A/N: Okay, a lot of talk here. This was a rough chapter to write. It literally took me two days and a crap load of editing. warnings for stressful situations and violence. A little more graphic than usual, but nothing excessively gruesome. There is, however, a section that may be uncomfortable to more sensitive readers. If you don't want to try, then stop reading at the first bolded word (Sebastian) and start again at the next bolded word (Chandler). Otherwise, please bear with me...getting this far in requires that you find out how this all ends.

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"Shit! Shit! Motherfucking shit!" Sebastian exclaimed, pulling the phone away from his ear to look at the screen in disgust.

"Bastian!" Justice yelled. "Bastian, what's wrong?"

"Justice…" Sebastian heard Madeline's worried voice trembling in the background.

"It's my phone battery," Sebastian said. "It's seriously dying."

Sebastian had heard the phone buzzing, alerting him off and on for a while now, but charging his phone battery didn't seem important in light of everything else going on. Looking at the indicator on the screen, this last alert wasn't just a friendly reminder. It was more like a death toll.

"Listen to me, man," Justice said firmly, commanding Sebastian to comply. "Call the police now! Maddy and I will get a new car and be there as soon as possible."

"I will," Sebastian said, but Justice had already hung up.

Sebastian looked back at the house and saw nothing. No movement in the windows, no lights going on or off. Just the dead house with his boyfriend trapped inside.

Sebastian quickly dialed for help. An operator pick up right away.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" a severe sounding woman answered.

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Sebastian knew that the cell phone battery's seconds were numbered at this point, the battery symbol blinking red, and the alerts buzzing within minutes of each other. He tried to ramble off quickly and clearly the information he thought most important for the operator to hear.

"I'm at 254 Courtney Way. It's a yellow town house with a black iron fence around it. A man is threatening to kill my boyfriend…"

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The line went dead. The screen went dark. The call disconnected. The 9-1-1 operator gone.

"Shit!" Sebastian screamed, tossing the phone to the floor. "Worthless fucking piece of cheap…"

He dropped his head to the steering wheel, needing to find his center.

Kurt was his center.

Shit!

He tried to calm down and think.

Sebastian tried to devise a plan. He needed to find a way into the house and do what? Rescue Kurt? Stall for time in the hopes the police might actually come? Sebastian didn't know for sure that the man in the house had a weapon, but he still worked on what he felt was the only plausible theory - that the stalker was a professional hired by Eli to kill Kurt, so he must have a gun or something. But if Eli wanted Kurt dead, why hadn't the man killed him yet?

Sebastian's head ached, spinning in circles with all the possibilities. So many different factors sprouted up from every conceivable angle, and he became overwhelmed.

He took a deep breath and cycled back to the beginning, the only question that mattered right now if he had any hope of helping Kurt.

How could he get into the house?

Sebastian didn't know how the intruder had gotten in. Even without the alarm system activated, they had basically turned the place into a fortress. Sebastian could circle around the house to find the point of entry, but what if the stalker noticed him? What if he shot at him through the window or hurt Kurt in retaliation?

Sebastian beat his head against the steering wheel, frustration and anger welling up uselessly in his chest, his heart racing, unable to settle down. Sebastian sighed, his eyes browsing along the front seat, the foot well, at the digital display on the dash, trying to find an answer. His eyes glanced at the bright glowing numbers, displaying the time. He recited the numbers in his head, clearing his mind, trying to focus his thoughts on the repetition, turning it into a chant, making it into a mantra.

His eyes snapped open wide. A way into the house suddenly occurred to him. As much as it killed him, he would need to park out of sight and wait.

Sebastian forced himself not to take one last look at the house, or he'd never be able to leave.

"I'm sorry, Kurt," he said softly. "I love you. Stay safe for me. I'll come back for you."

Sebastian reluctantly turned on the ignition and drove down the street, praying for strength since everything that gave him strength was trapped in that little yellow house…and he was leaving it behind.

Kurt heard Sebastian's Porsche come to life and take off down the street, his heart growing cold and withering the farther away it sounded, until the purr of the engine disappeared entirely.

His heart disintegrated, leaving a gaping hole in his chest. He had never felt so empty before, so numb. When his mom had died, every inch of him raged with desolation and despair. But now, there was nothing to feel. Every emotion he had, all his passion for life, had just driven away in a seventy-thousand dollar car.

When he spoke to Sebastian, Kurt thought for certain that he would catch on, sure he could tell by the look in Sebastian's eyes that on some level he understood the message.

