A/N: I'm thinking of turning this into a crossover with Criminal Minds, from about the next chapter on through. Since this story has a rather large fan base, I thought I would ask before adding a few new characters. Not that I'm asking before dropping this next bombshell on you... oh, well...

Kurt leaped to his feet and backed away, the backs of his knees smacking against the wood of the bench behind him. In the time since he'd seen him, Kurt had built up Karofsky's appearance in his head to a monstrous degree. The boy standing in front of him was slightly shorter and pudgier than the Karofsky in his mind. But his face was the same face that had haunted his dreams, his eyes the same eyes that had followed Kurt for weeks, the same hand that had clapped itself over Blaine's mouth to keep him from screaming...

And Kurt couldn't find itself in him to be afraid. What he felt instead of fear was rage.

Karofsky's brown eyes scanned his face, something in their expression melting into concern, "What's wrong with you?"

"Where. Is. He?"

"Who are you talking about?"

And Kurt lost it. He threw himself at the other boy, ignoring the difference in their heights and body type in favor of hitting every inch of the other boy he could reach.

"Where is he, you son of a bitch!" Kurt screamed, "Tell me where he is!"

Having Karofsky's physical presence cleared up everything. As long as Karofsky was here in front of him, he couldn't keep hiding in the shadows. He couldn't threaten Kurt or hurt Blaine. Well, hurt Blaine any more... Kurt struggled to breathe, picturing Blaine alone in the dark, curled up and absolutely terrified...

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Karofsky screamed. He shoved Kurt away, and the rich brown of Karofsky's eyes vanished, replaced with the black of the pavement. Kurt felt a spike of terror as he hit the ground hard. Karofsky was so much stronger than he was...

"It's over, okay?" Kurt gasped, "It's over, please, I don't want to play anymore. Please, give him back, don't hurt him. I'll do whatever you want, just make this end." He looked up. His eyes were dry. "You can make this end."

Karofsky's eyes were wide. His large fists were trembling, "What are you talking about?"

"Wha- ... what are you talking about?" Kurt said, "Don't you play games with me. This is not a game anymore, do you hear me?" Kurt straightened, got to his feet. An old woman was staring at them from the bistro across the street. "The moment you took Blaine, you turned this into something much bigger than a game. I love him. I'll do anything for him."

It was true, and Kurt's muscles tensed, ready to back up his words. But Karofsky wasn't leaping at him, wasn't even moving, just staring at him with this furious lack of... anything. A particularly hard hit from Kurt had raised a bruise on his cheek, but he barely seemed to notice it.

"Hummel... Kurt. Is everything okay?" He asked.

This wasn't right. Kurt knew that. Karofsky wasn't acting like the psychopath he remembered, wasn't taunting him the way he was supposed to. This Karofsky was picking him up and dusting him off, worry filling his eyes. He wasn't quite as big as Kurt remembered from the parking lot.

If Kurt hadn't been quite so panicked, he might have put two and two together. But just as his mind worked over the pieces to the puzzle, Karosky's large hand swept over his backside. Kurt jumped away, "That's it, you psycho! That's what this is? Pretend you don't know what's going on so that you can molest me while Blaine's shivering in a cell somewhere? You tell me what's going on right now or I swear to - " Kurt was cut off by sirens.

The police car finally drove up behind them, Sheriff Dew tumbling out of it.

"Kurt! Kurt, what are you doing, kiddo?"

"It's him!" Kurt screamed, pointing a finger in Karosky's pudgy face. The other man had grown pale, and Dew froze, looking from one boy to the other. "He's been calling me to make threats, he's the one who's been poisoning students and he killed Pavarotti and now he has Blaine and I'm going to kill you!"

Dew's arms were around his waist before he could lunge at Karofsky again. She was stronger than he was, holding him steady through the screaming and fighting, until Kurt's adrenaline rush died away and he quieted, panting in her arms. It wasn't until then that what she was shouting sunk in. "It couldn't have been him, Kurt!"

"What? What do you mean, it couldn't have been him?" Kurt said, "It had to be him. He's been calling me!"

"Was it his number?" Sheriff Dew asked.

"No," Kurt said, "He must have used a false number. He looks stupid, but trust me when I say he isn't. But it was his voice, I know it was…"

"How do you know?"

"Look, lady," Karofsky said, "Officer, I don't know what he's talking about. I haven't been killing anybody, I don't have anybody."

And now that Kurt wasn't listening, it wasn't exactly the same. The voice on the other line was similar, but just a tad too deep. "Well, then, he did something to his voice to change it, but it was him, I know it was. Don't you believe me?"

Sheriff Dew spun him around, making him look into her eyes, "Kurt, we all believe you. We've been looking at what's been happening to you. It's happened to other boys."

"I – yeah?" Why would Karosky attack anyone else? Kurt was the only one he hated…

"This person… he calls gay boys. He makes them do what he wants and causes accidents. He kidnaps their friends and family. Isn't that what's been happening to you Kurt?"

"Yeah," Kurt said faintly, "But Karofsky…"

"The first time this happened was in Columbus. Jeffrey Conners was called and stalked by a serial killer in 1995. We know someone's doing this to you, but it's not this boy. He's too young. Kurt, someone else has been calling you."

Kurt phone began to ring.

Kurt slowly brought it to his ear, pressed the button, and said, "Who are you?"

The voice that travelled down the line to him was nothing like Karofsky's. It was rough, deep, and terrifyingly cold. It could have belonged to anyone.

"You have 10 days."