Eh? Part 2: Chapter 4: Skyscraper, a glee fanfic

"Bastian!" Jeff called as he and Nick approached the door to the choir room. They heard footsteps and the door was unlocked.

Sebastian stood in the doorway, a nasty sneer on his visage. He stared at the suitcase hungrily. "Is that it?"

Nick nodded, hating himself. Why did Sebastian have to be so awful to Kurt? He was a sweet person and an innocent soul. Yet here he was, about to be tortured to a painful death. He shook his head sadly.

Sebastian unzipped the bag and Kurt fell out . He lifted Kurt from the floor and set him in a chair.

Nick and Jeff exchanged nervous glances. "What are you doing?" asked Nick timidly.

Sebastian ignored them and pulled a rope out of his blazer. He roughly tied Kurt to the chair, smiling an insane smile. "I caught you." he whispered to the unconscious boy. His hands traced a pattern on Kurt's cheek and he laughed darkly. "You're mine, now."

Kurt's face was devoid of any expression. Sebastian could hardly wait for him to wake up.

It was like he was trapped in a nightmare again. Everything felt so familiar. The chill in the air, the soreness, the aches.

He was sitting upright, but he couldn't move.

"Good afternoon, Kurt."

He knew that voice. Yes, after so long, he was here. He was here to kill him.

Sebastian Smythe.

His stomach sinking, Kurt opened his eyes.

He was in an unfamiliar room. It was brightly lit, packed with chairs. One of which he was tied to with thick ropes.

"So the mighty Kurt Hummel finally gets caught. After successfully evading my net of doom, I have captured you again and this time, you will never leave me. Never."

Sebastian was sitting on the far side of the room. A solemn group stood behind him, their heads down.

All of the Warblers were in on this. Kurt's head swam. All these guys were aiding the boy who wanted him dead.

They had been his friends once. Now they were his killers.

"I think you're being over-dramatic," Kurt said , and was surprised to find that he was still sane, his mind clear. No more waiting in fear. Everything was out in the open. Kurt was the hostage, Sebastian was the kidnapper. Just like old times.

"Over-dramatic?" Sebastian scoffed. "I have this whole brilliant plan worked out. I bet you'll enjoy it," he wiggled his eyebrows terrifyingly.

"Are we in Dalton again?" Kurt demanded, unbelieving. "You know this is the first place they'll look."

"I know," sighed Sebastian. "And I wanted to talk to you about that, actually. Blurting the deets to your therapist? So not cool. You gave away my secrets."

"Why didn't you just come and get me sooner? You know where I live." Kurt spat, shuddering at the thought.

"Because I wanted you to be built back up so that I could tear you down again. You know, I was in your room that night."

Kurt remembered "that night." His blood went cold.

It was the fourth night Kurt had been home since his kidnapping. He'd moved to the room across the hall, and was unused to the shadows and the placing of his furniture.

He was afraid to sleep, as he had been three other nights. He feared that as soon as he closed his eyes, Sebastian's cruel silhouette would loom over him and take him away. He wasn't sure if he had drifted off or not, because soon he heard a voice.

"Hello, Kurt."

He knew who it was immediately. It was Sebastian Smythe. Kurt whimpered in fear as the voice chuckled.

"I'll scream for help." he quavered.

Sebastian snickered again. "I'm not really here, dummy. You're having a nightmare."

Kurt's sleepy brain accepted it as a fact. "Then get out."

"I'm just here to check on you." the voice replied smoothly. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Yes," whispered Kurt honestly.

There was no answer. He finally drifted back to slumber.

Kurt took a sharp intake of breath. Sebastian was not all there. This much was clear now.

He held out a tape.

"What is that?" Kurt's head throbbed and he was pretty sure he was going to pass out soon.

"It's that tape of me admitting that I put the rock salt in Blaine's cornea. Remember? The one you threw at me?"

Kurt remembered.

"Well, because it will satisfy me, I will throw it back. At you."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Thad asked suddenly, looking up. "You were the pitcher on your League team...and a great one, too," he added hastily as Sebastian gave him a harsh look.

"I pitched that baseball so hard, it died," Sebastian threw back his head and laughed. He wound up his arm and chucked the plastic rectangle at Kurt's face. It hit him on the cheek with a hard sting, leaving a red welt.

"That was really...not...funny," Kurt tried not to cry out in pain. He remembered what had happened in the Lima Bean. "What happened to Blaine?"

Sebastian sneered. "Ah. That's the question, isn't it? Why don't you just kiss me on the cheek again?"

Kurt's cheeks turned cherry red. He'd hoped that Sebastian had forgotten an incident that occurred three days after the first day of captivity. Apparently not.

Kurt had never really been starving before. The sensation of his stomach's panging was unfamiliar. He thought that he might have a fever as well.

Disconnected thoughts ran frantically through his brain. Something had happened...but what?

"Okay, Kurt, what are the basics?" he slurred out loud. "I'm kidnapped, and...Blaine!"

Blaine had kidnapped him...wait, no. Yes. Yes he had.

Sebastian was going to save him. It would happen.

