Hi friends! An update from the novel writing front… my NaNo is officially two days ahead of time at 20,736 out of 50,000. I'm pretty happy with my progress. Good luck and happy writing to any other Wrimo's out there! Oh and I don't own Glee or the Twilight Zone. Enjoy the longest chapter yet!

WARNING: Attempted non-con. Could be a trigger. Also violence.

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Last time on Unlock My Heart

"May I kiss you?" Blaine asked, wanting Kurt to know he had a choice.

Kurt nodded, smiling. He closed his eyes as Blaine's mouth brushed his, once, twice, a third time that lasted a few seconds.

Blaine stood back, unable to hide his joy. "Ready for dinner?"

"Absolutely," Kurt said, grinning. "I'm starving after that orgasm," he said with a wink.

Blaine's jaw dropped in shock and Kurt giggled as he walked ahead of Blaine to the car.

"I, I'm glad it was good for you," Blaine said. What else could he say?

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At the restaurant, Blaine sneakily handed the hostess money and they were able to get a booth in the very back. There were no other tables so they were alone. Once they had ordered, they sat there in silence.

Finally, Blaine laughed. "Okay, we were just more intimate than we have ever been, and now we can't find something to talk about?"

Kurt grinned at him. "Maybe this is a lesson in awkwardness. We must sit forever in silence, never knowing what to say. Like the Twilight Zone."

"Well, if that happened, I suppose we would just have to use sign language," Blaine suggested, enjoying their conversation.

"Or we can tap our knives and spoons on the table for Morse Code," Kurt replied, tapping his spoon on the table in the SOS code.

"Or we can steam up the window and write in it. Like nature's version of a white board," Blaine said chuckling.

Kurt gave a light giggle that thrilled Blaine down to his toes. He loved seeing Kurt like this. He was happy, carefree, uninhibited, and most of all, he was not afraid. Blaine never wanted to see Kurt afraid or leery of him ever again. This happier Kurt was the epitome of what Blaine had always wanted in their relationship. And you did it without giving any orders, he told himself. See what can be accomplished through gentleness, true friendship, and a real desire to see Kurt happy.

"So, how are your sketches going? Is your portfolio overflowing yet?" Blaine asked. He knew how important Kurt's art was to him.

Kurt smiled and shook his head. "No, I still don't have all I want for the portfolio. But I have finished drawing several outfits."

"You know Parson's is going to snag you up, don't you?" Blaine encouraged.

"I sure hope so," Kurt said. "I am determined to go to school in New York, as you know. I want to make sure everything is perfect before I mail it in. I also decided to actually sew up a couple of the pieces and model them to show my actual skill."It felt good and natural for them to talk like this. Kurt was actually having a good time. Blaine was, once again, the charming, dapper guy who he'd had a crush on back before they knew they were Soulmates. "So, I know you want to eventually sign a record deal. Do you have any recordings? I know those are pretty important when you are searching for an agent and such."

"I have a good number of songs written, and about a million more in my head. But, no, I don't have anything recorded. But I would love to, eventually," Blaine shared.

"How are things in the dorm? Are there a lot of couples there?" Kurt asked. He hoped this wouldn't lead to a talk about why Kurt left. He noticed his diet soda was empty and raised his hand, snapping his fingers for the waitress. She looked over at them and Kurt snapped again, wanting her attention.

"Can I ask why you snap for the waitress?" Blaine asked. He was surprised by the rude gesture. Kurt was always polite and people always seemed to like him. But snapping? If Blaine were that waitress, or waiter, he would either ignore the person snapping or spit in their food. He might have to warn Kurt about the latter.

Kurt looked at him questioningly. "Why? It's how I've always summoned a waitress." Snapping was easier and less embarrassing than calling out to the waitress.

"Well, I'm not saying this to piss you off, but honestly, it's kind of rude, Kurt," Blaine told him hesitantly.

Kurt cocked his head. "You think so? I've never gotten a comment about it before."

"Yeah, I think it's rude. Would you want to be snapped at?" Blaine asked. He didn't want to get in a fight, but Kurt needed to realize that he was affecting people negatively.

"Of course not," Kurt said immediately. Thinking about someone snapping at him like that would definitely rile his bitch side up. "Oh. I get it. Shit. I hope they don't spit in my food," he said with a grimace of disgust.

"It may be a valid worry," Blaine said with a wink, trying to lighten the mood again. "How are things with your friends?"

