Kurt was ready to get home. It had been a long and weird day. He still couldn't shake the afternoon talk he had with Mr. Lawrence. That guy was extremely off kilter that much was clear. He said he had a son their age and he still spanked him like a child? The kid was way past the age for that kind of punishment. More to the point, he was allowing someone else to do it for him as they spoke. He tried to clear his head of the whole thing, but it was just too strange.

The sun was going down quickly and Kurt wasn't even to the subway yet. Damn that Adam's Apples rehearsal he went to. It ran later than he thought it would when he agreed to stop by. That and he had an uncomfortable discussion with Adam, the leader of the group. He felt like the guy was flirting with him and he was nowhere near ready to even contemplate the thought of dating. Blaine was still missing and Kurt refused to give up on him. In Kurt's mind, he was still taken. That essentially took him out of the dating market.

About a few blocks from the subway, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. It was an uneasy feeling. He'd lived in New York for months now and had often walked the dark streets at night after a late night or extra rehearsals and had done so in complete confidence. There was something off tonight. It was no later than usual, but still he began to quicken his pace, yet the unease didn't falter.

Not too much longer did he start to hear heavy footsteps behind him. It was New York, there were always people around…why did it bother him so much? What had him so on edge? Maybe it was the conversation with Adam? Regardless, he tried to put it out of his mind and keep up his pace; he needed to get home and begin making dinner. It was his turn to make dinner and Rachel had requested some sort of a strange vegan casserole. She was out late rehearsing with Brody for the second time this week. Something about that guy seemed off. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't Finn? Either way, Rachel was planning on having him over for dinner and Kurt just needed to grin and bear it.

Just as Kurt thought he might be in the home stretch, an arm circled around him and pulled him into the alley that he just passed. Before he even had a chance to fight whoever his attacker was, a retched smelling cloth was pressed against his nose and mouth. Spots danced in Kurt's vision and he felt himself falling slowly to the ground just before everything went black.

Kurt woke up feeling like he'd been hit by a freight train. He made to grab for his pillow, but realized he couldn't move his hands. What the hell was going on? He tried to move them again, but felt pain as he applied more strength to do so. His hands were tied behind his back. Why was he tied up in bed? He maneuvered his fingers around and discovered what immobilized him: zip ties. He didn't recall having some sort of kinky night. Shit, how much had he drank?

Once Kurt took a minute to think, he felt movement from underneath him. He could hear a roar of an engine and the sounds of car horns. He was in a car that much was certain. It took a harsh bump in the road and the lack of light to make him realize that he was locked in the trunk of a car not to mention the lack of air flow. How the hell did this happen? That's when it all came back to him. The uneasy feeling walking to the subway, the feeling of being watched. Someone had attacked him from behind and drugged him. Whoever that was had him now.

He tried to steady his panicked breathing. He swallowed hard as to not vomit whatever remained of his lunch over himself. It had been hours since he had had lunch, but he was sure that it could still come up. Kurt had been hungry before he had been taken and now not only was there going to be no dinner, Rachel was going to show up not knowing that he hadn't been home and wouldn't be coming home. It was safe to say that he no longer had an appetite.

Many thoughts plagued Kurt's mind all at once. What did these people want? If they just wanted money they would have mugged him right then and there…it's New York, it happens. If not money, what could it be? He was terrified to find out. Not too much longer did the car come to a halt. He felt his heart begin to race. Now was the moment of truth…finding out who took him and why.

The lid of the trunk was lifted and dim light appeared from the street light silhouetting a dark figure who emerged. He couldn't make out a face, but when he made to open his mouth to shout for help, he realized that he had duct tape plastered against his lips. Great, this kidnapper had thought of everything. He was hoisted roughly out of the trunk and the figure held onto one of his upper arms as he dragged him towards a rather large and expensive looking house. This was definitely a different area of town. One Kurt hadn't been to. His apartment paled in comparison to this rather expensive looking home. It still wasn't the rich side of New York City, but it was more high class than he was accustomed to.

The door was opened and Kurt was thrust inside. He immediately looked around to take in his surroundings. He anticipated some kind of a dark dank dungeon, certainly not something this…normal. If he hadn't just been kidnapped by the owner of this house, he'd think it was a lovely home. It was a nice and spacious with hardwood flooring complete with a spiral staircase leading up to the second floor. There were many bay windows that were barred adorned by thick heavy curtains. Whoever these people were they didn't want anyone seeing in or out.

