Plan B.

Threaten the little twerp with the safety of his of his playmate. He'll do anything to keep him from harm. Last time you had nothing to hold over his head. Now you have this, he'll behave. He'll step in line and he'll keep his mouth shut. And if he doesn't, you won't hesitate to act; I'll make sure of that.

Dan nodded his head in agreement and looked at his watch. Why wasn't Blaine home yet? It's been hours. He needed to put this plan in action as soon as possible, just so he could start feeling like he had his life fully under control again. He fingered the phone in his pocket. The style and shape not suiting his taste. He's willing to bet any amount of money that Janet doesn't even know it's missing. She's not as hyper aware of her cell phone as some people are. He's glad that worked to his advantage; he could easily keep tabs on her this way. Suddenly an idea hit him, he knows just how to get Blaine home.

Do it. That will get him home. The boy adores his mother.

As quickly as he thought it Dan shot off a text from Janet's phone to Blaine.

Blaine hunny, I know you're at Kurt's, but could you come home for a sec, it's an emergency.

That should do it.

Get ready.

For what? I'm just gonna threaten him. I don't need anything for that.

You fool. Didn't you learn last time Jr.? The boy throws a mean punch; you need something that will keep him pliant. Get the gun.

"But isn't that extreme?" Dan was startled into speaking out loud.

You're not fucking it up this time Jr. If this gets out of hand, I will step in. No questions. And I will get the job done.

Wait, if I hurt him in anyway, his mom will see, it will completely fuck everything up that I worked so hard to build these past months.

Whatever the consequences, I'm sure with a little help from him, once you got him under control of course, you can convince everyone otherwise. Maybe say this is a bad neighborhood. Even getting Janet to move for the safety of her son. Therefore moving him away from the disease here. You have enough pull for him to believe you can get to Kurt no matter where you are.

Well then, that's a good point. Dan went to get the pistol out of his bag in the living room and took the safety off.

Just then a key started scraping at the door. Dan edged into the hallway leading to the front door; the gun poised in his hands...

He's fast.

That's why he excels at track.

"I'm at my doorstep love." Blaine's voice drifted through the sliver of open door way.

He's talking to the boy.

Why the fuck couldn't he just be straight? Are we ever gonna be rid of this shit?

When we straighten him out tonight it will be better.

"What the-" Blaine opened the door and stared at him dumbfounded.

"Drop the phone on the floor Blaine, right in front of you, now." Dan said with an eerie calm.

Blaine did as he was told. What the fuck? His father had a gun pointed toward him, and he had no doubt whatsoever that he wouldn't hesitate to use it. And where the fuck was his mom? The barely concealed something he sensed from his dad these passed months showed itself. In his eyes there was a wild insanity, but his demeanor was cool, calm... He was dangerous, extremely, especially with a weapon. Blaine didn't know how, but he needed to get the fuck out of here, fast.

Dan kicked the phone into the opposite wall.

"Now son, we have some things to discuss... Move away from the door and close it."

Blaine closed the door without turning his back to his dad and hedged further into the hall. How the fuck was he getting out of this? Had this creep hurt his mom?

"Where is mother?"

"You have a lot to learn. But no worries, I will teach you. You will learn Blaine."

"Where the fuck is my mother?" Blaine repeated in a low cautious voice.

"She's where she's suppose to be little one, her phone, however, is not."

Little one? That name caught him off guard. His grandfather used to call him that.

In that moment though, Blaine knew he was tricked. A sliver of relief ran through him; his mom was safe. But how is he getting out of this one? He spotted his phone and saw it was still going. Could Kurt hear all of this? Fuck. He didn't want Kurt within 2 fucking yards of this place right now. He shuffled towards it.

"Uh uh, naughty boy." His father taunted as he reached the phone first and stomped on it causing the pieces to fall apart.

Another sliver of relief ran through Blaine. Kurt wouldn't hear what was going on. But he's betting that Kurt at least knows something is wrong. Before he knew it, panic started rising. If Kurt thought something was wrong, then he was heading straight here. It's what he would have done had the roles been reversed. He would have plunged in without a second thought to his safety or even to call authorities. He prayed Kurt wasn't like him in this respect; but there was dread, heavy in the pit of his stomach.

