A/N: WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND TORTURE IF THAT'S TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE…WELL SKIP DOWN UNTIL YOU SEE DOTS. THIS IS NOT ONE OF THOSE CHAPTERS WHERE A RAINBOW-FARTING UNICORN MAGICALLY APPEARS WITH CAKE AND ICE CREAM TO CELEBRATE A HAPPY ENDING TO THIS CHAPTER. I KNOW, SAD DAY, RIGHT? BUT STILL I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER. ALSO, SORRY IF YOU HATE IT WHEN MY A/N'S ARE IN ALL CAPS, YOU JUST HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT.

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Sam is lying in a bed draped in soft white linens. Blaine's warm body curls into him and he smiles. This is how when he thinks he loves Blaine the most. Not because he's sleeping, but because it's one of the few times Blaine is without hair gel. He runs his fingers through the dark curls and smiles. The room is white and practically glowing.

Blaine opens his eyes and smiles before pressing his lips to Sam's. "I'm so glad you're ok. When that guy took you I was so scared I'd never see you again."

Shushing his boyfriend, Sam pulls him close. "Me too. But, thinking about you is what got me through it."

The room begins to darken suddenly and Sam begins to find it harder to breathe. It is as if the very air around them has thickened and the lights are slowly dimming. Blaine is sucked out of the bed by some unseen force and Sam tries to cry out for him. As he opens his mouth the room is flooded with tumultuous waves that come crashing down upon him, taking every bit of oxygen he had left in his lungs. He tries to swim but his feet and hands have become bound as he feels himself being pulled further down. The water is cold and his chest is tightening more and more. He gasps and water fills his lungs.

Then just as quickly as it had come the water is gone and Sam feels something striking his face hard. His eyes burst open. He continues to gasp for air as he feels two wet clothes covering his face, which has been tilted back. Water is poured onto the rags and he again feels like he is drowning. The rags are removed and he tries to focus on the sight before him.

Chandler is standing in front of him wear latex gloves, scrubs, a hair net, and medical booties that cover his shoes. Obviously he's trying not to leave any evidence when he finally takes Sam's life. Sam's body is exhausted and he's lost all sense of time. It's dark outside, so the he knows it hasn't been a whole day since he's been taken. Or has it? He glances around for a clock or something that will tell him what day or time it is, but there is nothing but bare, stone walls, save for the one mirror that has been blocked out.

Chandler walks behind Sam and the sound of tools banging against metal echoes through the room. He appears again, this time holding an Exacto knife.

Chandler's cold eyes lock with Sam's. He shows the small blade to Sam and a vile smirk crosses his lips, "Good, you're awake, now the fun can begin."

He takes the knife and cuts the side of Sam's shoulder and the taller boy screams. This only makes Chandler laugh. "You can scream all you want. We're in the basement of a farm, twenty miles from Lima. No one will hear you scream." He looks up at the ceiling, "Well, my parents' might, but they're both buried out behind the old oak tree in the back yard," he turns back to Sam," so I guess that just leaves you and me."

Sam's eyes widen and he cries out again as Chandler begins to cut him again. "Shallow cuts are the way to go, you know? It keeps you from passing out so I can get all the info I need from you…you know before I dispose of you."

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Rachel sits in her hospital bed waiting for the doctor to come in. Her mind has been riddle with worry for Sam for the past several hours. Focusing on her friend's disappearance is all that is keeping her from breaking down. When the ambulance had arrived, Rachel was out of her mind with fear. She kept asking them to check on the baby first. She could feel blood running down her legs and she screamed out. Finn had arrived right when they began to do an ultrasound but the doctors found nothing and after a proper examination they found that the car accident had caused her to miscarry.

She turns her gaze to the door when she hears a knock. Standing in the doorway is Finn, his eyes red and puffy. His whole body shows nothing but worry and pain. He walks over to Rachel and hugs her. Finally she lets down her walls and begins to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Finn! I'm so sorry!" She sobs into her boyfriend's chest.

He holds her tightly and shushes her, "This wasn't your fault. I'm just glad I still have you." He kisses the top of her head softly.

She pulls back, "I…I was about to tell Sam…I was going to … I couldn't go through with it, Finn!" Her mind flashes to the moment just before the crash. All day she had thought about all of the what ifs that could happen if she chose to have the baby.

