About 3 weeks after Blaine's funeral, Kurt has a dream.

After hours of lying in bed and listening to a loud thunderstorm, sleep finally came to him. Usually, it didn't last very long, nor did he dream. That's how he knew this was a sign. It was a sign from Blaine.

The air smelled fresh and sweet, like it did on the day Blaine vanished. The sky was an off shade of blue and clouds were nowhere in sight. Kurt lay in a grassy field, with baby violets here and there. For the first time, Kurt felt relaxed. He closed his eyes just took in the surroundings. For once, he wasn't in any pain. He ran his fingers through the cool and damp grass. He just couldn't get enough this feeling. When his hand hit something soft and solid, he opened his eyes, and then saw him.

"Blaine," He breathed out. "What are you doing here?" His Blaine was right next to him, lying on his left side with his hand supporting his head. He had on dark jeans, a white tee shirt, and his navy blue sperrys. There was still gel in his hair, though some of his curls were loose.

Blaine looked at him and gave him a sweet smile before he answered. "I wanted to see you, sweetie."

"B-but, you're dead. I don't understand, how are you here?" Kurt asked timidly.

Once again, Blaine smiled back, this time sadder. "I'm actually not." He said.

"You're not what? Alive or here?!" Kurt asked franticly. Now that Blaine was here, or somewhat here, he needed answers, and he needed them now.

Blaine laughed at Kurt's angry cuteness. "Dead." He said. "I'm not dead."

Kurt fell silent. He wasn't dead? Everyone had told him he was, they found his body for Christ's sake! This didn't make any sense.

"I know what you're thinking" Blaine said. "Listen Kurt, you've got to believe me on this. Promise me, Please?" Blaine begged.

Kurt nodded, scared of what Blaine was about to say.

"I really am still alive." He began. "The people who have taken me, well, I can't say who they are, but they've set you all up."

"What?" Kurt practically screamed at Blaine. In return, Blaine held up his finger to Kurt's lips, telling him to shush.

"I don't have very long, honey."

Kurt felt the tears well up in his eyes. He'd missed Blaine's pet names for him.

"Look, I can't say anything about my captives, but, I just need you to know I'm alive, okay? I don't know how much longer I will be though." He looked off into the distance, hazel eyes practically glowing in the sunlight.

"Please Blaine," Kurt pleased. "You have to tell me where you are, or some clue, please! I need you so bad, I-I need to find you."

Blaine looked back down at Kurt with the most loving and genuine eyes he had ever seen.

"I'm sorry." Blaine said, a little choked up, "I can't." He looked in the distance once more, and then back down at Kurt.

"I've got to go" He said quietly.

"N-no," Kurt said, grabbing onto Blaine's arm, almost sobbing. "Blaine! Please don't go!"

"I wish I could stay with you longer, too baby, but for now, this is the best I can do." He leaned down and kissed Kurt on the head. "I love you."

"Blaine! Please! Don't go!"

"BLAINE!" Kurt screamed as he bolted awake. He was sweating profusely and had a hard time catching his breath. "Blaine." He said again, panting.

It was a dream. Blaine wasn't actually there. It was only a dream....

Kurt began to cry as the storm continued to rage outside. The harder he sobbed, the strong the gusts of wind were. As his tears began to subside, he heard a slight patter on his window. Curious, he got up and walked to it.

When he looked out, he noticed that it must have been the bush right under his window. The rain continued to pour, and the wind kept on blowing. Right as he was turning around to crawl back into bed to finish another sleepless night, he saw something. He turned back around quickly, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Blaine," He breathed out, just like in his dream. "Blaine!"

Kurt quickly ran out of his room and screamed for his Dad and Carole.

"Dad! Carole! It's Blaine! Blaine's here! He's alive!"

Kurt ran down the stairs and to the front door, struggling for a few seconds to unlock both locks. He swung open the front door, and left it ajar. He ran out into the freezing, pouring rain.

"BLAINE!" He screamed. "BLAINE! WHERE ARE YOU?"

Before he had time to call out for him again, Burt came running out yelling too.

"KURT! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Dad! I saw Blaine! I saw him from my window! He was right here!"

"Kurt," Burt began in a worried tone. "Kurt, Blaine's not here. Let's go back inside now, it's storming, and Blaine's, he's dead, bud."

"But," Kurt begged in a winy tone. "I saw him, dad, I really did. He was right here."

Burt felt the tears sting at the back of his eyes. "Kurt, Blaine's 6 feet under the ground. There's no way you saw him. Please come back inside."

Kurt hesitated; But Burt put his arm around him, leading himself and his soaking and now sobbing son back into their house. Carole greeted them at the door, and draped a blanket around Kurt's shoulder. Burt put his arm back around Kurt and led him to the couch

"Dad, I-I know I saw him-m." Kurt said with all seriousness. "H-he even came t-to me in my dream. He told me he was a-alive. I e-e-even saw him after I w-woke up!"

"Kurt," Burt said tiredly. It was 4 in the morning and his depressed son was just outside because he thought he saw his dead boyfriend. Tomorrow, he was going to have to call and get him help. "Blaine's dead. You know this. Whatever you saw, it wasn't Blaine. It probably wasn't anything."

