Warning: Blood, torture, etc.

"You know..." Burt said softly to Carole after Finn, Rachel, and Blaine had gone out to find money. "$800 is really low. For a ransom. It..." Burt shook his head. "It makes me think it wasn't a real reason he wanted Kurt."

Carole nodded. "I was thinking about that... But then why would he want him?"

Burt shut his eyes, shaking his head. "I don't want to think about it."

Blaine couldn't figure it out. He'd walk through the streets of New York a million times and had seen more than one HELP WANTED signs. Now that he was looking, he couldn't find a single one. Groaning, he pulled his phone out. Rachel was calling him. "Find anywhere?"

"No... I can't believe it!" She sighed. "I'm sorry, Blaine..."

Blaine felt his hopes fall, then shut his eyes, leaning up against the side of a building. "What about Finn?"

"He didn't find anything either."

Blaine swore under his breath. "You guys..." He sighed again, pushing himself away from the building and starting down the street once more. "You can go back home. I'll stay out looking for a few..."

"Blaine..." He heard Rachel hesitate. "Are you doing okay?"

"My fiancee is kidnapped and being tortured." Blaine said evenly, making someone turn and look at him like he was insane before walking off. "I don't know how I'm doing."

"You should... come home too." Rachel said. "Or at least take a break."

"I'll see you later." Blaine hung up, cutting off Rachel's protests. He sighed, then kept walking.

It had been about an hour since Karofsky had stopped and everything hurt. Kurt's head hurt the worst- it was pounding so loud he could barely hear anything. It made him feel sick. Every few minutes, a wave of nausea would wave over him and he'd moan, trying not to throw up. Sebastian found it entertaining. Kurt didn't.

"Are you done yet?" Karofsky snapped. "Cause you're starting to annoy me."

Kurt slowly pulled his arms closer to him, trying to make himself as small as possible without moving so much that he threw up. His wrists and ankles were still bound, so it felt a little awkward. Kurt had been feeling colder and colder since Sebastian had shredded his designer shirt in front of his eyes. It had been painful, he admitted to himself, but it was better than Sebastian shredding him up.

Then again, he still did have 2 more days...

Kurt half-wished he had a watch. But he also knew that when you watched and watched and watched the time, it went by like every second was an hour. He shut his eyes tightly, however he stayed alert. Maybe if he fell asleep they'd leave him alone...

"Hummel."

Kurt's eyes snapped open.

"No sleeping." Sebastian was down on his knees, looking in on Kurt. "I want you to enjoy every last second of what is in store for you." He wrenched the cage door open and reached in. Kurt flinched backwards, but Sebastian ended up grabbing his wrist anyways. "Don't think you're going to get out of this." Sebastian growled, dragging him out of the cage again.

"Aw look..." Karofsky said, walking over towards him. "He looks scared..."

Kurt didn't feel scared- he felt terrified. His entire body was shaking. He'd never felt so vulnerable or terrified in his entire life. Karofsky and Sebastian's laughter only made it worse. It felt like a weight was pressing down, shoving Kurt into a hole in the ground. He was going to die. He was going to die here, without Blaine, without being married to the love of his life, without becoming a famous Broadway actor...

Oh god, he was going to die a nobody.

No. Kurt told himself. No, screw that. I will not die a nobody.

Sebastian let Kurt's wrists go, letting them drop to the ground. Kurt pushed himself onto his forearms, trying to figure out how he was going to avoid what was about to happen.

What was about to happen?

Sebastian's smile was huge. He laughed a little, walking over towards his desk. "Oh- don't worry, Kurtsie." Kurt winced. "This will only hurt..." Sebastian turned around, facing both Kurt and Karofsky, who was still laughing. Kurt felt his blood run cold as there was a silver glint in Sebastian's hand, the silver knife coming to a sharp point.

Blaine eventually found a cafe that needed employment. He didn't even need to break out the sob story- which actually was a sob story- or the puppy eyes- however, Kurt's would have been a lot more effective.

If Kurt was with him and not kidnapped...

Blaine smiled in a forced way, giving the couple sitting at the table a few menus. "Hello and welcome to the Wake Up Diner. My name is Blaine and I'll being your waiter today." He rattled off the specials for the day and told them he'd give them a few minutes to decide, then forced his smile wider as he left them. Seeing the couple together made his heart ache. He wanted Kurt back.

He looked down into his pockets and furtively pulled out his tips. After a few seconds of counting, Blaine counted $24 dollars. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had almost forgot to gel it that morning, but Rachel had reminded him at the last second and almost put the gel into his hair herself. Blaine slipped the tips back into his pockets, his fingers brushing his phone. Blaine's hand lingered on it and he bit his lip, wishing he could have another update on Kurt.

Or maybe not.

Sebastian could be doing anything to him...

With a heavy heart, Blaine walked back over towards the couple.

Kurt's scream was loud and shrill. It seemed to bounce off the walls, echoing all around the three of them. Sebastian laughed. Kurt screamed. Karofsky smiled. Kurt screamed...

The silver blade was dripping with blood when Sebastian pulled away. He smiled, his eyes had an evil glint in them. Sebastian ran a hand along the flat of the bloody blade. He looked back down at Kurt, who was breathing heavily. There were tears streaming down the boy's face more rapidly than ever before. Sebastian smiled wider. "Kurt... That hurt enough...?" Kurt didn't respond, he just breathed heavily. Sebastian hadn't realized it, but Kurt had brought his joined hands up to his bleeding shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding. Sebastian hadn't thought of that when he had done it- what if Kurt bled out?

"Karofsky." Sebastian said softly, drawing the bigger boy over towards him. "Stop the bleeding. But don't make it stop hurting."

Karofsky nodded and turned to face Kurt. The smaller boy tried to move away, but Karofsky shushed him. "Shut it. I'm trying to help you. Do you want to bleed out, you idiot?"

"K-Karofsky..." Kurt whimpered. He sounded so weak and small, even to himself. "W-Why..."

"Shut it, Hummel." The bigger boy snapped, however he felt bad doing so. But Sebastian would kill him if he backed down. "Just... let me stop the bleeding."

The cuts on Kurt's shoulders spread down in jagged lines, reaching to his back, chest, and elbow. Karofsky wrinkled his nose as we walked away, but came back with a wet washcloth. He laid it onto Kurt's shoulder- where the cuts started and were bleeding the worst.

"Why..." Kurt asked again. Karofsky looked down at him, startled. "Why helping me..." Kurt's eyes rolled back and his head fell limp again.

"God, this kid passes out a lot more than I would have thought. Then again, what do you expect from him?" Sebastian gestured toward Kurt, rolling his eyes.

Karofsky nodded in fake agreement. Kurt looked peaceful in sleep, despite what was around him. Karofsky felt a pang of guilt. Not for the first time in his life, Kurt Hummel was hurt because of him.

A/N: Hi again!

As much as I hate Karofsky right now in the actal show(and Blaine... Blaine Anderson... 6x1, if that helps anyone...), I also like him and feel bad for him. So yeah, this happened.

Poor Kurt :(

Thanks for reading!