Eh? Part 2: Chapter 5: Harder to Breathe, a glee fanfic

A/N: The epic song I chose for the ND and the Warblers to sing is called Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5. I changed the lyrics a bit. And I highly reccomend that you go listen to that song now and then that part will make more sense.

"Are you really sure we should confront these Dalton kids without any backup?" Carol asked anxiously as they all filed into Burt's perfectly lubed car.

"I'm really sorry I can't go, Blaine, but your brother needs company today." Mr. Anderson called. "I'm sure it won't be dangerous. Just go check it out over there. Stay safe."

"I don't think we should do this." Finn hesitated outside the door.

"Yes we should." a female voice said confidently.

They all turned around, and there they were. Rachel, Artie, Tina, Mike, Quinn, Puck, Mercedes, Santana, Brittany, Sugar, Sam and Rory were standing on the sidewalk. Several cars rested on the curb.

"What are you guys doing here?" Finn asked slowly.

"Kurt is our sister," Rachel announced. "We're going to go and save him."

"This could be very dangerous." Burt reminded him. "And where's Mr. Schuster?"

"We didn't feel the need to invite him," Puck glared in the school's general direction.

"Blaine?" Burt turned to him for the final conformation.

Blaine nodded. "The more the merrier."

Tina adjusted her lacy blouse.

Puck scratched his nose.

Quinn sighed. "Lets do this."

"Where are they?" Sebastian sighed angrily, pacing the choir room while the Warblers watched him apprehensively. "I thought they'd be here by now!"

A faint movement caught Sebastian's eye. He turned around and saw Thad gently massaging Kurt's chest. He lifted a small bottle of water to Kurt's chapped lips. "Drink it if you can." he whispered.

"Stop that!" Sebastian snapped. "Don't help him!"

Kurt, who was standing against Thad for support, glared. His eyes were hollow and his hands were trussed behind his back. Thad jerked the bottle away with fright.

"Blaine and my parents aren't coming," Kurt said in a low, hoarse voice. "Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?"

Sebastian fingered the gun. "I want to," he shrugged nonchalantly. "But it can wait until they come. I'm going for full-out theatricality here."

"Clearly," Kurt breathed, trying to wiggle his fingers. The ropes had been tied too tightly and his hands were losing circulation.

"How about you shut up and show some respect," bickered Sebastian dangerously.

"Hey, 'Bastian?" Jeff looked out the window anxiously. "A row of cars just arrived."

"A janitor reunion?" Sebastian laughed madly.

Jeff paled. "Um. No. It's the McKinley High Glee club, actually."

Kurt choked, "What?" and his lungs burned. He staggered forward, but Thad's arms held him back.

"Let go," Kurt tried to wrench himself out of the steadying grip, but even the slightest movement sent his body on fire. "Let me go!"

Thad loosened his grip and smiled sympathetically.

"Let go!" Kurt screamed, but could not rip himself away. He flailed weakly and finally gave up, hanging limply against Thad's arms, his head bent. "No," he mumbled, crushed.

Jeff's gaze was still fixed outside the window. "They're all coming in."

Sebastian smiled in anticipation. "Well, go and greet them, everybody!"

Thad let go of Kurt, who buckled over immediately, dropping to his knees. "They're here," Kurt murmured incredulously. He closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath.

Sebastian grabbed a fistful of Kurt's shirt and shoved him to his feet again, ignoring Kurt's exclamations of pain. His arms locked around Kurt's neck from behind and a gag was forced into his mouth. Kurt let him, lacking the energy to fight back.

"We'll wait here." Sebastian grunted. "Do they have any police friends?"

"Doesn't look like it," Jeff sighed.

"Weapons?"

He shook his head.

"Then go!" Sebastian thundered, and the Warblers scurried out of the room.

When their footsteps faded away, Sebastian snickered softly and whispered in Kurt's ear, "Aren't you excited? Aren't you happy that your little friends have come to save the day?"

Kurt shook his head frantically, and Sebastian laughed.

"I sure do miss Trent. Don't you?" He fingered a lock of Kurt's hairs. "Remember how nice he was to you? He didn't want me to do this to you." He sighed heavily. "But it had to be done."

"Why?" Kurt tried to ask, but it came out as a muffled, unintelligible sound. Sebastian understood.

"Because, Kurt, you are not my friend. You're my enemy, and I hate you. You ruined my relationship with Blaine, you let him hurt his eye so that I couldn't damage your clothes, you were so damn arrogant and so dignified. I can't stand you and I want to make you suffer."

Kurt tried to roll his eyes, but his anxiety made it difficult. Sebastian's nails dug into his side, and he yelped quietly, his stomach twisting and turning.

"This place look so ominous." remarked Mercedes as they approached the looming building.

"It used to be my home." replied Blaine grimly. "And now it's a stranger."

Burt looked at Carol, Blaine, and the rest of the New Directions. "Are we seriously going to barge in?"

Finn nodded furiously. "The Warblers are high school singers."

"Who might have kidnapped Kurt," Carol reminded him. "Might have guns, or tear gas or something."

"If the police won't do anything, we just have to do it ourselves." Artie snapped.

"Hey Artie, maybe you shouldn't go in. You're in a wheelchair. If the situation is dangerous, you won't be able to make a speedy getaway." chimed Rachel.

"I'm coming!" Artie snapped defiantly. "I don't care if it' dangerous. Beating us at a singing competition? Okay, that sucks. But abducting one of our members? Crossing. The. Line."

