Mairead slowly cracked open her eyes. She had an itch on her face and lifted a hand to scratch it, but her hand only went a few inches before it stopped. Her eyes snapped open to a blurry world. She was lying on a dark, dirty, cement floor with her hand in what looked like a silver handcuff attached to a pipe. Her other hand was in the same position attached to a pipe leading up to the ceiling rather than one running horizontally to the ground. She couldn't lay down on her back or try to stand up; she was attached to a corner of the room. Her feet were left free and she moved them cautiously, hoping not to cause any more pain than she was already in. Moving her muscles in her shoulders to try and get herself out of the slumped position she was in, Mairead looked around blearily to see if anyone else was awake. On her right she could see a head of black hair and dressed in a dark blue blazer.

Blaine was slumped over, his hands attached to handcuffs that were attached to the horizontal pipe inches away from his head. His hair mussed, but still had hair gel in it. He was lying on his back and his body shaking, probably from the cold temperature and chilly air. Mairead tried to rattle her cuffs around to wake him up, but someone else responded.

"Ugh, is anyone there?" a tired male voice responded.

"Kurt? It's Mari. Where are you?" She asked softly, in case someone came when they heard her talking.

"I'm right here, can't you see me?" Kurt responded softly as well, not yet opening his eyes. He was so sleepy.

Mairead sighed. "No, I can't see anything but that dim light above what looks like a door. Whoever kidnapped and drugged us took off my glasses."

Kurt tried to sit up when he heard her say kidnapped and drugged because it all came rushing back to him. "Oh my God. They got you too?"

Mairead nodded in the general direction of his voice. "Yeah, they got me and Joey when we were coming out of the bathrooms."

"I am seriously going to kill whoever did this to us. I assume you know as much as I do at this point… We have no idea where we are, who did this to us, why they did it and what time it is?" Kurt said flatly.

"That's it in a nutshell." Mairead voiced her agreement. They both fell silent, still trying to fight off the drug that was making them drowsy. Pretty soon, they both heard the door open and heavy steps walk towards the center of the room.

"So," the man's voice said. "Only two of you are awake, huh?" He scoffed. Silence reigned for about two seconds before Mairead and Kurt shouted at the man.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Kidnapping us and drugging us?"

"You think you're such a big man for doing this? I think the cops will disagree when the find out where we are!"

"What have we ever done to you, you bastard? Who the hell are you?"

"The cops are going to come and you'll be sent to prison for the rest of your low, cowardly, despicable life you son of a bitch!"

"SILENT!" The man roared, effectively putting an end to Kurt and Mairead's angry remarks.

Blood rushed through Mairead and Kurt's bodies. Adrenaline rushed through their heads, giving them strength. "What if I don't? What are you going to do to me?" Mairead threatened.

"This." The captor went to the doorway and retrieved something long, thin, and orange at the end. It was an iron poker with the end flattened into a circle and heated up red hot. He pushed it on her left arm and left it there for ten seconds.

Kurt wished he had never opened his mouth. Mari's scream was so high and agonizing that he wished that it was him that he did it to instead of her. "Stop! Do-Do it to me instead! She didn't do anything!" Kurt yelled, frighten.

After what felt like an eternity of pain to Mairead, she opened her mouth and whispered, "No! Kurt, I'm fine!"

"Well, well. Looks like there's a gentleman in the house. Not wanting her to get what she deserves, eh? Fine, you asked for it!" He turned around quickly and set the still red-hot poker on Kurt's right leg pant.

"No!" Mairead cried out, halfway in pain and halfway in denying his choice. A thought came to here in the split second that her brain managed to work right again. Where have I heard this voice before?

Kurt gritted his teeth in pain, but denying the man the joy of hearing him cry out. He would stay silent, he didn't want to cause anyone pain.

The man cackled at his silence. "Looks like you're tough enough to take the pain, unlike this little shit. Or even this guy." He kicked Blaine in the leg. "I'll be back later. But first, a little something to help you go sleepy." He said maliciously. He threw the poker out the door and drew something out of his pocket.

Mairead squinted and saw a thick transparent tube with something sticking out of one end. She quickly realized it was a needle and started kicking him away every time he came close. Growing tired quickly, she realized it was fruitless to try and fight him, but she continued until sweat beaded on her forehead and he had finally pinned down her flailing legs.

