"Its ok Kurt, I will get us out of here." Blaine said with resolve while he gently stroked Kurt's hair. Kurt tried to smile up at the other boy but heard a menacing voice sound from above him. Blaine stood up quickly to confront the man. Kurt couldn't comprehend the conversation that was taking place, his head throbbed and his body ached. He tried to stand up to help Blaine but before he could get up he felt his body being lifted again. Kurt was carried down the hall and thrown roughly into a dimly lit bedroom of sorts. He heard Blaine yelling his name but didn't have a chance to respond before the door to the room was closed and locked. Kurt moaned in pain but forced himself up off the ground. As he began to assess his injuries he scanned the room he was in. Kurt was thrown into the room and landed near the doorway. He began to look around the room for a possible way out until his eyes landed on a small figure laying in the fetal position in the middle of the room. Kurt quickly crawled over to the figure and gasped in horror as he saw a bruised and broken Rachel Berry. "Rachel!" Kurt gasped as he hesitantly turned the unconscious girl towards himself. There was a large gash on her forehead that was bleeding steadily, she had two black eyes and one seemed to be swollen shut. There was more blood around her nose and her lips were split causing more blood to drip unto her sweater. Her sweater and skirt were torn beyond repair and bruises and cuts littered her petite frame. Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. "Rachel, can you hear me. Rachel I need you to wake up." Kurt said as he gently stroked Rachel's hair. "Rachel

please wake up".

Blaine's small body was tossed roughly into the room next to the room that held Kurt and Rachel. He landed with a loud thump on the hardwood floor. Blaine quickly stood up and frantically began pounding on the heavy wooden door. "KURT! RACHEL!" he knew in the back of his mind that the yelling was futile. Blaine slumped to the floor and began to weep. He was so angry with himself, angry that he was in this situation again and even angrier that he has brought two people he cared deeply about into this horrid situation. As Blaine beat him self up mentally the door to the room creaked open. Blaine quickly rose to his feet. Sir came into the room with a sly grin on his face.

"Blaine, there is no use in crying. You know tears don't sway my emotions." Sir said with a sneer. Blaine quickly wiped his face and gave Sir a stony look. "Blaine, in my hand I hold cell phone. This cell phone is strictly programmed to only send and receive messages to one number, your father's cell phone. You are in charge of getting a hold of your father and having him get the money into my account. Once this is done I will let are in charge of getting a hold of your father and having him get the money into my account. Once this is done I will let you and your friends go free."

Blaine's mouth dropped. The task that Sir just gave him seemed easy enough, but Blaine knew his father well enough to know that getting a hold of him, especially from and unknown number, was almost as impossible as procuring a rocketship to mars. Sir noticed Blaine's defeat and laughed. "You have one hour, if your parents are not contacted by then I will have a little fun with your friends." Sir said as he threw the cell phone at Blaine's feet and left the room. Blaine quickly picked up the cell phone and placed the phone call. It rang twice before being redirected to voicemail. "Hello, you have reached Will Anderson's phone. I am currently on a business trip in Paris and will be out of contact until the end of the month. You may leave a voicemail or contact my office." The phone beeped and Blaine began to leave his father a message…"Dad, this is Blaine. I need your help its an emergency. Please call me on this number as soon as possible."