Kurt was caught up in thoughts of slimy salad and phlegm flavored fries. Oh god, he would definitely change that habit. Like now.

"Everyone is fine from what I hear. I hung out with some people, lunch, shopping, that sort of thing. I actually got permission – which still pisses me off – for Tina to hang out with me. What about you? Jeff and Nick driving you crazy yet? Did Wes dig out his gavel?" Kurt asked, a smile on his face. Blaine had told him the story about Wes and his gavel. He had heard from Jeff that even though it was summer vacation, Wes would still break out his gavel and pound it against the nearest solid object.

"All of them are good. Jeff is his usual whirlwind self. He is still wanting your help with choosing paint colors for their apartment. As for Wes, his gavel is now encased in a locked glass box, ready to be taken out and used at a moment's notice," Blaine said, grinning.

"Here is your food, gentleman," the waitress said, giving each of them their plates. "Anything else I can get you?"

Kurt turned pink, but still spoke up. "I want to apologize for snapping at you. I don't mean to be rude," he said sincerely.

The waitress smiled widely. "I appreciate that, thank you. And you're forgiven. Crap, give me your plate. You don't want to eat food that's been spit on," she said reaching for his plate.

"What?!" Kurt exclaimed in horror, searching his pasta and vegetables, looking for any telltale sign of mucus.

The woman laughed. "I'm just kidding. Paybacks are a… well we all know the end of that saying," she said.

Kurt stared at her for a moment and then burst out laughing. All three of them shared a laugh before the waitress turned to her next table.

"I'm proud of you, Kurt. I know it couldn't be very easy to apologize like that," Blaine said.

"Yeah, I'm pretty much embarrassed, but she got me back so, I think she really forgives me," Kurt said, digging into his pasta. His heart beat hard and he couldn't help being pleased that Blaine was proud of him.

The rest of the meal was filled with sharing news and taking more steps to get to know one another. Blaine found out that Kurt's favorite color was blue, his idol was Lady Gaga, his guilty pleasure was watching the Bachelorette. Kurt learned that Blaine sucked his thumb until he was six, he had a celebrity crush on Tim Gunn, and he couldn't stand socks. Kurt had mocked him about the sock issue, so Blaine turned around and teased him about the height of his hair.

"Hey now," Kurt said with his infamous bitch, please, look. "Do not hate on the coiffure. And, you have no room to talk, gel helmet head," he teased back, his blue green eyes sparkling.

Blaine gasped and clasped his hand to his heart. "Not the helmet! Please, don't insult the helmet."

Kurt laughed. "Why do you put so much gel in your hair? You have beautiful hair without it. Your curls are lovely."

Blaine smiled, appreciating Kurt's compliments. "My father thinks my curls are too unkempt. Even when I have an extra short hair style. So, the helmet was born," Blaine told him. He tried not to let thoughts of his father bring him down. He was enjoying his evening too much. "So do you and your dad have any plans for the summer?"

"Not really. We used to go camping when I was little. After I came out to my dad, I figured I didn't have to pretend to like it anymore. There are no showers when you camp with Dad," Kurt said with a shudder.

The waitress dropped off the check and took their dishes. Both boys dug their wallets out. Blaine gave Kurt a look.

"Don't even think about it. This is my treat," Blaine insisted.

"Okay, I'll pay the tip," Kurt said, pulling out cash.

"I need to run to the bathroom," Blaine told him. "Why don't you go ahead to the car. I'll pay when I get out," he said, handing his keys to Kurt.

"Sure, see you out there," Kurt said and turned toward the exit. He passed his waitress, telling her Blaine would be back to pay in a moment.

Enjoying the cool air of the early evening, Kurt hummed to himself as he walked to the car. He was surprised by how much he'd enjoyed himself. Blaine was definitely a charmer when he wasn't being a Dominant prick. He had been the opposite of that person at dinner. Kurt could remember why he'd started falling for the other boy. He was gorgeous, funny, polite and very sweet.

Hitting the unlock on the key fob, he didn't notice that the locks did not disengage. The lights blinked at him and he slid into the passenger seat. Sticking the keys into the ignition, he reached up, pulling the visor down so he could check out his reflection. Checking his teeth, he gave himself a smile and closed the visor, not realizing his face wasn't alone in the mirror.

He was relaxing in his seat, watching for Blaine to walk out when he felt movement behind him. As he gasped and began to turn, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Crying out, he looked around to see what had hurt him. Instantly, his head got light and his sight got cloudy. A form moved forward, crawling into the front seat beside him. Kurt blinked and fought against the feeling that he was going to pass out. Peering closely at the face next to him, he gasped.

