Ice cold water hit porcelain skin like lightning, jolting Kurt awake from the sleep he had barely drifted into. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, his body too cold to exhort the scream he so desperately wanted to echo around these four walls. His body convulsed, shivers running through every inch of his thin limbs while his teeth chattered, faint blue eyes staring down at the residual water where half formed ice cubes still floated around him. He was finding it harder and harder to breath, willing his body to warm up even just a little.

The heavy door slammed shut while the guards laughed and mocked him then tapped their canes against the door to get his attention.

"Get in the corner and face the wall, fairy." Yelled one of the guards.

Stumbling only once, Kurt dragged his body off the floor, shuddering when more ice cubes and streaks of chilled water ran off him and turned to the corner. His ears picked up when he heard one of the guards taking his leave as a commotion started up at the far end of the corridor, leaving the one guard to attend to him.

Kurt was aware. He realised at that moment how clear the world was, how clear his head was and though his memory was still foggy, his physical body felt strong. He felt fresh and awake, which he shouldn't be with the amount of the drug he'd been given. This was his chance. He didn't know if he'd feel this sober, this clean again... he had to take a chance.

As the door opened again, he heard the normal command to keep his eyes on the wall, which he did, only to concentrate on his hazy memories of the uniform the guards wore. Black pants, white shirt, black tie, topped with a black, red brimmed hat matching the red leather gloves they wore. Swipe card on a chain inside their black jacket pocket, cane resting in a belt loop, gun in a holster on the other side, with some, including his guard, wearing a large dagger on a loop just behind the gun. Kurt would have to be quick.

A hand on his shoulder was his sign. Reaching up, Kurt grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, knocking the guard's head into the concrete wall. The confusion and disorientation allowed Kurt to wrap his legs around the guard's waist and push back on his jugular with the chain between his cuffs. The sound of the guard choking, gasping and wheezing for air only spurred Kurt on to lock his legs around the guard's stomach and yank his upper body backwards to increase the pressure on his neck, gritting his teeth as he tried to pull harder and harder.

The guard's arms were flailing back to try and grab Kurt, giving up to pull at his wrists but Kurt held firm. The guard spun to slam Kurt's body against the wall, losing his own breath before recovering quickly, a dim light flickering through his eyes. Unlocking his legs and pushing on the guard's back, Kurt sent him flying to the floor with a sickening crack from his now distorted neck.

Trying to control his heavy breathing, Kurt listened out for anyone approaching, but the ruckus from down the corridor seemed to have everyone's attention. With quick fingers, Kurt removed the guard's pants, jacket and shirt, promptly shuffling into the trousers, turning up the bottoms and tightening the belt as tight as he could, still finding them baggy, then threw on the shirt, buttoning up a couple of the buttons. Snapping the swipe card from the jacket, he placed that in his shirt pocket, then picked up the dagger and gun, attaching them to his belt before slipping over to the door and listening out for anyone.

Sucking in his lips, Kurt slowly pulled the door open, sighing in relief when it didn't make much noise and shimmied through the small gap he made then pulling the door closed. Looking around, Kurt pushed at his memory to remember the way out, but instead decided for now to move in the other direction to the commotion still building. On his tiptoes, Kurt bounded down the narrow corridor, passed many cells, all holding male humans in various states of exhaustion then tucked into a small alcove by the stairwell to listen out for anyone.

Holding his breath, Kurt waited as a group of six guards rushed up the stairs and passed him, firing into the crowd causing all the commotion. Kurt knew people would die, and those who survived would be either killed, thrown to the werewolves or tortured; just like the ten men who started a fight three days ago. Once the last of the group had passed by, Kurt snuck round the bend and leant over the banister to make sure no one was coming up, with a quick look up to see if anyone was coming down Kurt raced as quietly as he could down the stairs.

If he remembered from the view in his cell, he was on the sixth floor, so as he went, Kurt counted down the set of stairs, scared that if he lost count, he'd end up in the basement and he did not want to go back there. Down there was kept the boiler room where Kurt had to spend two hours, the vacuum room among others and they also kept the dogs down there; a lot of the older humans had scars on their arms and legs from those vicious hounds.

Kurt carefully prised the door on the ground floor open, peering through to look around. The corridor split off in three directions, each one ending in a set of double doors and Kurt didn't have a clue which way led to the exit. He tried to trudge the details from his memory but it was no use, this was going to be all about luck, because if he got caught, there was no way of out running these vampires.

