Presque Isle a town with a population of just over nine thousand. It is the largest city in a sparsely populated county in Maine. It's known for their long, cold winters and short, warm summers. That's why Sebastian chose this particular town to relocate to. He bought and now currently owns a restaurant there. He also bought a small house near the outskirts of town.

For the first ten years after his kidnapping, Blaine was sexually assaulted nightly or whenever Sebastian felt sexually frustrated. By the time he was fifteen, he started fighting back. Blaine tried escaping a few times, but in the end, he is always caught…and punished. When Sebastian was drunk or angry about work, he'd beat Blaine almost into a coma. Often, when Sebastian went on trips, Blaine would be locked in a cupboard under the basement stairs and came back to him weak from starvation and thirst.

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The full moon and the dimly lit streetlamps and porch lights served as the only lights to guide Kurt through the dark streets. He was almost caught by the police. They spotted him at a gas station near the motel he was staying at, so he took off through a residential neighborhood. He was getting cold and tired, and he couldn't risk getting back to the motel just yet. He wandered around until he spotted a house that was completely dark. It was a small house with high hedges. It looked abandoned, so, Kurt ran up to the front door, which was locked. He couldn't risk one of the neighbors seeing him, so he went around to the side and tried one of the basement windows. The lock was rusted, so he found a rock to break it. After three hits, the lock broke, and Kurt opened it slowly, half-expecting an alarm to go off. Relieved, he climbed through the window and shut it. He then felt around for a flashlight and almost knocked it off the table. He turned it on and shone it on the floor to make sure nothing would be in his way. Then he shined it a little higher and spotted a bed in a corner. Sighing in satisfaction, Kurt headed over to the bed and gasped as he saw dried blood and what he hoped was milk splattered all over it. He swallowed nervously and backed away. His stomach churned and his heart started racing as bad memories came back to him. He couldn't stay here. Kurt turned and headed quickly for the window. He accidentally ran into a crate which made a loud noise when it moved. He jumped slightly when he heard a whimper to his left. He shined the flashlight on a cupboard under the stairs. His mouth dropped open slightly.

'Oh dear God…' He thought as he slowly walked towards the cupboard. "Hello?" He called softly. "Is someone there?" He heard sniffing and unlocked and opened up the cupboard. He bit back a gasp when he saw a small young man about his age cowered in the corner. His clothes were dirty and torn and he had bruises all over his body. "Hey…it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Who are you?" Asked the man.

"My name's Kurt. What's yours?"

"Blaine." Blaine swallowed.

"Blaine…who did this to you?" Kurt asked, concerned.

"He did." Blaine answered. "For as long as I can remember."

Kurt's stomach tightened. He wasn't expecting that response. "Who is he? Your dad?"

Blaine shook his head. "I call him Sebastian."

Kurt nodded. So this Sebastian person is abusing Blaine for a long time. He felt a twinge of protectiveness. Kurt considered just taking him with him, but…would that be considered kidnapping? "Blaine…where do your parents live?"

"Ohio. I think." Blaine replied.

"Do you want me to take you back to them?" Kurt asked. "I have a car. I'm staying at a motel just down the street."

Blaine swallowed in surprise. He has never received this sort of kindness. "W-why?"

"Because this Sebastian guy is hurting you." Kurt answered. "You can't be happy here."

Blaine considered this. He's never been out of the house. He does want freedom more than anything. But… "If he finds me, he'll get mad and he'll hurt me."

"I won't let him." Kurt promised. "Where is he now?"

"Out of town."

"When will he be back?"

"Tomorrow."

"Okay. Do you want me to take you away from here?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded. "Okay. Take my hand." Blaine obeyed. Kurt gently pulled him out of the cupboard. Blaine stumbled slightly and stood up. Kurt closed and locked the cupboard to give Sebastian the illusion Blaine was still in there. They quickly moved to the window. Kurt wiped off his fingerprints on the flashlight, turned it off, and put it back where he found it. "Okay, climb through the window." He helped Blaine through the window and climbed through himself. He closed the window and put the broken lock back together to make it look like it just broke. He grabbed Blaine's hand. "Come on. We have to move quickly and quietly." He said. They ran the whole way to the motel. Kurt kept his eyes peeled for police and thankfully didn't spot any. By the time they got to Kurt's room, Blaine was half asleep.

"Please…" Blaine whimpered.

"It's okay. It's okay, Blaine." Kurt said comfortingly. He hurried Blaine over to a bed, unmade it, and gently lied Blaine down. Blaine sighed in relief and fell fast asleep. Kurt lay the covers over Blaine and sighed and sat on the other bed. All he wanted was a place to hide from the police…and he ends up sort-of-kind-of-not-really kidnapping (rescuing?) a rape/abuse victim. He ran his hands through his hair. His name is Blaine…he wondered if someone named Blaine was kidnapped in Ohio. He went to the table and opened his laptop to search for kidnapped children from Ohio and came upon a news article.

"WESTERVILLE- Five-year-old Blaine Anderson was last seen at a movie theater with his older brother on May 5, 2000. Witnesses saw Blaine get into a dark blue van…"

As Kurt read the article, his heart hammered. Is the Blaine he found in that house the same Blaine that was kidnapped in Ohio? He did say his parents live in Ohio… 'Oh my God…Blaine had been kidnapped…' His first instinct would be to call the police….but he can't call without giving himself up. Would he really risk his own freedom for a complete stranger?

So, I changed my mind. Finn's dead in this fic.