A/N: So, I've realized I'm much more capable at writing song fics instead of continuous chapter fics. Correct me if I'm wrong on that. Anyway I'll finish this story, don't worry. And sorry for the wait. I have to make it good! c:

Kurt's drive to Blaine's house was always long, yet it seemed to drag as he pushed his pedal harder. The Ohio country side put Kurt at easy most days, but today he couldn't focus on anything but Blaine or getting to Blaine.

He quickly pulled into Blaine's gravel road and jumped out of his car. He raised his hand to tap lightly on the front door, concentrating on his iPhone text to Blaine.

I'm here. He sent.

He looked up, the door was creaked open. He shrugged it off, figuring Blaine was becoming more mysterious.

He walked in. All the lights were turned off, except the hallway light. He glanced through his living room and into the kitchen, seeing no one.

"Blaine?" He continued to the hallway.

He heard a creak behind him and he turned immediately.

No one was there.

"Blaine, really, we can play hide-and-seek later," Kurt said, laughing nervously.

"Blaine's not here," a voice said.

He felt a thump hit the back of his head, and he saw no more.

"KURT!" Blaine screamed. "Kurt, no!"

Kurt was tied up against the wall, with tight cord ropes. He had duck tape covering his mouth. His eyes were closed; he had still not awakened from his fainting.

"Please do anything you want to me," Blaine begged to the unknown. "Just leave Kurt alone, please. Please." He felt a tear fall down his face.

"Shut up," the deep voice said.

The masked man shoved a blindfold on Blaine's face. "NO! NO KURT!"

Kurt stirred just before Blaine's blindfold reached his eyesight.

"Do you know what I hate?" Kurt shook his head, frightened. "Your fucking boyfriend."

Kurt raised his head slowly to face his attacker, blackmailer, everything.

He was wearing a devilish smile with a cross of annoyance. He was buff, muscular and reminded Kurt of a huge gorilla. He pulled his mask off his eyes and turned to Kurt.

"Karofsky?"

Karofsky became touched. "I love how you sound," and he brushed himself against Kurt's face.

Blaine screamed behind his closed eyes. "Kurt, get out of here!"

Karofsky kicked him in the stomach, hard. "Now shut up, you cockblock."

Kurt became wise of his surroundings. "Karofsky, look at me. Not Blaine."

Karofsky turned on him. His eyes sparked. "Kurt," he said.

Kurt searched frantically for a topic of interest. "Karofsky, do you remember when you used to talk to me?"

Karofsky nodded, awestruck of Kurt.

Kurt continued, "We would talk about the weather, the football team winning, but then you left school." Kurt hesitated. "Why did you leave?"

Karofsky frowned. "I think I liked you too much. I thought it was wrong.. my dad thought it was wrong."

"Your father?" Kurt's voice strained.

Karofsky nodded. "I knew I was gay. I didn't know if he knew though. So, I told him I wanted to transfer schools. I still kept an eye on you though." He glared at Blaine. "Couldn't let anyone else have you."

Kurt gave a small plastered smile. "And I appreciate that."

Karofsky looked confused. "You do?"

"Of course, Dave, you were protecting me. Just like you are right now."

Karofsky blushed. "I love you, Kurt."

"I know. Can you do me a favor?"

He quickly became wary. "Yes?"

"Let Blaine go."

Blaine had been quiet this whole time, trusting Kurt's judgement and words. Karofsky turned to him again and lifted his blindfold. Blaine's eyes flooded with the light of his basement and he groaned. He spit blood out of his mouth and looked at Kurt.

"Get out, lover boy," Karofsky threatened. "This is between Kurt and I."

Blaine locked eyes with Kurt and Kurt exchanged a silent message.

I'll be fine.

Blaine nodded and quickly walked out of the basement. He heard a click on the lock behind him before he rushed to the kitchen telephone.