"Sebastian?"

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Blaine left the bathroom and paid the bill, thanking the waitress. Walking outside, he saw his car pull up near the door. Confused, he walked toward it. Was Kurt being polite and pulling the car up to him? He felt a surge of adrenaline when he realized there were two people in the car. Kurt was hunched over in the passenger seat. His Soulmate let out a terrified scream before his head dropped, banging against the window.

"Kurt!" Blaine shouted running for the car as it left the parking lot.

The car slowed down and he saw the driver side window lower. His blood ran cold when he recognized the voice.

"He's all mine now, Killer!"

Sebastian.

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Kurt woke slowly, his head spinning and feeling foggy and confused. He was laying down on something soft and there was a blanket over him. Something was eating at him, something he knew he should remember. What had happened, why was his head aching, lethargy pulling at his limbs. He had gone to Blaine's apartment. He and Blaine had Joined. He remembered it was romantic and sensual, he smiled. After that they had gone for dinner. Then what? Oh right, Blaine had given Kurt his keys to go sit in the car while he went to the restroom and paid the bill. Then…

Sebastian.

"Ah, you remembered," Sebastian said.

Kurt felt a weight press onto what he was laying on. A bed, he assumed. Sebastian was sitting next to him.

"Wha… what did you do to m-me?" Kurt asked, trying to get his eyes to cooperate and open. He fluttered his eyes for a moment before they opened. His vision was cloudy as he turned and saw Sebastian staring back at him.

"It was just a low dose sedative. Just enough to knock you out for the ride here," Sebastian said matter-of-factly.

"Why am I here?" Kurt asked, fear making him more awake and alert.

"Well, it all started with your asshole Soulmate. But it's going to finish with you," he said with a calm smile.

"What do you mean 'finish' with me?" Kurt was terrified. Sebastian had drugged and kidnapped him. He had no idea what he was doing here.

"See, Blaine was supposed to be mine, but he turned me down, so I had to find someone else. Now I found you and you were supposed to be mine, but you are turning me down for Blaine. It's a rather fucked up scenario, isn't it? Why do I have to keep losing out? Hmm? Now, I decided to take what I want and to hell with Blaine. Like the last time, he will get the message that I will get what I want, no matter how I have to get it," Sebastian explained. He reached out to brush his fingers down Kurt's cheek.

Kurt shuddered and shrank away from him. "Don't touch me."

"I will touch you if I want. It's not like you can do anything about it," Sebastian said, pointedly staring down near Kurt's hands.

Kurt looked down and saw that there were ropes tying his hands down. Trying to move his arms was futile, there was no give in the ropes. Tears streaked down Kurt's face as he realized just how serious the situation was. "Sebastian, please let me go. Please. I won't tell anyone, please," he begged.

"The sound of your pleading is a beautiful thing, Kurt. I warn you now, do not ask to be released again. Now that you are awake, we can start to have some fun. You'll like it. It would have been the natural progression of our relationship. It's just happening here instead of somewhere else. Are you thirsty?" Sebastian asked. His voice was pleasant and calm.

"Yes," Kurt said softly.

Sebastian stood and Kurt got a glimpse of where they were. It was a small area, maybe an apartment, though that was an unlikely place to take a kidnap victim. It was all one room. The bed he was laying on was in the far corner. Across from him, he saw a small living room and next to that was the kitchen. He assumed the bathroom was behind the one door in the bedroom area. Sebastian walked to the kitchen and reached into the fridge.

Kurt realized he should be wary of anything Sebastian gave him. Luckily, when Sebastian returned, he was holding a bottle of water. He opened the bottle for Kurt, showing that the lid had been securely shut. He could trust the water. Sebastian held the bottle to his lips and he took a deep swallow, the cold water refreshing in his dry mouth. He took several more swallows and let his head fall back onto the pillow.

Sebastian stood, put the water on the nightstand and looked down at Kurt. Smiling, he pulled the blanket off Kurt. "You are a beautiful man, you know that don't you? That was the first thing I thought when I saw you. That soft white skin, the gorgeous hair. Then you opened your mouth and spoke. Even your voice is beautiful. Ever since that first day, I have wondered what your voice would sound like in the midst of passion, screaming out my name as you climaxed," Sebastian said, his eyes darkening with lust.

