A/N Okay, I 'think' we're down to the last two chapters on this story, this one and one more. This has now become my most reviewed story, and I thank you all for that! If you haven't read any of my other stories, please, check them out in my Bio!

Okay, so, someone figures out that there is something screwy going on at Dalton! Will they be able to save our boys, or will they fall victim to the Master?

Reviews are always welcome!

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Breakthrough

Most people tended to dismiss Brittany's ramblings as nothing more than vapid prattle, but not Santana Lopez. She knew most people just didn't understand the blonde girl, but they had known each other since preschool. Santana understood Britt Speak in a way no one else ever could.

So when the airy headed girl said something when they got home from the competition that evening about Kurt having an owie behind his ear that was making him act weird, the Latina paid attention. She had pulled the blue eyed girl aside and asked her about it.

"I saw it when we were all standing there talking to him, before that Asian boy pulled Kurt away. There was a tiny patch of hair missing, and I thought Kurt would be so mad if he realized his hair was messed up. It was just a little red mark, but it wasn't there before he went to that dolphin school. It looked like there was something under the skin there, too."

"You said it was making him act weird, though." Santana prompted.

The blonde girl nodded. "It was making weird noises, like really high pitched, higher even than Kurt can sing. And he seemed so sad. I don't think he liked the high pitch sounds. And his eyes looked weird, too."

Santana had noticed the eyes as well. There just seemed to be something odd about them. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but Kurt's had appeared blank. If she didn't know how much Kurt detested anything that might ruin his skin and make him look bad, she would have thought he had been on some kind of drug.

Her Mexican psychic third eye was beginning to tingle. Something was definitely not right. She decided she would go up to Dalton first thing Sunday morning and visit Kurt.

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Blaine lay curled up in the fetal position, silently weeping into his pillow. His head throbbed in agony, his eyes felt like shards of glass were grinding into them. He had been forced to watch the conditioning video with it's subliminal images for hours on end. He hadn't been able to close his eyes at all due to the drops they had put in them, and his head had been strapped in place, so he couldn't even turn away. Every time he had flinched and tried to look away, pain would lance through his skull.

They had released him only about half an hour ago, and he had been in too much pain to do anything but lay there in his bed. He heard Kurt come in, but couldn't open his eyes to look at the other boy. He heard the sink turn on in the bathroom, and the medicine cabinet open. A moment later he felt a cool washcloth on his face.

"Can you sit up?" The pale boy asked softly. Blaine whimpered in reply, but moved when the other boy helped him sit up. The auburn haired boy helped him take the migraine pills, holding the glass and cradling the back of his head. He was laid back down gently, and then the washcloth was placed over his eyes, bringing a measure of relief. He felt the bed shift as the taller boy moved around to the other side and slipped in behind him, spooning him.

Kurt hummed to him softly, a soothing tune, as gentle hands massaged his neck and shoulders, easing his tense muscles. "I'm sorry. I had to obey," he spoke so quietly, Blaine could barely hear him. "They thought you might try something, and ordered me to distract you and stop you from leaving. I tried to resist, please know I didn't want to betray you."

Blaine sighed softly. He didn't blame Kurt, it wasn't his fault. He leaned back against the older boy, trying to convey to him that he understood. They were both trapped in this mess. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Santana arrived at Dalton at around ten on Sunday morning, and walked through the doors with a determined stride. She barely paused at the receptionist's desk as the woman spoke. "Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Kurt Hummel," Santana said, continuing down the hall.

The receptionist had jumped to her feet. "Young lady, you can't just barge in here like that. If you'll come back here I will call Mr. Hummel and see if he wishes to see you."

Santana glared at her, but didn't stop. "You go ahead and do that, Suzy Sunshine, but whether he wants to see me or not, I'm going to find him. I don't know what is going on in this freak school, but I'm not leaving until I know Kurt is okay, capice?"

A tall boy suddenly stepped out of a doorway in front of her. He smiled, but she didn't think it was very friendly. "I can take you to Kurt."

She sized him up. "Fine, Meerkat, lead the way."

The boy's grin was amused, as he lead her up a flight of stairs. "You're Santana Lopez, aren't you? I recognize you from the competition yesterday. Congratulations on the tie, by the way."

"Whatever. Kurt better be fine, or there will be hell to pay. Two words; razor blades. Hundreds of them, all up in my hair." They went up another flight of stairs and down a long hallway. They stopped in front of room 412. The taller boy was about to knock, but Santana stopped him. "I got this, you can get lost now."

The boy shrugged, grinning, and backed down the hall. Santana watched him go, then knocked on the door. At first there was no sound from inside the room, but after a moment she heard footsteps. Kurt opened the door a crack, and blinked at her in confusion.

"Santana? What are you doing here?"

"I came to check up on you," She said, pushing through the door and past him. She saw the other boy sleeping on one of the beds. "What's his problem, you keep him up all night doing the deed? Wanky!"

Kurt glanced up and down the hall before closing the door. "He's sick, so keep your voice down so you don't wake him!"

The Latina shrugged and turned back to him. "Okay, Lady Hummel, what's going on with you?"

Someone less observant might not have noticed the flinch before the pale boy turned away, but Santana had always been very observant. "I don't know what you are talking about."

She moved closer as he sat down on the unoccupied bed "Cut the crap, I know what a drug induced stare looks like. Have you been popping pills here?"

"Of course not!" His Bitch face almost had her convinced, except he had flinched again.

She shrugged as if she were giving up, and started to turn away. Suddenly she spun back around and knocked Kurt over, grabbing his arm and flipping him onto his stomach before he even realized what was happening. She then grabbed his hair and turned his head so she could examine the spot behind his left ear.

"Holy crap!" She said, finding the incision scar, and seeing the strange lump under it. She released him and stepped back. "What is this, some kind of Stepford operation here? Is someone controlling you, Kurt?"

"Yes, we are." The voice was electronically modified, and came from directly behind her. She spun around and saw the tall figure in a black robe, face obscured by the hood. She made a lunge for the man, But he sprayed something in her face. At first she thought it was mace or pepper spray, but then her thoughts began to fog over, and her motions lost coordination. "Relax, Miss Lopez. Soon you will be happy to obey as well."

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Kurt watched the Overseer lift the unconscious form of his friend up and carry her out of the room. He was paralyzed, both by fear, and the neuro-stimulator. He wanted to protect the feisty girl, and felt guilty that she had been caught up in this situation. The paralysis faded and he clenched his fists.

He heard Blaine whimper behind him, and went over to the younger boy. He ran his hand through those silky curls. Blaine had managed to fight the conditioning. Maybe Kurt could, if he avoided being drugged long enough. He had to. There was too much at stake now.

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Before she lost consciousness, Santana had one last thought. Thank God she had installed that new app on her phone.