She imaged its tiny hands and feet. Who he or she might more closely resemble. She wondered if they would have her voice and Finn's eyes. His sweet, bashful yet confident persona, or her driven, high maintenance character. She didn't know if she would keep the baby or not, but in that moment she knew that she was making a mistake by ending the pregnancy

Finn cries even harder, realizing she had changed her mind. He looks into her eyes, catches his breath and wipes his eyes before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black velvet box. He gets down on one knee, but just as he's about to open the lid and as that four word sentence, she grab his hand and the box snaps shut.

She looks at him with pleading eyes, "Not like this. I don't want that moment to be tainted by all of this sadness, and I want to be able to tell all of our friends when it happens. And we're missing one of them."

Finn is hurt, but he understands. There is a knock at the door and they both turn to see the doctor walk in.

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Will is driving around town with Emma in the passenger seat. The police had issued an Amber Alert and people were made aware of the missing seventeen year old. He sees a blonde young man about Sam's size and build and stops the car. He runs over to him, yelling out Sam's name, but the boy keeps walking. Will grabs his shoulder and turns him. His heart drops when he sees that it isn't his son.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were my son." He says before turning and walking back to the car.

Once he sits back in the driver's seat he pounds his fists against the steering wheel. Tear flood down his face. Emma grabs his wrists and turns him towards her. Her pleading eyes meet his, which are filled with fear and sorrow.

"Emma…" Will whimpers.

She pulls him in, holding him tightly. "We'll find him, Will."

He pulls back and looks into the emerald pools of her eyes. "What if he's hurt? What if he hit his head and he's lost his memory? Or if he's lying somewhere unconscious? Or what if he was taken? Or what if he's…"

He presses her finger to Will's lips, shushing him. "You can't think like that. Sam's going to be fine. We will find him; the entire state is looking for him. He won't stay missing for long, Will."

He wipes his eyes with the cuff of his sleeve, starts the car. "Thank you, Emma. I don't know what I would do without you."

She smiles at him, "I love you, Will. I promise you we'll find him."

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Two weeks have passed and Sam's disappearance has made national news. Blaine has been skipping out on the majority of his classes. Tina, Mike and the others have been helping him keep up with his studies. He spends his days sitting under the tree outside of the school. It was his and Sam's spot. This was where Sam had always found him when he was hurting and sad. He kept hoping that Sam, wherever he might be, would feel his anguish and come running. But, he never came.

He jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder and he prays for its owner to be Sam. His heart drops when he turns and sees Sebastian standing there. The other former Warbler takes a seat next to Blaine. "I know I'm not exactly your favorite person, but I thought you could use some company."

Blaine huffs, "That's Sam's spot."

Sebastian, ever the smug teenager, merely shrugs and says, "Well, then I'll just keep it warm until he gets here."

Blaine scoffs, knowing if he gets up, Sebastian will only follow him. "What do you want Sebastian? Why are you even here?" He asks through gritted teeth.

"Well, I got expelled, and Sam, despite my hurting the person he loves, forgave me and kept on being my friend, so I'm doing what I think he would want me to do, and make sure you're alright. Plus it honestly hurts me to see you like this." Sebastian looks at Blaine, who refuses to look at him. "Look I heard about your fight with Sam."

Blaine turns and his face is contorted with anger. "It's only because your boyfriend can't keep his hands to himself." Blaine says with a venomous snap.

Sebastian sighs, "Get over yourself. Noah doesn't want Sam. Hell, if anyone was going to try to steel him from you it would've been me, but I'm over him, and Noah might have been in love with Kurt, but in the end gayface chose you over him."

Blaine's eyes widen, "W..What?!"

"The night before Kurt died, he called Noah, they met up and he dumped him. Said he was going to tell you everything because he wanted to make things work with you," Sebastian shakes his head. "You know, Blaine, when I got to Dalton the Warblers talked about how honorable you were and kind and forgiving, I guess they were wrong."

With that Sebastian gets up and walks towards the school.

Blaine calls out to him. "Why are you going in the school?"

Sebastian is flabbergasted by Blaine's question. He rolls his eyes, "If you'd get up off your ass and go to class some time, like Sam would want you to do. Then you might have noticed that as punishment, my parents are making me spend my next two years of school hear."

The taller brunette sighs and reclaims his spot next to Blaine under the tree. "Look, I know you don't want me here, or Noah for that matter," he can see the conflicting emotions behind the darker haired boy's eyes, "and I'm sorry about Sam."