His legs needed to move faster. He needed to get there. He knew something wasn't right! Why didn't Blaine listen to him? What the fuck has Blaine walked in on? What kinda trouble was he in? Tears began to fall from Kurt's eyes as Blaine's house came into view. He could hear Blaine; he could hear him, relief washed through his body. If he's talking then he can't be hurt too badly if he even is at all. Kurt ran to the porch and knocked at the door.

"Blaine? Blaine! Open the door. Are you okay?"

The voices inside the house became quiet. Kurt decided to use the key under the mat.

"What do you want?" Blaine spat. His eyes searched the room for a weapon and alighted on the fireplace poker. He started to circle his way from the door; towards it. His father started circling with him, without even a thought.

This was a showdown, and Dan was confident in his weapon and strategy. As far as he's concerned he'd have his son cornered by the end of this. Right where he wanted him.

Blaine knew he really shouldn't push his father while he's currently holding a gun, however he can't help but feel frustrated with himself and the situation. This shouldn't be happening. He knew better. He used to analyze every move, word and action. If he had done that he could have seen what Kurt was saying to him. His mom was at work and half the time she doesn't even know where her phone is. He had become complacent; he doesn't even know how he managed that with this deranged motherfucker living with him. He was pissed.

"Oh, just something that requires the barest amount of effort from you son."

"And what makes you think I'd do anything you say, gun pointing at my head or not?"

"Oh, you know, just the little fact that I can make your precious little lover's life a living hell if you do not comply."

Blaine froze. Fuck. Fuck! Not Kurt.

"He has nothing to do with anything. Leave him out of this."

"Au Contraire little one. He has everything to do with everything."

Dan smiled and it made his face look manic. Blaine took a deliberate step to his right. Just a little more...

"Listen to me carefully. If you wish for Kurt to live in peace and safety, you will stop seeing him, you will agree when I suggest to your mother that we should move from this godforsaken place, you will cut all ties with that family; no contact whatsoever, you will be normal. Do you understand? I will have my family back!"

Dan's breathing was coming in short bursts by this time. Blaine continued to look at him calmly, even though his insides where in a state of panic.

"If you do not comply, Blaine, you will be sorry. I'm tired of waiting for you to come around, I've tried the diplomatic way, I've tried to win you over. That didn't work. But this will. You know I have the power and influence to make Kurt's life a living hell for him and his family. So this is all your choice. Either way, we are going to be a family again."

Dan looked at Blaine. He could practically see the cogs working in his son's head.

"Don't even think about it Blaine. No one will believe you if you tell them of this plot, I'm a changed man, remember? I've done nothing recently that would lead them to even consider this whole thing to be an idea of mine. Think carefully about what you are going to do."

Blaine felt his heart twisting. He'd do anything to keep Kurt safe. Anything. And it looks like it will mean that he will literally have to cut his heart and betray his soul. Make Kurt believe that He wants nothing to do with him and move to God knows where, just to keep him happy, safe.

"And you guarantee he will be safe? No harm will come to him."

"Yes I promise your little princess will be okay. Of course he wouldn't be that anymore, now would he..." Dan trailed off as he heard shuffling outside the door.

"Blaine?" Blaine blood felt like it froze all over his body. No, not Kurt. Go home baby please! He pleaded in his mind. But Kurt didn't go home.

"Blaine! Open the door. Are you okay?" Go home baby, go home please, go home baby... Blaine was chanting in his head. He wanted to scream it, but that wouldn't be in anyone's best interest.

Dan waited until Kurt entered the room before settling his gun between his son and the boy ruining his life, just to make it easier to move from one to the other.

"Well well, what do we have here? Close the door Kurt and do come on in. It's rude to just linger on the threshold like that."

"Come on, let's be quick. I bet Pippin has Blaine over here. I may be a lot of things but a cockblock isn't one of them." Sky declared as she opened the front door to her house. Davy looked at her in amusement. She never fails to crack him up.

"Okay let's hurry and get back to the girls. Where's your laptop?" Davy asked.

"In Pippin's room. He was transferring some of the books on there to his flash drive. I don't even know how I forgot it, I mean was I gonna spend the whole weekend without tumblr? Impossible!"

