Sebastian glared at Kurt, tightening his grip on Kurt's neck, and Kurt cried out in pain. He wrenched himself free of the Warbler and scampered to the window, which was cracked open. Nobody was in sight, but Kurt's life was on the line. He had to try.

"HELP ME!" Kurt screamed, his throat on fire. "HELP ME! POLICE! SOMEBODY! HELP!"

"No!" Sebastian's fist slammed against Kurt's head, a foot kicked the back his legs, hard. Kurt crumpled to the floor as the world around him faded to black.

Finn stood up in front of the Glee club. "As you guys know, I'm missing Kurt just like the rest of you. He's my friend. My brother." He shrugged. "But I know he'll come back, no matter what happened. Since Blaine did Taylor Swift...I kinda did too."

Puck raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

"And it's a sad picture

The final blow hits you

Somebody else gets what you wanted again

You know it's all the same

Another time and place

Repeating history and you're getting sick of it

But I believe in whatever you do

And I'll do anything to see it through

Because these things will change!

Can you feel it now?

These walls the put up to hold us back will

Fall down

This revolution, the time will come for us to finally win

We sing Hallelujah

We sing Hallelujah,"

Finn stopped singing and realized that everybody was singing with him. They were an unstoppable force, collaborating to bring back the boy that filled them all with happiness.

The music ended. Finn looked at Blaine. Blaine nodded, silently thanking him.

"Things will change," said Fin quietly.

"Which you just told us about a billion times." Santana remarked dryly.

Mr. Schue opened the door to his office and lifted the ringing telephone to his ear.

"Sergent Boo?" he asked confusedly. "What happened?"

The room went from depressed to absolutely silent.

"Where?" Mr. Schue cried. "Did you find anything?"

Blaine gasped.

"I – I'll let the kids know," Mr. Schue sounded close to tears himself. "There is still hope."

He hung up the phone.

"Well?" Rachel raised an eyebrow and crossed her fingers.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut.

Finn cringed in advance.

Quinn fingered her magnifying glass reproachfully.

Mercedes just stared, mouth open.

"A woman named Ann Cunningham of Westerville thought that she heard Kurt." Mr. Schue swallowed. "She had seen the story on the news, and was walking her dog Filly the Fat Tilly along a street when she heard a voice screaming for help, for the police."

"Hot damn." whispered Artie.

"I should have been there," Quinn muttered.

"The woman thought it might be Kurt because his voice was high and pretty distinguishable. So she called the police to look around."

"What street was it?" Blaine suddenly snarled.

"Rover Creek?" The teacher looked questioningly at Blaine, who's face was suddenly distorted with rage.

"I KNEW IT." Blaine threw himself out of his seat. "Rover C. is where Sebastian lives," he spat.

"Excuse me. Is Sebastian that cruel, cruel person of the other school who threw the beverage at Blaine?" Rory asked nervously.

"Yes," snarled Sam. "It was not cool." He and Rory exchanged a significant glance.

"Didn't they find anything, Mr. Schuester?" Finn asked quickly.

Mr. Schue shook his head sadly. "Not a trace."

"That's it," Blaine's voice was full of cold fury. "Finn, Puck. Come on. We're going to Rover Creek."

"Guys, no!" Rachel cried as Finn and Puck rose from their seats, a similar look of determination on their features.

"We're going to go and find him." Puck exclaimed. "Yes! I get to put my macho skills to good use."

"I am coming too," declared Rory. Nobody stopped him.

"You can't!" Rachel yelled at them all.

"Sorry, Rachel." Finn spat, pushing past her. "Sebastian's gone too far."

Sebastian was in a rage. The police had come knocking on every door on the street, politely requesting to search the houses. The maid had allowed him upstairs, so Sebastian had to push Kurt's body under the bed, then shove his own clothes under it to conceal him.

Luckily, the officer had left the mansion quickly, probably intimidated the the sheer size of it. When the squad car drove away, Sebastian dragged Kurt out from under the bed and forced him upright against the wall.

Trent, who had missed the action, but came into the room just as Sebastian had knocked Kurt out, hadn't spoken a word since. Until now.

"You know the police are going to catch you." Trent said feebly. "Then what?"

"If they do catch me, it'll be because I've already gone through with my plan." Sebastian muttered, then began to slap Kurt awake.

After about ten powerful blows, Kurt came to, his cheek stinging and a lump rising on his forehead.

"Good. You're awake." snapped Sebastian. "The nice guy act is so totally over. By the end of this week, by the end of today, you're going to do anything I ask you too, just because I told you to. You will not defy or try to pathetically make a break for it."

Kurt didn't respond, just stared blankly at him.

"Do you understand me?" Sebastian screamed, grabbing Kurt and smashing him against the wall. The framed pictures wobbled slightly.

The window was shut. The door was locked. The carpet was thick.

Kurt still said nothing.

"Jeez, 'Bastian, he just woke up!" Trent suggested helpfully, as he always did. "Time, bro!"

"Shut up," Sebastian rolled his eyes. He turned back to Kurt and punched him in the nose. Blood began to drip, then stream onto the worn cashmere. "Just answer me!"

Kurt gently prodded his nose. "I understand," he whispered softly, wrapping his arms around himself. Sebastian laughed an insane laugh.

"You're finally learning. Hallelujah." he grabbed a fistful of Kurt's hair and shoved him over. "Now go put on your clothes."

Kurt scrambled into the private bathroom.

Finally. A mirror. Kurt examined himself and winced. Big purple splotches dotted his face and his eye, his nose was bent and bleeding, and his cheeks were bright red. His hair was a mess and his eyes were glassy.

So Sebastian seemed to have won. Kurt didn't have the strength to fight any more.

Kurt numbly peeled off his sweater, his jeans, and his B necklace, tossing the discarded clothes on the tiles and the necklace on the counter top.

He slowly pulled on the pants. Then the white polo. Facing the awful blazer once more, Kurt nearly broke down again. It was so painful. So terrible, so twisted that he had to wear that. The outfit that had once been a joy to slip into. The one that meant he was guaranteed another day with Blaine Anderson.

Now it was his prison outfit. If he wore it, he was sending a message that Sebastian owned him. Controlled him, defeated him.

Kurt slipped into the blazer, wanting to cry, but having no tears left. He lifted his gaze back to the mirror, and sung in a sweet voice, barely above a whisper.

"You

With your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me

You have knocked me off my feet again

Got me feeling like a nothing

You with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded

You picking on the weaker man,"

Kurt straightened his tie, daring to sing louder.

"Well you can take me down

With just one single blow

But you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be

Living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be

Big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?"

He walked out of the bathroom, and Sebastian surveyed him with approval. "Great! Good to see you can actually follow directions."

He walked Kurt and Trent through the house and to the front door. As Sebastian reached out to open the polished mahogany, it opened on its own.

Well, not exactly on its own.

Sebastian's father, the state's attorney, stood on the other side.

A/N: Ooh! Sort of cliff hangar! I'm so sorry!

Also, I am almost done with Part 2! Yay! And some major action is going to happen very soon!

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