"But he's alive," Kurt sobbed into Burt's shoulder. "H-he's Alive, I-I saw-w him."

"He's not," Burt said sadly. "I'm so sorry bud, but he's not."

"I s-s-saw him! He's a-alive! He's alive, he's alive, h-h-h-he's a-alive." Kurt sobbed over and over again in Burt's arm until he passed out from exhaustion.

This time, he didn't dream of Blaine.

*

Blaine woke up on a hard, cold floor in a dark, cold room. His mouth was taped shut now with a piece of duct tape and his hands and ankles were tied together. He was still tired, starving, and there was a throbbing pain on the side of his head, and in the least, Blaine felt like he was dying.

He was frightened; all he remembers was driving to school and not feeling well, and wait.

All of a sudden, he heard a loud rustling from the back seat. The last thing he remembered was someone shoving a sock into his mouth before the dizziness consumed him.

"Oh no." Blaine said the best as he could with his mouth taped shut. "No, no no no no, please no."

Panicked, he screamed for help, not knowing who would receive his cries. "HELP! SOMEONE, HELP!"

Even though is sounded more like 'HEEEEEEEEP! SMMM, HEEEEEEP!' Someone still heard him.

Above where he was, he heard loud footsteps. To his right, he heard the sound of someone messing with locks, and then, a door swung open.

There, at the top, was a man. He was tall, had short straight brown hair, and built pretty well.

As he began to walk down the stairs, Blaine started to scoot away. He wanted to get out, but could tell this man wasn't here to rescue him.

"Oh, Blaine," Said the man in a creepily nice way. "Sweet, sweet, little Blaine. Don't even bother trying to get away from me. I'm the one who isn't tied up."

Blaine looked at the man with scared eyes. This guy was the one choosing his right between life and death. It wasn't fair. All he wants is to go to school, and then be on a nice spring break and spend it all with Kurt.

Kurt.

Oh god, Kurt. What will he think? Oh Christ, he's going to be devastated. In all seriousness, all he was really worried about right now was Kurt, yet he was the one who may be being murdered anytime soon.

"Now," The man continued, as he walked over and sat down in a chair by Blaine. "You must have a ton a questions. Let me start off by answering the simple ones." He cleared his throat and began. "You can call me Thomas. I'm in my 30's, your head hurts because you were getting feisty and I had to get you to stop, and yes, you have been kidnapped by me."

Blaine let out a muffled 'why?' and Thomas must have detected the question and answered.

"Let's just say your dad isn't a very nice boss."

'Wait' Blaine thought. 'This whole thing has to do with his dad?!'

"He's never been very kind to his workers, and me and a couple of other guys there have had enough. If we quit, he would just replace us and he would win. But, we want to win and for him to lose, so we decided to take one of the most important things from him; you. His youngest son."

Blaine looked at him again with horror filled eyes, and Thomas kept on talking.

"We did some research, found out where you live, what school you go to, and," Thomas walked behind Blaine and wrapped his arms around him. Blaine flinched and whimpered at this action. "That you're a fucking little cock sucker Blaine."

'No,' Blaine thought 'He's going to rape me. He's going to rape me and kill me.'

The tears were now freely falling down his cheeks.

"Blainey," Thomas said in a voice like how an adult would talk to a baby. "Don't cry. You're going to fucking love to have those lips of yours around my cock. Your faggot boyfriend, Kurt, am I right? His dick is probably nothing compared to mine. And don't worry about him. He texted you to come over today, and I accepted for you. When you didn't show up, I bet he was pretty pissed. He doesn't want you anymore, Blainey."

Thomas nibbled at Blaine's neck and kept talking. "You will always have me. The other guys too. You'll get to meet them, or should I say, their cocks, sooner or later. Don't be a selfish little boy."

Blaine knew from then on, if he ever got out alive, the he would never be the same.

*

"So Kurt," Dr. Thomas began. "Anything different happen in the past week?"

Kurt fiddled with the hem of his sweater and didn't answer. There really wasn't a need to. Nothing ever changed. Every time, Dr. Folden would ask him the same things, and Kurt would either reply with a simple no or yes. Before this session, his dad asked to speak to Dr. Folden first. They talked for about 20 minutes before they both came back out, and Burt sat in the waiting room while Kurt went back to Dr. Folden's office. And so, here they we're again, doing the same as usual.

"Kurt, may I talk to you about something different today?" He asked as he took off his glasses.

Kurt didn't look up, but nodded.

"When your dad came back to talk to me, we talked about you."

"Big shocker." Kurt mumbled under his breath.

"Have you ever heard of the Butler Sanitarium?" Dr. Folden asked seriously.

Kurt didn't answer.

"Well, your father and I really think you would benefit from going there. They have a top of the line staff, and you would actually enjoy it. You will meet a ton of new people who can relate to you."

Kurt's defense mode kicked in. "So, you want to send me to a nut house? I'm not insane! I know Blaine is still alive and no one will listen to me! I don't need to go!"

"Kurt, just listen to me-"

"I. DON'T. NEED. TO. GO!!!" Kurt yelled as loud as he could.

