Chapter 42

"Are you sure this is such a good idea Master?" Kurt asked softly as Blaine clipped on his leash. "I mean last time…" he was cut off by Blaine kissing him firmly.

"Last time you got a little too drunk and I was irresponsible enough to leave you alone. It'll be fine pet, I promise." He murmured softly in Kurt's ear, arms wrapping around his waist soothingly. Kurt nodded to himself for a moment before letting Blaine pull him forward by his leash.

They got past the bouncer and found the booth their friends were in easily. Kurt smiled and leaned over to steal a kiss from Sam before leaning back against Blaine's legs. They all talked for a while before Blaine tugged gently on Kurt's leash. He glanced up to see Blaine nod toward the dance floor. He grinned, scrambled out from under the table and followed him to the center of undulating bodies.

Blaine pulled the leash lightly, forcing Kurt's neck to the side as he pressed up behind the sub. His teeth grazed the skin on Kurt's shoulder, making the younger whimper in pleasure and press back into him. Kurt's phone started buzzing incessantly between them, but both men ignored it. Kurt raised his arms to wrap around Blaine's neck and groaned when he felt him start to suck another hickey into his neck. The vibrations of his phone stopped for a few seconds, before starting right back up again. Once again, they ignored it. The pattern continued for a good fifteen minutes before Kurt finally growled and pulled away enough to turn and look at Blaine questioningly. The Warbler groaned in annoyance, but nodded. Kurt smiled and kissed him softly, seeing him going to sit at their table again as he left.

Once he was outside, he wrestled his cell out of his pocket and waited. As he predicted, it rang again within a minute. He hit the button and held it to his ear.

"This had better be important." He snapped.

"Kurt!" Finn's voice rang out from the speaker and Kurt rolled his eyes. "Dude, what took you so long? I was gettin' worried."

"I didn't answer because I'm at Scandals with Blaine and I happened to be having the closest thing possible to sex on the dance floor when you called and refused to stop!" Kurt ranted, before taking a deep breath.

"Whoa… uh, sorry dude." Finn mumbled. "Um, so…"

"Get to the point Finn, what do you want?"

"Oh, um, well, Burt was wondering if you and Blaine and Puck and Sam and Sebastian wanted to come over for dinner next weekend." Finn stumbled over his words.

Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying not to laugh at Finn's ramblings. "I have to check with them but I think we can. What time should we be there?"

The conversation continued for a few moments before Kurt heard something strange behind him. Before he could turn, a bag made of rough material was shoved over his head. He dropped his phone and started screaming, trying to get the thing off. His hands were pulled painfully behind his back and tied there, before he was lifted off his feet. He started thrashing desperately, pleading and begging to be left alone.

He was thrown somewhere. He managed to shake the thing off his head in time to see a trunk slam shut. He'd heard the stories; he knew what was going on. This couldn't be happening. Not to him. This didn't happen to people like him.

"No, no, I have a Dom, I'm claimed, you can't take me!" he chanted, more to himself than anyone else. He kicked at the roof of the trunk and continued to scream as they started moving. "Have to get back, you can't take me, let me go!"

He didn't know how much time passed. Five minutes or five hours, he simply couldn't tell. Eventually his throat became sore and he curled onto his side, sobbing.

"I'm sorry Blaine… I'm sorry." He whispered, trying to keep his shoulders from shaking too violently.

*break*

Blaine groaned as his phone began to ring. It was bad enough he'd had to let Kurt go, now someone was bugging him? He ducked into the bathroom as he pulled it out of his pocket.

Why would Finn be calling him?

"Hello?"

"Blaine! Holy crap, Blaine, I- is Kurt ok?" Blaine stiffened as the boy continued to blabber for a moment.

"Finn!" he finally shouted. The phone went silent. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I called Kurt like a hundred times and, well I guess he was with you so you'd know that, but anyway he was talking to me and then it sounded like he dropped his phone and there was screaming and Kurt was shouting about something and the line went dead." Finn said in a rush. Blaine was out of the bathroom and forcing his way toward the front door in an instant.

He flew out the door and looked around desperately, praying to whatever god was out there that this was all some sick misguided prank. His eyes fell on Kurt's iPhone, the screen cracked but still showing a blinking 'call disconnected' icon. Blaine stood there, staring at the device for who knows how long. He was hoping, somewhere in the back of his mind, that it would jump up and say 'oh I'm not Kurt's phone; he's inside looking for you.'

"Blaine? Blaine, what's wrong?" Someone shaking his shoulder finally brought him out of his stupor.

"He's crying." Someone else whispered. Blaine reached up numbly to find that his cheeks were in fact drenched with tears.

"Kurt's gone." He heard himself croak in a broken, unfamiliar voice. "He's gone."

"Gone? What do you mean gone?!" Sam demanded, leaning up in Blaine's face, looking both furious and terrified. Sebastian pulled him away, wrapping his arms around him protectively as the blonde tried to tear away.

"He's gone." Blaine repeated emotionlessly, simply standing there for a moment before the reality of it all finally seemed to set in and he collapsed.