Chapter Two!

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Most of their days were now spent with each other, trying to catch up on lost time. Time, however, cannot be regained, and as much as they spent together, both could not erase those three weeks where they were absent from one another. Blaine attempted to call Adam to break up with him, but the hotel said he checked out two days prior. There was only one number on the shard of paper. He tore it in half and threw it away.

Some days, the pair just lay on Kurt's bed, content to just be near each other. Other days were spent lazily kissing. This day was the sort that you wake up feeling good about.

"I have to go to the mall for a little bit, okay?" Kurt kissed Blaine's nose.

"Okay. Be careful," Blaine replied.

"When am I not?" He smiled.

"True."

Kurt drove to the Lima mall he was so familiar with. Once there, he parked and headed straight for the jewelry store.

When he had picked out and purchased something he deemed acceptable, he returned to his car. However, he was halted before he could get in.

"Excuse me, I'm lost. Could you help me?"

Kurt turned around. Oh, crap. It was Adam.

"Hello," And a hand was pressed over his mouth. Kurt became very lightheaded and dizzy.

"Wha… wha d'you do?" He collapsed. Jacob removed the chloroform-soaked handkerchief and deposited it in his pocket. Tried and true. He took Kurt's keys from his hand and unlocked the car, setting Kurt in the passenger-side seat with no trouble. He climbed in and the car drove off.

When Kurt blinked his eyes open half an hour later, he was attacked. Or rather, a phone was thrust in his face.

"Call Blaine. Tell him I have you," Adam said, smiling. "And tell him… my name is Jacob."

Kurt gasped and went to stand. Jacob instantly had a gun pointed at his head. "I wouldn't do that," He said warningly.

Kurt lifted his phone with shaking fingers and dialed Blaine's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Blaine."

"Is something wrong? You sound upset," Blaine said worriedly.

"I'm not really okay right now… I've been kidnapped."

"Oh my god, by who? I'll fucking kill them! Are you hurt? Do you know where you are?"

"Jacob Hassen. I don't know why, or what he wants, but-" Jacob took the phone from Kurt's fingers.

"Hello, Blaine. Nice seeing you again. And I must say, that sex was pretty amazing," He smirked.

"What the hell have you done to Kurt? I'll kill you!"

"Now, now, no need to threaten me. I'm just going to hold him for a little while. Think of it like a game. Every day, I do something to him, worse and worse, and you have a chance to find him. If you don't… well, let's not think of that," Hassen said.

"Fuck you, Hassen. I will find Kurt, and when I do, you'll go to jail. And I'll tell them about the r-rape."

"Will you?" It wasn't clear which part of Blaine's threat he was answering. "I'm tired of you. Goodbye, Blaine. And I'll give you an incentive," He put the phone on speaker and set it on a table. He reached over and grabbed Kurt's hair, roughly tugging at it. Kurt whimpered. Hassen slid his hand down Kurt's stomach, laughing when he cried out and tried to writhe away.

"What are you doing- Kurt! Stay strong! I'll be there soon!"

Jacob ended the call. "Now, prettyboy, you have two choices. Sexual assault or just assault. Take your pick."

"Will my choice even make a difference?" Kurt said glumly.

"I'll put it this way: assault means punching, kicking, and maybe some groping thrown in. Sexual means groping, kissing, whatever I feel like doing."

Kurt closed his eyes. "S-sexual."

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Blaine paced around his room. Involving the police would be a stupid move at this point. They would just slow the whole thing down and not take Blaine seriously because he was a minor. He tried to think of where Kurt could be. He had sounded dazed, which meant that Hassen had knocked him out. How, Blaine didn't know. He just hoped that Kurt was okay.

xxxxx Day One xxxxx

Jacob guided Kurt to a couch with the gun against his temple. "Since this is only the first day, we'll start with something simple," He leered down at the younger boy. He kept the gun in his hand but took it away from Kurt's head. Kurt closed his eyes, a single tear escaping down his cheek. When he felt Hassen's lips against his own, he tensed.

"Now, now, that's no way to treat your host," Hassen said, and kissed Kurt again. The younger boy tried to stay relaxed, but he did not respond.

"We'll try again tomorrow," Hassen said after a minute or two of this. Kurt sunk into the couch.