The living room area was located right off the entrance hall that Kurt stood in. There was a large expensive looking felt covered couch placed right in front of an enormous flat screen TV. The living room came complete with a wide fireplace straight from a Christmas Hallmark card with a mantel that would be perfect for hanging stockings from for Christmas. Overall, the house was beautiful, but it didn't look "lived in" by any means, there were no portraits of family or anything indicative of "homey." The only things were plants or certificates over the mantel of the fireplace. Other than that, plain.

"Welcome home, Kurt."

Kurt felt his heart stop. How did the man know his name, better yet, why did the voice sound so familiar? Kurt turned around slowly to face his kidnapper.

"Mr. Lawrence?" He gasped out in shock forgetting that there was still tape covering his mouth. How was this possible? The guy was a little off that was for sure, but all of this?

"Sorry about all the precautions," Mr. Lawrence responded, gesturing to the tape on Kurt's mouth and the zip ties binding his hands behind him.

"If I had thought you'd come willingly and without any form of trickery, I wouldn't have taken these measures, but unfortunately, my need for you was immediate. I had hoped it wouldn't be necessary, but someone forced my hand, I'm afraid," Mr. Lawrence chuckled at the last part obviously sharing some sort of a private joke with himself.

Kurt stared at Mr. Lawrence wide-eyed. So the guy was crazy. Fantastic. Where the hell did NYADA get this guy?

"Listen Kurt, if you promise not to scream, I'll make you a deal. I've had these windows sound proofed, so there will be no one to hear you anyway but I'd rather not deal with a screaming child right now. If you promise not to scream, I'll remove the tape. Do we have a deal?"

Kurt reluctantly nodded his head taking the deal. It would be nice to get this tape off and actually have a conversation with this psycho to see what he wants. Mr. Lawrence brought him over to the couch and sat him down. He took a seat on the coffee table directly across from him and surprisingly gently removed the tape.

"That's better, isn't it?"

Kurt moved his mouth around a little bit to readjust and nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"I suppose you have many questions—"

"That would be quite the understatement," Kurt interrupted fixing his bitch glare into place.

"I understand," Mr. Lawrence began, taking a breath. "You see, Kurt, I need help in managing my son and I think you're just the person to keep him in line."

Kurt was baffled. He'd been kidnapped…pretty forcefully in all honesty, and for what?

"You kidnapped me to help you scold your son?"

"Well, not exactly," Mr. Lawrence grinned. He stood up and walked over to the mantle over the fireplace and began to fiddle with some of the objects on display. "My son sometimes needs persuasion to take his punishments and do what he needs to do, so that's where you come in."

"I don't understand."

"You're a pretty straight edge sort of a kid and I think my son would benefit with…having a brother to help keep him in line."

Kurt felt a knot in his stomach. "I'm not sure I follow." Kurt really didn't like where this was heading.

"In plain terms, Kurt, you have a new family now."

A new family? Mr. Lawrence kidnapped him to keep him as a "son" or like as a pet? How was he going to get out of this one?

"I don't think so, I'm sorry," Kurt stated very sternly and clearly. In fact, Kurt surprised himself by just how convincingly strong he sounded.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Lawrence answered back with a hint of danger in his tone.

Kurt felt uneasy with Mr. Lawrence's reaction, but stood his ground. "I'm not the one for the job, I can assure you. I uh—thank you for the offer…but no thank you."

Mr. Lawrence stared at him for a moment before erupting in a loud fit of laughter causing Kurt to jump, startled from the dramatic change in emotion.

"I don't really understand how that's funny," Kurt responded, causing the laughter to ease into tiny chuckles.

Mr. Lawrence made his way back to Kurt and fell onto his prior seat on the table top. "You acting as if you have a choice is adorable. I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter. You are my son starting now, so you will now be expected to act as such."

Kurt stared Mr. Lawrence down—he wasn't going to back down from this psychopath. He heard Blaine's voice in his head, "Courage." He felt a pang of sadness thinking of Blaine…but right now, he had to turn that sadness into strength. Blaine taught him to stand up to his attackers, not quietly accept his fate. He wouldn't let his words go to waste when he needed them most. Even though he wasn't here, he felt that if he was strong, Blaine would be there with him in spirit and in his words.