"I expected nothing less from you, you little bitch." He stabbed the needle into her arm and almost immediately she fell unconscious.

"If you think I'm going to let you go the easy way out, think again, Kurt." Kurt's breath hitched. How the hell does this bastard know my name? "Yes, I know your name. Someone in this room mentioned it to me a little over a week ago. And now you'll pay dearly." He then proceeded to beat Kurt over the head with a blunt object until blood dripped into his eyes and he saw star in his eyes. The pain was almost getting too much to handle and he was about plea for him to stop but right then, the captor did stop. He walked out the door and slammed it. Kurt thought he heard a click, but he wasn't sure as he was so dizzy that he fell unconscious.

Blaine woke up slowly, something warm shining on his face. Thinking it was the sunlight, he tried to roll over but opened his eyes when a searing pain went through his wrists. The sun was shining through a dirty window high above him. He tried to sit up, but could only managed to scoot his body backwards and lean uncomfortably into the wall, as both this hands were handcuffed to either side of him to a big and heavy looking metal pipe. "Hello?" He softly called out.

"Blaine?" A soft voice answered him.

"Joey!" Blaine's voice flooded with relief. "What's going on? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, I think. I'm not in any pain or anything. What about you?" He replied back to his brother. Joey's hands were handcuffed together and then another handcuff circled the chain connecting his hand handcuffs and connected that to the pipe beside him.

"Where are we? What time is it?" Joey asked quietly.

"I don't know. But I do know the sun is up." Blaine looked up at the window.

Joey drew in a sharp breath. "Blaine, look at Kurt and Mairead." He breathed out.

Blaine did as he asked and looked at Kurt in absolute horror. His face was covered in dried, some places still wet, blood; his leg looked like it was burnt by something circular and he was unconscious; he was handcuffed just like Blaine. Kurt was slumped down on the wall, his head resting on the dirty pipe. "Kurt! Kurt, it's me! Blaine! Wake up, please wake up! For me, Kurt, for me!" Blaine cried out brokenly.

"Mmph, Blaine?" Mairead had woken to Blaine's voice crying out.

"Mari? Is that you?" Blaine turned his head to the sound of her voice. He reached out to try and touch her, but the handcuff prevented that. He pulled angrily against it, making a loud clanging noise.

Kurt seemed to slowly come to after Blaine made the noise. Joey looked over and saw Kurt trying to open his eyes. "Blaine, Kurt's waking up!"

"Kurt, I'm right here. Please wake up, I'm right here!" Blaine shouted to his boyfriend.

The door opened and the man reappeared at the doorway, wearing the black ski mask, and held a knife in his hand.

Nick and Lauren were clutching each other in Nick's room. They had never been so scared in their life until now. Blaine, Kurt, Mairead, and Joey were kidnapped. Jason and Sarah were in a similar position in their master bedroom with Sarah crying brokenly. Never did anyone who was in the Stryka house think that this would ever happen to them.

Lauren was calm for the moment, but was still hugging Nick as he cried into her shoulder while sitting on his bed.

The police had interviewed all four of them as well as all the Warblers after Jason and Sarah alerted the police after they couldn't find either Joey or Mairead. Wes also alerted the Dalton's school and now the school was on lockdown, not letting anybody in or out of the school or dorm buildings until Kurt and Blaine had been found.

The interview process was terrifying. Investigators had them go into separate rooms and questioned them so intensely that Sarah and Nick broke down. They finally ruled them, and all the Warblers, innocent when they viewed the security tapes around and in the Fitzgerald Auditorium. Jason and Sarah were allowed to watch the tapes, but they didn't want Lauren and Nick to see them. Lauren fought against the decision, saying that she was the brothers' sister and she deserved a right to know how they were abducted. Sarah finally relented; the three of them were led into a room while Nick waited outside. Inside, the police officer and detective sat them down and pressed a button on the VCR. The TV screen showed Mairead and Joey walking outside a building following a man in a suit to a black SUV where another man dressed in black jumped out of the car. Mairead proceeded to throw Joey behind her and started to fight the man. As she fought him, he discreetly snuck a hand to his back pocket and pulled out a syringe and needle and stabbed it into the back of her neck and pushed the plunger. Mairead was screaming something towards Joey, but the three of them couldn't hear anything since it was a video only surveillance camera.