Sebastian hangs his head and reluctantly looks back at Blaine, "I miss him too, you know."

Blaine nods.

"He was the first guy that made me see something more than just the physical part of a relationship. After … After he tried to kill himself it was like this immense shock went through me. It was like this giant wake up call for me to stop being a dick, and be a better person. I thought I had developed feelings for him, and sometimes I wonder if I actually had, but I think it was more of wanting to just be friends with him, the kind of friend that becomes family, but then I hurt you and ruined everything. That's when I really started messing around with Noah." He stares out into the distance.

He thinks back to how he'd blackmailed Noah and he tells Blaine everything about the beginnings of his relationship with the Lima bad boy. "Then he came over, we had sex, and unlike the other times … he fell asleep and seeing him there made me want to keep him safe from losing everything that mattered to him, like I had. So, I held him and slept next to him. When I woke up I felt like nothing in the world was evil or good, it was just quiet and still, and I could feel his heart beating against mine and I knew I was in love. If he disappeared, I'd be right here where you are…well not here. I'd be sitting on the couch in the Lima Bean. That's mine and Noah's spot."

Blaine nods and a tear falls from his eye, "I'm scared something really bad has happened to him."

Sebastian holds his hand, "I know. Me too."

"I don't know if I can forgive myself for what I said to him." Blaine says thinking of the last time he saw Sam and how upset and angry he was. In less time it took to exhale he had more or less ended their relationship.

Sebastian puts an arm around the other boy and lets him have his moment of self pity. Then after a few minutes pass Blaine's phone buzzes in his pocket.

CHANDLER: HEY I HEARD ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FRIEND. I'M SO SORRY. IF YOU NEED ANYTHING I'M HERE FOR YOU. 3

Sebastian reads the text over Blaine's shoulder and gags, "Who's the loser trying to get with you while Sam is missing?!"

Blaine shakes his head, "He's not trying to get with me. He's just a guy I met at the music shop downtown and he's gay and he doesn't really have any gay friends."

Seb rolls his eyes, "Dude, seriously, if he just wanted to be friends he wouldn't have added that ridiculously stupid heart emoticon at the end of his text." He crosses his arms and gives Blaine a frustrated look.

Blaine just sighs, "He's being nice, and Sam would want me to be this kid's friend."

He composes a text.

BLAINE: THANKS. I APPRECIATE THAT. HOW ABOUT WE MEET FOR COFFEE LATER? I COULD USE AN OUTSIDE PARTY TO TALK TO.

Chandler's reply comes faster than he had expected.

CHANDLER: HOW'S FOUR THIRTY? LIMA BEAN?

Blaine sends his reply, despite Sebastian protesting in his ear.

BLAINE: SOUNDS PERFECT. SEE YOU THEN AND THERE.

He sends the text, gets to his feet and decides to go back into the school, if only to get Sebastian to shut up.

…..

Chandler laughs when after reading the texts to Sam. "You see, it won't be long before he's all mine and you'll be nothing more than a fade memory."

Sam hangs his head. He is emotionally and physically exhausted. His body is covered in small, shallow cuts, no bigger than paper cut. The floor under his chair looks like a Rorschach inkblot test done in crimson.

Chandler stops laughing when he hears a hoarse whisper come from Sam's lips. He turns and asks, "What did you just say?"

Sam lifts his head to repeat himself. "He'll never love you." Blood trickles down the side of Sam's mouth and a smirk forms, "You can torture me all you like, but Blaine will never be able to love you."

Chandler turns and grabs the exacto knife from a nearby table and stabs it into Sam's thigh. The battered blonde cries out in pain, but he will never let Chandler win this game. His mind, through all of the pain comes up with a plan. It is simple, but if it works he'll never have to worry about seeing this four-eyed monster ever again. He would get himself free and then he would kill Chandler.

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A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the longer wait for this one. I was catching up on reading some of my favorite fics and working on another story I've been writing for nearly a year now. But I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's getting really dark and pretty disturbing, but I wanted to try something different and this story ended up fitting the scenario I had planned out. I'm thinking anywhere between two to four more chapters before this arc ends, possibly more. It all just depends on how well you guys respond and how inspired I am by this.

Also thank you all who have reviewed and for your kind thoughts and messages. They mean so much to me and I really appreciate it. Thank you all.