Kurt fell behind Jeff and Hunter. Even though Hunter had barely acknowledged his existence, Kurt couldn't help but feel like he was walking to his execution. Each step was bringing him closer to some unknown fate.

For Kurt, the worst part wasn't the fact that he was captured and bound and forced from location to location. The worst part was the complete and utter helplessness that followed him. While initially Blaine was there to offer some sense of security, now Kurt was alone and had to fend for himself.

As they turned yet another corner, an idea began to form in Kurt's mind. He glanced around the elaborate hall they were currently walking through, looking for means of escape. There were a couple of doors, but they were too far away for Kurt to slip through unnoticed.

Jeff glanced back a few times each minute to ensure Kurt was still following. He noticed Kurt eyeing the doors and tried to silently warn him against it. His wide eyes and slight shake of the head barely registered in Kurt's mind. All he could think of was getting out while he could.

Jeff knit his eyebrows together as Kurt ignored his signal. He quickened his pace so that he was arm and arm with Hunter. He quickly whispered a few words to the leader, tilting his head in Kurt's direction. Hunter stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking Kurt up and down, appraising him in a way he hadn't when they first met. Kurt could feel Hunter's eyes sliding up his body. He didn't feel violated, per se, but his gaze made Kurt uneasy at best.

Hunter gave a curt nod and turned to Jeff. "Meet me outside of interrogation room three. West wing." He side eyed Kurt again, "don't take too long."

He strode off down the hall, disappearing behind a pair of double doors.

Jeff hurried over to Kurt. "I know you're thinking about running. Don't do it," he said in a low voice.

Kurt snorted, "like you can tell me if I should run or not. I don't see you being dragged around from place to place, not knowing where you're going to end up."

Jeff offered a sympathetic look. "Look, Kurt," he began, stepping forward and grabbing is bicep. "I'm trying to help you without blowing my cover. There is only so much I can do if you run."

Kurt rolled his eyes and tried to jerk out of Jeff's grasp. The boy's grip was too tight, and Kurt huffed out a frustrated puff of air. Without warning, Jeff pulled Kurt behind a column.

"Hey! What was that-."

Jeff brought a finger too his lips, "blind spot, so they won't see me do this."

Kurt raised an eyebrow as Jeff reached inside his blazer, and tensed when he began to pull something out. Just as Kurt was prepared to make a run for it, he spotted a slip of paper.

It looked like a business card, but all that was on it was a red Dalton logo Kurt had seen in a few places around the mansion. Jeff flipped it over and dug out a pen from his blazer. He quickly sketched out the outline of a building and a small compass in the corner. He made "X" in one spot, and circled another not too far away. He then boxed off a couple areas near the edges.

When he was done, he put the pen away and handed the card to Kurt. "The "X" is where we are now. The circle is where Blaine probably is, and the squares are unmanned exits. They're hidden so they should be a little tricky to find. If you somehow manage to get Blaine with you, he'll know which exits to go to and the fastest way there." Jeff hesitated when he heard a thud in the distance. When no further noise accompanied it, he continued on. "That way is north," he pointed behind Kurt.

Kurt turned the card so that it was oriented in the right direction. He nodded.

"Thank you, Jeff. Really." He took a step back when Jeff caught his arm.

"Punch me."

"Excuse me?"

"I need you to punch me," Jeff said in a casual tone. He reached up to his hair and ran his hands through it backwards, making it look like he'd just stuck his head outside of a car speeding down the highway.

"I can't punch you."

Jeff sighed. "I can't let you walk away from me. It's too obvious. Now punch me or I will take you to Hunter right now."

Kurt balled his right hand tentatively, and pulled back. He brought it forward with mediocre force. When his knuckles connected with Jeff's jaw, the boy barely swayed.

"Come on, you won't hurt me. Just leave a mark of some sort."

Kurt tried again, this time pretending Jeff was Sebastian. His fist went a little off course, and hit Jeff in the mouth rather than the side of his face. Jeff took a step back when Kurt's hand met his bottom lip. It split open at the middle.

Jeff touched the cut gingerly and examined the spot of blood. "Good. Now kick me out from behind the column."

Kurt winced as he braced himself on his right leg and offered a swift kick to Jeff's abdomen.

Jeff fell back almost comically and clutched his stomach. Kurt stared at him for a moment.

"Run." Jeff hissed through his teeth.

Glancing down at the card, Kurt took off. He intended on going around where Blaine was likely being held, and circling back. Maybe he could find something to use as a weapon while he searched.

Sebastian shook his head placed the box on a nearby table. He then took a step closer to Blaine. "Look here," he growled, "You are going to sit in that chair quietly and I don't want to hear anything from you unless I ask. Got it?"

Blaine snorted, rolling his eyes at the Warbler, "So what if I do? You aren't going to do anything to me."

"Shut Up!" Sebastian yelled. He bent down next to Blaine and whipped out his switchblade. He then pressed it against Blaine's jugular, a growl eliciting from his throat. "You do not know what I'm capable of."

Blaine clenched his teeth together, deciding he'd rather not push Sebastian when there was only a flick of a wrist between life and death.

Sebastian smiled, and set the blade down on the floor next to him. He cupped Blaine's jaw and brought his face dangerously close. Blaine could feel his hot breath on his face, and he lost his brazen mask.

"Um, Seb?"

"Shhh shh," he brought a finger to Blaine's lips. Sebastian waited a moment before patting Blaine on the cheek and standing back up and crossing the room. "I'm not supposed to do anything to you anyway. I just did the dirty work."

Blaine blinked in a stunned silence.

Sebastian returned to the cardboard container and began rifling through it.

Slowly, the smile returned to Blaine's face. When Sebastian glanced up, he saw a wild grin on Blaine's face. He raised an eyebrow in question and Blaine began to laugh. Sebastian sighed with exasperation and returned to his previous task.

"You still have a crush don't you?" Blaine asked once his laughter died down.

Sebastian hesitated as he pulled out a metal clamp. He fumbled a bit for words. "H-how typical. Mr. Perfect thinks everyone is in love with him."

"You don't deny it."

"I didn't confirm it either."

"I bet Hunter isn't going to be pleased once he hears about this."

Sebastian pressed his lips into a tight line. Blaine could see that the tips of his ears tinged with pink.

Sebastian took a deep breath.

"He isn't going to hear anything because there's nothing to hear, Blaine."

"Nightbird! It's Nightbird. Nightbird the nocturnal fucking avenger. Honestly is it that hard?"

Sebastian didn't answer as he unscrewed a metal container and shook some screws into his hand. He placed them next to the clamp.

Both boys turned when they heard the door click open. Sebastian was reaching for his gun holster when he recognized the newcomer.

"Sebastian, we have a problem." Hunter began, low and menacing.

"Don't worry, I've got him tied down well and good this time around."

Hunter barely acknowledged Blaine, who had shrunk down in his seat.

"Blaine isn't the problem. It's you."