Davy let out a full-bodied laugh on that one. The girls were obsessed with tumblr. So sleeping over his house for a weekend without her laptop was not an option for Sky.

"Pippin?" Sky was at Kurt's room door. It was turned but not shut, so she pushed it open.

"Well then. It looks like a hurricane went through here." Davy observed as he scanned the room in complete disarray.

"Yeah, hurricane Klaine. Look at the sheets. I should write a 'congrats on the sex' note cause lord knows I can't bake if my life depended on it." Sky said in an awed tone.

"Where are they though? I don't hear a shower, we passed the kitchen, and Kurt wouldn't leave his room like this to go anywhere." Davy said, troubled.

"Wait, there's his phone." Sky picked up her brother's phone from his bed. "Well that explains why my calls went unanswered. I don't like this D. Pippin never leaves his phone anywhere. Something is wrong."

"We don't know that Fuzz. Maybe we're overreacting. He may be at Blaine's." Davy tried to quell the panic he could feel rising in Sky.

"Without his phone D? Look at this place; does it look very Kurt-like to you? Something is wrong." Sky hastily searched the recent calls folder in Kurt's phone. "The last person he talked to was Blaine." She said, a little relieved.

"Okay then, it's likely he's there. Call and find out." Davy said.

Sky pressed the call button on Blaine's number. It went right to voicemail.

"Voicemail. Try on your phone D." Davy followed her instructions.

"I got voicemail too..." Davy looked at the intensified worry in Sky's face. And to tell the truth he was getting a bit worried too.

"I'm sure it's fine." He tried reassuring her, but he didn't even sound certain to his own ears. Of course they could be worried for nothing, and everything could be just fine. But this just doesn't... feel right.

"I'm going to Blaine's, and if they aren't there, I'm calling Dad. Pippin wouldn't go anywhere without letting me know first D. So many years of co-existing taught us to have each other's backs. When Finn came along, it was the same. We cover for each other. If he wanted a get away with Blaine, he would have said so. Something is not right." Sky said worriedly, but determined. "Why don't you grab the laptop, head back to the girls, and tell them I- "

"Wait, wait, you just told me that you think something's up and you expect me to not come with you? That's not happening."

"But-"

"Not happening Fuzz. Let's go." Davy grabbed Sky's hand and headed for the door.

Kurt pushed the door closed behind him and looked down the barrel of the gun pointed at his face with alarm. He looked over to Blaine and saw the panic in his eyes. Had Mr. Anderson lost his mind? What the hell was he doing with a gun?

"Mr. Anderson... What... What are you doing?" Kurt asked in a tentative voice.

"Oh we- Blaine and I - were having an important conversation, and I'm actually very glad you could join us. Maybe you will help make up Blaine's mind for him... Or better yet, even go for a proposition yourself."

Kurt glanced toward Blaine and saw him take a deliberate step toward what looked like a fireplace poker. In that instant he resolved to keep Mr. Anderson distracted, just enough so Blaine could get the poker.

"What... What proposition would that be?"

"Well, for starters, if Blaine takes one more step toward that fireplace poker, I'm gonna blow your brains out right here."

Blaine froze. Fuck! How the hell...

"I have eyes in the back of my head little one."

"Why are you calling me that? Grandpa Anderson used to call me that." It was the only thing Blaine could come up with right now. He was so stunned that his father knew what he was doing. He thought he was being so careful, and now he can see the panic that he knows is on his face, reflected back at him through Kurt's eyes. Fuck.

"I still call you that."

Wait... I?

"Let me, father. I can still handle this." Dan scolded.

What the actual fuck was going on here? Blaine's expression changed from panic to confused in a half a second.

"Now Kurt, Do you love my son?"

"Yes, I do." Kurt answered with conviction.

"Do you care about his safety?"

"Of course." Kurt answered.

"Then this is what I need you to do.

Stay. Away. From. Him.

If you want him not to hurt, to be safe, then you stay the fuck away from him. I am back now, I will be there day in and day out, he cannot hide from me anymore, and if you continue to see each other, contact each other in anyway, I will make him feel unimaginable pain, Kurt. Trust me I will. I will do whatever it takes to fix this family, and this is what it takes. Before you even try to think of a way around this, let me assure you there isn't one. No one will believe I am even capable of anything remotely near to this, I've turned over a new leaf, remember? Besides this just happens to be between us. No one else."