Having not heard anyone, Kurt stepped out into the corridor and on tip toes decided to go straight ahead. With each door he passed, Kurt ducked his head and held his breath, occasionally checking through the small window to see what was going on. Most of the rooms were empty; training rooms for the humans or offices filled with filing cabinets. Kurt's heartbeat was pounding against his chest causing his breath to wheeze with his anxiety but his heart stopped when the door ahead of him opened.

One of the therapists stepped out holding a clipboard, draped in a white coat when he noticed Kurt. Before he could call out for help, Kurt had lunged at him, pulling out his dagger and thrusting it through the vampire's throat. Even as the vampire went still beneath him, panic still shot through Kurt's body as he watched the blood spill around him and heard muffled voices heading his way.

Quick on his feet, Kurt dashed through the corridors, the care of hiding his position now gone in favour of getting out without being caught. Kurt pulled out the gun, ready to fire if anyone got in his way. 'Through the head' Kurt whispered to himself, knowing anywhere else he shot would be wasted.

Kurt caught the sight of natural light seeping through one the doors but as he pushed against it, it didn't budge. Panicked by the voices getting louder and louder behind him, Kurt fumbled to get the swipe key out of his pocket, slipping through his quivering fingers and to the floor. Quickly, Kurt reached for it and swiped it through the lock, but the light remained red. Looking behind him to the approaching sounds of angry vampires, Kurt begged the key to work this time, gasping with shock relief as the light turned green and he threw the door open running straight down the corridor towards the blinding natural light.

Running through the reception, ignoring the shocked looks on the female behind the desk, Kurt raced through the front door and out onto the open fields. An alarm sounded from the farm but he didn't stop or look back but he could hear the vampires behind him, shouting after him to stop. Kurt knew he was going to be caught now; there was no way he'd be able to out run a vampire, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Turning on his heel, he raised the gun, aiming it at the crowd of guards heading towards him and with a blink of his eyes, Kurt was able to focus in on one vampire running at him, but what surprised Kurt was it seemed as if the vampire was running at normal speeds. Without delay he fired at the vampire, the bullet lodging in his skull and sending him spiralling to the ground. A rush went over Kurt's head and suddenly, all the vampires were moving too quick for Kurt to catch, so he turned and ran as fast as he could.

A vampire pulled up at Kurt's side, long fangs on display, but again, Kurt could follow his movements, watching as the vampire ran ahead to stopped in Kurt's path. Pulling the gun out in front of him, Kurt watched the vampire move to the right to dodge the bullet, but again, Kurt followed him, firing into his skull and jumping over the falling body.

Kurt wasn't sure what was going on, he shouldn't be able to see the vampires when they moved at their top speeds. He'd watched others try to escape and the first you see of any vampire is when they have the human trapped on the ground, screaming for help, begging for their life. So why could he see them? Could it be that this was why they were scared of him before, why they kept him drugged? Had Kurt tapped into the threads of magic he held in his pixie blood?

Kurt scooted round another vampire but fell to the floor when his ankle is grabbed and all too fast a foot collides with Kurt's head and then his stomach, causing him to cry out and curl on himself, his hands coming up to protect his head. His vision was spinning, a siren going off inside his head while voices argued above him. As Kurt tried to move to his knees another foot flew into his side; the vampire's strength enough to break a rib, the sickening sound willing Kurt to throw up his empty stomach.

Kurt tried to look past the feet stomping around him, towards the gate that was in arm's reach. He'd been so close, he didn't care what was waiting for him on the other side of that gate, at least he'd be out of here. But he didn't make it, and now he was at the mercy of these monsters. He wanted to cry, but he had yet to shed a tear in front of these vampires in two weeks and he wasn't going to start now.

A hand fists in Kurt's hair, yanking his neck back and all too quickly the world goes black as he's blindfolded while his hands are handcuffed behind his back. A large hand grips his chin, forcing his head up high, choking him slightly and a cold breath, edged with a growl sweeps across his warm cheeks.

"You little shit." Growled Hunter, "Looks like someone can use his fairy dust after all. You want out? Believe me you're better off here than with the fuckers I'm going to invite to your auction."

