Kurt loved having her back--he would have been grateful for anyone from his colony--but it was clear that the hypnosis had vanished completely by the time they arrived back at the Dalton Estates, for she was back to her old bossy self in no time.

She had insisted that they waste no time in finding everyone else she and Kurt had grown up with, but Blaine was quite firm with her, telling her that she should sleep for now with the promise that they would start looking first thing the next night.

Rachel wasn't too keen on this, but she did as she was told without much argument.

"You realize she's going to take that literally, right?"

Blaine glanced at Kurt in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Kurt just grinned, "Oh, you'll find out."

And so it was that as soon as evening fell, Kurt and Blaine were woken by an insistent knocking at their door.

"What the hell?" Blaine asked grogerily.

"Told you," Kurt groaned, trying to snuggle back into the warmth of the blankets and block out the sound to no avail.

Blaine mumbled several obsinites under his breath as he stumbled out of bed and answered the door.

"Come on," Rachel said brightly, "you said we'd start looking for everyone else tonight."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Yes, I've been up since noon."

"Well I haven't," Kurt complained as he went over to join them. "So you're going to have to wait for me."

"Can't we have something brought up to you?"

"Yes we can, but I perfer to eat in the dining room."

Rachel gave him a bitchy glare, "Don't you care to find everyone as soon as possible?"

"Of course he does," Blaine interrupted, "but, Rachel, it's not that easy. The entire reason we found you was by a happy accident. I need to check slave routes and discriptions of new stock (if you'll pardon the phrase)and even then I it would be a bit of a long shot."

"But why can't you just make calls to everyone you know or ask around?"

"Because that will arouse too much suspicion."

"Well what can we do to help?"

"Give me a physical discription of everyone, which Kurt has already done and I have all of it written down. It would help a great deal if you knew their blood types, but I somehow doubt that's a possibilty?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, we didn't have the technology for one thing and even if we did, it's hard to say if we'd have studied it. Our leader would probably think it makes us too much like the enemy," he winked and smiled fondly at Blaine.

"Well we can still help you look at trade routes, can't we? That would definetly make the time go faster."

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, "It might, but then I would need to teach both of you our short-hand which could end up wasting more time then actually saving it."

"Probably not more then what we're wasting right now," she grumbled.

"True enough," he sighed, "you two head to the study, I'll ask someone to bring something up for Kurt."
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"Kurt, listen to this: male, strong, black hair, brown eyes, possible mixed-race. Hair is scarce. Hard to control. Do you think that's Puck?"

"It could be," Kurt agreed, "certainly sounds like him."

They had been at it for a few hours now and so far they had come across only one other discribtion that fit someone they might now. Kurt was happy that it sounded like his best friend, Mercedes.

"Okay, and what route and slaver is that to?" asked Blaine, his pen poised over the notebook beside him as he prepared to write down the information.

Rachel read off the route number and the name of the slaver and Blaine scribbled it down. He then typed the information into his computer and traced the path they would have traveled with his curser until he reached the area marked with a green star.

"Okay, right now they're appear to be in Ottawa. Well at least they haven't left the state yet."

Kurt scrolled down the list of names that his own computer presented to him and couldn't help feeling a little guilty for looking for certain people when none of these humans deserved to be locked in some cage waiting to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.
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They worked tirelessly through the rest of the night. In the end, they it was possible that they had located Mercedes, Puck, Quinn and Artie.

Out of all of them, Artie was the last one Kurt thought they would have found since the boy was in a wheelchair and therefore, probably not considered the best of 'stock' to a vampire.

When he asked Blaine about it, the count replied that they would more then likely have him do small tasks around the house, sort of like a butler.

Kurt was glad that that was the worst thing he could be subjected to, though that didn't lessen his anger towards the slaver who had caught him.

"Right then," said Blaine, "tommorow I'll double check that none of the slavers have moved and we'll head out to see if we can't salvage a bit more of your colony."
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Karosky had barely left Westerville before his phone buzzed.

"Yeah?"

"Remeber not to set them off until tommorow night, understand?"

"Of course I understand, you've told me like three hundred fucking times!"

"Don't use that languge around me, Karofsky. Just remember nine P.M. no later, no sooner."

"I know. I've already got the clock set so if something goes wrong it's the machines fault not mine."

"You're still the one who set the time, so it will be your fault no matter what."

He hung up and threw the phone back in the holder set into the car between the cupholders.

"Fucking bitch is going to the death of me," he grumbled.

"Then why do you listen to her, master?"

Karofsky glared at Rock, "I thought I told you to never speak unless asked a direct question. Now shut up. The last thing I need is for a brainless slave telling me what to do."

Rock cast his eyes to the floor, keeping silent the rest of the way home.