"That's not going to happen. Someone very special to me taught me that I need to stand up to those who bully me and treat me like my choices don't matter. It's my choice and I'm telling you that I'm not doing it."

"That's cute son, very cute," Mr. Lawrence responded shaking his head. "You've got a lot of fight in you, just like my son. I think the two of you are going to get along perfectly."

Kurt felt his blood boil. He didn't like to be taunted and he certainly didn't like being talked down to. "I'm not your son and I never will be. I feel sorry for the one that you do have. I feel sorry that he somehow had to be stuck with you as a father. From that conversation you had on the phone earlier, it sounds like you're abusive for one and you seem unstable at best. It's a miracle you've somehow managed to maintain a job and not had CPS called on you."

Mr. Lawrence's grin had fallen into a look of pure rage. "Don't you dare insult my parenting skills. I love my son. He's what I wanted all my life. I believe in firm discipline to keep him on the right track just as I plan to do with you."

Kurt was pissed, but he couldn't help but feel a little fear at that comment. Mr. Lawrence must have noticed, because underneath the evident anger, he also seemed satisfied to have instilled a touch of unease with Kurt.

"That's right. You'll be held to the same standards as him. I had hoped you could have provided him with an older brother mentor kind of role, which is now off the table. It seems to me that you lack discipline and you too would benefit from a long, hard spanking."

"Don't you dare lay a hand on me," Kurt threatened, inching back into the couch further.

"Or what? You'll call your Blaine to rescue you?" Mr. Lawrence taunted.

Kurt felt his heart break. That was definitely a low blow and Mr. Lawrence knew it. Blaine would save him from this if he was here, wouldn't he? Mr. Lawrence knew what to say to hurt Kurt and take the fight out of him, but he had to not let it affect his resolve. He couldn't let Mr. Lawrence get away with this. Whatever he did, he had to put on a brave face and not go down without a fight.

"It seems you're in a bit of shit out of luck, aren't you, Kurt?" Mr. Lawrence grinned.

Footsteps sounded from the stairs, which caused Kurt's attention to flicker to the potential new threat entering the room. There was another guy descending from the stairs, overweight from the looks of it. He definitely lacked in the looks department whereas Mr. Lawrence had been gifted. Kurt was instantly put off by the weird goatee the man sported and the thick rimmed glasses. He reminded him of an overweight man in his 30's who still lived in his parents basement.

"Lenny, just in time! How's our little brat doing?"

The man, "Lenny" grinned as he spotted Kurt, but also looked a tad on the nervous side.

"He's under control. I've got him tied back up and he is aware that his punishment isn't over. He's still stuck in his own thoughts after our…conversation earlier. He's responsive, but he hasn't fought me yet."

Kurt felt sick. These two men were in this together and they took turns abusing Mr. Lawrence's son? This was a whole other level of wrong. How had they gotten away with this for so long? He took in Lenny's appearance and pictured him as the less harmful of the two, but apparently he wielded some power if he had been granted hitting rights to Mr. Lawrence's son.

If Kurt wasn't able to get out of this situation tonight, he knew what he had to do. He had to find Mr. Lawrence's son and somehow get out of here with him and get him somewhere safe. This was no kind of situation for anyone to be living in. He had thought of trying to make a break for it, but the thought of the boy upstairs tied to his bed with no hope broke his heart. Even though he didn't know the kid, he was going to help him if he could.

"Well, Lenny, I'd like you to meet our new son, Kurt. I'm afraid to report that he's just as resilient as that other son of ours," Mr. Lawrence informed as he got up to stand next to his red haired friend.

Lenny shook his head and let out a deep chuckle. "Well, that won't bode well for ya, I can tell ya that much," Lenny said to Kurt. "I just spanked the living daylights out of our son and that quieted him up, it'll be a shame that the same will have to happen to you."

Kurt moved even further into the couch cushions. "I will not allow you to touch me like that."

"It's cute how he thinks he has a choice, isn't it, Lenny?" Mr. Lawrence inquired, nudging Lenny in his ribcage.

Lenny rubbed at the spot softly and laughed along with Mr. Lawrence. "It really is, John."

"I mean it, you cowards."

