Chapter Two: Games

"That's great, everybody, see you all tomorrow afternoon!" called Sebastian as his choir flooded out of the spacious room. "We're gonna take regionals!"

Trent pumped his fist and gave Sebastian a fist bump as he walked past him. "You staying?"

"I need to work on my scales," he lied, shutting the heavy door and sighing. He had to feed Kurt. Didn't want him to die. Yet.

"Where is he?" A hand clapped down on his shoulder.

Sebastian concealed his alarm. When he saw who was behind him, his face broke into a wide smile. Blaine Anderson, wearing an eye patch and a murderous expression.

"What did you do?" yelled Blaine. "Don't you lie to me. I'm a boxer."

"Do...what?" Sebastian wished he had a video camera or something. However, the camera was to be saved for the next part of his plan.

"WHERE IS KURT?" Blaine flexed his fingers as if they were seconds away from breaking his jaw.

"Where indeed. Saw him on the news this morning. Shame, really."

"Don't play games with me, Smythe." Blaine spat. "Kurt never hurt anybody."

"Au contraire," Sebastian opened the door and gestured for Blaine to leave. "Now get the hell out of my auditorium," he mocked. "Go back to your hospital bed. Don't wanna miss your little surgery, Captain Anderson."

Blaine threw him the most venomous look he could muster. "If I find out that – " He broke off, and stormed down the corridor. A corridor in a school he had once called home. Without knowing it, Blaine stomped over the head of the very person he'd been looking for.

When Blaine had departed, Sebastian pulled a paper bag out of his backpack. It contained Kurt's breakfast/lunch/dinner. This was going to be so much fun, he thought gleefully as he stole away to the basement, using the key he'd seduced from the janitor.

Kurt heard the jingle of the silver key against the metal door. Surely Sebastian had the heart to feed him. Kurt needed to regain some pride. Resistance was essential. He could fight Sebastian.

He was still sprawled on the ground, curled up to keep what little body heat he could. He hadn't needed to use the bathroom – he was utterly empty inside. The tears had stopped, and thank goodness for that – he refused to let the Warbler see him sob.

"Hello Kurt," Sebastian flicked a switch Kurt had not seen before, and a flickering light bulb sparkled feebly from the ceiling. "After a long day of thought, I have decided to tell you my real plans, as they are pretty brill."

"Hmm." Kurt's eyes were fixed on the bag. Sebastian noticed.

"Brought you some food," he pulled out a sandwich. Kurt sat up, but suddenly Sebastian had jerked it away, holding it behind his back. "Did you really think it would be that easy? I paid fifty cents for this thing."

"Leave me alone!" Kurt exclaimed, standing up. "I'm older than you, Sebastian! I never did anything to you! Let me go now, and maybe I won't go to the police!"

"While you may be older, I am wiser, stronger, and prettier. Which makes me your superior."Sebastian gave him a winning smile.

"So what? I can take you on. I can escape!" Kurt shouted, full of adrenaline. "Watch the news. Pathetic Warbler Fails In One Day Kidnapping Attempt. You just watch!"

"Show me what you've got, then," commanded Sebastian, and Kurt thoughtlessly stepped forward. This was a mistake. Sebastian darted forward and instantly grabbed Kurt in a headlock.

"I could do it, you know," he whispered into Kurt's hair-sprayed locks. "I could jerk my arms right now and break your neck. All over! The end."

"I am stronger than you." Kurt gasped for breath. "You just wait. You're just – " Kurt spluttered, his lips slowly turning blue.

Sebastian let go of Kurt, who dropped limply to the stone floor. He was on the edge of consciousness once again.

"You're pathetic," He lightly kicked Kurt's ribs.

Kurt moaned quietly.

"I pity you," sighed Sebastian. "So scared. So lonely. And so utterly clueless, because after your little fight with me, I no longer feel up to sharing. Maybe later."

