Kurt took his time walking down to the store on the corner of the block, waving to his guards on the way out of the hotel as he did.  He milled about in the store for a good while too - not because he wasn't sure about what he wanted to get, but because he needed a breather.   

He was still cooling down from his encounter on the street with Badry, and before he could really give Blaine the attention he was sure Blaine wanted from him, based on how the past month had gone, he needed to calm down and refocus.  So he picked at the different chocolate bars, chips, and packets of gum all under the ever watchful eyes of the brown skinned man behind the counter who no doubt was wondering what the hell a well dressed man was doing in his shop poking at things but not picking anything up.

Eventually Kurt did grab some condoms, a small bottle of lube, and some tic tacs though, which he set up on the counter and threw down a bill for as the man bagged them in a little brown bag.  On the way back to the hotel, Kurt also enjoyed a cigarette and walked slowly so as he could finish the whole length of it.  Nothing solidified his nerves like those little cancer sticks, and while he could see himself axing the habit out of love for Blaine one day, he needed it then and there.

The squeal of tires on the pavement broke him out of his reverie and he glanced up in time to catch an old, blue van streak past - out of place in one of the richest spots in New York.  It cued him to pop a few mints into his mouth and return to the lobby where he waved again to his guards to let them know he was returning and took the elevator up to one of the highest floors.

When Kurt got to the room however, the door was ajar - which immediately struck him as worrisome because all the hotels he had ever stayed in had weighted doors which closed themselves unless purposely held open.  Further inspection upon moving closed revealed the key card lock was pushed out.

With one hand Kurt grabbed his cell phone and alerted the guards downstairs to come to his location, and with the other he pushed the door open fully, waiting if he could see or hear a reaction from inside before stepping in.

He didn't see anything, or anyone.  There was a fog that had dispersed from the bathroom, which was already clearing as the windows and mirrors had clear patches showing on them, but there was no movement, no voices…

No Blaine.

“Blaine?”  Kurt called out, his heart starting to race at the thought that something had happened - whether Blaine had escaped or someone had done something to him.  He teetered close to the doorway, afraid to move in further.  Kurt had no gun and didn't want to have to find a body… especially if it was the one he cared most about.

His guards came up behind him, guns drawn as they went to each of his sides and then past him, fanning out and checking all the rooms, closets, nooks, and cranny's before one of them nodded Kurt forward.

“You'll want to look at the bed.”

Again Kurt hesitated, not wanting to ask, but still knowing he needed to go look, for better or worse, at what they had found of interest.

Now if Kurt had seen what was on the bed months ago, it might have piqued his interested because it would have been novel and question inciting.  He likely would have known what he was looking at, but wouldn't have associated it with anything or anyone, and guessed that foul play had occurred, but not batted an eye at the thought.  Kurt knew what happened when families crossed each other, or when pets were disobedient, so he was familiar with what he was looking at and the message that was being sent to him through it - but now that he had Blaine, loved Blaine, and had established with himself that he would do almost anything to keep Blaine safe and secure, the item on the bed made him nauseous to his core.

A note, scrawled with the hotel pen discarded beside it, said simply that Kurt was to go to a specific address at the beginning of the next hour.  That was positive.  It meant Blaine hadn't run, and that he was alive given that his captors clearly planned to use Kurt against him.

What was upsetting was what was laying on the bottom of the note.

Drops of blood, already soaked and drying into the paper accompanied a small metal disc, one that Kurt knew was a pet tracker.  When they implanted them it was a minor incision behind the ear and a slip in.  To take it out though usually was more difficult as it drifted, and the only other time Kurt had seen one before was when someone else had had their pet used as collateral against them, and on seeing that pet later, Kurt couldn't help but notice the ugly scar running along the side of her head from where they had cut her open to pluck out the tracker.

It meant that not only could Kurt not track Blaine, but he also knew that they had hurt Blaine to get at Kurt.

And hurt Kurt in the process.

The meeting time wasn't far off, and Kurt knew that they did that on purpose to stop him from making plans and connecting with others.  If he wanted to save Blaine, he needed to move fast, and, signalling his guards, that's exactly what he did - racing out the door with the pair at his heels.

He would save Blaine.