"Sebastian." he muttered, dazed.

As if on cue, the door cracked open and Kurt saw the man himself.

"Sebastian!" Kurt cried, elated and delirious. "Sebastian, you're here!" He broke into a wide, earnest smile.

Sebastian looked taken aback. "Stockholm Syndrome much?"

Kurt rose unsteadily from the floor. "You came to rescue me!" He stumbled towards the shocked Warbler, still grinning with relief.

"Kurt!" Sebastian recoiled as he was embraced. He couldn't find the strength to push him away. He laid a hand on Kurt's forehead. It was burning.

"Sebastian! You're here! We can escape!" Kurt gave a hysterical laugh and kissed Sebastian's cheek. "I knew you loved me! I knew it!"

Sebastian finally shoved him away.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked confusedly, knees buckling.

Sebastian threw the sandwich at Kurt's feet.

"What are you doing?" Kurt repeated, bemused. "We need to get away!"

Sebastian shook his head in disgust and turned to walk out of the basement.

"Don't leave without me, Sebastian!" Kurt yelled. "Wait!"

Sebastian wheeled around as Kurt's hands reached for his ankles. "You're going insane, Kurt. I'll remember this and taunt you about it later. But for now I feel bad about doing this."

With that, he stormed up the stairs and locked the door.

"SEBASTIAN!" screamed Kurt, running up to the doorway and pounding on it. Crying, he crawled back down and nibbled on the stale bread.

Hours later, his fever broke. His mental health returned.

"Oh, no." Kurt whispered in the darkness, burying his head in his hands. What had he done?

"That isn't fair to bring that up." Kurt glared. "I wasn't myself." He flushed again.

"I enjoyed being on the receiving end of your affection. It was so entertaining." he spoke in a falsetto. "Sebastian, oh, I love you so much!"

"Stop it!" Kurt tried to lean forward in his chair, but was too tightly bound.

"Don't!" Sebastian sprang forward and gave Kurt's shoulders a hard shove. Kurt toppled over onto the floor, pain spiking up his skull.

The world swam alarmingly as Sebastian leaned over him, the Warblers shuffling uncomfortably in the background.

"This isn't like last time, Kurt Hummel. I have a better, shinier gun, I have a backup gang, and I have Blaine right where I want him."

"What did you do to him?" Kurt yelled, hating that he was unable to sit up. The ropes dug into his ribs. He felt all of his panic rush back, but refused to cry in front of Sebastian. He would not give him the satisfaction.

"Now who's being too dramatic? You," Sebastian's shoe lightly touched his cheek, pressing him to the ground, threatening to break his jaw.

He felt the resistance in him starting to crack. No, he told himself firmly. Now, no matter what, you are never letting Sebastian break you again. It is not an option.

Blaine had never felt so helpless. Some unlucky employee had found his unconscious body in the cabinet and telephoned for help. The police were being idiots and actually waiting 24 hours before doing anything. Boo was back, promising that the F.B.I. would get involved this time.

Now all Blaine could do was sit in the dingy police station and wait, with Kurt's parents and his own, who had been mostly unaware of the post-Sebastian trauma.

"I'm going to get that jumped-up little jerk," Burt was grumbling. "I swear! I'll kill him."

"Yeah. Me too." Finn glared at the wall. "I can't believe we let him get away with this."

"Blaine, we're so sorry that this has happened," Blaine's father sighed.

Blaine mouth was tight. His eyes were glistening. "I just can't believe that just as Kurt was getting better, the worst possible thing that could happen...did."

"We can't just leave him at the mercy of that Warbler kid!" Finn shouted.

"We aren't." Blaine said darkly. "Sebastian's so brainless and fond of drama. I'll bet my bow tie collection he's at Dalton itself."

Sergent Boo looked up from his computer. "Whatever," he snorted, then went back to Facebook. A friend request popped up from someone named Sebastian Smythe.

"Eh, who dis be?" mused Boo to himself, deaf to the world.

"You'd know." Carol stood up. Burt and Finn mirrored him. "I say we go straight to Westerville."

Boo wasn't listening.

Blaine opened the door and stomped out. "Lets go." he snapped.

He was still in the choir room. But it was empty, and he was out of the chair.

He hadn't remembered what had happened. Why the Warblers were gone, where Sebastian was. He must have fallen unconscious. Great.

As soon as Kurt made this realization, his body recognized the pain that hit him like a truck.

He was sure that some of his fingers were broken, his ribs were definitely cracked, and his nose had a familiar burn that could only mean that Sebastian had managed to fracture that, too. He felt tender spots on his skin the meant that Sebastian had kicked him a fair bit, too. And not very gently. His eye was swelling and his clothes were scuffed. His cheeks were wet.

The agony made his eyes tear up, but he pushed them back. He had to be brave.

Kurt tried to sit up, but when he did, a searing discomfort shot through him, and he cried out in spite of himself, lying back down in his sprawled position.

He exhaled through his teeth. He knew that Sebastian would expect to come back and find Kurt crying and begging for mercy.