"Sebastian, please, you don't have to do this. Don't you want someone who wants to be with you?" Kurt asked, hoping he could break through to him.

"I could have anyone I want, Kurt. That is why you're here. I take what I want, I always have. You are no exception. The next time you talk about me letting you go or you not wanting to be here, there will be consequences," Sebastian said, his green eyes cold.

"Consequences?" Kurt whispered, not realizing he'd said it out loud.

"Yes. And to give you a little taste of what that is like, I'll show you. Then, maybe, you'll keep your mouth shut," Sebastian said.

Kurt barely saw the hand coming at him. Sebastian backhanded him right across the face, the pain like a flash of lightning. He cried out in pain, his face instantly turning red. Kurt whimpered, the pain of the slap shocking him.

"I must say, Kurt, your skin looks lovely with fingerprints on it," Sebastian said, running his fingers across Kurt's face.

Kurt ducked away, trying to get away from Sebastian's hand.

Sebastian grabbed his chin, pinching it between his fingers. "Stop trying to get away from me. Or there will be consequences," he warned.

Kurt's eyes went wide. He definitely didn't want a replay of that slap.

"I see you understand, that's good. Now we can get on with the fun stuff. I could have done this while you were asleep, but I wanted to save it so we could enjoy it together," Sebastian said, drawing the blanket down his body.

Kurt shivered, watching Sebastian crawl onto the bed and go for the buttons on his jeans. As he unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants, Kurt screamed.

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"Yes, sir, I saw him in my car driving out of the parking lot," Blaine said. He was still at the restaurant, grateful that a cop had finally come.

"Do you have a license plate number?" the cop asked.

Blaine thought for a moment then rattled off the number. Luckily, because he was under eighteen, Kurt fell in the category of a minor and the police were issuing an Amber Alert.

"Do you have any idea where he might have taken your friend?" the cop wanted to know.

Blaine gave him the address of Dalton, though he doubted Sebastian was there.

As he was talking, Jeff, Nick, and Wes showed up, running to Blaine. "Do you know anything yet?" Jeff asked, his face tear streaked and drawn with fear for his new friend.

"No. I'm trying to figure out where he took Kurt," Blaine told them. He signed the statement for the cop and waited to be dismissed.

The cop told him he was free to go and that he would be notified when they found Kurt.

Blaine took a deep breath and dialed Burt's phone number. "Mr. Hummel? It's Blaine. Um, something happened to Kurt…"

Blaine told Burt everything and gave him the phone number the police had given them for the officer in charge. Burt's worry was palpable and Blaine couldn't help but hope that Burt got a moment alone with Sebastian. They discussed options then promised each other they would call when they heard anything.

Though they had no plan, the four boys got into Wes's car and drove out of the parking lot. The car was silent as they tried to deal with the shock of what happened. Blaine wracked his brain, trying to think. He was twirling his phone over and over in his hands.

Suddenly, Blaine knew what to do. He found a rarely used phone number on his phone and hit 'send'.

"Hello?"

"Chandler? It's Blaine Anderson."

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Kurt's stomach was trying to rebel as Sebastian pulled his pants off.

"How the hell do you get these things on? They are tight as hell," Sebastian complained, yanking at the material. "Oh my, look at those legs, creamy, pale, and so very long," he sighed.

"No, no, please no," Kurt whispered under his breath. "Blaine, please, please."

Sebastian flung his pants off the bed, then moved forward and reached to unbutton Kurt's shirt. He made quick work of the buttons, and opened the shirt, baring Kurt's chest.

Sighing loudly, Sebastian gave a small moan. "Damn Kurt," he breathed. "You are magnificent."

"No, no, no," Kurt said. Blaine was supposed to be the first one who saw him nude. He may not have wanted it, but deep down something had told him that he would eventually be with Blaine. That he was Blaine's and Blaine was his. Now someone was about to take what Kurt was to give to Blaine. Tears streaked down the sides of his face, tickling his ears.

Sebastian stroked his hand down Kurt's chest to the waist band of his boxer briefs.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked.

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Blaine felt a jolt in his chest, like electricity. His wrist burned and throbbed, causing him to cry out.

"Blaine? Are you okay?" Chandler asked.

"I'm fine. Chandler, he took my Soulmate," Blaine told him.

"Oh my god. When?" he replied.

"Just a little while ago. I am so sorry to bother you with this and I'm sorry if it brings up bad memories. But you are my only hope. Where were you when Sebastian attacked you?" Blaine pleaded with Fate to tell him where his Kurt was.