Mairead's punches were slowing down until she slumped into the man's arms, to Sarah's, Jason's, and Lauren's horror. It showed the man carelessly throwing her in the SUV and slamming the door and then running full speed to chase and tackle Joey to the ground. The police officer fast forwarded a few minutes and they saw the same man tossing Joey into the car before climbing in himself. Once again, the police fast forwarded the tape and as they watched, the man got out of the car and held something to the man in the suit's back as they walked back to the auditorium. Fast forwarding even farther, what the three of them saw horrified them beyond belief. The man in the suit had Blaine slung over his shoulder and Kurt slung over the black-dressed man's shoulder. They both threw the boys carelessly in the car before the man took out of his pocket a stack of bills bound tightly with rubber bands. The man ran away after. The abductor headed back into the SUV and, after a few seconds of fast forwarding, revved up the engine and screeched out of the parking spot.

The police officer ejected the tape and put in another one from a different camera. This one showing that the back of the car had no license plates and was speeding through several red lights. The screen was suddenly blank as the detective shut off the TV and told them that Amber Alerts had been posted all around the state for the four teenagers and that they were going to do the best they could to find that SUV and the four teenagers.

They had been escorted home by two squad cars, insisting that it was for their protection, but instead made them feel like guilty suspects. When they arrived home, they found a slew of reporters camped out on the front yards of the Anderson's and Stryka's houses. The police cleared a pathway into their garage and Jason immediately closed the door as soon as the Pilot was safely inside.

"I can't believe this is happening. I never thought this would." Nick sobbed into Lauren's shoulder. "I'm the one who's supposed to be harassed and beaten up and kidnapped and-"

"No, you're not, Nick." Lauren interrupted, her voice firm; she didn't want to give any indication to Mari's brother that she was as scared and miserable as he was.

"But I'm the one who's gay. I'm the one who's supposed to get all the bad stuff not Mair-" Nick was once again interrupted by Lauren.

"Nick, just because you're gay doesn't mean it will happen to you. This shit can happen to anyone. Not just you; you need to realize that, Nick. It. Can. Happen. To. Anyone." Lauren enunciated. "Look, I'm in as much pain as you are. Both my brothers have been kidnapped. And I feel fucking scared that I won't see t-them again." Her voice quivering at the end. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Lauren finally let the tears fall, feeling as helpless as everyone in the house she was staying in.

All four teenagers looked warily at the knife in the man with ski mask's hand. They all held their breath as they wait to see what the man would do.

"What are you doing?" Mairead yelled, breaking the silence.

The man said nothing; instead, going over to Kurt, cutting open the buttons on his white dress shirt and baring his chest. Flashing the knife at Blaine, he carved letters in the air. Blaine froze, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

"You sick bastard. I'll kill you!" Blaine shouted as he struggled against his bound hands, rubbing the skin on the cold metal.

Kurt looked up at the man with glassy eyes. "Please, I didn't do anything to you. Please!" Kurt said as loudly as he could through the pain in his head.

The man leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, Kurt. But Blaine there needs be taught a lesson. Along with Mairead and Joey, who are watching us right now." He started to carve letters into Kurt's right pectoral muscle, starting with the letter F.

"No! I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you!" Blaine half yelled and half sobbed at the man.

Kurt first gritted his teeth, but then started scream in pain. The knife cut so deeply into his chest, he thought his heart might beat out of it. Hanging on to consciousness, Kurt thought of all the good times he had with Blaine and his group of friends at McKinley. Soon the pain and the pressure were too much for him and he slumped back down into the blackness.

Blaine looked at his beautiful boyfriend's chest after the man was done and he stood up. Carved into Kurt's chest nearly caused Blaine to faint; in bloody capital letters was the word FAGGOT and it was bleeding profusely down his chest and into the waistband of his pants.

The man looked expressionlessly through his ski mask at Blaine, who was throwing murderous glances at. He slapped him across the face, hard.

Blaine saw stars as his head hit the wall behind him. His cheek stung as he watched the man cross over to Joey and in one quick movement, stabbed him in his right calf muscle in his lower leg.