But he hadn't, and now Sebastian was gone for good.

Kurt might as well let Chandler have him. His life was officially over now anyway.

"Well done," Chandler said, stepping away from the window and peering with pride at Kurt's crestfallen face. "I didn't think you had it in you."

Chandler sauntered back to the sofa, taking the seat beside Kurt. "And talk about that ignoramus you call a boyfriend. He didn't even fight for you." Chandler shook his head in amusement. "He just ran away with his tail between his legs."

Kurt cringed at the closeness. He cringed at the feeling of the man sitting next to him, whose body emitted no comfort, no warmth. Most of all he cringed at Chandler's true and hateful words. Sebastian hadn't fought, didn't argue. He accepted what Kurt said with no objection what-so-ever. He left with barely a word. In the end, it didn't matter, the last few months, none of it.

All of Sebastian's pretty words, all of his promises of love, they were all a lie.

What Kurt said to Sebastian had been purposefully cruel. It needed to be for Sebastian to listen, and for Chandler to believe.

But he didn't think Sebastian would simply cave.

He didn't imagine he would leave without a final 'I love you'.

Now Kurt was back in the nightmare alone.

Chandler watched the hurt and despair play over Kurt's face, melting into a resigned and cold acceptance. He sighed, supremely satisfied with himself.

"Well, now that that's over…"

Chandler put an arm around Kurt's shoulders and pulled him jarringly close, pressing a small kiss to Kurt's cheek. Kurt could vaguely sense that Chandler meant the kiss to be sweet, but Chandler's dry lips scratched his cheek, his bony wrist bit into Kurt's skin, and Kurt jumped, pulling away and vaulting to the opposite end of the vintage sofa.

Chandler's eyes glowed, but with his smile plastered firmly in place, he inched across the sofa to where Kurt huddled against the arm on the opposite end. He grabbed Kurt's wrist, holding it locked in his skeletal hand. He yanked Kurt closer to him, positioning the gun against Kurt's chest.

"You made a promise, Kurt," Chandler sneered between clenched teeth, "not to fight and not to run away as long as I allowed that troglodyte to live." Chandler ran his nose over the column of Kurt's neck as Kurt strained to lean away, feeling to hollow barrel of the gun press over the spot where his heart used to be. "Now, if you don't live up to your end of the bargain, you're going to make me think that you don't really like me."

Kurt swallowed more bile as he tried to think up an appropriate response, realizing with regret that the impulse to vomit was becoming less and less easy to contain.

"I-it's not that…" Kurt stuttered, biting down on his tongue in an effort to control its shaking. "I-it's just that I'm nervous." Chandler moved in closer, rubbing their noses together, the blissful look on his narrow face creepy and unsettling. "I-I'm not really good at this… stuff…"

Chandler's eyes widened.

"Oh, yes you are," he whispered. He let go of Kurt's wrist. Kurt pulled it tight against him protectively, rubbing the sore skin, feeling the slightly raised scar beneath the pad of his thumb, the urge to cry hitting him hard. Chandler ran his fingertips lovingly over Kurt's lips, traveling down his cheek, tracing around each eye.

"I've seen you…" Chandler continued, kissing lightly along Kurt's skin. Kurt wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, block Chandler out, but he couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk Chandler thinking he wasn't listening, but he also couldn't risk abandoning himself to the nightmare. "Right here…on this couch…" Chandler punctuated his words with more kisses along Kurt's jaw. "From that window…"

Chandler gestured to the window beside the door with his gun hand.

"I saw you on this very sofa…spreading your legs like a whore for that man…and the awful things he used to make you do…"

Kurt swallowed hard. He remembered for a moment all of the times Sebastian had gone down on him on that sofa – the smooth slide of Sebastian's lips over his skin, his soft kisses; the way Sebastian touched Kurt intimately, always knowing exactly where and how much. To think of Chandler peeking through the window, watching them, tainted those beautiful memories. Kurt didn't know if he could bring himself to think about them ever again, not with the pain of Sebastian's loss, and the thought of Chandler's horrible, scheming, soulless eyes staring at them.

"But I won't make you do anything like that," Chandler tried to reassure Kurt.

"No?" Kurt asked, trying to sound more conversational than sick.