Another foot into his stomach would've had Kurt curling up on the floor again if it weren't for the hand still gripping his hair and the groans and coughs it caused only resulted in the vampires around laughing at him. Kurt knew he was in trouble now. He was going to be sold, which meant he could end up anywhere, with anyone and if that happened, it would cement his fate to remain drugged up and chained up until he was drained dry. His only glimmer of light was the hazel eyed man from before coming back for him.

A charming smile was Blaine's departing act as he waved off his three lady companions he'd shared his lunch with. A business lunch, discussing the fair taking place in the park in three weeks, including such topics as security and the boarder lines for each area divided up between the various faculties. Blaine didn't really have time for this, but it kept the wives of all his colleagues happy to have Blaine look over their final plans and sign them off; even if it did interrupt the only time in the day he had to try and relax.

Stopping by a blood stand, Blaine ordered a cup of warm blood, his eyes only flickering to the group of humans in a fenced off area behind the stand once; a frequent sight in this and other cities. It would be like a hot dog stand in a human town, where the owner would have a box of uncooked hot dogs to the side in anticipation of the huge number of customers that day.

Handing over his money, Blaine thanked the elderly gentleman and shuffled through the midday crowd towards the theatre. He smiled to a group of women who waved to him, his visible fangs causing a couple of the women to giggle and rub at their necks where sat a strong black inked 'F'. They were freed humans, carrying on their lives independently, free from a vampire master, but even as freed humans, they would still attend the blood parties for the extra cash. Blaine recognised the small brunette who was blushing fiercely, from a party he attended with one of the neighbouring Governors a few months ago.

Sipping from his cup, Blaine waved to a few other passersby and to some of the shop owners on his way down the main high street. Blaine knew he was known as a bit of a charmer, but just being a charmer didn't get you the notoriety he had. He'd worked hard to make this city fair and free for anyone who lived here. It was one of the reasons he didn't like the blood banks, it was a part of the vampire society he couldn't change; set in place by the Count, his word was final, and Blaine's only way to bring about change in the blood banks is through consultation with the Count... something Blaine wasn't keen on doing.

Finishing his drink off, he threw the cup into a bin, forcing back his shoulder blades to straighten his back as his body warms to the feel of the blood and the strength it gives him. All he gave was a slight nod to the man on the door of the grand theatre before pushing the double doors aside and stepping through past the bar, stopping when he hears quiet music playing through the doors leading to the main theatre room. A warm smile graced his lips as he listened to the voice filtering through the doors, a deep serene voice echoing around the room, while the gentle strum on a guitar merges with that voice perfectly.

When the curtain's call

Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made

Don't want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't want to hide the truth

Slowly, Blaine opened one of the doors and slipped through, not wanting to alert Nick who stands strong on the stage, eyes closed and head tilted slightly as he sings his heart out while strumming his bright red guitar. Dressed casually in a black t-shirt and baggy jeans he looked very relaxed, letting the music wash over him, and Blaine would've believed it if not for the red bite marks on his neck, fresh and still seeping slightly. Nick had gone through the drug training and didn't need it now when taking the bite of a vampire, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt just the slightest. Spotting the tuft of blonde hair in the front row, Blaine quietly made his way down the aisle towards Jeff.

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

Blaine tapped Jeff on the shoulder before settling into the seat next to him, dragging his finger across the corner of his own mouth, smirking when Jeff's eyes widen and he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth followed by a bashful grin. Turning back to the stage they both watch as Nick becomes stronger and stronger with every line he sings, eyes still closed to the world.

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

Blaine thought back to Kurt as Nick sung. He did want to save Kurt, he did want to save that light he saw, but what would he be risking if he forced Hunter to release him and what would people think if he bought Kurt; something he never wanted to do. Everyone knew Blaine wasn't a fan of the farms and didn't keep a human from the farms as a mark of his displeasure in the way they treated them. Blaine pulled himself out of his thoughts to listen to Nick as his voice filled the room, full of passion.

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide

Nick's eyes shot open as not one but two sets of hands applauded his efforts, smiling brightly at his audience and giving a little bow before putting his guitar down and jumping down from the stage. Jeff stepped up to help him down, arms wrapping around his waist and kissing him with a content moan, Nick's own hands holding Jeff into the kiss while threading through his hair.

"You were amazing. You'll kill it tonight." Jeff was jumping on the balls of his feet.

"Thanks. It feels weird not singing that with you though. It's a shame you can't come." Nick pouted.

"You're the one who made this a human only party." Jeff nudged him playfully, smiling brightly.