Joey screamed in agony as the man slowly removed the knife.

"Remember, Joseph. I can do much worse than this. You know that." He whispered dangerously into Joey's ear. Finally pulling the rest of the five inch knife out of his leg, the man stood up and looked at Mairead, who angrily stared back but did nothing. The man walked away and exited through the same door he had entered fifteen minutes prior. Blaine and Mairead heard the faint clicking noise, indicating that the door was being locked.

Joey started convulsing on the ground from the pain in his leg. He cried out in agony as Blaine tried to so his best to reassure him from where he was. "Joey, it's okay. You'll be okay as soon as I can get out of these goddamn handcuffs, I promise! Joey, when have I ever broken a promise to you?" Blaine started his painful battle against the handcuffs again, pulling at the metal.

"When you got your license to drive and forgot to take me to an orthodontist appointment the next day!" Joey screamed in agony at his brother.

"Slick," Mairead snorted. "Good job, Blaine, forgetting your brother's ortho appointment." She, like Blaine, was rubbing her wrists raw against the hard metal of the hand cuffs. "Joey, what other promises did Blaine break?" She was desperate to keep Joey's mind off the pain and to keep him conscious.

"There was that one time when we younger that you accidentally knocked over my ice cream cone at Disney World and promised to buy me another one but you never did!" Joey once again screamed.

"I did not knock over your cone! It was Lauren, not me! You walked into Dad who accidently bounced you into Lauren who turned around and her hand went flying into your cone!" Blaine explained, still struggling against the hand cuffs.

Mairead rolled her eyes at the brothers' banter. "What flavor was the ice cream?" She asked distractledly.

"It was a yummy coconut flavored ice cream that they never sell up here!" Joey answered her, but through gritted teeth and hissing this time.

"Tell you what, as soon as we get out of this mess, I'll get you some coconut ice cream, Joey. I can tell you where to get some. I have a whole bunch hoarded up at my house." Mairead told him, nearly getting her hand through one of the hand cuffs using her own blood from the circular gash on her wrist to make her hand slicker. "Does that sound okay to you, Joey?"

"Sure!" He gasped out as another wave of pain overtook his body.

Blaine and Mairead continued working through the pain and kept trying to get out of the handcuffs.

Monday, one o'clock in the afternoon

Rachel, of course, was the first one in the choir room where Mr. Shuester had his head in hands. She took her seat, thinking that he was tired or something. The rest of New Directions filed in, expressing happy remarks towards each other as all of them were still high off of their win at Regionals.

Sam was the first one to ask what Mr. Shuester thought of their performance. "It was great guys, really." Mr. Shue smiling nervously at his show choir. "There's something I need to tell you guys, and I need each of you to promise me you won't spread this around this high school."

A grim mood suddenly fell over the room. Finn looked up from his feet where he had been staring at the whole time since he came into the room. "Mr. Shue," he asked so softly that Mr. Shue almost missed it, "can I be the one to tell them?"

"Finn, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"… No, he's my brother and I have to. It's my responsibility." Finn replied, tears in his eyes.

"Wow, Mr. I-cheat-on-everyone finally stringed together a smart sentence that actually made sense this time." Santana remarked nastily.

Finn looked at her coldly as he walked in front of the small group of friends. "It's not about me, Santana. It's.. it's Kurt." He stuttered.

A cold chill seemed to go through everyone's body except for Mr. Shuester and Finn.

"What, what about Kurt?" Tina asked timidly.

"After the competition on Saturday, he, Blaine, and two other people were kidnapped!" Finn sobbed, sinking down to his knees.

Rachel started to stand up, but Quinn beat her to it; going over and sitting down next to him, rubbing his back.

Everyone froze, until Puck laughed.

"This is a joke, right? Kurt's tough, he can handle…" The look on Mr. Shuester's face stopped him from going any further.

Mr. Shuester sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "No, Puck, I'm afraid that this is absolutely not a joke. Kurt, Blaine, and two other people, like Finn said, were indeed kidnapped right outside the auditorium. Now, I don't want any of you to blame yourselves for what happened." He looked down at Finn before kneeling to his level. "Especially you, Finn. You couldn't do anything about this. No one could." He looked around to his class silently crying and leaning on each other for support. Even Santana had her knees up and crying into them.