Kurt didn't respond. He would not give this sadistic teen any more pleasure.

Sebastian bended down until he was at Kurt's level. "If you want that food, you're going to have to beg me for it. Go on."

Kurt just shook his head.

Quinn couldn't really remember where the Hummel-Hudson family lived. She drove blindly around the neighborhood and finally stopped when she saw several police cars clustered around a home. This must be the place. Nothing exciting ever happened in this cow town. Except for teen kidnapping/runaway cases, apparently.

She knocked on the door, but nobody answered. Quinn rolled her eyes and let herself in.

Finn, Mr. Hummel, and Finn's mother Carole sat with a familiar fat policeman at their dining table.

"And that is why we didn't wait for 24 hours. Because we were bored and nothing exciting ever happens." Sergent Boo's voice bleated.

"I really don't think Kurt ran away." Finn was saying in an agitated tone. "Our Glee club is headed for Regionals, he's completely in love with someone here, and he likes his life."

"There was no sign of a struggle anywhere." Sergent Boo sighed heavily. "Young Hummel may have kept his feelings quiet."

"Blaine would know!" Finn shouted. "He doesn't think Kurt ran away, either!"

"Finn," said Burt warningly. "Boo is trying to help."

"Then HELP!" Finn kicked over his chair and stomped out of the room.

"I really want him to stop doing that." Carole hissed to herself.

"Excuse me?" Quinn said loudly, and the adults jumped.

"Hey, Quinn Fabray," said Carole after a moment of silence. "I haven't seen you around. What are you doing here?"

"I want to help," Quinn didn't know why she wanted to help the "Porcelain," as Sue called him. Besides cultivating her popularity, what was in it for her? It was senior year, and she wanted to play detective?

Yes, she did.

"I am so scared," Burt Hummel murmured. Who he was talking to was unclear. "My Kurt's so delicate, so unique. So easy to break."

He slammed his fist on the table and stared at Quinn. "Let's bring him home."

"Here's a magnifying glass." Boo slid the glass oval across the table. "You can keep it."

Kurt watched Sebastian ascend the stairs once again. He was pretty proud of himself.

After the Warbler had told Kurt to beg for his food, Kurt remained strong, even when Sebastian punched him in the eye. He didn't cry, didn't scream. Just lay there as Sebastian pummeled him. He was just starting to crack, about to break down and do as his tormentor demanded, and Sebastian had thrown the sandwich in his face, chucked the water bottle at his stomach, and walked back to the light.

Kurt wished he had a mirror. He knew that he was going to have a black eye, and probably some bruises. At least he didn't have any broken bones. And he had food. The pain all over his body was dulled with pleasure.

Kurt practically inhaled the sandwich. It tasted like victory.

Sebastian was in a rage as he walked into the parking lot. If only his father, the state's attorney, could force Kurt to do his bidding. However, his father must remain oblivious to the felonies his son was committing.

"Hey, 'Bastian!"

He wheeled around. It was Trent. Of course it was Trent. Nobody else would call him 'Bastian.

"What?" he snapped. "I'm sort of on a time crunch."

"Sebastian," Trent jogged forward and said quietly, "I know who's in the basement."

"Excuse me?" Sebastian glared into the eyes of his best friend. Trent stared evenly back.

"I'm your closest buddy. I knew something was up since first period English,"

"You can't tell anyone," Sebastian grabbed Trent's shoulders, slightly gentler than he had Kurt's hours ago.

"You know I won't. But someone is gonna know something's up. If people find out, you'll lose everything." Trent looked genuinely concerned. "Also, even though this Kurt guy is a major competitor and ex-Warbler, you shouldn't, like, torture him."

"I have it all worked out. Nobody's gonna get hurt. Well, I won't, anyway." said Sebastian loftily. "Don't tell!"

And with that, he hopped into his car and sped away. Trent watched the convertible zoom out of sight. He decided to go see how Kurt was holding up.

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