Blaine and Chandler are across from each other at the Lima Bean, sipping on their coffee, during their much needed break from handing out and posting missing person flyers. They had spent every afternoon that week spreading the word about Sam's disappearance.
All was going as Chandler had wanted it to. He had called Blaine up and offered his help in order to get closer to the other young man. He watched and studied every single move Blaine made, every word he spoke, and every breath he drew was carefully noted within the confines of Chandler's mind. The more time he spent helping Blaine search for Sam the more information he got on the dark haired boy.
Blaine puts his coffee down for a moment, looks Chandler in the eyes and says, "Hey, thank you so much for helping with all of this."
Chandler smirks, when he sees a partial smile come across Blaine's face. "No thanks, needed. That's what friends are for." He raises his shoulder and pretends to shiver.
"You…okay?" Blaine asks hesitantly.
The short blonde nods, "Yeah, just had a chill run down my spine. I … I got to thinking how lucky a guy Sam is. I mean, here you are spending every free moment you have devoted to finding him."
Blaine's brow furrows and he takes a quick sip of his drink. He puts it down and says, "Uh, thanks."
Chandler stammers, worried he's messed up and tries to backpedal. "What…what I mean is, that if I went missing, I'd like to think that the person or people I loved most were out there looking for me."
Blaine scoots up in his chair, "Why wouldn't they be?"
"Because they're dead," Chandler says looking up at Blaine. His eyes are dark and empty, leaving Blaine feeling cold and alone.
…
Finn and Rachel are out with Puck and Sebastian looking through the shelters or places that could possibly be where Sam would go. As they were leaving the eighth and final shelter in Lima, the four of them got in Sebastian's SUV and drove over to the lake. Rachel had remembered that Sam had taken Mercedes there just before they broke up.
They arrive in after about twenty minutes of driving, and climb out. Rachel clings to Finn's arm as they head off in a different direction than Sebastian and Puck.
They reach a small group of picnic tables and Finn gestures for Rachel to sit and he takes the seat next to her.
She looks into his eyes. Neither has slept much over the past few weeks. The loss of their child and Sam going missing, has had them both losing countless hours of rest. Finn breathes a heavy sigh and says, "I miss him, Rachel. I lost Kurt, and Sam's the closest thing I have to a brother anymore. We lost the baby, plus all of the other bad things that have happened this year." He looks over and they lock eyes, "I can't even imagine how things could get any worse than they are now."
Just then both of their phones buzz.
ARTIE: RORY GOT DENIED TO HAVE HIS STUDENT VISA EXTENDED. HE'S GETTING DEPORTED AT THE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!
Finn's jaw drops, "Well, I guess I spoke too soon."
He and Rachel look at each other and erupt with laughter. They decide to chalk it up to them having a moment of insanity, but it is a moment that both have needed.
Rachel calms her laughing, "We are horrible people!"
Finn nods and snorts, before saying, "The worst! ...We have got to be the worst possible friends anyone could have right now."
Then the seriousness settles in. Their laughter transitions into tears. Finn takes Rachel into his arms, holding her tightly. "It's gonna be alright, Rach. We're gonna find Sam, and then you and I are going to celebrate all of the good things that we still have."
"I miss him, Finn. He's my best friend, and it's my fault that he got into that accident. It's my fault that he's missing." She says looking up into her boyfriend's somber eyes.
He kisses her forehead. The sweet smell of her hair shampoo fills him with the scent of lavender and honey. He whispers softly, "None of this is your fault."
She wipes her eyes, "What if Sam's…what if he's dead, Finn?"
He tilts her chin up and they lock eyes. "No way he's dead. Not Sam. We're all to close. If he were dead we'd all feel it. I can't explain it, but I have this feeling that someone might have taken him."
Rachel looks at Finn confused, "What makes you think someone took him?"
He shakes his head, "This is Sam we're talking about. He would never leave a friend behind after a car accident. Even if he was disoriented, or didn't know who he was, he would have seen you in the passenger seat, all hurt and stuff, and he would've help you until the ambulance got there. Sam's got too big of a heart to just get up and walk away. Somebody had to take him."
She takes Finn's hand, realizing that he's right. "Why haven't you said anything about this?"
"Because there wasn't any evidence to back me up. I mean, the street cameras malfunctioned when the other car ran the red light and hit your car. Plus no one came forward, saying they'd seen what happened to Sam. People just assumed he hit his head, got out of the car and walked off in a daze. It makes no sense." Finn looks at Rachel and thinks of how grateful that nothing worse had happened to her. Without her, he knows he wouldn't be able to function, to breathe, to ever be himself again.
Rachel pulls Finn back towards the car. "Where are we going?" Finn asks keeping pace with his girlfriend.