"I've cleared it with Figgins that when Kurt is found, you'll be automatically excused from your classes to go straight to the hospital. When he is found, I'll send out a text message to everyone and I'll meet you at the hospital." Mr. Shue explained calmly, tears rolling down his face.

"Does this mean that Kurt and Blaine Warbler are going to be angels and have wings when we see them?" Brittany asked innocently.

This remarked caused Mercedes to run out of the room, crying loudly, and disappearing into the bathroom right next door.

Mr. Shue sighed again. "No, Brittany. Kurt and Blaine are not going to be angels, they might look as pale as angels, but they will not be angels." He explained simply to her.

"Now, Figgins has allowed me to let you guys take the rest of the day off since you've won Regionals and um…" Mr. Shue was at a loss of words, knowing that Figgins had given the New Directions the rest of the day off only after he insisted that the group would not take the news easily. "And that heard about this from me." He finished. "But before I let you guys go home, I think we'd better draw up a carpool list so that when Kurt's found, we're not scrambling for rides. Does that sound okay with everyone?"

All of them nodded sadly, wishing they didn't have to do this. It was decided that Puck would drive Artie, Lauren, Santana, and Brittany in his huge Ford explorer and put Artie's collapsible wheelchair in the trunk, while Finn drove Rachel, Tina, and Mike in his car; leaving Quinn to drive Sam and Mercedes while Mr. Shue took his own car. Mr. Shue handed out special parking passes to the drivers to allow them to park in the teachers' parking lots closest to the school.

They all left the room feeling and looking forlorn, feeling the full effects of what had just happened.

The moon had risen high in the sky and the moonlight shining through the windows as Joey had finally fallen unconscious from the pain and the blood loss from the stab wound in his leg. Blaine and Mairead painfully kept working at their hand cuffs. Mairead swore as a wave of pain washed over her wrist and reverberated in her stomach, making her feel dizzy. She blurrily spat at her wrist, trying to lubricate it more so that it would slip through. "How you doing over there?" She called out to Blaine.

"Not getting much done, it's my damn thumb that won't slip through." He growled out of frustration. His brother and boyfriend were bleeding out and dying before his eyes and he could do nothing about it.

Mairead worked both wrists to try and get through when suddenly her left hand was free before she could realize it. "Blaine! I'm free in one hand!" She hissed quietly to Blaine not wanting to draw undue attention to their captor.

"You got free?" Blaine responded in same, talking quietly.

"Yeah. I think I might I have something that'll help if I can find it." She felt around the waistband of her jeans, feeling for her pockets since she couldn't see them. Feeling the small bulge on one side of her hips, she pulled out the cell phone and waved it at Blaine.

Blaine smiled for the first time in days. "Awesome." He said as she dialed nine-one-one and talked to the operator.

Mairead heard a single ring tone before hearing a female voice answer, "Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"

"My name is Mairead Stryka and I'm here with Blaine and Joseph Anderson, and Kurt Hummel. We've been kidnapped and we don't know where we are. We're down on the lowest level of a house with only a small window high above us. I think the bastard who kidnapped is sleeping upstairs." She whispered rapidly and quietly as Blaine listened and watched the door.

"Okay, My-read." The operator said, pronouncing her name wrong as she typed rapidly on her computer. Mairead rolled her eyes. "I've got your location and sent ambulances and police to your location. Do you know how long it might be before your abductor comes down and checks on you? The police will be there as quickly as they can."

"Um… no, I don't know how long." She admitted.

"I need you to stay on the line and keep talking to me, sweetie. Are you hurt? Are any of you hurt?"

"Oh my god, yes we're hurt. Kurt's hurt the worst though; he has a head wound that bled profusely and then lacerations to his right pectoral muscle along with a painful and probably second to third degree burn on his leg. Joey, sorry, Joseph has a deep stab wound to his leg and lost a lot of blood. Blaine and I have extremely raw wrists, Blaine has a big bruise on his face and I have a burn on my arm that's the same degree as Kurt and it's getting extremely painful." She gasped into the phone. She thought she could hear faint siren sounds in the distance.

