The cabbie kept looking at Kurt through his rearview mirror, but Kurt didn't notice his concern. He felt like his whole body and mind had gone numb. The only thought echoing back and forth was Sebastian's back. Sebastian's back. Sebastian's back. Oh god no.

He held the phone so hard in his hand he was surprised he didn't break it. Sebastian was the one Radley had brought back from the dead? Sebastian was the one killing people? The one hunting Kurt? Why? Why did it have to be him, anyone would have been better that him. 

Kurt whimpered as fear started to grip him, pure cold panic coiling its way around his heart. Suddenly he didn't feel like the confident strong version of himself the five years of being a ghost and his time with Blaine had made him.

Suddenly he felt like the young, lonely, scared kid that Sebastian had met in the first place. God no, he couldn't go back to being that person again. He couldn't do this, he couldn't face Sebastian. 

Then another thought hit him. Sebastian is the one that has Blaine.  

“Oh god.” Kurt sobbed out loud.

“Kid, you need help?” The driver asked looking back at him.

Kurt just shook his head. The only thing he needed was to get to Blaine. 

It didn't matter how terrified he was of Sebastian or how helpless he had always made Kurt feel. None of it mattered, nothing mattered but Blaine.

The trip to Queens felt like it lasted a lifetime. He thought about calling the police, but knew he couldnt put Blaine in any more danger. He knew he needed help though. He quickly dialed Camilles number. It rang a few times before she answered. 

“Blaine!” She said her voice tense. “I just got Levi's text. That man, the man hunting us is…”

“Sebastian.” Kurt finished for her. “And this is Kurt. Sebastian has my phone and…” He felt dizzy even thinking this little less saying it out loud. “He has Blaine.” He voice was scratchy with held back tears. 

Camille was silent on the other line. 

“Camille? I don't know what to do.” 

“I… I'm in Colorado.” She said sounding helpless. “Levi is in Maryland, he can get there before morning.”

“I thought Levi was staying in New York.” Kurt said desperately. Suddenly Levi's broad shoulders and strong arms sounded perfect as back-up right now. 

“He was… but we got a message from a friend and he went to help... and damn it, Kurt! It was probably all just a set up to get him out of town!”

It was Kurt's turn to be silent, he was still coursing with fear, but something calm and steady in the back of his mind was taking over. He had to help Blaine and he couldn't do that if he let himself give into fear. 

“Kurt.” Camille continued. “Wait for Levi. He can be there in hours. Don't do anything rash.”

“Sebastian has Blaine.” Kurt said evenly, “And he has already contacted me telling me where to met him. If I wait I'll… I'll lose him Camille and I can't lose Blaine. I… I have to do something.”

“Just let me call Levi.”

“Do that. But I'm…” Kurt closed his eyes realizing how alone he was in all of this. “I have to do this.” 

“Kurt.” 

“Sorry.” Kurt said and hung up before Camille could say anything else. 

Camille called back, but he didn't answer. A few minutes later Levi called. He still didn't answer. He got a another text.

From Levi 5:02pm: Don't do anything dumb kid. I'll be there in under four hours.

Kurt's wanted to cry, four hours would be too late. He didn't respond to Levi, they couldn't talk him out of getting to Blaine. 

He texted his own number a couple of times, but didn't get any responses. He called but it went straight to voicemail. 

By time he finally got to Queens it was getting dark, it was a scary looking part of town that was relatively empty and the newsstand hed been directed to had long been closed down. 

"You sure I should let you out here?" The driver asked. 

Kurt couldnt even answer; he just jumped out of the car and gave the man his credit card, out of cash from his earlier cab ride. The man didnt charge him double, but did ask again if Kurt was sure he wanted to stay here. 

"Its not a good part of town kid." 

"I know. Its okay." Kurt said in a rush as he turned from the cab and hurried to the newsstand. The cab pulled away leaving Kurt alone on a rundown dark street in a bad part of Queens. 

He looked around frantically, but there was nothing here. He grabbed Blaines phone and shot off another quick text. 

"Im here."

No response. 

He dialed his number again. There was no answer. 

Kurt leaned against the frame of the newsstand, mouth dry and heart aching. "Im here, Im here." Kurt said to himself. "What more do you want?" 

Now that Kurt had a moment to just stand he started to realize how messed up this was. Sebastian had taken Blaine when he could have just as easily taken Kurt. But no, he went through all the trouble of stealing Kurts phone and tricking Blaine and leading Kurt out to this god-forsaken place. 

It was just like Sebastian too, always one for dramatics. And Kurt had played right into his hands, but what else could he do? 

The man who had made Kurt's life hell, had killed him and haunted his dreams, this monster had Blaine and it left Kurt with no choices. He would do anything Sebastian wanted, he'd walk back into the nightmare that was having Sebastian in his life if it meant keeping Blaine safe. 

A couple teenagers passed Kurt, looking him up and down and getting quite as they passed him. Kurt tensed a little but they just kept going and Kurt was standing alone again. He went to send another text, he'd come to where Sebastian had directed him, he hadn't called the police; he had done what he was told. Now what? 

Then he heard some kind of rustling and a gush of wind near him. 

He turned quickly but nothing was there. He felt that same cold shiver run down his spine that he had felt earlier in the day. The feeling you get when you can sense someone behind you, that prickling feeling of fear. His heart thudded in his chest, and his throat tightened. Something had happened, something was wrong.  

"Kurt?" A sweet familiar voice called faintly behind him. 

Kurt closed his eyes. That voice should have filled him with relief, but instead it made his blood run cold. Because this wasn't right, something wasn't right.

He slowly turned around, a cold sweat covering him, his fist clenched and his heart in his throat. He opened up his eyes and felt like he'd been punched in the gut, he didn't know how he was still standing. 

Blaine stood there only feet away from him. But it wasnt Blaine. He wasnt right. He was pale and translucent; Kurt could see the buildings behind Blaine right through him.

"Blaine?" Kurts horse voice called. "Baby?"

Blaines eyes were wide and scared; he looked down at his body like he didnt understand what was happening. Then he looked back up at Kurt and slowly reached a hand out to him. 

Kurts vision was growing blurry with tears, his brain catching up to what he was seeing before his heart did. He reached his hand to Blaines out stretched one. Their fingers should have met, but instead Kurts went straight though Blaine with a cold chill.  

"No." Kurt whimpered. 

"He took me to a warehouse nearby." Blaine said, his voice sounded weak and far away. "But then... then I dont know. Kurt?" Blaine was so scared and confused and all Kurt wanted to do was hold him in his arms and assure him that everything would be alright, but he couldnt even touch him. 

Tears were streaming down Kurts face, hot and thick and unyielding.

"Blaine." He gasped and stepped closer until he was inches away, holding his hand to Blaines face and crying harder as it floated through him. 

"Im sorry Kurt." Blaine said, tears in his own eyes as he started to fade even paler. 

"No."

“I love you.” 

“Don't do this. You can't leave me.”

"Im so so sorry."

"No." Kurt cried, his heart clawing his insides like a wild animal. Blaine grew fainter and fainter, Kurt hands grabbed towards Blaine trying fruitlessly to hold him in place, to keep him there. But again they went through Blaine's transparent and fading body until with a light breath or air Blaine disappeared all together.

"No!" Kurt screamed, not caring who might hear him or what kind of attention he might attract. He fell to his knees in the spot Blaine's ghost had been, Kurt's body quaking with tears. 

"No. No. No. No. No." Kurt sobbed, all other words lost to him as the realization hit him; Blaine was gone.