Confessions and Curtain Calls
Kurt allowed the Society scientists to take their samples, cursing Sebastian Smythe through out the ordeal. Meanwhile, Karofsky filled him in on how he came to join the Society, his training, and a little more history on demons.
As they were walking out of the seemingly abandoned church a couple of hours later, Dave put his hand on Kurt's elbow and stopped him. "Listen, I really want to apologies again for the way I treated you. The only excuse I can make was that I was scared and confused. The Society has helped me understand myself much better, and Aleric has helped me come to terms with my feelings."
Kurt studied him for a moment, then nodded. "I'm actually happy for you, Dave. If we manage to save Blaine and vanquish Smythe, maybe we can go on a double date sometime."
The both laughed at that. "You'll get him back, Kurt. I promise. First we need to get to Dalton and see just how much damage he's done."
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Trent could tell something was wrong. Throughout the day, each of the Warblers had received a text, one by one. Each one had been summoned to Nick and Jeff's dorm room. They'd be gone for a while, and when they returned, there would be something...off...about them. At first he couldn't pinpoint it. It wasn't until Thad glanced at him during dinner that he realized what it was. Their eyes were wrong. It was like something inhuman was staring at him. Something cold and lifeless.
At about the same moment he became aware of this, his cell phone chimed, indicating a text message. Filled with dread, he glanced at the screen. The name he saw there surprised him, and he opened the message quickly.
Urgent. Meet me at the duck pond now. Life or death.-K
Life or Death? What did Kurt mean by that? He wondered as he gathered up his bag, trying to act normal, not wanting those disturbing eyes following him. He didn't rush, acted as if he was distracted looking for something in his satchel as he left the dining hall. When he reached the duck pond, he looked around, not seeing the fair skinned boy anywhere.
Suddenly an arm reached out from behind a massive oak tree, pulling him in to it's shadows. The large male definitely wasn't Kurt. "Have they gotten to you yet?"
Trent just looked at the stranger. "Who?"
A flash of movement to his side caught his eye. "Kurt! Oh thank god! What the hell is going on?"
"It's ok, Dave, let him go. Trent! I'm so glad you are okay! I was afraid Sebastian had gotten you too!"
"Sebastian? Damn, that makes sense. I knew there was something weird about him. And now the Warblers are walking around like the pod people from Invasion of the Body Snatchers."
"All of them?" Kurt asked, dismayed.
"Yeah, one by one through out the day they got called in to Jeff's room, and when they came back, it was like they were strangers."
Karofsky swore viciously. "He's building a entourage. He'll use them to keep Blaine away from you until he's finished with him."
"Blaine? What's going on? And who are you?"
"Dave Karofsky, Trent Nixon. Dave is a demon slayer."
"Karofsky? Isn't that the guy who-"
"Old news, Trent. Pay attention. Dave kills demons. Sebastian Smythe is a sex demon who wants my boyfriend's virgin blood. He's using sex and some kind of mind control to turn the Warblers into his servants."
"So why hasn't he tried to take control of me?" Trent asked.
"I don't know. If you get called in, text me and I'll try and get you out of there. In the meantime, I need you to keep an eye on things here and let me know what is going on. I need to find Blaine and try to break the compulsion he's under before Sebastian feeds from him again."
"He probably won't try again tonight," Karofsky put in. "He'll still be feeling the high from feeding last night, plus all the sexual energy from today. He'll need another day or so to pull himself together."
"So we have until tomorrow night?" Kurt asked, and then a look of horror crossed his face. "Crap! The play is tomorrow night. All the Warblers are going to be there."
"So?" Trent asked.
"So, I need to find Blaine before then."
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Blaine woke the next morning with a pounding headache and a feeling of dread. He had a hazy memory of Kurt trying to talk to him, and himself pushing his glasz eyed angel away. He felt sick to his stomach. He knew there was something wrong, but he couldn't fathom it. He needed to talk to Kurt.
