Annie and Edward had been called and rushed over as soon as they could. Annie was pale and had a permanent look of shock plastered on her face. She wanted nothing more than to pull her son into a hug and assure him everything would be OK, but couldn't as Blaine was currently being questioned by Officer Matthew Tudor.

Blaine felt suffocated in the room and wanted nothing more than to get out and start knocking on everyone's door to demand if they had Kurt, though he knew that this would be to no avail. He just needed to do something. He felt so useless, sat in a chair answering questions as Kurt was in the hands of a stranger, most likely in danger.

"When was the last time you saw Kurt?" Matthew asked, linking his fingers together and resting them on the table in front of Blaine with a business-like air.

"We had a fight about half an hour before you came," Blaine said quietly, "and Kurt left because he was angry." Tears streamed down his face and Blaine sniffed them away unattractively. "It's all my fault."

Burt, who was in the room with him, squeezed his shoulder. "It's not your fault Blaine," Burt told him, sharply. "You can't blame yourself. You know Kurt wouldn't want you to."

"I can't help it," Blaine sobbed pathetically. Burt rubbed Blaine's back and pulled him close, Blaine resting his head on Burt's shoulder.

"I know this is hard but I need any information you think might help," Matthew said. "What was the argument about?"

"Somebody left Kurt a couple of very personal gifts," Blaine said hoarsely, choking up at the mere memory. He had no idea that those last angry moment might be the last time he would ever see Kurt again. The thought made him physically sick. He couldn't lose Kurt; he couldn't.

"What gifts?" Burt asked, frowning.

"Someone gave him his birthstone and a talisman that meant my love," Blaine answered, bluntly.

"Do you know who gave them to him?" Matthew asked.

"No, I have no idea, neither did Kurt. Nobody at Dalton did either," Blaine said.

"How did he get the gifts?" Matthew questioned, writing everything down and almost looking a bit frantic as he struggled to scribble the words down in time with Blaine's answers.

"The birthstone was left in his car and the talisman was on his bed," Blaine answered. Matthew looked up sharply at this, his expression faltering slightly with cleverly guarded worry.

"What?" Burt demanded.

"If Kurt has been getting gifts, than we may be dealing with a stalker," Matthew informed them.

Blaine let out another wretched sob and Burt rubbed his back again, though Blaine didn't miss the fact that his hand was shaking. "Can I go?" Blaine pleaded, no longer able to stand the room he was in. The word reverberated off the walls, buzzing around the room, hitting him like a punch, over and over. Stalker.

"Yes, but we may have more questions later," Matthew told him, apologetically.

Burt and Blaine stood and hurried out of the room. Carol, Annie, Edward and Finn were on their feet as soon as they were out. Annie hurried to Blaine and pulled her into his arms, kissing his forehead. Blaine held her tightly and sobbed into her chest.

"It's OK, baby," Annie said, tears welling in her eyes, voice thick with emotion. "I've got you; everything's going to be fine."

Edward rubbed his son's back and clapped Burt on the shoulder, his most masculine display of sympathy. Carol hugged Burt tightly, burying her head in his chest and letting her tears fall. Finn looked shocked and his face was startlingly pale as he pondered what to do. He felt like he needed to do something but he wasn't sure what. It was like an itch that he just couldn't scratch. A prodding, probing idea at the back of his skull that he just couldn't process. There was something missing. But what?

They looked up when they heard voices and saw that New Directions and the Warblers were coming into the station. They had all been called; the police wanting to speak with friends of Kurt's to see if any of them had any information. The Dalton boy descended on Blaine, Annie letting go of her son so that the boys could hug Blaine tightly and offer their condolences.

They all looked shell-shocked; some of the boys close to tears. The girls had been crying, judging by their red eyes and tear stained cheeks. They all looked to Blaine with sympathetic looks as he cried on his friends' shoulders. Jeff was holding Nick tightly who had tears streaming down his cheeks. He was close to Kurt and couldn't stand the thought of anything happening to him. Matthew came out of the interview room and took a look at the group. He straightened up and started calling people back into his office.

Blaine pulled away and wiped his eyes, sniffing loudly. "It's my –" Blaine started but was cut off sternly by Burt once again.

"Don't Blaine. It wasn't your fault, not at all.'

"Oh sweetie," Annie said, a tear falling. "Don't blame yourself. There was nothing any of us could have done."

"But Kurt –" Blaine started but was cut off again.

"Is going to be fine," Carol finished firmly, speaking for the first time. "I know I haven't known him as long as you all have but I see a very strong man who won't let anyone get to him."

Blaine stared at Carol with surprised and found that her words were having some effect, he felt as if he could breathe easier. She was right, he knew that. Kurt was stronger than any of them gave him credit for. But it was only Blaine who got to see the vulnerable side to him and that terrified him. No one knew how he fell apart except for him.

"Carol's right," Burt said. "Blaming ourselves isn't going to help Kurt."

Blaine nodded and wiped his eyes again. They could do nothing now but wait.

On a deserted road, just outside of Lima, stood a cabin that led to the forests nearby a lake that many of the high school kids hung out during the summer. Winter was approaching so the lake was barely visited at this time of year.

Kurt was slowly coming back to consciousness, pain radiating from his chest from where the seatbelt had crushed him in the accident and from where the air bag had hit him. His whole body ached and he was startlingly cold. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around, neck cracking and he winced, though it barely compared to the pain emitting from the rest of his body.

As his eyes began to adjust and everything dropped into focus, he took in the room. It was a normal living room with a couch, bookshelf and TV. Kurt looked down and saw that he was tied to a chair, his legs bound to the chair legs and arms tied behind his back.