"I know... it's just we sung that song together back at Dalton and we've always sung it together."

"Hey, you'll do great, you sang it perfectly just now and tonight with the crowds cheering you on, you'll kill it."

Nick smiled at Jeff, kissing him tenderly, "Thank you." Turning to Blaine, Nick's smile widened, pulling out of Jeff's arms and giving Blaine a big hug, however Blaine found himself having to turn away from Nick's neck and the two open wounds tempting him in. He caught Jeff watching him, a cheeky fang poking out as a warning to Blaine to back off. It wasn't a menacing warning, Blaine had fed from Nick since Jeff claimed him, it was a warning that now wasn't the time with Jeff only just feeding from him and the night Nick would have ahead of him, singing to a fully packed theatre for two hours.

"Jeff's right, you sounded fantastic, not that'd I'd expect any less." Blaine smiled as they pulled apart.

"Thank you. I still get so nervous about these shows, I just had to come down and practice and see what the acoustics were like, even though I was only here a week ago." Nick grinned, rubbing over the wounds on his neck.

"But you feel better now, right?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, much better. I can relax now." Nick sighed, taking a seat in the front row.

"So, what brings you here?" Jeff asked, passing Nick a bottle of water.

"Just needed a break from the office and everyone associated with that building. You weren't supposed to be here." Blaine sighed, pointing and glaring at Jeff.

"Should I leave then?" Jeff grinned.

"No. Nick will just pout and mope around if I kick you out." Blaine grinned at the blush he could still get out of his friend.

"What's going on there?" Nick asked, changing the subject.

Blaine shook his head, sitting next to Nick, "It's this whole Kurt thing. I've been going through everything I can to find a way to reassign Hunter, but the problem is that I don't really want any of the alternates as Head of Security. It pains me to say it but Hunter's good at his job. Then Wes is constantly coming into my office telling me about every dead end he comes up against and it's just... it's draining to listen to how little I can do for Kurt."

"Is there nothing Wes can do?" Jeff asked, sitting on the other side of Nick, clasping his hand over his.

"He's got one avenue he's investigating, it's just long winded and I don't know if we have the time for that." Blaine sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. Even though vampires didn't need the sleep other species needed, he had still only got around a couple of hours last night, his mind too preoccupied with the pixie who was dominating his life right now.

"David's on the outlook though for any auctions or sales and if he spots anything, he'll let you know." Jeff spoke up.

"I know... I'm going to go back tonight. Just to check on him and speak with Hunter; see if I can get any more information from either of them."

"Want me to come with you? Make sure you behave?" Jeff offered.

Blaine shook his head, "Nah, I'll be okay. I promise not to rip his head off." Blaine smiled, still a little ashamed of the way he reacted before.

"As long as you're sure, I don't mind." Jeff pushed.

"Thank you, Jeff. But I'll be okay." Blaine repeated.

"When you get Kurt out of there, he's going to be very confused if he is on the level of drugs you said he was. I don't mind sticking around and helping him out. I know what he's going through and it might help to have another human around him to help him understand what's going on and the rules of this city." Nick offered, taking Blaine's hand in his, squeezing gently, trying to comfort his friend.

"I'd appreciate that, Nick, thank you." Blaine smiled, squeezing the hand back.

"Oh so you'll accept his help but not mine? And I thought we were friends." Jeff teased, crossing his arms in mock hurt.

"Behave, vamp." Nick scolded, unable to hide his smirk.

Jeff raised his hands in defence while standing to brush down his black suit pants, picking up the matching jacket from his seat and shuffling into it, "Alright, Blaine, about time we got back to the office."

Blaine nodded, bidding Nick goodbye and walking back to the office with Jeff, while his mind wandered to the blood bank and the pixie locked away inside.

Tapping away on the old wood of Hunter's desk, Blaine waited impatiently for him. Arriving about an hour ago, Blaine had been ushered through to this office and told that Hunter would join him shortly. And so, Blaine waited, noting that the window had been repaired already while wondering how long it would be until he broke it again; he wouldn't be surprised if that happened tonight.

He had already flicked through Hunter's binders, searching the files for something, anything that would show Hunter for the liar and fraudster he was and free Kurt from this place, but Hunter was more than thorough. Kurt's, or as he was known here, John Smith's file had everything it needed to pass in front of a jury, but what had Blaine frowning was the most recent file which wasn't there when Wes took a photocopy.