It was not going to happen.

Not yet, anyway.

If he closed his eyes, Kurt could imagine that he was in the auditorium. He could nearly see the misty lights and pictured a fog machine lazily coating the stage.

"Skies are crying, I am watching
Catching tear drops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like
There's nothing left of me?"

He could ignore the sharp pains that stabbed at his chest as he sung. He pictured Sebastian's face in his mind, hazily rippling in his vision, like a projection.

"You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper,"

It was true, every word. Sebastian had once owned him. Now that was done. Times were going to be tougher, but despite the agony he was in physically, Kurt had never felt more empowered.

The murky flashbacks that had clouded his brain had been washed away with the reality of the situation. Would he escape, only to be hunted down again? Or would he lie here in a defiant state until Sebastian came in and killed him?

Kurt didn't know. He didn't want to die. But if he did, he would die like a man. Of course, it was easy to say this now, when Sebastian and his daddy's gun were far away.

"As the smoke clears, I awaken
And untangle you from me
Would it make you feel better
To watch me while I bleed?
All my windows still are broken
But I'm standing on my feet,"

And then Kurt did stand on his feet. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but, feeling the fractured bones sting all over, he crawled to the wall and inched slowly until he was standing. He was bent over, nearly crying openly with the pain, but he was standing against the odds. He'd rise again from the Sebastian-induced death.

He wiped a tear from his face.

"Very touching!" Sebastian burst into the room, nearly skipping.

Kurt almost lost his precarious position. He turned his head to face his captor.

"Thank you," he said waspishly. "So why are you here now?"

Sebastian smiled sinisterly. From his position, it looked as if Kurt's eyes had rolled to the back of his head, and that he was curled over with defeat.

"You have been in my possession for what...four hours? And you're even worse than the first time."

Kurt didn't bother correcting him. He feared that if he made one more noise, his broken ribs would force him to the ground again. "No, you just got more physical." Kurt winced.

"I have a feeling that your friends will be here soon. I happened to have a recorder in the police station."

He pressed PLAY on his portable speakers.

"We aren't." Blaine was saying angrily. "Sebastian's so brainless and fond of drama. I'll bet my bow tie collection he's at Dalton."

"Whatever," an unfamiliar voice snorted.

You'd know." Carol piped."I say we go straight to Westerville."

The door opened. "Lets go." Blaine snapped.

Kurt inhaled sharply, and as his ribs jolted painfully, he sank to the floor, clutching his chest.

Sebastian interpreted this as his reaction to the tape and laughed.

"Hey, 'Bastian?" a Warbler called from the doorway.

"Not you too!" Sebastian rolled his eyes. "The only upside to Trent's death was that that asinine nickname died with him!"

"We need to speak with you," said the Warbler falteringly, avoiding Kurt's eyes.

"Fine!" Sebastian snapped. He turned to Kurt, who was still crumpled on the floor, gasping with pain. "Don't go anywhere." he taunted, then followed his friend out of the choir room.

The hallway was crammed with long-faced Dalton Warblers. They all stared at Sebastian silently.

"Well," Thad seemed to be speaking for the group. "'Bastian, we really aren't comfortable with what's going on here."

"What do you mean, you aren't comfortable?" Sebastian folded his arms.

"You're jeopardizing all of us with your psychopath ways! If Kurt Hummel is ever found, we will allbe held responsible!"

"There is an easy solution." shrugged Sebastian nonchalantly. "Make sure he's never found."

"And then there is our conscience to think about. How many of you feel – well – good about what we're doing to Mr. Hummel?"

Nobody answered him.

"And if he dies, we will all have that at the back of our minds forever. That we never saved him. We killed an innocent boy. One who was our friend, even!"

Thad took a deep breath. "We all discussed this, Sebastian. And we're going to call the police now. This has to stop."

"You're kidding, right?" Sebastian demanded. "Because you'd better be, unless you want to taste my gun."

He flashed the shiny metal from under his blazer.

Thad cast his eyes to the ground. "Sebastian, don't do this. If Kurt knew that you had mercy on him – "

"Mercy is for weak people."

"No, Sebastian. The truth is, you are the weak one." said Thad bravely. "We're going to go call the hospital, because from the sounds of it, Kurt is going to need it. Then we'll need the police to come and take you away."

The bullet narrowly missed Thad's head, whizzing past his cheek and embedding itself in the wall. The second one nicked the side of his head.

"Any more objections?" Sebastian demanded. "You have just wasted two out of three bullets. You guys just suck."

Nobody spoke.

"Good," Sebastian scowled. "Now, just like we rehearsed in practice. When the rescue squad comes, we have to be ready. Places, everyone!"

He led the meek Warblers back into the choir room.

A/N: OMG you guys. We're going to get 100 reviews. OMG.

So I just finished the story. The ending is really happy, and I almost cried when I was writing it :') The reviewer of the chapter is StarkidKlaineTrickster! And everybody else because you are all so amazing!

If we win our championship game in our basketball tournament tomorrow, I'll post another chapter tomorrow out of happiness. If not, the next day. Bye!