That stopped both Lenny and Mr. Lawrence's laughter immediately. Mr. Lawrence stared Kurt down with an evil glint in his eye.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me," Kurt spoke forcefully, not breaking his eye contact with his former substitute.

Silence was prominent in the living room for a couple minutes while Mr. Lawrence appeared to be gathering his thoughts. He took a few deep breaths before he gestured to Lenny without breaking eye contact with Kurt.

"I'm ready to start dishing out some punishment, Lenny. Get our son down here, please."

Lenny did as promised and fled up the stairs as Mr. Lawrence sank to one knee in front of Kurt. "You're going to regret ever calling me a coward, son. I am no coward. If I was, I wouldn't have had it in me to take what's rightfully mine, now would I?"

Kurt kept a firm grip on his resolve to not give in to his fear and maintained a strong gaze on Mr. Lawrence. His eyes told Mr. Lawrence to "do his worst" whilst his brain was telling him to try to run as far as he could. Sadly there was only the one option.

"Nothing and no one is rightfully yours, you know," Kurt responded to Mr. Lawrence's earlier statement.

Mr. Lawrence was beside himself as he listened to Kurt back talk him over and over again. "I beg to differ, Kurt. I found what I wanted ten years ago and I vowed that he would be mine. I got him just as easily as I took you. Only he is and remains my main focus, you're just here to help motivate him."

"So you kidnapped your son, too?" Kurt asked in disbelief. Did this man just collect kids?

"He is mine. I knew that from the first moment I saw him ten years ago. I didn't kidnap him, I just took what's mine, Kurt."

"He has a family out there somewhere! You had no right to do that to some poor family. Your "son" belongs with his family…a family that you've destroyed! How do you even sleep at night?" Kurt snapped at Mr. Lawrence, appalled.

"I sleep at night just fine knowing that my son is with his true family and is safely locked in a room upstairs where he belongs just as you will be as my son's motivational tool."

Kurt scoffed. "What makes you so sure your son is going to find any sort of motivation from me to obey you?"

Just as Kurt uttered his final word, Lenny began to descend the stairs with the boy in question at his side. He kept a firm grip on the boy's upper arm as he pulled him alongside him. Mr. Lawrence stood up and made his way to the doorway and intercepted Lenny. Kurt couldn't see the boy from where he sat, all he could see was a partial profile of the boy from behind Mr. Lawrence and all he could tell was that he was short and had some adorable dark curls.

"So, apparently you had quite the adventure today, didn't you? Running away...really? You knew that would have done you no good, didn't you? Wherever you go, I will always find you. You are mine. I don't care how many times I have to spank your bottom to remind you of that, but you will learn your lesson if it's the last thing I do. What do you have to say for yourself right now?" Mr. Lawrence addressed the boy, sternly.

The boy hung his head and spoke softly. "I'm very sorry for trying to run away, I was being a very bad boy and I deserve to be punished a second time today. I promise I'll never disobey you like that ever again. Punish me however you wish, sir."

Kurt felt his heart break for the boy. He knew the boy had already been spanked once that day and apparently it was for trying to run away. He felt like the boy was beginning to believe the words he was saying. All Kurt knew was that he had to help this boy. If anything, he had to save him because he wasn't able to save Blaine. Wherever Blaine was, Kurt hoped that he wasn't enduring anything like this.

"I intend to, son. Only this time you'll be spanked in front of an audience…as a matter of fact, your new brother."

"My what?" The boy asked softly, confused.

That's when Mr. Lawrence grabbed onto the boy's arm and swung him around to face Kurt on the couch. Mr. Lawrence wrapped his arms around his son, pulling him to his chest and leaned his chin on top of the boy's curls. "Kurt, allow me to introduce my son."

Kurt felt his heart drop. No…it wasn't possible.

"Blaine?"

Holy cliffhanger, Batman! I am so mean Lol. It's good to be back, guys. Sorry for leaving you a little longer than I intended. Things got a little hectic in life as they tend to do, but here is the highly anticipated Chapter 8! So what are our thoughts so far? Anyone feeling like punching Mr. Lawrence in the face? Anyone worried for the next chapter? There's going to be a lot on the horizon now that Kurt's there and both the boys are in trouble. :( Everyone still here and enjoying? I'd love to hear some thoughts, so don't forget to leave those beautiful reviews so I can get chapter 9 up!

Your dastardly twisted author,
Jamie