It reported that Kurt had killed four vampires in an attempt to escape and was to be held in isolation until his next review. However his next review wasn't listed. Blaine pondered this new event, wondering how Kurt was able to take down four vampires while having had only one night to overcome the effects of the amount of the drug he'd been given. Was Hunter's worry of him using his abilities as a pixie realised?

Blaine looked up as Hunter entered the room, visible fangs a reflection of the foul mood he was so clearly in. He gave Blaine a quick nod before unbuttoning his jacket and pouring himself a drink.

"You want anything?" Hunter muttered.

"No thank you." Blaine returned.

Sitting down behind his desk, Hunter downed the drink, slamming the glass down on the wood.

"Bad day?" Blaine asked

"Awful." Hunter quipped in.

"What happened?"

"I forwarded the report to your office but I only got round to doing that two hours ago so you probably haven't seen it. That pixie decided to make an escape this morning while my officers were busy trying to stop one the humans from attacking the others with a knife; from where he got that I do not know. In his escape, John killed one therapist and three guards and got to the far gate before we caught up with him. God damn pixie could see us."

"See us?"

"He could see us when we were running; at top speed. The little fucker said he couldn't use his abilities. Fucking liar." Hunter growled, his fangs extending further, "And all today I've had to deal with unruly humans thinking they can take us on and not do their chores. I had to put five down to show them that I was serious in my threats. Fucking money down the drain."

Blaine couldn't hold back the frown at Hunter's ease at killing the humans, "How are things now?"

"Better. Everyone's behaving and the pixie is being dealt with. I'm having to put on some bigger auctions at the end of the week to recoup my costs but they should bring in some good money." A small smile spread across Hunter's face.

"Is the pixie in those auctions?" Blaine had to ask.

Hunter's green eyes met Blaine's, "Yes." There was that grin again.

"Which one?" Blaine asked, trying to stay calm.

"Friday evening at seven. Why? You want in?" Hunter's grin was bringing Blaine's blood to a boil.

"Add me in." Blaine forced out, knowing that Wes wouldn't be able to get all his data together in three days.

"Five thousand sects."

"What?" Blaine yelled, eyes wide.

"I have to make sure I only have the best of the best in that auction. I'm not letting that murderer go for nothing, so I have an entry fee." Hunter explained, his grin still there.

"Fine." Blaine forced out, filling in the monetary form Hunter hands over, then takes the pass he gives him, putting it securely in his pocket.

"Oh, and I accept your apology." Hunter added, filing away the form.

Blaine glared at Hunter, wanting to bite back but holding his tongue, Wes' words ringing through his head and also the want and need to make sure Kurt was alright, especially with what happened this morning. He'd be checking David's records tomorrow to make sure the auction was real, knowing that David couldn't have known about this auction if it was only processed after today's events.

"I want a room with him." Blaine forced out.

"He's off limits. Now that he's put into the auction, I want to starve the bidders of his blood. It will make them bid higher." Hunter explained, a slight lick of the lips a clear indication that he only cared for the money.

"Then I want to see him. Make sure he's being cared for properly." Blaine insisted.

"Can't do that, you're a bidder-"

"I am also Governor, Hunter! I may not be able to stop what you do here but I can make sure that every one of these humans and the pixie are taken care of in accordance with the rules set in place." Blaine yelled, slamming a closed fist on the desk, "Now take me to him." It was a demand this time, reinforced with the baring of his long pearly white fangs.

It was as they stepped into the elevator on the ground floor of the farm and Hunter pressed for the second level basement that he spoke up again, coughing and shrugging his shoulders back.

"I should warn you, since I know you've never been down into a farm's basement before. On the second level is where we keep anyone in solitary confinement. There are five down here at the moment including John. I have one female in the boiler room because she refused to have sexual intercourse with one the males; she's been in there for sixteen hours. I have two males in the room with the dogs, they've been in there for thirty six hours in their separate cages. I have another female hanging from her thumbs in another room and all of them are screamers, so expect noise when we get down there."

"And where's... John?" Blaine asked, forcing his tongue back when it dared to utter Kurt's name.

"I've put him in the freezer to try and slow his body from adapting to the drug. It seems his body is learning quickly how to accept and recover from the drug, so I've changed the mixture slightly, since I'm not allowed to have the pure pixie drug we sell to customers." Hunter groaned.