"Good job sweetie, now I nee-" She was cut short as Mairead quickly slid the phone, still on, under her pants and into the front of her jean's waistband. Quickly pulling the front of her tattered purple shirt down over her jeans to hide the bulge of the cell phone, Mairead slipped her hand back into her bloodied hand cuff. Blaine looked at her with a feeling of dread as they both heard heavy footsteps stomping to the door.

Mairead mouthed, I love you to Blaine as she set her face to an unreadable expression. Blaine nodded back once.

The door swung open and slammed against the wall behind it. Blaine was in disbelief at what he saw and his jaw dropped. Mairead could see that their captor had not taken the time to put back on his mask, but she still couldn't see anything without her glasses.

The room was still dark, but Blaine could see clearly the gun that was pointed at him. "I knew I should have killed you when I got the chance." The man growled at him. "I guess now's my chance." He pulled the trigger and shot Blaine Anderson in the gut.

"NO!" Mairead screamed as the shot rang out. It would ring out three more times as the man shot him in the arm near his wrist and in his right leg two times. Blaine fainted right away after the first shot to his stomach.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" Mairead screamed as he advanced toward her after reloading the magazine in the gun with a fresh one from his pocket.

He chuckled darkly. "I always knew you were going to be trouble, from the first sign when my neighbor adopted you from that stupid orphanage in Vietnam. I'm not sorry I have to do this." Mairead froze, finally realizing it wa-

The gun shot a bullet into her left shoulder, causing her to scream and also motivating her to move around; making her a harder target to hit. The man quickly shot her in the leg, almost shot her in the hip, grazing it instead, and finally missing her right hand and shooting her hand cuffed hand. She slumped forward in pain, pretending to be unconscious for all of the three friends' sake. Mairead heard the man laugh maliciously as he walked away from her. She continued playing dead as she heard another gunshot ring out and heard Joey whimper in pain.

The man moved on quickly, coming to the prone form of Kurt Hummel. He pointed the gun right at the boy's gut and shot him. Another shot was fired to the boy's leg. Kurt didn't react whatsoever to the damage done to his body.

The man quickly laughed and ran up the stair case, leaving the door open. Mairead opened her eyes and grew nauseated at the bloody scene before her. She slipped her left hand out of the hand cuff and painfully dragged herself over to Blaine. Blood splattered his face as she noticed when she put two fingers to his throat to check if he still had a pulse. He did, and then she remembered that her cell phone as still on underneath her jeans. She leaned against the wall and pulled it out with a bloody right hand.

"Hello?" She gasped into the phone.

"Honey! Are you alright?" The operator asked her in a shaky voice.

"No! That man… he shot us… He… hit Blaine… me… Kurt… and Joey… several times with his… gun." She painfully breathed out, taking a deep breath every couple of words.

"Stay with me, My-read. I need you to stay with me!" The operator urged as she took off her tattered shirt, and thankfully wearing a sports bra, and pressed it to Blaine's stomach wound. "Tell me how bad they are." Mairead could hear her rapidly typing on her keyboard.

"I… have… a GSW to my left shoulder… above my burn. I have another… shot that missed… my right wrist… but… I think… I broke it… My right leg… was shot… I think… above… my knee." She painfully gasped out the words. " Blaine was shot… in the stomach… and in the arm near his wrist," Mairead was beyond caring what word came first at this point as long as she could keep talking.

"He… was also shot… in his right leg… We were all shot in the our right legs!" She yelled into the phone, making that point clear. "Joey was shot in the leg… along with his stab wound... And I… think… Kurt was… shot in… the gut… but I'm… not sure.."

"Good job honey, stay with me! The police are swarming the house where you're at right now. I want you to stay with me!"

Mairead stopped listening to the operator, instead focusing on Blaine's fluttering eyelids.

"Blaine?" She gasped, her strength leaving her body by the second.

He looked through slit eyelids at his best friend and whispered, "If I don't make it, tell Kurt I love him." And fell back into the beckoning darkness.

"No! Blaine, stay awake! Blaine… you… stay… awake… right… NOW!" She forcefully yelled at him. As she looked at him, she could hear the sound of thundering footsteps above her and yelling "Clear!" every two seconds.

They were found.