Blaine was ripped out of his seat and forced to his feet outside of the car. A second Warbler with bleach-blonde hair appeared beside him and started leading Blaine away. Kurt was so distracted by the way Blaine was being treated that he hardly noticed when the door opened on his side.

A pair of hands hooked onto Kurt's arm and dragged him out. Kurt hissed as his shoulder hit the door frame. He took a moment to balance himself, a difficult task while his arms were bound in front of him. He took a moment to look around. In front of him stood a grand building that looked like it was built in the 1800s for a wealthy robber baron. In any other situation, Kurt would have fawned over the beautiful stone walls and intricately designed glass windows.

"Let's go," the voice growled.

Kurt stumbled as someone pushed him from behind, but kept his footing. He clenched his jaw and kept his eyes trained on Blaine about thirty feet away. He began to walk automatically in the direction of Blaine and his captor, but was quickly turned away.

"Hey, Jeff! Where are you taking him?" Blaine's warbler asked the boy leading Kurt.

"To the left wing. I thought it would be better if we kept them separate in case Blaine tries anything funny."

The other warbler nodded and continued nudging Blaine. Kurt's eyebrows furrowed, worry etching itself onto his face. "No, I have to go with Blaine," he said firmly.

Jeff chuckled, "Nice try. Keep moving."

Kurt rooted himself to the spot. "No. Either I go with Blaine or I don't go anywhere at all."

Jeff sighed and grabbed one of Kurt's forearms, tugging in the opposite direction of Blaine.

Kurt was taken aback by the strength behind the Warbler's pull. Jeff was hardly his height, and at first glance appeared scrawny and easily defeated. His soft expression gave the impression that he wasn't as cruel as Sebastian, or as sly as the Warbler who greeted him and Blaine when he opened the car. However, there was more power under his Navy blazer than Kurt would have anticipated. Kurt took a few steps forward to prevent himself from falling flat on his face, and then took a more solid stance.

"Not. Without. Blaine." He gritted his teeth.

Jeff rolled his eyes and continued to pull Kurt forward, step by step. Kurt had no choice but to follow behind with stuttering steps, but he was becoming more anxious. It didn't matter that Blaine had said he didn't know what to do at this point, nor did it matter that he might not be able to do anything about their current predicament, it just felt safer to have Blaine around.

Kurt began to imagine what would happen to him once he was inside the building. Cuts like the one Sebastian had left on his face were the least of his worries. Nail pulling, teeth filing, Chinese Water Torture, every possible torture technique Kurt could think of was met with a vivid image.

Kurt's heart sped up, and he began to panic. When Jeff slacked his grip for a second, Kurt took full advantage. He tore from Jeff's grasp and brought his tied wrists up to his chest. Then, he ran.

He ran right away from a startled Jeff, making a beeline for Blaine. He shouted his boyfriend's name, causing him to whip around. Kurt could hear Jeff running behind him, quickly catching up. Blaine eyes widened and he shook his head slightly, trying to urge Kurt to turn back around. Kurt's step faltered, wondering why Blaine would want him to turn back.

With that misstep, Jeff overtook him. He barreled into Kurt, taking them both down in the process. Kurt landed hard on his elbows, wincing when Jeff's chin hit the dip on the back of his neck. The grass and dirt scratched his cheek, and Kurt was sure he cut the tip of his nose on a stick.

Kurt struggled, trying to wiggle out from under Jeff, but the captor held on.

"Shhh shh Kurt, Kurt listen," Jeff whispered, barely audible. "Trust me; I need you to trust me."

Kurt's eyes narrowed, skeptical that Jeff actually deserved his trust. "Give me a reason," Kurt shot back.

"I'm in The Company."

Kurt stopped moving and made eye contact with Jeff. He could have easily been lying, but at this point, what choice did he have?

"Fine," Kurt said reluctantly. Jeff got off of Kurt and helped him too his feet. This time Kurt let Jeff lead him away despite his desire to run back to Blaine. He glanced behind him to see Blaine disappearing through a door in the front.

When Kurt was sure no one besides Jeff was around him, he turned to the blonde. "So, where are they taking him?"

Jeff didn't answer, staring straight ahead.

Kurt bit down on his lower lip, worried that Jeff might not actually be a member of The Company. He waited for a brief moment, hoping Jeff would answer.

When he didn't Kurt began to resist again, slowing his pace and making it more broken and forced. Tensing his arm where Jeff held him, he prepared to bolt for a second time.

Jeff noticed. "Cameras" he mumbled, not making eye contact with Kurt. "Someone is always watching the cameras."

Kurt nodded slightly, understanding.

After being walked halfway around the building, Jeff finally took them to an elaborate entrance embellished with two story columns and detailed designs on the wooden door.

Jeff swiped a card, and a click came from the door. Jeff slipped the card back into his blazer pocket and he opened the door, leading Kurt inside.

The inside was exactly what Kurt was expecting from this kind of house—rich, heavy drapery, plush chairs organized around the room, and even a white, grand piano—but it was not anything like what he thought "Evil HQ" would look like. It looked like the main lobby to a five star hotel, and somehow this made Kurt somewhat less uneasy.

People who put this much effort into creating a warm atmosphere couldn't be that bad, right?

Kurt followed Jeff out of the lobby, and down a hallway. They approached an unmarked door, and Jeff led him in.

Shutting the door behind them, Jeff seemed to relax slightly. Kurt took notice of his environment. The walls were pure white, and inside there were only two chairs facing each other. It was a bit off putting to be in a small space with what seemed endless white.

Jeff sat down in one of the chairs, indicating with his hand that Kurt should do the same.

"Where are we?"

"This is the recordless room. Electronics don't work in here; signal cannot come in or out. It's the only place in Dalton where you aren't watched. Typically used for…" Jeff hesitated, "torture and information extraction."

"What are they doing to Blaine?"

"I'm not entirely sure. From what I heard, Sebastian has been wreaking havoc and boss isn't too happy about it."

"and you are really from the Company?" Kurt asked, unsure if he expected a truthful answer.

Jeff nodded, "I have been since it was created."

Kurt decided to give Jeff his trust, as opposed to spending all of his time worrying about Blaine without hearing any information. "Blaine wanted to tell me something about Sebastian before he left… do you know what it was?"

Jeff laughed. "There are so many things to tell about Sebastian, I'm not sure which one he wanted to tell you. The kid is psycho. He joined a little bit after Blaine and the rest of us left, and for some reason has had it out for Blaine since the beginning."

"They aren't going to…hurt Blaine are they?"

"I wouldn't worry too much. The Warblers are mostly talk. Half of the operatives can't even throw a punch, much less succeed in actually hurting Blaine. As long as Hunter doesn't get a hold of him…"

Kurt held back a small smile, a little proud that his boyfriend was stronger than a typical Warbler.

"So, what have you heard about why he was kidnapped?"

"Well…" Jeff began.