"Nope. You don't get to sleep there. Come with me," And the gun was once again pointed at his head. Kurt wondered how he even got the weapon in the first place.

As Kurt was led by the gun to his head he realized they were in a house he recognized. Damien's house. Or rather, Hassen's, back when he was black-haired. He hoped Blaine would think of this place.

Kurt was brought to a bedroom. Hassen was going to give him a bed? The closet door was opened to reveal a pillow and sheet. No such luck. Hassen shoved Kurt inside and closed the door. Kurt could hear a lock click in the darkness. At least the closet was a walk-in. Kurt pulled the sheet over himself and closed his eyes, shaking.

xxxxx Day Two xxxxx

Blaine wracked his brain for anywhere they might be. All he saw was the laughing face of Hassen over him, unzipping his jeans. He shuddered, dropping his face in his hands. He could only imagine the fucking horrible things Hassen was doing to Kurt at that very moment. He sobbed.

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"Wake up," Hassen kicked Kurt's side to wake him. Kurt groaned, curling into a ball.

"No… Karofsky… No…" He said in his sleep, fear evident in his voice. Hassen kicked him again.

"I don't know who Karofsky is, but I'm Hassen. Get up; I have no time for nightmares."

Kurt blinked open his eyes. He had half hoped it was all a dream. He would be so lucky. He stood with resignation.

"Good. Come with me," Jacob had decided to forgo the gun; he thought it was slight overkill. He wasn't actually going to shoot him anyway; he wanted to have a little fun.

"Sit on the bed."

Kurt sat on the edge with fear in his eyes.

"Lay down," Hassen directed. Kurt did. Hassen laid on his left, half on top of him. His hand rested on Kurt's chest. "Now, isn't this nice? I'm going to kiss you again, and you're going to respond."

Hassen's lips were on Kurt's. Kurt tried to respond. He did. But unfortunately, not the right way. When Hassen's tongue entered Kurt's mouth, he bit down. He didn't mean, to, he really didn't. But he did, and Hassen recoiled.

"How dare you!" He slapped Kurt across the face. "That'll teach you to bite me, bitch," He growled.

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Blaine threw a book across the room. Of course! How idiotic could he be? Kurt was 50 feet from him the entire time!

Blaine ran next door and checked the knob. Unlocked. He snuck into Damien's house, listening for voices. He heard none, and moved forward.

He stopped outside a room from which rustling noises were being emitted. Blaine poked his head in.

Hassen had Kurt on the bed, and his shirt was gone. He was kissing the smaller boy furiously, holding his arms above his head. Blaine saw a gun on the nightstand. He crept toward it.

By some chance, Kurt opened his eyes and saw Blaine. When the other boy made shushing motions with his hands, Kurt closed his eyes once again. Blaine's hand curled around the revolver.

"Don't move, Hassen," He growled, cocking the gun and raising it at Jacob's head.

"What are you gonna do, shoo-" He stopped as he noticed the gun in Blaine's shaking hands.

"Let Kurt go," He ground out between his teeth.

"Fine," Jacob removed his hands and rolled off of Kurt, who got up and sank to the floor near Blaine's feet. His face was in his hands.

"Now, Hassen, I want you to call the police and admit everything. Including what happened two years ago."

"And what precisely occurred two years ago?" Hassen asked politely.

"You raped me."

Hassen chuckled. "Good memories, eh? I need a phone to call the police, dumbass."

Blaine tossed Jacob his own phone. Hassen dialed the three-digit number slowly.

"Hi, yes, I'd like to confess to abduction of a minor, rape of a minor, (1) various identity thefts and assault. Yes. I can do that. Alright then. See you in a bit." Hassen ended the call. (2)

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"I declare you, Jacob Hassen, guilty as charged. Five years." A bang echoed around the courtroom. Blaine hugged Kurt in celebration, picking him off his feet. Hassen growled as the bailiff took him away.

As Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson walked out of the courtroom hand-in-hand, the sun came out from behind a cloud and their worries dissipated.

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(1) Hassen had just turned 17 when he attacked Blaine, and is a month away from his 19th birthday now. He was a junior and Blaine a sophomore.

(2) The reason he's so calm about being turned in is because he knew it would happen anyway, and he had expected it.