Nobody argued with him.

"So here we go," Burt took a deep breath, and to everybody's surprise, Quinn said a quick prayer.

"Heavenly Father, please protect us from enemies. Help us recover Kurt and get everybody out of this alive. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

"Amen," they all echoed, even the nonreligious ones.

Carol pushed open the door. They were ready.

"Do we really have to do this?" Nick wondered aloud as the Warblers lined the entry hall.

"If Sebastian says we have to go through with it, we have to go through with it." sighed Jeff. "Are the Fight Club members here yet?"

"Right here," a surly voice grumbled from a corner. "We were paid to escort Blaine Anderson and the New Directions to the choir room."

"Exactly," sighed Thad.

"So now we wait?"

"So now we wait."

Blaine's hand was on the door.

"Push it," Finn sighed and put a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "We'll be fine. Kurt might not even be here."

"I'm actually pretty psyched," Sugar shrugged. "This is going to be fun."

"This is not going to be fun," Blaine burst through the door, and the rescue squad followed him down the entry hall.

Blaine rounded the corner and ran into a familiar Fight Club member. "Jacob!" he cried incredulously, but Jacob's hand covered his mouth and pinned his arms behind his back.

Blaine wrenched himself out of the iron grip. "Look out!" he yelled to the New Directions and adults.

"Run!" screamed Artie, rolling towards the door, but it was blocked by more boxers. They were surrounded.

Blaine looked around at his former friends, his eyes narrowed. His friends had turned on him.

"How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step 'cause if I do you'll need a miracle!"

Blaine practically spat on the floor as he sang out his anger. The Warblers harmonized in the background, their frantic "Ba dah's" making Blaine bear his teeth in anger.

"You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here
This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone
Not fit to even tread the ground that I'm walking on,"

The New Directions, the adults, the Warblers, and the Fight Clubbers all joined in.

"When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe!"

Burt had never sang before. In front of people, and certainly not in front of people who obviously kidnapped his son. It felt good to spat angry words and the freaks who had made Kurt's life a living hell. He felt so good that he sang the second verse all by himself.

"What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a panicked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did!"

He felt Carol's trembling hand on his waist and knew that she couldn't believe what was happening. It felt so choreographed to stand in this darkened hallway and have two enemies singing the same song together.

Sebastian and Kurt could hear the song from the choir room. As terrifying as Burt's voice was, Kurt couldn't help giving a faint smile, his lips cracking, as they had not smiled for a long time. Sebastian saw his face twitch under the gag. He sneered and pushed Kurt onto his back again, looming over him. He opened his smirking mouth.

"Does it kill?
Does it burn?
Is it painful to learn?
That it's me that has all the control?"

Kurt looked into Sebastian's eyes, which were glinting malevolently. All he wanted to do was pass out. But he couldn't, not when everybody he loved were just around the corner.

"Does it thrill?
Does it sting?
When you feel what I bring?
And you wish that you had me to hold?"

Sebastian seemed to be demanding an answer.

Kurt shook his head. Hold on! he told himself. Just a few more minutes.

He tried to speak, but the cloth had been tied so tightly around his mouth that he could scarcely whimper.

His ribs burned as though they were on fire.

Is anyone out there? Kurt wanted to plead as Sebastian yanked him upright again. Cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe.

Burt wiped his forehead. Maybe he should do this more often!

These thrilling new ideas were cut short when he felt strong arms pin him to the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Carol, Finn, and the rest of the gang fall to the Dalton Dunces.

The heavy Fight Club members captured Burt, Finn, Mike, and Puck quickly, and the Warblers and scrawnier Fight Clubbers grabbed everyone else. A Warbler pushed Artie out of his wheelchair and sat down in it.

Puck tried to elbow everybody, but failed. He yelled something R-rated.

"Please don't struggle," said the Fight Clubber who was restraining Blaine. "We won't hurt you."

Blaine's eyes were crazed with hatred and betrayal. "You were my friends!" he roared, writhing furiously in the Fight Clubber's arms.

The Fight Clubber, Karl, winced and said softly, "Blaine, I'm really sorry. We aren't going to harm you, I promise!"

"Sure!" Blaine spat. "Then where are you dragging us off to?"

"Kurt." said Jeff. He had Santana in a headlock and seemed to regret choosing to restrain her, as she was repeatedly stabbing his foot with her heeled boots.

That shut Blaine up immediately.

"Yeah, Kurt's here." Jeff said disappointedly. "I feel bad for him, actually."

"Come on, Sebastian's waiting." groaned Karl. "Blaine, if you don't stop trying to punch me, I'll have to strike your face, and I really don't want to have to do that."

They lead the rescue squad to the choir room.

Burt was enraged. They had walked into a trap! He was being kidnapped by high schoolers! He struggled against his captor, a huge boxer. His baseball cap fell to the floor as he was pushed down the corridor.

"Aren't you excited, Kurt? They're coming!" Sebastian pulled Kurt to his knees again as the scuffling approached them. Kurt's eyes widened as all who were important to him were herded through the door.

A/N: Yay for suckish chapter where everything happens too slowly! Unfortunately, we lost our basketball tournament. But it was okay, mostly because we got pretty cool trophies.

Imma update in two days...again. Also, YAY! WE GOT OVER 100 REVIEWS! You guys are AMAZING!

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