Kurt whimpered as terror filled him. What had happened? Where was that boy who had punched him? His thoughts immediately short-circuited back to Blaine. Kurt was no longer angry at Blaine; he was terrified and only wanted Blaine to hold him and tell him everything would be OK and that he would never leave him. It was the first time that it had ever crossed his mind that he might never see Blaine again and Kurt had a sickening feeling that it wouldn't be the last.

Footsteps dragged Kurt's attention upwards and he glanced around the room. A figure came around the corner from behind the wall and fixed Kurt with a smirk. Kurt swallowed back the fear that threatened to bubble out of him.

He looked around the same age as Kurt. He was bulky and tall, having the instantly recognisable figure of a football player. He was still wearing the red letterman jacket and Kurt took in the giant M that was stitched into the fabric. McKinley. Of course.

The boy approached Kurt, who leant back in his chair. "Hello Kurt," the boy said, the smirk still firmly in place and Kurt felt sick.

"Who are you?" Kurt demanded, though his voice sounded weak and cracked with fright.

"I'm hurt," the boy mocked, putting a hand to his chest with mock-offence. "I've seen you strut around McKinley and you don't even go to the school, but you haven't seen me." Kurt said nothing and was starting to think this boy was deranged and obviously had mental health issues. "I'm Dave Karofsky."

The name triggered something in his mind. Before the wedding, when Finn had still been stuck in his rude phase, they had been out to dinner and the very same boy had walked past and sneered at them. He was on the football team with Finn.

"Did you like my gifts?" Dave asked, looking hopeful.

"Why did you give them to me?" Kurt found himself asking.

"I wanted you to know how I felt," Dave said with a sickeningly confident smile. "I like you, Kurt."

"You don't even know me," Kurt cried, looking disgusted.

"That's why you're here," David replied calmly, as if this was all perfectly normal. "To get to know each other. Personally." He rolled the word around his tongue languidly and in a way that implied much more. The thought filled Kurt with dread. "I'm afraid you'll have to stay here though. Nobody knows I'm gay and I have a reputation to uphold."

Again with the reputation. Kurt was beginning to think that McKinley offered a reputation class as a part of their curriculum. "I don't want to be here," Kurt said, desperately. "I don't want to get to know you."

Karofsky smile disappeared and he stared at Kurt. "You know, I've seen you with that other boy, what's his name...Blaine," Karofsky sneered and the threat didn't need to be voiced to be heard.

It rung perfectly clearly; if Kurt didn't stay, then Karofsky would go after Blaine.

"Don't you dare touch him," Kurt growled, eyes flashing with anger and fear.

Karofsky started smirking again. "If you don't want me to hurt Blaine, you stay here and get to know me."

"OK," Kurt whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I have to get going before someone notices I'm gone," Karofsky said. "I'll be back later." He finished, as if the sentiment was meant to make Kurt feel any better.

Karofsky grinned luridly and headed out of the door, leaving Kurt alone and still tied to the chair. Kurt waited until the door had closed behind him, and then the fear burst through and he started crying. It hurt to cry, each sob ripping a surge of pain through his chest. Kurt struggled against his ties and sobbed with relief as they began to loosen.

The chair rocked with every struggled, the ties digging into Kurt's wrists painfully. Kurt gave a violent tug and the chair fell over. Kurt landed in to the floor with a thud, pain coursing up his side. Kurt let out a sob of frustration and struggled harder. One hand remarkably slipped free and Kurt let out a cry of relief. He pushed himself on to his knees and thanked his lucky stars that he still knew some cheerleading moves, though he never imagined that they would come in handy in a situation such as this. He flipped himself and the chair back into the sitting position.

Breathing heavily, shaking with anticipation, Kurt managed to get his legs free and then turned in the chair to free his final hand. Kurt stood and a wave of nausea passed through him. He stumbled backwards and sat heavily back on the chair again. Swallowing thickly, Kurt took a few deep breaths. He stood again and slowly made his way to the door. He turned the knob and pulled but it didn't open.

"No," Kurt moaned and shook the door, rattling it hard. Kurt sobbed when he realized it wasn't opening. He abandoned the door and tried another, desperate to get out.

It was late when they left the police station; already dark outside. Blaine felt hollow and lost. He missed Kurt and prayed that he was still in one piece and would be home soon. Annie kept an arm around Blaine as they headed to the car, rubbing his bicep as they walked. Blaine was quiet, all of his thoughts on his boyfriend and praying to every god and star that he was returned home safely to him.

Annie and Edward decided that it would be best if they stayed with the Hummel-Hudson's, so that they could be there for them if they needed anything. When they arrived at the house, Blaine immediately went to Kurt's room and lay down on the bed, drinking in the scent of him. He needed Kurt, more than he ever imagined it was possible to need someone. He'd always known that he and Kurt had a connection that bound them together, but Blaine was starting to realise that his whole existence was dependent on Kurt. The thought both terrified and thrilled him.

Blaine's phone buzzed in his pants pocket. Lazily he lifted it out, expecting it to be from one of his friends but his blood ran cold when he saw it was an unknown number. With shaking fingers he opened the message and nearly threw up.

His skin is exactly as soft as I imagined it would be. A little bruised, but then again I like it rough. You won't be calling your boyfriend Porcelain after I've finished with him.

Anger surged through Blaine and he growled, punching the phone as he typed back a response.
I'm going to come after you, I swear to God, and when I find you, I'm going to fucking kill you.

The response came back quickly and Blaine froze with terror, eyes widening as far as they could.

Not if I kill your precious boyfriend first : )