Blaine had never been to Sebastian's house before, but knew the address. And it was the biggest house in Westerville, so it wasn't exactly easy to miss.

"What are gonna do when we get there?" asked Puck, glaring out the window.

"You two can hold down Sebastian while I punch the living crap of him?" suggested Blaine darkly.

"I could go for that," Finn shrugged. "I want my brother back."

"And I want some fast food," Rory cut in.

"Seriously, dude?" Puck sighed.

Blaine slammed on the breaks when they reached Rover Creek, sending Puck flying into the back of Blaine's seat.

"Kurt is here somewhere," Blaine surveyed the block.

"He sure is!" a feminine voice chimed in. The heads whipped around as Quinn popped out of the back.

"AHH!" the four boys yelled.

"I'm here to help," said Quinn curtly. "Do you want it or not?"

Blaine shrugged. "Can you hit stuff?"

Quinn nodded. "After you push a baby out of you – " she glared at Puck. " – anything is achievable."

Grim determination filled Blaine's face. "Lets do this."

"Sebastian?" A look of utter stupefaction dominated Mr. Smythe's features as he took in the scene; Sebastian, holding some kid in a headlock. That boy looking beaten up and miserable. Trent hovering guiltily in the background.

"Oh. My. Golly. G." Mr. Smythe breathed. "Sebastian."

"Dad, I – "

"Sebastian Smythe. You. Did. Not."

"I can – " Sebastian actually looked flustered for once, his cool facade cracking. His arms dropped from Kurt's neck, but Kurt didn't seem to notice or care.

"So this isn't that missing boy from Lima?"

"Uh – "

"You kidnapped him." Mr. Smythe gasped. "You kidnapped him, beat him up good, and done starved him, by the looks of it. Why?"

"Dad, I had to!" Sebastian cried. "I – "

"I COULD LOSE MY JOB!" yelled Mr. Smythe. "I COULD GO TO JAIL. YOU COULD GO TO JAIL. THE FAMILY NAME DISOWNED."

"Eh?" an elderly neighbor poked her head out of her car. Mr. Smythe stepped inside and slammed the door shut.

Kurt's gaze remained on the floor, the picture of defeat. But inside, his organs were bursting with hope. And hunger.

"We can't let anybody ever find out about this," Mr. Smythe said in an unsteady voice. His bulging eyes darted around madly.

Trent's head snapped up. Was Mr. Smythe seriously saying what Trent thought he was saying?

Kurt realized it, too. Mr. Smythe would ensure that Kurt was never found. The situation was so hopeless. A hollowness engulfed his empty stomach.

"Where were you taking him?" huffed Sebastian's father,

"Basement at Dalton," said Sebastian quietly. "I have a key."

"Alright." he nodded thoughtfully. "I'll help you think of somewhere better. Or we can just –." he lowered his voice. " – kill him now."

Kurt and Trent gaped at him.

"No," Sebastian said quickly. "Not yet."

Mr. Smythe walked over to Kurt, his sharp eyes missing nothing.

"I'm sorry, kid," he murmured. "It's not personal."

Kurt's mouth twitched. Sure. He'd heard that before. Kurt put a hand to his nose, which had started bleeding freely again.

Mr. Smythe watched Sebastian jostle Kurt out of the house. If they messed up now, everyone would get in trouble.

Now he'd have that kid on his conscience for the rest of his life. Mr. Smythe shook his head. Why did Sebastian always have to be so dramatic?

Kurt was to lie on the floor of the car, rather than the seats this time. Just in case a policeman came by. Sebastian guided the car out of the driveway, and suddenly froze in his seat. He spoke words that filled Kurt's heart with hysterical joy.

"Holy crap." groaned Sebastian. "It's Blaine."

Sebastian slammed the accelerator just as Kurt jerked his head up. Yes, yes, yes! It was Blaine's little Toyota.

Kurt pressed his hand against the bulletproof glass, watching Blaine's car. "Blaine!" he cried, hammering the window.

"Make him lie down," Sebastian ordered Trent.

Trent apologetically pushed Kurt back down. And suddenly Kurt completely lost his head.

He didn't care that Sebastian was there. That Trent was watching. Kurt let his emotion loose, the built-up terror, loneliness, sadness. He was in the worst moment of his life, and he knew it, and he was going to die. The world sucked and was never going to get better. He had accepted that.

And that was what scared him. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed awful dry sobs.

Sebastian was taken aback by this sudden wave of emotion. His mouth curled up slightly, but it was hard to smile when someone's heart was getting ripped out.

Kurt sat up, his body shaking. Sebastian made no move to stop him. This was a mistake, because just then, Kurt grabbed Sebastian's arm and yanked him backwards. Sebastian lost control of the car, and it spun around, gathering speed, hurdling through yards. Trees and people passed in a blur. The police would be called.

"This is it!" screamed Sebastian. "We have to kill him now!" Trent was gasping like he would never breathe again.

"'Bastian, no!" Trent exclaimed. "'Bastian, you can't!" He lunged for the gun Sebastian was picking up from the glove box. Tried to smack away the hand as it pointed it into Kurt's ribcage...and fired.

Kurt closed his eyes as the bullet lodged itself in him.

It was over.

A/N: This chapter is depressingly short. I had to cut into it so that the last chapter could be bigger. So. Yeah. I suck.

Did Kurt die? You will have to see on Wednesday!

Oh, and if anybody has a song suggestion for an epic ND vs. Warblers, please please tell me. I'm at a part in my story that desperately needs it.

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