A/N: Sorry about the long wait! Even though I'm sure no one really cares, my finals went okay. I passed them all and that's what counts. But now hopefully I'll have more time to write! Yay! So enjoy this chapter and please let me know what you think!
A/N2: Betaed by the lovely Emberwillow14!
Chapter Eleven
"I thought you were having an emergency!" Finn turned around to walk out of the Berrys's front door.
"It is an emergency, Finn!" Rachel shot back, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving. "We are the leaders of the Glee Club! It is our responsibility to lead the team to victory! And to do that, we have to figure out the best way to beat the Warblers at Regionals!"
Finn spun around, towering over his tiny girlfriend. "I left Kurt at home alone! We can talk about this at school on Monday! Or tomorrow, even!"
"You left Kurt alone?" The brunette looked shocked. "Why would you do that when Karofsky is still on the loose?"
"You said it was an emergency!" Finn cried in frustration, throwing his arms into the air. "You sounded so unhappy on the phone! Kurt even heard you and said that I should make sure you're all right! He even let me take the Navigator to get here! And you know how he feels about letting others touch his baby!"
"But what about your parents?"
"I told you that Mom and Burt were going out tonight!" Finn ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I'll come by tomorrow, and we'll talk about the songs and stuff then. But I really have to get home." He pressed a quick kiss to his girlfriend's forehead and ran out the door.
Once he was in his (soon to be) step-brother's (totally awesome) vehicle, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Kurt's number.
It went straight to voice mail.
Frowning, Finn tried the house phone. It rang and rang until the answering machine picked up. He was starting to feel frantic as he tried Kurt's cell one more time.
Still nothing.
"Please be showering or something," Finn muttered softly as he started up the Navigator. It only took him eleven minutes (yes, he counted) to get back to his new home, speeding.
He knew something was wrong the moment he pulled into the driveway. There was a vaguely familiar, rusted old car parked on the side of the street, as well as the front door being wide open. Maybe there was a robbery taking place?
Finn climbed out of the Navigator slowly, cautiously looking around. The entire street seemed to be unnaturally quiet, but it could have just been his imagination running away with him. He approached the front door as silently as he could, peering around the front hall for any sign of life.
Suddenly from the basement came a cry. A cry that sounded suspiciously like Kurt. Only, more scared.
Finn rushed forward to find that the basement door was also open. He clambered down the stairs, stopping short at what he saw when he reached the bottom.
Karofsky was on top of Kurt. On the bed. Licking white stuff off of Kurt's chest. And Kurt was crying. And Kurt was bleeding. Karofsky was saying something, then kissing Kurt. On the mouth. Roughly.
Finn heard Kurt whimper. It was probably the worst sound he had ever heard. Never, in all of the time he had known Kurt, had he ever heard Kurt whimper before. As he watched Karofsky move his kissing down to Kurt's neck, Finn snapped.
"WHAT THE HELL?"
Karofsky froze and Kurt's eyes snapped open at the interruption. Both boys slowly turned their heads to look at Finn. The look in Kurt's tear-filled eyes was both so hopeful and so frightened that it scared Finn in its intensity. The look in Karofsky's eyes, however, darkened considerably.
"Get off of him," Finn growled loudly, taking a step closer.
The smirk that Karofsky sent in his direction was not in the least bit reassuring.
"I told you to get off of him." Finn took another step forward.
Karofsky slowly sat up, revealing the fact that Kurt was totally exposed. Finn felt sick when he realized exactly what the white stuff covering Kurt's chest was.
No wonder Kurt was crying.
Then, suddenly, Karofsky was dragging Kurt up, pulling the smaller teen's back flush against his wide chest and pressing a huge gun to his temple.
Finn froze, staring at the pair in shock. Karofsky had a gun. Karofsky had a gun, and he was pressing it against Kurt's temple.
Kurt was crying again, frightened whimpers escaping from his lips.
"Please don't hurt him."
It took a minute for Finn to figure out what Kurt meant. Kurt was begging Karofsky not to hurt Finn, even though he was the one with the gun to his head.
That was totally messed up.
"Don't worry, Baby." Watching Karofsky practically nuzzle against Kurt's hair made Finn's blood boil. "As long as everyone does exactly what I say, no one will get hurt."
"Dude, what the Hell do you think you're doing?" Finn yelled, trying to figure out a way to help Kurt and get out of this mess. Preferably alive. "You're totally going to go to jail! This is totally messed up!"
