A blood curdling scream sounding through the speaker in Blaine's room as Sir burst through the door. Blaine nearly threw the phone at him before sprinting towards the open door in attempts to save Kurt and Rachel. Blaine didn't even see the two burley men come in between him and escape. Before Blaine could slide between the two men he was hoisted effortlessly into the air by Rex who let out a hearty laugh. Sir turned around with a smirk, "Not so fast Mr. Anderson, your father and I have to make some arrangements. You didn't think I would let you out before I had my needs met?" With that Sir put the small cell phone to his ear and left the room to continue his conversation with Blaine's father.

Kurt didn't think that his body could take any more pain. He felt himself let out an involuntary guttural scream as the knife plunged into skin and bone. As the pain coursed through his body the edges of his vision began to darken, and within moments Kurt's head slumped unto his chest as his body drifted into unconsciousness.

"KURT! RACHEL! PLEASE! KURT! PLEASE ANSWER ME! RACHEL!" Blaine was screaming his lungs out. His voice was hoarse and his throat was begging for relief. Sir had left the room fifteen minutes ago and Blaine was terrified that he no longer heard sounds of life coming from the other room. Andy and Rex had left the room and were guarding the door from the hallway. Blaine's head was telling him that there was no hope. That he and his friends were doomed. But Blaine ignored his logic and kept screaming out his friend's names. Suddenly, mid-scream, Blaine heard the door to the room open. Blaine looked and saw Sir, looking a bit defeated by still smug with a grin on his face.

"Your father and I have come to an arrangement. As soon as the money is transferred to my account you and your friends will be allowed to leave." Sir said and quickly left the room. No other description of the phone call was given. Blaine watched as Sir and his henchmen retreated, leaving the door to the room open. Blaine slowly stood up from the floor and cautiously walked out of the room, preparing to be stopped roughly by the henchman. Blaine made it to the hallway and the men were nowhere in sight. Blaine quickly ran down the hall to the adjacent room. He carefully twisted the door knob and the door swung open. Blaine let out a sharp gasp and his eyes widened as he looked into the room.

His eyes first landed on Kurt who was strapped to the chair that Blaine once sat in. Kurt's head was slumped onto his chest and he was clearly unconscious. Blaine quickly ran over to the boy and yelped in horror as he saw a large knife sticking out of his right hand. Blood had covered the wound and had spilled onto the arm of the chair. Blaine held back the urge to retch at the sight, knowing that he needed to help Kurt and not let his squeamish stomach get in the way. Blaine bent down so that he was eye level with Kurt and began to rip the hem of his shirt off in order to form a makeshift bandage. He then began to slowly pull the knife out of Kurt's hand, thanking what ever being that was out there, that the wound wasn't very deep. As he pulled out the knife Kurt's breathing hitched and his head shot up, eyes wide with pain. Kurt let out a guttural scream, "STOP PLEASE STOP! BLAINE HELP!". Blaine jumped back in shock, but quickly returned to Kurt and put his hands on the boy's checks trying to comfort him. "Kurt, Kurt! Shh, I am here. It's ok! I am sorry, just shh!" Blaine was frantic as he tried to calm the screaming boy down. Kurt finally stopped as his eyes found Blaine's. "Blaine! Oh god, Blaine it hurts so bad."

"I know Kurt, shh I am going to try to stop the bleeding." Blaine said as he rubbed his fingers across Kurt's check, trying to dry the tears that the frightened boy had shed. "This might hurt Kurt but I promise after this it will be better. Are you going to be ok?" Blaine asked as he searched Kurt's red rimmed eyes. Kurt breathed in harshly and nodded. Blaine gingerly lifted Kurt's injured hand and began to wrap the torn fabric around it tightly. Kurt held his breath and screwed his eyes shut. Soon the pain subsided into a dull ached and Kurt felt the bonds that restrained him to the chair being loosened. As soon as the straps fell off his body Kurt fell off of the chair and into Blaine's arms. He began to shake with sobs and Blaine ran a comforting hand up and down his back. "Kurt, I am so sorry. It's all over now, we will be out of here soon." Blaine cooed into Kurt's ear. Kurt wanted to believe him, he wanted to believe that everything would be ok, that they would all get out of here in one piece. That he, Blaine, and Rachel would be safe again. It was then that Kurt pulled back from Blaine eyes wide with horror. "Oh god, Rachel!"