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Blaine struggled against the bonds as fear flooded him.
"Easy now," a voice with a deep southern accent murmured softly. A hand brushed against his cheek and down his body. Blaine stiffened as it rested on his leg, near his groin area. "It'll be a lot less painful for you, if you just cooperate."
Blaine wanted to ask what was going on but all he could do was make muffled pleas through the gag. His face was soaked with his tears.
"Please," he tried to beg but more muffled sounds were heard.
"You must be wondering what's going on," the man whispered in his ear. "Your father is a very important man, Blaine. Very rich...and with him being a judge he has made a lot of enemies. People that were put away that shouldn't have been. People that were given the life sentence. I know he doesn't have the power to release them, but I want him to pay. So I decided to take something that he cares about away."
Blaine was stunned. His father's job as a judge often sounded rather boring to him. Mr. Anderson would come home and complain about the incompetence of people but he never really discussed the murder trial ones. He often wanted to keep his work life separated from his home life, but Blaine never imagined something like this happening.
"Don't worry," the man laughed. "We'll return you, if he gives us the proper amount of money."
Us. There was more than one person there. Chills went down his spine.
"Until then, we better get you ready...we don't want the package to be totally undamaged when returned."
Blaine sobbed behind the blindfold and gag as he felt hands slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
The officers had arrived quickly and Kurt had called his father. Burt and Carol drove over for moral support as soon as they heard what was going on.
Kurt felt weird sitting in a room with police felt like a scene in a horror movie, and he was playing one of the leads.
"So when was the last time you saw him?" One of the officers asked Mrs. Anderson.
"This morning," she whispered as she wiped her eyes. "He was on his way to school..."
"And Blaine has never skipped school?" Another officer prodded. Both parents shook their head.
"Blaine was a good student," Mr. Anderson finally added. " He never ditched. Never pretended to be sick. He rarely missed a day. He had almost a perfect attendance. Even in his old public school when he was getting bullied every day."
"That brings up a second question, does Blaine have any enemies? Anyone at any of his schools that would really like to hurt him?" One of the officers asked as kindly as possible. Kurt thought of Karofsky and was disgusted him himeslf. Karofsky may be a lot of things but he wouldn't do something really severe to Blaine, would he? Besides, he mainly hated Kurt, not Blaine.
"No..."Mrs. Anderson was uncertain when she spoke. "He's very likable. Lots of friends."
"But the people who gay bashed him-"
Everyone looked up and the main officer sighed.
"Yes, I know about that, I looked up his history. Would those kids want to hurt him again?"
"Yes but they are still in juvi," said William. "It was a severe crime and it's only been about a year since the incident. They are the only real enemies of Blaine's."
"What about any friends of theirs? Angry at them being put away?"
"What are you trying to say?" Cried Mrs. Anderson in despair and Carol gripped her hand tightly. Burt closed his eyes in pain and Kurt had tears in his. He hated the fact they were talking about who was capable of hurting Blaine.
"I'm sorry ma'am, we are just trying to decide if Blaine has any enemies. Someone who would want to hurt him or..."
"Or what?" Pressed Mr. Anderson.
"Or kidnap him."
A low moan escaped Mrs. Anderson's throat.
"Kidnapped? This is Lima Heights we are talking about!" Cried Mr. Anderson as he rose to his feet.
"Yes but crimes happen everywhere, Mr. Anderson," the main officer said gently. "And we need to consider all the possibilities."
"I didn't call to consider possibilities with you! I called so you would search for my son! Which you're not doing and it's getting darker by the minute, colder too."
"The rest of the team is out there searching for Blaine," the officer reminded him. "But we need to think about where and how we are going to search for him. I know thinking about your son being in danger is a difficult concept for you to imagine-"
"You have no idea," said Mr. Anderson, his voice shook.
"William," said Burt quietly. "You should listen to him-"
"If Kurt was the one missing would you want to listen to this?"
Burt stared at his son with pain and sadness.
"No, but..."
"But nothing, Burt. There is no one we know that would want to take our son away from us."
"What about your job?" One of the side officers asked and William turned sharply.
"What?"
"You're a judge,and you have put away a lot of people. Important criminals..."
William just stared at the officer.
"We're done talking," he snapped, his face flushed with regret and worry. "I'm going out to search for my son." He looked at the clock, it was now eight.
Blaine had been missing for a little over 12 hours. The main officer stood up.
"Mr. Anderson, please!"
Kurt just sat there, sat there and tried to absorb everything. They were trying to think of people who would want to hurt Blaine. How horrible and horrific was that thought?
Mr. Anderson was almost out the door, though, when the phone rang.
They all looked at it with dread and slowly Mrs. Anderson reached forward to pick it up...