"Of course not, Kurt," Chandler cooed. "Never. We'll make love for sure…but that's all…"

The trembling started in the empty space that held his heart. His breathing sped furiously, fighting against his ribs to break apart his chest. His hands where he clutched them together near his throat shook, banging against his collarbone. His knees knocked together even though his thighs screamed with his efforts to keep them still.

Chandler's hand rested on Kurt's knee as he peppered Kurt's face with tiny, empty kisses, devoid of heat or emotion. Kurt saw the rest of his life flash before his eyes. A prisoner again, taken, owned, another life gone.

Kurt wondered if he could simply will himself to die.

Another symphony of lilting chimes rang throughout the house.

Kurt felt Chandler suck in his breath. He felt the quivering of Chandler's lips against his skin as he tried to keep the quickly snapping threads of his sanity in check.

"Who is that?" Chandler whispered. Kurt shook his head slightly, trying to remain neutral, but inside his heart leapt, negotiating with any and every all-seeing god that might possibly exist to please let that be Sebastian at the door. Promises were made, a firstborn auctioned off, a soul offered for sale.

"FedEx," a heavily accented voice called through the door. "I have a package for Mr. Kurt Hummel."

Chandler huffed in frustration, looking around for a clock.

"Fuck!" he barked harshly. "I forgot about that." Kurt looked past Chandler to the clock on the wall.

2:03.

The doorbell rang again, more chimes sounded, and Kurt watched Chandler's head spin around like mad, looking for some way to stop the din.

"Go away!" Chandler screeched.

Silence met his increasingly psychotic episode.

"Um…Mr. Hummel?" the voice asked.

"No, this isn't Mr. Hummel." Chandler launched himself off the sofa, marching straight for the door, gun raised.

"Well, I need to deliver these packages to Mr. Hummel."

"Just…just leave them by the door," Chandler barked, his voice getting higher.

"I can't, sir," a tired voice responded. "Mr. Hummel has to sign for them."

Chandler glared at the door, and Kurt was scared that he was contemplating shooting the poor FedEx guy straight through the wooden barrier.

Another idea came to Kurt, growing from an every sprouting garden of tragic endings, but this one might just work.

"Chandler," he whispered. Kurt cringed when Chandler didn't turn to look his way. "Chandler! I need to sign for those packages."

Chandler turned and shot him an incredulous look.

"How much of a fool do you think I am?"

Kurt risked standing, knowing his legs threatened to buckle beneath him, but he had to try and look confident, had to make Chandler trust him.

"Chandler, these FedEx drivers have been bringing me my packages for three years. They all know me." Kurt approached Chandler slowly as he talked, walking carefully on his tiptoes as if he were crossing a bridge that might just collapse any minute. "They know I live with Sebastian. They know I don't allow anyone else in my house..." Kurt paused, ready to dive into the pool with no water.

"They know I was being stalked…"

Kurt stopped for a moment, gauging Chandler's reaction. He showed no feeling, no emotion towards the idea that he had just been called a stalker. Encouraged by Chandler's silence, Kurt continued.

"He heard your voice," Kurt said, pointing at the door. "If you turn him away, he'll know something's up. He'll call the police."

"You know him?" Chandler asked suspiciously.

"Yes," Kurt hissed, almost excitedly, seeing an opportunity in sight.

"Then what's his name?"

Kurt froze for a second. He knew Sebastian had mentioned this man's name. Heck, he'd even introduced himself once or twice. Larry, Lucas, Luther, something starting with 'L'…

"Louis." Kurt tried not to sound like he had just racked every recent memory he had for a name.

Chandler's lips twisted, ready to pounce if Kurt was lying to him.

"Louis?" Chandler called.

"Yes, sir?" the older man's voice answered immediately back.

Chandler stepped away from the door, motioning Kurt over once again.

Kurt was nearing the end of his rope, running out of ideas. Kurt didn't want this innocent man getting hurt, but he still guiltily contemplated pushing him aside and running for his life. In any case, this man was Kurt's last chance. He thought that maybe he could write out a note on the digital signing pad, something that would tell Louis that he was in trouble and to please call for help. Kurt was terrified. He had just gotten his life back, and now Chandler was threatening to take it away again…at gunpoint. Sure Kurt could plow this man over and go running for his life, but what was he really willing to sacrifice in order to save himself?

If he put this man in danger, if he let Louis die for him, there would be nothing left of himself to rescue.

Kurt took another deep, steadying breath and opened the door.