"To get Sebastian and Puckerman. We're gonna go talk to Mr. Schue and see if the cops have thought of the possibility that Sam was kidnapped." She says taking out her phone.
…
Will and Emma are sitting at their dining room table. Will's food is growing colder by the second as he stares at the open door to Sam's bedroom. Emma stares at the man she loves, knowing what is going through his mind. She reaches over and takes his hand.
He glances down at their hands for a brief second, and then returns his gaze back to the doorway, hoping that at any moment Sam will walk right through it.
"Will," Emma says breaking the silence. "Will, sweetheart, you have to eat something. You have to keep up your strength."
He grabs his plate and takes it to the kitchen. Emma watches him make a quick sandwich, grab his keys and out the door. Emma sighs, knowing he's going to be out all night again, driving around, checking the same spots over and over again. She knows by now it's pointless to try and stop him. So she does what she always does, she cleans the entire apartment.
An hour passes and Will comes back inside. He flops down onto the couch and sighs. Just as Emma is about to sit next to him and offer him some comfort the phone rings.
Emma answers and then hands the phone to Will. "Hello." He says with a solemn tone.
"William," Principal Figgins' voice rings loudly from the receiver, "I am sorry to call you at this hour, but I am afraid that this cannot wait."
Will gets up and goes into another room. He shuts the door behind him. "What's going on?"
He can hear Figgins taking a hesitant deep breath. "William, with the disappearance of your son, and how it has affected you…"
Will furrows his brow, "What are you saying, Figgins?"
Figgins sighs, "William, we have had complaints from students, parents, and even faculty members that you are not mentally present in your classroom. Why just last week, Becky Jackson was spotted canoodling with a young man named Kevin in your classroom closet…while you were teaching!"
Will knows he's in trouble and he quickly tries to save himself, "Look, with Sam being gone I know things have gotten bad, but I'll be better. I promise."
Another sigh comes from the principal's end of the call. "William, I am sorry, but you are being placed on a mandatory sabbatical. You are not being fired, but you are going to take this time to get your head back in the game. I am sorry that Mr. Evans has disappeared, and I have asked my pastor to pray for his safe return, but you have other students to think of. Now, we have taken the liberty of contacting Miss Holly Holiday, to fill in for you with your history classes and glee club."
Will sighs, "Well, at least you have someone I trust taking over my classes, but I want Emma to help run the glee club with Holly. They'll balance each other out and not let the other go too far in being too safe or too extreme."
"Fine, but William, I am not telling you to stop worrying about your son. I am telling you to remember that there are others that you are responsible for as well and that you need to get back to them as soon as possible…Miss Holiday is not a cheap substitute, you know!" Figgins says trying to lighten the mood.
Will smiles halfheartedly. "I understand. I'll come back better than ever."
"Good night, William." Figgins says before ending the call.
"Good night, Principal Figgins." Will clicks the end button
He finds Emma waiting for him when he returns to the living room. She can see the hurt and look of failure on his face. "Will, what happened? What did Principal Figgins want?"
Will has her sit down and tells her everything.
"Okay, well this will give you more time to look for Sam, and clear your head. And maybe in a month or two, you'll come back better than ever." She says trying to be encouraging of the situation.
He shakes his head. "In two months we have Nationals. I … if Sam isn't there for that, and with everything that's happened to Rachel and Finn, and Blaine," he groans and sighs at the same time, "I just don't see a way for us to win this year. The team is broken, and it's my fault. I let Sam's disappearance get in the way of teaching."
Emma squeezes his hand, "You're his father, Will. You being worried and spending countless hours searching for him, is what you should be doing. Your kids understand, and they're all out there with you looking just as hard. You made that glee club into a beautiful family. They know how important Sam is to you, and they love both of you and want him home just as badly as both of us do."
…..
The night has come and Blaine is dropping Chandler off at his house. It's an old farm between Lima and the middle of nowhere. Chandler is about to get out, when Blaine puts the car in park instead of just holding down the break.
"Chandler," Blaine is hesitant as he speaks.
The shaggy haired blonde's ears perk up and his eyes illuminate with anticipation of what Blaine might be about to ask him. "Yeah?"
"Would it be alright with your parents if I stayed the night? Mine are out of town on business, and I don't want to be alone tonight." Blaine says with the saddest and loneliest eyes anyone has ever seen.
Chandler suddenly remembers, Sam is still in his basement. Fortunately he's tied up and gagged. "Uh, sure. But you should know I live alone. My parents died last year and I got emancipated when my crazy uncle tried to get custody of me."
Blaine's eyes go wide, "I'm so sorry to hear that. Why haven't you told me before?"
Chandler shrugs, "You've got Sam to worry about. Besides, I'm over it now. I'm actually gonna sell the barn and move to New York next year. I'm gonna work for a year after I graduate, so that way I can move to the Big Apple, with at least some amount of money to get me by until the farm sells."
