Blaine knew something was wrong the minute they descended the stairs. 

The bar was dark.  Inky dark. 

The bar was never really dark, because in New York there were always too many street and headlights for that. 

Using the dim illumination from a neon exit sign, Blaine cautiously made his way to the door and switched on the overheads. 

It was as he had suspected.  The gate was down. 

"Didnt Mike know we were here?" Blaine asked aloud, mostly to himself. 

"Maybe not," Kurt replied.  "I think you just told him you were taking off.  He may not have known we were just upstairs." 

"Well have to go out the back and walk around to the street from the alley, okay?"

"Sure." 

Both men donned their coats and scarves, and Blaine checked to see that the front door was locked behind the gate and everything was in order before he led Kurt through the bar to the back door.  He turned the knob and pushed out.  The door moved about an inch and stopped. 

"What is it?" Kurt asked, seeing the consternation on Blaines face. 

"The door wont open.  This happens sometimes.  The business next door does early morning deliveries, and sometimes they park their truck too close to my door.  Theyve never been this close, though."

Kurt tried it himself and grudgingly agreed with Blaines assessment.  The door opened, but it wouldnt move past that single inch.  They both put their shoulders to the door and pushed with all their might, but to no avail.  The door wouldnt budge.

"Let me call Mike," Blaine said, pulling his phone from his pocket. 

The phone was completely dead. 

"I must have forgotten to charge it.  Can I use your phone?  I might be able to remember Mikes number."

"Sure."  Kurt pulled his own phone out of his pocket and then looked at Blaine and shook his head.  He held up the blank screen.  His phone was dead, too. 

"Theres a land line at the bar." 

They made their way back to the bar, and Blaine picked up the handset. 

There was no dial tone. 

"Uncle Charlie!" Blaine yelled, "Uncle Charlie, this isnt funny!"