The older man dressed in the familiar FedEx uniform looked Kurt over with barely a flick of his tired eyes. He handed Kurt a stack of envelopes, waiting for Kurt to take them and put them down before handing over the digital pad.

Kurt looked at the grey screen and thought for a moment – what should he write? Keep it short and simple. He knew the screen only had enough room for his name. What message could fit in such a small space? He decided to go with 'Help! Call police! Man with gun!' He would have to write quickly and neatly, and pray it all fit.

Kurt set the stylus down on the screen and started to write, but he saw nothing appear. He lifted the stylus and tried again, putting it down on the screen to write the message, but nothing. In a panic, he scratched the stylus across the screen, but still nothing happened. No words, no scribbling, nothing.

"Oh, sorry," Louis said. The picture of clueless and calm, he took the pad back and looked it over. "This thing's been giving me grief all day long."

"Is there any way you can fix it?" Kurt asked, feeling his urge to flee building, trying to quash it for the sake of the man in front of him.

"No, no, that's alright." Louis took the pad back and pressed some numbers in the key pad. "I'll just code this delivery manually."

Kurt couldn't believe his luck…or lack of it. He could literally laugh out loud at this shit storm that had surrounded him. He was going to die here…in this house. He was so close to being free, and now he had nothing. Actually, that wasn't true. He had a life with Chandler to look forward to - or at least a life of trying to get away from Chandler. What had he done to deserve this, he wondered. He donated to charities, didn't kick children, respected the elderly. What heinous thing had he done to deserve being treated like this?

Not believing in God?

Or maybe falling in love, and fooling himself he was worthy of happiness?

Whatever grievous error he had committed, he had the feeling he would be paying for it for a lifetime before he ever found out what exactly he had done.

Louis raised his eyes to Kurt when he finished punching in the numbers.

"All finished," Louis said, giving Kurt an awkward, one finger wave. "It was good seeing you, Mr. Hummel. Have a nice afternoon."

Kurt could have cried when he saw Louis turn and make his way back down the walk to the little box truck that awaited him at the curb.

Kurt shut the door slowly, not eager to return to the rest of his life.

A sudden crack split the air, and Kurt felt himself fly into the wall, an intense pain blooming from his shoulder as he landed on the floor.

Somewhere behind him, Chandler wailed angrily.

Sebastian had never been a huge fan of waiting for anything, no matter what the reason, but without knowing it, he had waited his entire life to fall in love with a man like Kurt, and he would be damned if he gave him up without a fight. Sebastian geared up for the showdown of his life while he sat in his Porsche parked around the corner from Kurt's little yellow house, gripping the steering wheel hard to keep himself together. But waiting for the right time to enact his plan tortured him. His mind played out all sorts of horrific scenarios – brutal rape and torture Kurt could be enduring while he sat and, for the moment, did nothing.

All the while he berated himself for leaving Kurt, for not staying by his side, for not packing things up with him. He could have stayed. He could have waited. There was no reason for him to leave.

Sebastian struggled to ease his mind, but the more time passed by, the more he hated himself for his stupidity.

Sebastian fidgeted tirelessly in his seat, constantly looking around, jumping at every tiny sound. He couldn't see the house from where the Porsche sat. He couldn't look through the windows. He didn't know if Kurt was still alive or dead.

Sebastian had to trust in his heart that Kurt was okay…not fine, just okay. Kurt was strong. He was a warrior, a survivor. Sebastian would stop at nothing to make sure Kurt was free. He had resolved to two things – either he and Kurt walked away from this hand in hand, or Kurt walked away alone. There were no other options.

'You jump, I jump…right?'

There wasn't anywhere in heaven or on earth that Kurt could go that Sebastian wouldn't find a way to follow.

The familiar sound of a slow moving truck broke him from his thoughts. He never thought he would see the day when he was happy to set eyes on that God awful thing. Right on time the FedEx truck, driven by Louis, arrived at one of the other daily deliveries in the neighborhood – 1975 Elmhurst Ave. Sebastian got out of his car as Louis ran up to the single family dwelling and waited by the truck for Louis, nervous for his return. Sebastian was surprised to see the older man's eyes light up when they fell on him, and any fear that Sebastian had about bad blood between them faded.

Sebastian laid out his plan quickly, and Louis, who had always been fond of Kurt, even before Sebastian entered their lives, eagerly agreed.

Sebastian hid in the cargo area of the truck with the packages as Louis pulled up in front of Kurt's house. Sebastian crept low through the garden and hid around the corner of the house, in a spot where Sebastian imagined neither Kurt nor the stalker would be able to see him unless they physically stepped out and looked around.