"He took me to his parent's cabin. It's up by Lake Crescent. It's only fifteen to twenty minutes on the I-45. It's the only cabin with a red door at the Lake Crescent Resort," Chandler told him quickly.

Blaine started rattling off the directions to Wes who spun the car around and raced toward the freeway.

"Thank you so much, Chandler. You may have saved Kurt from… well, you may have saved him," Blaine said. He couldn't put into words what could be happening to his Soulmate. It was too painful.

"Please let me know when you find him," Chandler said.

Blaine agreed to and hung up. He called the police and told them about the cabin. He was told an officer would be sent there right away. Blaine thanked them and hit 'end' as another electric jolt went through his chest making him cry out. He breathed deeply for a moment before telling his friends what he was feeling.

"I've felt that before. Layla was in a car accident a while back and she was hurt. She said she was calling my name. I felt that jolt and the burning. It only let up once I was able to get to her and touch her," Wes told him. "Kurt is trying to call for you."

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Kurt was kicking for all he was worth. Twice he got Sebastian, once in the chest and once in the jaw. That one had knocked Sebastian off the bed, making him tumble to the floor and hit his head against the wall. As soon as Sebastian was down, Kurt began pulling at the ropes, trying desperately to break free. One of his arms broke free, causing him to twist his shoulder as it snapped forward. He cried out in agony, but didn't stop trying to free his other arm. He watched Sebastian with one eye as he maneuvered to his knees and worked on the knot on his other wrist.

Sebastian stood up, swaying, his face pale but his eyes were filled with rage.

"You are going to pay for that, Kurt, with my foot up your ass and my cock down your throat," he growled.

Kurt swung off the bed opposite of Sebastian, his arm still strung up to the bed.

"Just try it, motherfucker!" Kurt yelled. He may not be a jock, but he knew he was strong and he was willing to fight for his freedom.

Sebastian made to move forward and Kurt pushed his knees against the bed. When it moved easily, he put his foot on the frame of the bed and shoved with all of his might. The bed slid right into Sebastian's legs causing him to fall again.

Blaine! Kurt yelled mentally. He suddenly wished they had finished the Claiming, then Blaine would be able to feel his emotions. That would have made him feel better, even if it didn't tell Blaine where he was. He made a mental note to complete that task when he was free. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, he chanted in his head as he yanked and pulled at the rope.

Just as Sebastian was standing up, Kurt was able to yank his wrist free. He cried out in victory, then took stock of the situation. The door was only ten or fifteen feet away. The only thing standing between him and freedom was a very pissed off Sebastian Smythe.

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Blaine was bouncing in his seat, urging Wes to go faster, though he was already doing eighty miles per hour. The electric feeling in his chest and the burning were constant now. It hurt like hell, but it was comforting in a way, knowing that Kurt was still fighting, still hoping for Blaine. He wasn't dead. As they drove, he spared a thought wondering why he was able to feel these things when he and Kurt hadn't opened their Marks through the Claiming yet. That was something he would save to explore with Kurt later. He was determined that there would be a 'later' with Kurt. Finally they saw the sign for the resort and they pulled in, not bothering to slow down at all.

They started driving by the cabins, looking for the one with the red door. The sun was low in the sky, but there was still enough light to see by.

"There it is!" Jeff yelled, pointing to the left.

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"I am going to hurt you," Sebastian yelled, walking around the bed toward Kurt.

Kurt jumped on the bed and ran across, running toward the door. He managed to unlock the door before reaching for the doorknob. As he went to twist it, he was yanked backward against Sebastian's chest. An arm across his neck held him still, the other one a vise across his middle.

"You are going to pay for this, Kurt. Do you want to know how?" Sebastian whispered in his ear. "First I am going to punch you in the freaking kidneys, then I am going to fuck your brains out. You're going to love it."

"Go to hell," Kurt bit out, his lungs burning as his breath was cut off by Sebastian's arm.

"You'll wish you could go there when I'm done with you," Sebastian taunted.

"Kurt!" a familiar voice yelled.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Sebastian growled.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled hoarsely, as he clawed at Sebastian's arms, but he couldn't get loose.

The door slammed open to reveal Blaine, Nick, Jeff, and Wes. Four faces that could not be more welcome at that moment.

"Let him go, Sebastian," Blaine demanded.