Blaine climbs out of his car and follows Chandler inside. Once inside, Chandler locks the doors and excuses himself to the basement, while Blaine goes upstairs to take a shower.
Sitting in the same chair that Chandler had left him in, is Sam. His body arms and legs are covered in small cuts and burn marks that all look self-inflicted. Beside him is a book of psychology, open to the chapter on people that harm themselves to get an endorphin rush.
Chandler slaps Sam across his face hard, causing him to stir into a more conscious state. "Your boyfriend is upstairs using my shower."
Sam's eyes widen as he fears what Chandler might do to the man he loves. He tries to speak but the gag in his mouth only lets out a muffled sound.
Chandler walks over to a refrigerator against one of the walls and pulls out a syringe and a vile of morphine.
"You know my mom was a nurse and she taught me how to draw blood, give shots, I was always her little helper…until she and dad found out I was gay. Then I was just the kid who lived upstairs. They tolerated my existence and told me as soon as I turned eighteen I was out on my own and wouldn't be their problem anymore. Well you see mom was a diabetic, and so Dad never saw it coming when I stabbed him with her insulin needle." Chandler fills the syringe with just enough morphine to nock Sam out for several hours.
He gets right in front of Sam, his eyes dark and frightening. "Do you know what happens to a normal person when you inject them with insulin?"
Sam shakes his head.
"It causes them to have a seizure, then they go into a coma, from which point, they then die!" He laughs, like he's proud of killing his father. "Then it was mom's turn. She wore a pump, except when she showered, so I played with it a little, and she it gave her a quadruple dose of her insulin and killed her too. This whole place is mine, and with the house and the amount of land, it's worth a lot of money. Money that I'll gladly spend on Blaine." Sam fear has tears pouring down his face. He doesn't care what happens to him, he just wants Blaine to get out of this house quickly and away from Chandler.
Just as Chandler is about to stick Sam with the needle the taller blonde rocks his chair vigorously and tumbles over to the side, causing a loud, booming noise to echo throughout the house.
…..
Blaine is getting ready for bed when his phone rings. It's Puck calling. He wants to let it go to voicemail, but with the way Sebastian and he have helped him look for Sam, and shown him how in love with each other they are, he accepts the call.
"Blaine! Where are you?" Puck's voice is frantic.
"I'm at Chandler's house, like twenty minutes outside of Lima…going east towards Millersburg and Berlin. Why?" Blaine asks wondering what's going on.
Puck sighs, "Finn got to talking with Rachel and then they talked to me and Sebastian, and we both agreed with them…"
"Agreed bout what, Puck?" Blaine asks demandingly.
"We think Sam was kidnapped. We think the accident was planned so that they, whoever they are, could take Sam." Puck's words hit Blaine like a ton of bricks.
Blaine's mind swirls and he doesn't know what to think. "Are you sure?"
Puck tells him everything that Finn had told him. Just then Blaine hears something loud coming from down stairs, followed by Chandler cursing about something.
"Uh…Puck, I think I'm gonna have to call you back, Chandler must've dropped something." He hangs up despite Puck protesting from the other end of the call.
He goes downstairs and into the kitchen. He can see there's an open door that looks like it leads into a basement. He can hear Chandler trying to move something down there, but he stays quiet as he walks towards the door. His eyes widen with fear and anger when he sees what is down there. Sam, hurt and Chandler is hurting him further. He sees the photos of himself plastered along the walls. His feet are traveling faster than his brain can think and he's attacking the shorter blonde before he realizes what is happening.
Chandler falls hard to the ground and appears to be unconscious. Blaine helps turn Sam to his original, upright position and removes the gag from his mouth. "Blaine…" Sam gasps, "I knew…I knew you'd find me."
"I'm gonna get you out of here , Sam. I promise." Blaine manages to get one of Sam's hands freed and begins to work on the other.
Sam's eyes go wide and he screams, "BLAINE WATCH OUT!"
It's too late. The syringe is already in his neck and the morphine is pushed into his bloodstream. Blaine looks at Sam's terrified face and then everything goes dark.
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A/N: Sorry for taking so long you guys. I was having trouble getting inspired these past couple of weeks, so I took a break. I did some reading (Beautiful Creatures, Warm Bodies, The Fault in Our Stars, and This Book is Full of Spiders) saw a few movies, (Warm Bodies, Beautiful Creatures, Silverlinings Playbook, Identity Thief) and tomorrow(well it's 2am so today then) I'm going to see P!nk in concert. Then I'm going to see Kelly Clarkson next Friday. So I've had a busy schedule, with work and trying to get the creative juices flowing, and they seem to be. So I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and the story over all. Thanks to those of you that have reviewed, you are all amazing and I love hearing from you.