Kurt's mouth was a gape at Dan's words. He cannot be serious.

"You can't be serious." Kurt echoed his thoughts shakily. He can't lose Blaine. He just convinced himself that he could actually get to keep him. Get to be with him. Now this. There's no denying he'll do whatever to keep him safe though. Whatever it took.

"Oh I'm very serious Kurt, very much so."

"You can't do this." Blaine's voice sounded like a hiss.

"Who exactly is gonna stop me from doing this son? Who can?" Dan smirked at Blaine's angry scowl. He's knows exactly how to get that scowl off his face. He grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him in front of his person aiming the gun point blank at his temple. In that same instant Blaine reached for the poker.

"Now how did I know you were gonna go for that anyway, even after I warned you? Do you really want the contents of Kurt's pretty little head all over your mother's floor?"

Blaine slowly shook his head.

"Then drop it, and put your hands where I can see them."

Blaine dropped the poker at his feet and raised his hands.

"That's it Jr. You're getting it."

"Really? I'm thinking maybe this is going too far."

"Nothing is too far if it means getting back your family Jr. Nothing."

Kurt and Blaine both stared at Dan with their mouths open. Dan Anderson was talking aloud to himself, except the voices really sounded like two different people. Blaine was more astonished than anything, because he recognized that second voice. He knew who that was. WHAT THE FUCK?

"Look, the light is on. May be he is over here and he just forgot his phone." Davy said trying to shake the feeling of foreboding he had.

"Let's just... Let's just make sure." Sky responded. The two silently went up the steps and unto the porch. Davy was about to knock when Sky held his hand back and looked through the window. She saw Blaine, but his hand where up in front of him. Much like the position one would be in if you wanted to show you weren't armed. He had a bewildered, panic stricken look to his face. This couldn't be good. She moved a little more to her right and Blaine father came into view. With Pippin in front of him. And a gun to Pippin's head.

Sky had never felt like her world was really ending before now. Not when she broke her wrist falling from a tree, or sprained her ankle (again) climbing out her room window or even when she lost her mom. Pippin was the reason for that. He was always there. A constant in her life. And now some fucker was pointing a gun to his head? No fucking way.

"Call 911. Now." She said to Davy lowly. Davy didn't even question her; he dialed the number immediately.

"Hello emergency? We have a situation on-"

She didn't stick around to hear the rest. She wrenched the door open and ran to jump on Mr. Anderson's back, hoping that surprise would be on her side. Several things happened at once. Blaine made a grab for the fireplace poker at his feet. Davy screamed for Sky to come back, and Kurt lost his footing due to Sky's tackle and fell to the ground.

However.

All went still when a single gunshot tore through the air from the tangled mess that was Sky and Mr. Anderson.

Sky eased off with a grunt holding someplace near her shoulder, her eyes drooping, while Dan struggled to get up. Blaine used the poker to pin him to the ground; this asshole wasn't going anywhere. Kurt gathered his bearings and rushed toward Sky.

Davy saw Sky down on the floor; and he saw blood. A lot of blood. Blood that he prayed to everything wasn't hers, but deep down he knew it was. "BRING AN AMBULANCE!" He screamed into his cell phone before dropping it and starting toward the inside of the house.

"Merry! MERRY! Wake hunny please. Please! SKYLAR! WAKE UP! Kurt was hysterical, but he knew she couldn't hear him anymore. He couldn't stop his tears from falling. He moved Sky's hand from her shoulder and replaced it with his, putting more pressure on the wound. She was bleeding out too fast. And was now completely unresponsive.

Davy dropped to his knees at Sky's side. Tears streaming down his face. He held her blood stained hands and started chanting over and over in her ear:

"Skylar-chan, Watashi ni modotte kuru, Aishiteru. Come back to me, Skylar-chan, Come back to me. Watashi ni modotte kuru; Aishiteru, Skylar-chan. Come back to me; Come back to me....

No one even really heard the sirens in the distance...