Kurt was screaming and crying for hours after the person keeping him locked up went, he was alone and this was where he was going to die. He was terrified but eventually he stopped screaming, knowing no one could hear him. He lay down and curled up, thinking about Blaine’s voice on the phone. His heart raced when he heard Blaine, unable to contain his tears when he heard the voice he missed so much. He lay there and thought about all the things that he and Blaine never got to do. They were never going to get married or have children or visit all the places that they wanted to. He fell asleep to the thought of Blaine holding him.
There was banging and shouting when Kurt woke up, he looked over towards the door and heard what sounded like the police searching the place. He sat up and began screaming and begging for help, then seconds later the door was burst open and the police ran in, he could hear some of the gagging and retching from the smell. They walked closer to him but he curled up more, he knew the police wouldn’t hurt him but it was instinct. One of the women crouched down beside him and stroked his hair while one of the other officers removed the ropes. They helped Kurt up and led him out where there was an ambulance waiting for him. Kurt was grateful for it being night time otherwise the sun would really hurt his eyes. He was shaking and scared, but he couldn’t see any bad people around.

Blaine and Burt hurried off to the hospital, Carole was already there waiting for them because she was working, but she didn’t find Kurt because Burt asked them all to go together. Carole knew where Kurt was but she didn’t go and see him, she saw a lot of police officers around the hospital though. Blaine didn’t know what he would say to Kurt since the last time they saw each other, Blaine broke up with him and broke his heart. Blaine was the reason that Kurt went missing so maybe he didn’t want to see Blaine.

Kurt had been cleaned up, washed and examined, mostly his wrists and head because of when he was hit there. He had infections in his wounds that needed to be medicated so he couldn’t leave the hospital but there were a lot of police there. He wondered if Blaine was going to come to the hospital, but then he was probably still really mad at him. He was looking forward to seeing his dad though. He was curled up in his bed when his dad arrived, turning his head when he heard someone at the door and burst into tears when he saw his dad. Burt ran to Kurt and cradled him, kissing his head and crying too. Kurt looked up and saw Blaine there; he was standing outside the door and stared at Kurt. The ring was still around Kurt’s neck which he was so grateful for, he felt like it helped him.
“Hi Blaine.” Kurt said.
“Hey, how are you? Sorry, that was a really stupid question. I’m glad you’re okay.” Blaine tried to smile but he couldn’t. “I’m going to get a coffee.”
When Blaine left, Kurt’s heart ached again. “He really hates me. Dad, I’m really sorry about everything.”
“Son, you don’t have to apologise, it’s not your fault. I’m just so happy you’re back”
“I went and i was trying to find somewhere to go and then they snuck up on me, they knocked me out.” Kurt told his father. Kurt didn’t want to say too much about what happened yet; he was too upset and uncomfortable.

Blaine didn’t leave because he was mad at Kurt, he was mad at himself for breaking his heart and he didn’t know how to be around him or what to say. Seeing Kurt like that, he just didn’t know what to do or say. He wanted to wrap his arms around Kurt and never let him go but things wouldn’t be okay that quickly. He hurt Kurt; he made Kurt leave which led to him being kidnapped. Maybe it would be better for Kurt if he left his life, stayed at his mums until he was better and then disappear somewhere. Ever since they met, Blaine kept on breaking Kurt’s heart, he did it over and Kurt kept forgiving him. He shouldn’t do that but he really did love Kurt, he didn’t want to leave his life. He made a mistake and he was insecure, he really didn’t mean to hurt him and he would do anything to take it all back. He knew he had to talk to Kurt at some point, see how much Kurt hated him and see how he was. It would hurt him to know if Kurt hated him or not, he desperately hoped that he didn’t but the chances of Kurt not hating him were slim. He went back to Kurt’s room and saw him alone but outside the room were police officers and reporters who were writing articles on him. He poked his head inside the door and looked at a broken Kurt.
“Hey.” Blaine said as he walked into the room. Kurt looked round and Blaine could’ve swore that Kurt’s eyes lit up.
“Hi.” Kurt said back. “I thought you never wanted to see me again.”
“That was before...”
“Before I was kidnapped?”
“No, before I knew the truth. I know you didn’t cheat on me, i should’ve known that and I wanted to apologise because I know you wouldn’t. I was feeling so insecure about myself because of the wheelchair, but he came to the house and explained. I’m so sorry.”
“I would never cheat on you; i was taking care of you and our wedding. I love you more than anything and all i wanted to do was look after you. I knew you were too good for me, always have been and always will be, especially now. I was told that you moved on, that you have a new guy and you’re happy. Well I’m really glad you’re happy Blaine, i want you to be but i’d appreciate it if you didn’t rub my nose in it.”
Blaine was so confused, who told Kurt that he had a new guy? That was far from the truth; the truth was that Blaine wanted Kurt back. “Kurt, i don’t have a new guy. I don’t know who told you that but i don’t, i really don’t. I want you and i will only ever want you. I love you so much and if you will have me, please take me back.”
“You really don’t want me back, not now.”
“What because of what just happened? Kurt, you were with me when i had my spinal problems and you took my crap. I love you so much, please Kurt, please take me back and lets get married.”
“You really really don’t want me back, i’ve been thinking a lot about it while i was...”
“Why Kurt? What happened?”
“It’s not what, it’s who.”
“Who did this to you?”
“Your dad.”