"You'd better shut up, Hudson, or else I'm going to put a bullet in your head," Karofsky threatened dangerously, tightening his grip around Kurt's shoulders. "Don't move either!" He shouted as Finn took a step forward. "Don't move any closer or I'll put a bullet through his head!"
Finn stopped his trek forward and raised his hands in surrender. "Let Kurt go."
Karofsky laughed harshly. "I don't think you're in any position to make demands, Hudson. I have the gun; I call the shots. Got it?"
Finn nodded slowly. His eyes flickered momentarily to Kurt's terrified face. The sammaller boy had stopped crying it looked like, but there still were small whimpery noises falling from his trembling lips. Finn frowned and and wondered just exactly how far Karofsky had gotten. Judging by the fact that the bully still had his pants on and done up, Finn was hopeful that it hadn't made it to full out rape yet.
"Now," Karofsky tilted his head forward a bit to speak into Kurt's ear, "is there any place here that locks from the outside?"
Kurt shook his head frantically, leaning as far away from his tormentor as possible.
"Yes!" Finn blurted out at the same time, an idea forming in his head. "The attic! I totally locked myself in there by accident when we were moving your mom's stuff! Don't ask how, cause I know I have to, like, actually manually pull the trap door up. The ladder thing must have gotten stuck on my foot-"
"Shut up!" Karofsky snapped. "So the attic locks, huh? You didn't know this?" He directed the last statement to the boy shivering in his arms.
Kurt shook his head again. "I-I've never been up there."
"Well then, let's go." Karofsky stood, pulling Kurt up with him. Kurt struggled for a moment to try and pull his pants back up, but the bully pressed the gun harder against his temple. "Don't bother," he hissed, pulling Kurt closer against himself and literally dragging him out of the pyjama pants. "I'll just rip them off again anyway."
A broken soft sort of whine escaped Kurt before he clamped his jaw shut. Finn knew the look going through his soon-to-be step-brother's eyes; it was the same stubborn and resolute look he got when Burt tried to convince him to make something unhealthy for a change. Finn didn't know exactly what Kurt was being stubborn about in this case, but he hoped it wouldn't cause him too much pain.
Speaking of pain, Finn's eyes were drawn to the bleeding hole in Kurt's arm right before Kurt clasped his hand over it. Karofsky had actually shot Kurt. He didn't realize that he had growled until Karofsky laughed again.
"If you don't get a move on, Hudson, I'm going to put a bullet in you."
Finn shot one last desperate glance at Kurt (making sure to keep his eye line above the neck; he was sure Kurt would appreciate it if he didn't make a big deal about him being completely naked right now), before turning around and leading the way up the stairs. He considered briefly about running for it; he didn't close the front door and he was sure he could make it to the Navigator before Karofsky could catch him. But then he remembered the gun. So he walked as calmly as he could to the second floor and the trap door to the attic.
"Open it," Karofsky demanded harshly, the gun never leaving it's place against Kurt's temple.
Finn reached up and pulled open the trap door; the ladder tumbling noisily to the ground. He made a move to start climbing up, but was stopped by a small, frightened whimper. He glanced over his shoulder, freezing when he saw the gun pointing right at him.
"I'm not an idiot, Hudson. Throw your cell phone over here."
Finn cursed silently but did as he was told. He dug his phone out of his pocket and threw it at Karofsky, who somehow managed to catch it and pocket it.
"Now you can go up there."
Finn climbed up into the attic and pulled the trap door closed behind him. It was dark up there once the door was closed, but he didn't mind. He just listened in apprehension as Karofsky dragged Kurt back downstairs. As soon as he couldn't hear the pair any more, he shoved hard against the trap door. Of course that door didn't lock; he was quite proud of himself for fooling Karofsky about that. Though he had hoped to be able to keep his cell phone, so he wouldn't have to leave the relative safety of the attic. The door gave away and Finn quickly grabbed the ladder so it wouldn't clatter loudly. Slowly he lowered it to the ground with a soft thump.
He climbed down as quickly and as quietly as he could. This was the worst part of his plan, because normally Finn made so much noise just walking that this would be dangerous. He didn't want to think about what would happen to himself, or Kurt, if Karofsky were to catch him. But he couldn't wait too long, because Kurt . . .
He crept into the master bedroom and grabbed the phone extension from the nightstand. He dialed quickly, always listening for any sounds coming from the basement. It was completely silence, which was even more frightening to Finn than if there had been noise.
After what felt like ages (but really it was only a couple of seconds), someone on the other line picked up.
"911, what's your emergency?"