A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews and alerts. And someone asked the age of the bodyguards, so they're around 25. Enjoy!
Summary: Burt Hummel is one of the most feared mob bosses, and in order to get to him his enemies are going after his twin sons but Burt will be damned before that happens, so he sends them to Dalton. Will it be enough?
Rating: T
Disclaimer: don't own glee or song
"The Hummel Clan"
Misery
(Blaine POV)
You know what they say about not knowing what you had until you lose it? Well I can say that whoever says that is a complete and utter moron, I knew what I had, I treasured Kurt with all my might every single second; and now…. now I wake up every morning hoping it was all a nightmare but the second I leave my room and see every single one of my classmates so sad I know it wasn't I know that for the last three weeks my boyfriend has been in the hands of those bastards enduring God knows what.
"Morning" I say as I sit down for lunch.
A chorus of 'hey' and 'morning' answer me. None of them ask the stupid question of how I'm doing because everyone knows that I'm dying inside.
"Anyone seen Gabe today?" I ask, trying to break the awkward silence.
"Sam said he wasn't feeling well but he wouldn't miss Warbler practice" offers Wes.
"Today makes three weeks" I murmur and all of them freeze and look at me sadly.
"We know" says Nick and we all remain silent.
"Do you think he's still alive?" I ask them and brush away the tear that falls down my cheek.
"Blaine!" Jeff chastises but none of them really answer me.
"I just…."
"We know Blaine but you can't think like that, you can't lose hope not now, whatever happens will happen and we can't do anything but wait to see the outcome but until then hold onto hope" says Wes and leads me to our next class.
I take a deep breath to steady myself, put on a huge smile and throw the doors open, startling the rest of the warblers.
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
So scared of breaking it that you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters I will never send
Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up, I'd rather let them be
So let me be, and I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
'God I hope this performance makes them believe I'm dealing with this better' I think and start dancing with rest of them
You say your faith is shaken, and you may be mistaken
You keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused, so far away from you
I'm getting there, I don't care where I have to roam
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah?
Why won't you answer me, answer me yeah?
Why do you do what you do to me yeah?
Why won't you answer me, answer me yeah?
I am in misery
And there ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
And now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
We finish the song panting lightly panting from all the dancing and singing, all of them wearing a goofy smile on their face and I sigh in relief thinking that they had been convinced but I was sadly mistaken.
"Great number" says Gabe from behind me and I whip around to face him, my fake smile plastered on my face.
"Thanks" I say, trying to sound excited.
"Nice try but it isn't working" he says simply and I look around to see the rest of the guys nodding.
"What do you mean?" I ask, my smile dropping a little.
"Oh stop with the sickly smile Blaine, it makes you look crazy" Nick snaps and the smile immediately dies.
"Seriously though, if you were trying to convince us you were fine you should have picked a song called 'Misery'" says Jeff.
"Or that mentions being in misery and wanting to get someone back" Wes smiles lightly.
"It kind of defeats the purpose" says David smirking.
Gabe walks towards me and smiles sadly, fresh tears appearing in both our eyes "I ….. I know my bro-brother better than anything and I know that K-K-' he takes a shaky breath and wipes away some tears-'I know that Kurt is hanging on, he's fighting Blaine, he's fighting those bastards so he can either escape or be rescued and come back to us, come back to you; so do the same, fight for him don't let sadness and desperation win, be strong so that when Kurt comes back you can help him put himself together again" he says and walks away trying to contain his sobs.
"This warbler meeting is now in session" yells Wes and bangs his gable. "Is everyone here?" he asks and looks around.
"No, Gabe's missing" says Jeff and we all panic a little bit and are about to run out the door and look for him when his bodyguards open the door and he walks in after them.
"What?" he asks as soon as he sees our worried faces.
"Where the hell were you?" I demand.
"Getting an apple juice'- he holds up the juice-' why?"
"They were probably worried you had been taken" says Sam as he leads Gabe to an empty seat.
"But that couldn't have happened since the building is surrounded 24/7, no one can get in or out without us knowing" continues Nate and stands behind the sofa Gabe is sitting on.