He glanced at his alarm clock, and swore. He was late for school. And then it hit him. The play was tonight. He scrambled to get ready. He fumbled around, trying to find his phone, but it was nowhere to be found. He swore again, but gave up searching. He didn't have time for it.
He arrived at the school in time for his second class of the day, math. He was still so lost in thought he didn't hear a word the teacher said at all. Same thing in his next class, English. He had lunch next, and was desperate to see Kurt, to talk to him, to apologize and try and figure out what was happening to him. He searched for the pale boy, but didn't see him anywhere.
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Kurt had tried to call Blaine several times the night before, but got no answer. He'd waited by his locker again this morning, hoping to catch him there, but once again Blaine wasn't there. He texted him again on the way to second period. It wasn't until he was heading to his third period French class that his phone buzzed, indicating he had a text message.
Kurt, something isn't right with me. I need you, please. Meet me at my place ASAP. -B
Kurt almost dropped his phone as he turned back down the hall and rushed to his car. He heard someone call his name, he thought it might be Santana, but he didn't stop. He had to get to Blaine before Sebastian could get his tenterhooks into him again.
He reached his car, throwing his books and phone down on the passenger seat and was about to get in when strong arms grabbed him from behind. A cloth was pressed over his mouth and nose. The over powering sent of ether had him struggling for air, but blackness edged his vision, and his struggles grew weaker. After a moment he slumped as the darkness overtook him.
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He blinked slowly as consciousness returned gradually. At first he couldn't understand what was happening, but as he woke more fully, memories came clearer, and he started to fight again, but found he couldn't move. His wrists were bound behind him, and tied to some sort of beam or structure, his legs tied together as well. He tried to scream in protest, but found he was also gagged with his own scarf.
Once he realized he couldn't free himself, he stopped struggling and looked around at his surroundings. The room was dark, no lights were on, and he could see curtains blocking out most of the sunlight from the windows. In the minimal light that did penetrate, he could see shapes that might have been couches, and what was most likely a piano. The room was familiar. He'd spent many hours here once upon a time. The Warbler's rehearsal room.
He began trying to untie himself, but what ever they bound him with was too tight. He had no idea what time it was, how long he had been unconscious. Suddenly he heard a door open and close, and foot steps approached him.
He was surprised to see the tall blond boy standing over him.
"So, awake at last," Jeff smirked down at him. "I have a message for you from Sebastian. He said to tell you to give up. You can't beat him. Soon Blaine will be his, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."
Kurt screamed into his gag and began struggling harder, but the boy who had once been his friend just laughed at his efforts. "See you around, angel. I've got a play to attend."
Kurt watched the other boy go, tears streaming down his face in frustration. How could this be happening? Just a few days ago he had been so sure of his and Blaine's love for each other, their future all but written in the stars. But now some demon spawn was trying to blackout those stars and steal the love of his life. This was so unfair!
He rested his head back on whatever he was bound to and silently wept for his inability to protect his boyfriend. He was so busy wallowing in misery, he didn't notice the curtain on the far side of the room parting, or the large figure slipping inside.
It wasn't until the face of Karofsky entered his line of vision that he realized he was no longer alone. He tried to talk through the gag, but the larger boy just shushed him. He was quickly untied and helped to his feet, removing the gag. "How did you know where I was?"
"Trent called me. He saw them sneaking you into the building. Come on, let's get out of here."
They climbed out through the window and rushed for Karofsky's truck. "We have to hurry, Sebastian and his followers left for Lima almost an hour ago. Aleric is going to meet us there."
Kurt just nodded and rubbed his writs, which were rubbed raw from the Dalton ties that had bound them. He glanced at the time on the dashboard and groaned. "Artie is going to kill me. I was supposed to be in custom fifteen minutes ago!"
Karofsky glanced at him oddly. "There is a blood sucking sex demon on the lose who wants your boy toy and you're worried about missing your curtain call?"
"Sebastian won't be able to touch Blaine before the play, there will be too many people around. Besides, the show must go all over the place, or something."
Karofsky snorted, but began driving faster.