Dr. Folden stared at him in shock. It wasn't the first time Kurt had yelled at him but this time it was out of the blue.

Kurt quickly grabbed his bag and stormed out of the room. He already felt the tears prickling behind his eyes. He doesn't need help. He's perfectly normal. Nothing's wrong. Everyone else is wrong.

When he got to the waiting room, he didn't even bother looking for his dad. He ran outside, and stopped at a bench. His body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. His heart was racing and he lost the fight to keep the tears behind his eyes.

He didn't want to be sent away. Every once in a while, back before all this hell happened, he used to watch TV shows about people being sent away to asylums. They were always locked up in neat, white rooms with bars on the doors and windows. Those were meant for people who had seriously crazy mental issues. Kurt didn't have anything like that. At least that's what he thought.

While he cried, he heard footsteps come his way.

"Bud?" His dad asked in a sympathetic way.

Burt sat down next to him and put his arm around his back.

"It was never my goal to make you so upset over this idea."

Kurt sniffled and didn't answer, like usual.

"I just-," Burt said, starting to get choked up. "I just really miss seeing you happy. I want to see you live your dreams. If you go, to the Sanitarium, they will really help you bud. You will most likely be able to return to New York, and go back to NYADA. Your illness is holding you back. If you learn how to control it, you can do everything you have ever dreamed."

"That's a lie." Kurt shot back bitterly." I dreamed of marrying Blaine, and according to you, that will never happen."

Burt was now openly crying. "Kurt, do you hear yourself? All you do is hate on everyone and everything. I know what you believe, even though it's not possible. But, bud, can you please just go, just for a month, and see if you like it?"

Kurt looked up at his sobbing dad. He has never seen him this broken.

"Bud, I'm just so scared of losing you. I don't want you to-"Burt swallowed deeply. "I just don't want you to end it all. I want you to be happy, and everything, ya know?

Kurt leaned into his dad. He felt horrible now, knowing that his dad must be so scared that every day of his life, his son may choose to kill himself to end his pain.

"Dad," Kurt began. "If I go, do you really think they can try to make me stop hurting?"

Burt slightly smiled at him. "I'm sure of it."

"Alright," Kurt announced "I'll go."

Kurt knew that what he saw that one night was real. Blaine was alive and one day, they will find each other again, but until then he decided to make himself feel somewhat better.

*

It's been over 7 months since Blaine was found, and Kurt was just days away from being shipped off to some sanatorium in rural Ohio. He knew they all thought he was a schizophrenic. You tell them the truth by saying you saw you "dead" boyfriend in your front yard and then you're automatically labeled as that.

Kurt did feel somewhat guilty about telling everyone though, because he made everything harder for Mrs. Anderson. She took Blaine's death harder than Kurt. She just started going back to work a couple of weeks ago. When she found out about Kurt's dream, and what he saw, she became a sobbing mess and had to leave the room. Mr. Anderson said it was best if he never came back. While that hurt him, Kurt knew it was for the best.

Now, with everything packed for his at least month long stay at Butler Sanatorium, he decided that maybe he should go give Blaine's grave a visit.

It took Burt and Carole months to agree to let him drive again. They installed a tracking system into his car so they would always know where he was going, for safety reason, they said.

When he got downstairs, he wrote His dad and Carole a note, grabbed his car keys, and walked out the door.

He put on a playlist of relaxing songs that Rachel made for him. They were simple and quite enjoyable. They made him feel pretty good. And, they had nothing to do with Blaine, for obvious reasons.

When he got to the cemetery, it was oddly crowed. Kurt just assumed that there were a few burials going on. When he got to the street where Blaine's plot was, it was swarmed with police cars and caution tape.

He got out of his car to get a better look at what was going on. When he got there, he noticed that there was a plot that was dug up. When he got as close as he could he froze.

"Oh my god," Kurt muttered. "Oh god."

Kurt didn't care anymore. He crossed the tape and started to run towards the grave. He was grabbed by an officer about 10 feet from the grave.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The officer asked.

"What the hell am I doing?" Kurt asked. "You guys are the ones who dug up my boyfriend's grave!"

"Well, I'm sorry sir but you can't be here! This is a crime scene."

"What? I don't get it. What the hell is going on?"

Before the officer could answer, someone from behind him said his name. When he turned around, he remembered this man. He's the man that told him the news that changed everything about his life.

"Officer Wyss?" Kurt asked as the other officer released him and walked away.

"Kurt, I don't know how much you know, because we only got news about an hour ago but-"

"But what? Please tell me why you guys are digging up Blaine's gave." Kurt was close to tears.

"Kurt, that's not Blaines grave."

"What?" Kurt thought he was actually going crazy. Are they playing a trick on him?

"We don't know whose it is anymore. That's what we're trying to figure out."

"Officer Wyss, I don't understand, wha-"

"We found Blaine. The real Blaine, and this time, he's alive."

Kurt felt his knees get wobbly. Before he fell, Officer Wyss caught him. Everything felt so surreal, like a dream. Kurt couldn't breathe. Before he knew it, everything went black again.