"Too expensive for farms." Blaine explained in a murmur, fisting his hands at his sides.

"Right. If I was keeping this one I'd appeal against that."

As soon as the doors opened the screaming was deafening, men and women mixed with the banging of flesh on metal and the barking of hungry dogs. The lights were dimmed in the hallway to heighten the idea of solitude while giving them a scale of the hallway and the various barred doors on either side. Heat billowed from one of the rooms where female screams were mixed with coarse crying and begging for release. Blaine could hear the dogs two doors down but didn't look through the bars to the horrors behind, instead keeping his eyes straight ahead, following Hunter.

They stopped at a heavy steel door with no windows to see into the cell, but the frost on the corners of the doors told him that Kurt was there, just on the other side and it was with eagerness that he watched Hunter flip through his key ring and slipped the brass key into the lock.

"Rules. No touching, of anything and no feeding from him. Got it?"

With a nod from Blaine, Hunter turned the key and while gripping the handle tugged the door free from the frost which had settled all around the frame of the door. With a flick of a switch the room flooded with light, a thin layer of mist drifting a foot off the floor and slipping from the room only to disappear into the darkness around. The walls were white from the thick lay of ice upon them and as Hunter and Blaine entered, their feet crunched under the developed ice on the ground.

A rattle of chains brought Blaine's eyes to the centre of the room where there stood a metal chair with various stands around it holding bags of a clear solution while tubes ran from the bags down into the frighteningly pale arm through a needle, of the pixie he didn't realise he was so desperate to see again; his heart pounding in his chest at the sight before him.

Kurt sat, wrists and ankles cuffed to the chair while another rested around his neck attached to the back of the chair, forcing the exhausted pixie to sit back while his head lulled to the side. The blindfold was tied tightly around his eyes and was the only piece of clothing on his thin, icy white body which shook violently from the cold; fingers, toes and lips turned blue.

Blaine was ready to throw his coat off and wrap it around Kurt's tiny frame but in accordance with the rules he held back. Hunter was not in breach of any rules here; the temperature was at the minimum allowance and a human could be kept in one of these rooms for four days at the most. With Kurt's auction on Friday, Hunter wouldn't run over on that either, but that didn't make Blaine feel any better about seeing Kurt in such a state.

Hunter stepped forward and pressed a finger to Kurt's wrist, whose head rolled in his direction and while his lips moved, no words escaped.

"How much of that drug are you giving him?" Blaine asked.

"He's got a mixture of the normal drug and a dilution of the pixie drug I was able to get my hands on from one of my clients. He's on double the normal dosage and will continue on that dosage until half an hour before his auction and I will be selling him with a box of the drug for the lucky winner." Hunter explained, tapping the bag and opening the valve slightly to allow more of the drug to drip down into Kurt's veins.

Blaine walked over as Hunter lifted the blindfold, but again Blaine's heart sunk when not even clouded irises greeted him, now Kurt's eyes were white, a drugged film hiding his beautiful eyes from view, a clear sign of the drug designed for pixies in the mix. He looked like a doll, slumped on the chair, still except for the shaking of his limbs and pliable to the slightest of touches from Hunter. Once Hunter checked Kurt's eyes he replaced the blindfold and stepped away from the chair, but Blaine remained, fingers itching to reach out and touch his pale skin, to warm him and feel Kurt lean into his touch.

"Blaine, the room's losing temperature and we can't stay in here much longer; you'll lose too much energy." Hunter urged, leaning on the door watching him.

Blaine didn't want to go, "Okay."

Leaning over the chair, careful not to touch his skin, Blaine took a moment to breath in the slight scent coming off from Kurt and listen to his laboured breathing. With his lips almost against his ear, Blaine whispered to Kurt, wanting to give him strength.

"Count them, Kurt. Three days and you'll be free from this place. I promised you I'd come back and now I'm promising you this. I will get you out of here."

His eyes caught the movement of Kurt's lips, but again nothing, just gasps for air against the painful cold. Blaine didn't move though, a part of him willing Kurt to say something, anything, but after a couple of minutes and still nothing, Blaine let out a heavy sigh and stood tall stepping over to the door. Looking back, he kept his eyes on the quivering figure in the room until he disappeared behind the darkness as the lights went out and the heavy steel door shut tight before him and that damn key locked him out.

Three days, he'd asked Kurt to count down three days and he would too, every day, every hour and every minute until he would get Kurt out of here.