was what they were built for.
They ran alongside highways, took so many shortcuts through bushes and fields, stopping to read street signs when they could, to know they were heading in the right direction.
Blaine had Cooper on his heels, he was grateful for having his brother with him. They dodged traffic a few times, trucks honking at them as they passed, but they paid the vehicles no mind, intent on getting to their first destination quickly.
Eventually after about an hour, the roads turned into dirt paths, and they stopped to sniff around, they could smell where there were people and that usually meant a built up area like a village or town, and they needed signs to point them in the direction.
They ran ahead, into a small rural town, stopping to see if there were any signs on the outskirts.
Huntingdon.
They were on the right track, they gathered around the sign for a while as Blaine thought about the map in his kind, he had tried to memorize the route they were heading earlier. He whined and looked around before he took off, the others close behind him. Heading in the eastern direction, they ran faster.
Blaine could hear all the pants of breath behind him, but he kept up the fast pace, he wanted to do this fast. Cooper chuffed from his left side and Blaine looked over as they ran, Cooper pointed his nose in the direction of a highway, and Blaine nodded slightly before leading everyone over to the highway, and they began following it into Pittsburgh.
Blaine could feel his heart speeding up, pumping more blood into his muscles to keep his legs moving, and he started panting. They weren't used to running, but they couldn't slow down, not now.
Blaine shook his head, cleared his mind, and pushed himself harder, muscles in his legs burning as he ran.