Sebastian jerked Kurt tighter against him, causing him to choke. "Not on your curly haired life, Anderson," Sebastian bit out. "I'm going to beat the shit out of your little Soulmate. Then I'm going to fuck him. You never did that, did you, Blaine? You never got the chance because you ran him off, didn't you? Such a good Soulmate. Well, I gotta say, you could have trained him better, Blaine. He doesn't listen very well," Sebastian said with a wicked grin. "I had to teach him how to shut up."

"Get your hands off of him now!" Blaine yelled, coming closer.

"Stop right there, lover boy," Sebastian warned.

Blaine studied the situation for a moment. An idea came to him. Hopefully Kurt would understand.

"Kurt," Blaine demanded, a Dom order strong in his voice. "Elbow him in the ribs, now!"

Kurt did not hesitate, but followed the order immediately. His elbow came out then slammed back into Sebastian's ribs. It stole Sebastian's air, causing him to wheeze and cough.

"Kurt, come here now!" Blaine ordered.

Kurt yanked himself free of Sebastian's grip and ran to Blaine, falling into his arms. "Blaine!" he cried, burying his head into Blaine's neck.

"I'm here, beautiful. You did wonderful, I'm so proud of you," Blaine said.

Jeff and Nick managed to grab Sebastian's arms, holding him back. Wes shoved him toward a door that proved to be a closet. They were about to shove Sebastian in when Blaine came up and tapped Wes on the shoulder.

"Just a second, Wes," Blaine said. His fist shot forward, smashing into Sebastian's already painful jaw. The boy couldn't take it and passed out, sinking to the floor. The boys pulled and shoved at him until Sebastian was curled up in the closet.

Not a minute later, the police arrived. All five of them had their hands up, then pointed to the closet.

An hour later, they were released to go home. Sebastian had been loaded into an ambulance and was escorted by a police car to the hospital. Kurt had been photographed before he got dressed again, a blanket from the paramedics wrapped around his shoulders. He had started shivering from shock and hadn't been able to stop. The paramedics suggested a warm drink and a good night's sleep since Kurt turned down a trip to the hospital.

Burt had been called, who was out searching for Kurt, and Burt agreed that they should meet at his house. He said Blaine was welcome to stay the night, knowing Blaine would be wracked with worry if he were separated from his Soulmate after such a terrible evening.

Blaine and Kurt sat in the back of the car, Kurt in the middle, curled up halfway onto Blaine's lap. Blaine was stroking his hair and whispering endearments to him, telling him how proud he was.

"Thank you for rescuing me," Kurt whispered.

"You would have gotten free on your own, I'm sure of it. You were close. I am so proud of you," Blaine told him, caressing his precious face.

"I thought about you a lot," Kurt admitted, pleased at Blaine's words.

They got to Kurt's house and Burt met them outside, grabbing Kurt and bear-hugging him for ten minutes straight. Burt then made Kurt some cocoa, adding in marshmallows at his son's request. Kurt told his dad and Blaine all that had happened and assured them over and over that he hadn't been sexually assaulted. Kurt's dad was boiling mad to the point where he decided it was high time he cleaned his shotgun. He finally let Kurt go so Blaine could help him into bed.

Kurt took a long, hot shower, scrubbing away any sign of Sebastian. He came out of the bathroom, pajamas on even though it was still early. Blaine folded the blankets back and let Kurt crawl in. He tucked him in and then lay beside him on top of the blankets.

"Thank you for everything Blaine," Kurt said.

"You're welcome, but you don't have to keep thanking me. I did exactly what you would do in the same situation," Blaine said, stroking his fingers across Kurt's bruised cheek, the only mark showing what he'd been through.

"I would have bitched him to death," Kurt said playfully.

"That would work," Blaine agreed.

"Hey," Kurt said, smacking Blaine on the arm.

Blaine laughed and Kurt joined him.

"I'm very glad you are okay, Kurt," he said.

"Me too. Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to wake up alone," Kurt said, his voice trembling, showing his vulnerability.

"Of course. Anything for you," Blaine said.

"Goodnight Blaine," Kurt whispered.

"Goodnight my love," Blaine responded, kissing his forehead.

He lay there long into the night, content to watch his Soulmate sleep.

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Okay, I was thinking at first that this would be a short chapter. Not so! I hope you enjoyed it, it just kept flowing from my fingers (the best way to write!). It's almost 4:30am, so I'm going to go to bed. Have a happy Monday! (or not, cuz Monday's generally suck…)