Louis proved to be more of a master at acting calm in the face of a crisis than Sebastian would have ever imagined. The man didn't fluster, didn't falter, didn't even seem to break a sweat. Louis used an older digital signing pad with a broken screen, forcing Kurt to try multiple times to sign his name, prolonging this encounter long enough for Louis to try and catch a glimpse of the stalker inside the house. After Louis left, he would call Debbie, who would in turn use her dispatch radio to contact the police.

Sebastian felt his heart hammering against his rib cage. He stood as still as he could, nervous that any small move, any tiny breath would give them away. Sebastian's body constantly tried to betray him. He developed a tickle in his throat that would not be ignored. Then an itch behind his knee plagued him. Sweat rolling down his back agonizingly slowly puddled around the waist of his pants, but he forced himself to focus on Louis, waiting for a signal.

He caught a hint of Kurt's voice, the heart shattering sound of him pleading with Louis to fix the digital pad so that he could sign his name. Sebastian realized that Kurt had a plan of his own, probably to write a note for help on that screen. He almost broke, almost ran forward and grabbed him, but he couldn't, and inside of him a piece of his soul died.

Everything after that exchange played out in slow motion as Louis turned to walk away, signaling Sebastian with a distinctive one-fingered wave. Louis had gotten a glimpse of the hidden stranger in the house…and he had a gun.

Sebastian gulped hard, watching Louis make his way swiftly to the truck, more swiftly than normal if anyone had cared to pay attention. As Kurt started to close the door, Sebastian made his move, running for the wood at full force and praying that he didn't hurt Kurt too badly when he shoved him out of the way.

This part of the plan was less sophisticated than the rest, and exceedingly more fool-hardy for sure, but with no sign of the police running to their rescue, and no idea when Justice might get a new car and make it back, this was all Sebastian had – an act of desperation with the sole goal of getting him inside the house, hopefully taking the stalker by surprise long enough to disarm him.

If nothing else, he'd be with Kurt, no matter what the actual outcome turned out to be.

He threw himself at the door full force, hitting it with his shoulder so hard he thought the wood would crack. He heard Kurt yelp in surprise, and then the sickening sound of his body connecting with the wall.

Sebastian pushed the realization of hurting Kurt aside as much as he could and ran head long into the unknown.

There he was at last, face to face with Kurt's stalker, and the image in front of him gave him a moment's pause. For a split second, Sebastian didn't know whether he was really there, in the house, facing down a phantom menace, or in his car still waiting for Louis, imaging how this all would go down. The man standing in front of him, holding the gun, looked so much like Kurt that Sebastian nearly slid to a halt. But the closer he got, Sebastian could see only a ghoul hiding beneath chestnut colored hair and a finely tailored suit.

Sebastian grabbed for Chandler's wrist, still managing to tackle him to the ground even though he had lost most of his momentum. The gun slid out of Chandler's grasp, skidding across the floor and lodging somewhere beneath the sofa.

Sebastian knew he was yelling, cursing, commanding Kurt to grab the gun, or run, or anything.

Sebastian squeezed Chandler's wrist until he was sure it would break. Chandler wailed in anger, in pain, spitting back as many curses in his high-pitched squeaky voice as Sebastian did.

Sebastian grabbed for Chandler's other arm, but he moved like a snake, slipping out of Sebastian's grasp. Sebastian looked into Chandler's soulless eyes and only saw red, his face shrouded by the haze of rage permeating Sebastian's body. His free fist bunched in the silky fabric of the silver shirt and he shook Chandler like a doll, pounding him mercilessly into the ground.

"You little bitch!" Sebastian screamed. "You Goddamned fucking cowardly son-of-a-bitch!"

Sebastian roared, he spit, his eyes watered, and every muscle in his body shook. He struggled to see past the tears of unbridled hate that tortured his eyes, but he knew Chandler was getting weaker, his blue eyes rolling in his head, a small trickle of blood making its way past his chapped lips.

Sebastian focused his wrath on this non-human being, determined to kill him, to tear him apart with his bare hands. His desire to see this man's blood blinded him to everything else…but it didn't make it deaf to it.

A tiny whisper, the soft sound of a single word broke through the hate…and turned into his undoing.

"Sebastian?"

Kurt's voice - small, broken, horrified and relieved - broke through the veil of Sebastian's outrage.

