There was a powerful knock on the door at nearly 4 am. Blaine was half-asleep on the couch, his phone on the floor and his arm thrown lazily over his forehead. He barely heard the knock- but put it off as his imagination. He moved slightly, turning towards the back of the couch to fall back asleep. And then a familiar voice started yelling.

"Don't think I won't break down his damn door if someone doesn't answer me!"

Blaine's eyes opened slightly. He sat up, suddenly panicking when his phone wasn't in his hands. They were on the ground within seconds, scanning the phone screen- which was lighting up.

From Mercedes: I'm outside your house now.

From Mercedes: Open up the door Anderson

From Mercedes: Blaine open your door

From Mercedes: BLAINE!

Blaine was on his feet within seconds, slamming his leg against a coffee table. He swore, limping over towards the door. Opening it, he met Mercedes's eyes. "Damn, Blaine." Mercedes said, taking in the sight of her friend. "You look terrible." Blaine nearly collapsed into Mercedes's arms- he was just so happy to see her. So happy to see anyone.

But... he wanted Kurt.

At the thought of his name, Blaine's eyes teared up. He couldn't believe it. That psychopath hurt him. He cut him. He shut his eyes tight. "I'm glad you're here, 'Cedes." Blaine found himself saying in a choked voice.

"Blaine, tell me what the hell happened." Mercedes said, hugging Blaine. "And tell me what the hell happened now."

It was almost over- he was almost going to be back in Blaine's arms. Kurt wished he could count down seconds- god he just wanted this nightmare to be over.

It was almost over...

Sebastian and Karofsky hadn't been back since Sebastian had taken the picture, leaving Kurt in the pitch black. Kurt hated the dark- but he was actually kind of glad for the darkness. It meant Sebastian and Karofsky were gone- for the time being, anyways.

His mind was on Blaine- had been on Blaine since Sebastian and Karofsky had left.

God, he missed Blaine so much. It felt like the 3 days had been years. Kurt just... wanted Blaine. He wanted to feel Blaine's warm arms around him, to talk to him, to kiss him, to see him... He sighed softly- hoping he didn't make a sound. He wished that Sebastian and Karofsky wouldn't come back at all- not until they brought him back-, but that was a wish Kurt knew wasn't going to be granted.

Kurt didn't think he had moved since the picture had been taken. He didn't want to move- the pain from the cuts on his back had dialed down a considerable amount, but they still throbbed a little. Kurt knew as soon as Sebastian and Karofsky came back they would make him move- or hurt him worse. Kurt shut his eyes, forcing away the thought. He didn't want to think about it- god he didn't want them to come back.

His luck was terrible because as soon as he thought that, there was a thud and the sound of a door opening. Kurt shut his eyes tightly, silently praying- although he didn't know to whom; he didn't believe in God- that it wasn't Karofsky and Sebastian, that it was his imagination or- better yet- that it was Blaine and the police, coming to rescue him from his hell-hole.

There was the echoey, terrifying laughter that Kurt knew belonged to Sebastian. No... Kurt thought desperately. Please, no- not Sebastian. Anyone but Sebastian. His eyes watered slightly. His heart-rate picked up- it was pounding so hard it blocked out most of the other sounds, but not his kidnappers voice.

"God- it's so dark in here..." A light flashed on, illuminating the entire room. "Much better." Footsteps- each one growing closer and closer to Kurt. He didn't move- maybe Sebastian would go away if he thought Kurt was asleep. It was a desperate thought- but it kept him from screaming. Kurt shut his eyes instantly, hoping- praying it would work.

"Well Kurt..." Sebastian sighed from above him. Kurt kept his eyes shut. "I have limited time with you." Sebastian's next words seemed to slap Kurt in the face, striking fear into his heart. "So I guess these last few hours will have to count, won't they?"

Mercedes was silent the entire time Blaine explained. Blaine didn't know what she was thinking- Blaine didn't know if he wanted to know what Mercedes was thinking. He tried to stay strong while talking about it, but god it was hard. His voice quivered just thinking about what Sebastian had done- what he might do in the next day.

Day.

Blaine's eyes widened slightly. "What?" Mercedes asked hesitantly.

"It's the last day." For the first time since Kurt was kidnapped, Blaine felt hopeful. It was the last day- today, he'd see his fiancee Kurt. He would get Kurt back! And that bitch Sebastian would be locked up for good. Blaine couldn't help but feel happy- it was almost over. His eyes met Mercedes. "It's the last day."

The hours felt like days. Blaine could barely contain himself. The first thing he did- as soon as it became a reasonable hour- was call the police again.

"911, what's your emergency?" The same, monotone voice had answered.

"Uh, hi, I'm Blaine Anderson, I called a few days ago about my fiancee being kidnapped? Kurt Hummel?" Blaine had been pacing the length of the apartment, Mercedes watching him carefully. A few minutes later, he got on the phone with the head of the Kurt-Hummel-kidnapping case.

"Hello, Mr. Blaine Anderson? This is Officer Elizabeth Howe speaking. Have you received anymore contact with your boyfriend or his kidnappers?" A woman's voice had answered him.

Blaine nodded, realized she couldn't see that he had nodded and cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah, I did. Last night..."

"Was your boyfriend alive?"

"Y-Yeah..."

Elizabeth Howe seemed to be writing something down, because a moment later she spoke again. "And did you get the $800 dollars required?"

"Uh..." Blaine's eyes found his wallet thinking about it, where a wad of cash lay. "I got $103..."

There was a silence again- Blaine remembered hearing typing from the police's end. "Good. Do you need the rest or do you plan on getting it?"

Mercedes had stood up then. "Blaine, I can give you the rest." Blaine's eyes met Mercedes. The girl nodded.

Blaine had turned away from her again, fingering his shirt. "I can get it..."

"Are you positive?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll bring the amount just in case, but it's incredible you were able to get the amount on such short notice." The officer was silent for another moment, then started talking again. "Did Kurt or his kidnapper give any indicator on when he might come? Like, a specific time?"

Blaine had thought for a moment as Mercedes ran a hand through her bag, pulling out her own wallet and counting out the correct amount. "I don't... No."

"Alright then." Another moment of silence. Blaine could feel his heart pounding furiously. "We'll send a team over in a few moments. I'll be seeing you soon, Mr. Anderson." The officer had hung up, leaving Blaine with a dead call.

Blaine glanced over at where Mercedes, Rachel, and Finn were talking quietly. Burt and Carole were sitting together, Carole keeping one hand on Burt's arm. Blaine hoped that Burt's heart didn't act up. But seeing as they had medical responders on hand, there would be a lesser chance of Burt dying than if they didn't...

Blaine looked out the window again, tapping his foot impatiently. He was beginning to wonder if Sebastian would ever come at all- but every time his mind started to wander away, he would pull himself back. No. He kept saying. Sebastian will come with Kurt. He will.

As soon as he thought that for at least the 20th time that evening, a black car pulled up to the side of the road.

A/N: Yay for cliffhangers!

I'm so sorry for the delay on this update! It's way over-due and I'm really sorry. I promise the next one won't take as long- I won't keep you guys waiting very long, I promise :) I have it all planned out in my head; I can't wait!

Thank you guys for sticking with me and oh my god next chapter is the Blaine-Sebastian-police confrontation!