"Not to mention the tracking device Gabe has on at all times and the dogs near the woods" Cam finishes.
We all look at them incredulously and swallow nervously "Seriously?" I croak.
"Of course. What? Didn't know we were informed the moment you sneaked out to meet your girlfriends near the gate in the woods?" laughs Peter at their pale faces.
"Don't worry we didn't snitch" says Cam and they all relax.
"Aaanyway, what were you doing before freaking out?" asks Gabe and we all groan.
"We were about to start the boring two hours meeting of official warbler business" Nick says and we all groan again.
"Then by all means continue with your boring meeting" says Gabe and opens his apple juice.
"As I was about to say before we noticed one of our warblers missing, we need to think about adding more practice hours if we want to have a chance of winning next competition" says Wes and we're about to argue when 'Bad Romance' begins to play and we all turn to Gabe when he droops his juice and his eyes go wide.
"What is it?" I ask worriedly when Gabe's hands begin to tremble as he starts taking his phone out of his bag.
"I- it's K-k-kurt's ringtone" he says and we all freeze.
"Answer it" we all yell and stand up and rush to his side, forming a circle around him. Nate runs out of the room but we all ignore him, more focused and worried about the phone in Gabe's hands.
Gabe accepts the call and puts it on speaker "Hello?" he says shakily and we all hold our breath.
"Gabe" a hoarse voice replies and we all gasp and cover our mouths to keep from making a sound so we can hear him.
"Kurt?" I ask tentatively.
We hear a throat being cleared before a small voice says "God it's great to hear your voice"
"Kurt, where the hell are you?" Gabe demands and we all wait for an answer.
"Shit" he says and we hear as his breathing becomes labored when he begins to run at full speed, screams and gunshots can be heard a far away.
"Kurt! Come on, answer me" I say and we all hold our breaths.
"Ghhhh" a groan of utter pain is all that answers us.
"Kurt, did you get hit?" asks Gabe anxiously.
"No" he gasps "But the torture left souvenirs" we hear a muffled scream and know he must have been biting something to keep from screaming out loud.
"Do you have any idea where you are?" I desperately ask
"No, I'm inside the woods, where exactly I have no idea?" he grunts in pain and drops his phone, I'm about to ask what happened when guns begin to go off, shot after shot is fired, clips are dropped and reloaded before only a buzzing is heard from the speaker.
"K-kurt?" I call out. Silence.
"Come on, Kurt" Gabe says. Silence.
"Kurt!" I yell and coughs and spluttering answers my call. "Babe, what's wrong?"
"It hurts" he moans.
"You have to keep moving Kurt, you have to find help, they messed with your phone and we can't track it; so you have to find help we can't help you" cries Gabe.
"O-o-okay" he whispers and sticks breaking and feet dragging can be heard "Gabe, do you remember when mom died?" he asks.
"Yes, I remember" he answers, and I begin to worry when tears begin to run freely down his face.
"Do you remember how you kept asking why she didn't fight harder, why she couldn't hold on a little longer until the ambulance got there?" he whispers weakly and he grunts as he falls to the floor.
"No, get up! You have to keep going'- he cries hysterically-'get up, you can't give up, you have to get up"
"Do you remember?" he whispers again.
"Yes'- Gabe sobs-'yes, I remember"
"I couldn't answer you back then but now I can, it hurts so much Gabe, every breath hurts, every movement, everything hurts and I just want it to end, I just want it to be over and trust me when I say that I'm glad she let go when the pain became too much" he says weakly, his breathing labored and wheezing.
"Please Kurt, please babe, please, please, get up" I beg when Gabe begins to sob and gives up on asking Kurt to hold on.
"Blaine" he chuckles lightly "You have no idea how much I would like to do that but I can't anymore, I can't even feel my feet anymore, the blood loss is making sure I stay put, I love you Blaine, never forget that"
"No! don't you dare give up" I cry.
"I'll hold on as much as I can and try to move but for now goodbye will have to do because the battery is about to die" he wheezes "I love you Blaine, I love you little brother, take care"
"Kurt!" I scream.
The line goes dead.