For a second, he came out of the fog and saw the light.

For a second, his heart became whole again.

It took only a second for Chandler to make his next devastating move.

Kurt hit the wall so hard he swore the universe exploded before his very eyes. Streams of light and pops of color dotted his view, but nothing could shift attention away from his shoulder, which had made contact with his key hook hanging on the wall. It hit a pressure point and effectively paralyzed him. Sounds of fury hit his ears, pounding away along with the pain thrumming inside his head. He heard a wail, and then a voice, two voices cursing, and one…a familiar one…calling his name.

"Kurt! Grab the gun!"

"Kurt! Under the couch! The gun!"

"Kurt, baby! Get out of here! Just…just go!"

Once the sound of Sebastian's voice hit Kurt's ears, his heart beat again. His entire body breathed from every cell.

He turned his head in the direction of Sebastian's voice, blinking away the spots and focusing on the mass in front of him that seemed to be a twisted pile of limbs and a cacophony of punctuated swearing.

Nothing was clear, and the aching in his arm occupied all other thoughts in his head, but the last thing he heard was Sebastian's voice telling him to run, so he tried. He really did try. He scrambled to get to his feet, but putting pressure on his previously sprained ankle caused a new constellation of stars to bloom before him, agony seeping into every pore and sapping his energy.

He sat, helpless, hopeless. He didn't know what to do.

Sebastian.

He needed Sebastian to tell him what to do.

He needed Sebastian's voice guiding him, pulling him back from the pain.

Before he even thought to say it, the word drifted like a prayer from his lips.

"Sebastian?"

Sebastian's head snapped up and turned to look at him. Their eyes locked and everything came back –

'What would we do here, lying together in bed all weekend long?'

'I feel so lucky to call you mine.'

'You are so beautiful. I don't know how many times I have to tell you.'

'It's you and me together…or not at all.'

'You are not weak, Kurt.'

'You're mine, Kurt. I'll never hurt you, never cheat on you, never lie to you. You mean everything to me, Kurt. My perfect, beautiful Kurt.'

'I love you.'

Sebastian hadn't left him. He never left. He was there, and they would be together for the rest of their lives.

Kurt felt it.

Then all at once, something went wrong.

Sebastian's breath caught in his throat. He went rigid, his face twisted, his body convulsed, contorted. He grunted through locked teeth. He dropped to the floor and there was Chandler, struggling to get off the ground, weaving a little on unsteady legs, smirking as he spat blood into Sebastian's face.

Sebastian registered his skin stinging, burning from the point of contact, before he lost complete control. Every muscle went painfully rigid, twitching beyond their ability to even move. The intense sensation of pain consumed him, surpassed any reckoning of pain he had ever experienced. It was immense and blinding, focused every rational thought completely on it, giving him no room to function, no path to find a means of escaping its grasp. He was more than paralyzed, he was neutralized. His body moved on its own without his permission. In those tiny spaces in between when he could comprehend something other than pain, he tried to regain command of his limbs, but it didn't matter.

There was nothing left of his being now except paralysis and pain.

This was what it felt like to be tasered.

It was horrifyingly, morbidly effective, and for a moment, when the agony stopped, Sebastian had to commend himself on the fantastic idea he had.

"Chandler!" Kurt screeched, digging his nails into the floor, trying desperately to drag himself across. "Chandler! No! Stop!"

Sebastian could tell by the desperation in Kurt's voice, breathy and broken, pleading for life and death, that Chandler had tased him more than once. Sebastian couldn't tell how many times, though. He started to drift in and out of consciousness more than once. His limbs ached, heavy and useless sacks of muscle and bone with no purpose. He felt the sickening slump of his heart as it almost stopped. So impotent was every function of his body that his glassy eyes couldn't even blink.

Chandler leaned in close, snarling at Sebastian, lip curled, dead eyes locking onto Sebastian's shocked, trance-like stare.

"I gave you a chance," Chandler whispered, the stagnant stench of stale air around him choking Sebastian as it seeped through his nose and mouth. "I let you go, for Kurt's sake. But you couldn't just go, could you? Couldn't leave and stay away, even for your own good? You had to come back? You had to play around?"

Chandler chuckled grimly at Sebastian's attempt to move, only able to shift his eyes slightly away in search of Kurt, and then back to Chandler's face when he couldn't see the man he loved.

"Well, well, well," Chandler tutted, "you want to play games with me? Let's play some games."