Taken: Chapter Four
Media: Fanfic
Author: Agent_girlsname
Title: Taken: Chapter Four
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Kidnap, non-con
Summary: Kurt Hummel has been missing without a trace for months; only the man who took him knows where he is, but is Blaine about to find him?
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Puck and Finn looked at the boy sitting opposite them at the table. There were dark bags under Blaine’s eyes and stubble on his cheeks. He wore jeans and a sweater and looked as though he had barely brushed his hair that day.
Blaine had taken it pretty bad when Kurt went missing. He had stopped eating, missed a lot of school and begun to push away his friends. But after a few weeks he seemed to get over the initial shock and began to take a bit more care of himself.
Since Kurt’s birthday though he seemed to slip back in to his old ways. His clothes were literally hanging off of him and they hadn’t seen him in school for a couple of days.
‘What’s up dude?’ Finn asked after they had sat there for a few minutes in silence. Blaine had text them both and asked them to meet him at the Lima Bean straight after school, but all he had done since they sat down was stare at his cup of coffee.
‘You’re going to think I’m mad.’ Blaine whispered, still not looking at either of them. Puck decided not to tell him they were pretty much thinking that anyway.
‘What is it?’ He asked.
Blaine opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, thinking hard about what he was about to say.
‘It started a while ago, before Kurt went missing.’ He began.
Puck and Finn listened as Blaine told them all about the truck, the obscene bumper sticker, the man with the greasy hair and how Blaine had followed him to the stone hut in the middle of the woods with the heavily bolted door.
‘And you think Kurt is in there?’ Puck asked when Blaine had finished talking. The younger boy nodded, still avoiding their gaze.
‘I can’t explain it.’ He said softly. ‘I just have this feeling, I really can’t shake it. I just need to get in there and see if he’s in there. If he’s not then fine, I’m crazy, there’s no harm done. But if he is being kept in there-‘
‘Enough!’ Finn snapped suddenly. Blaine jumped and looked at him. ‘You think you’re the only one missing Kurt? Cos you’re not! I have to walk past his empty room every single night and know he’s not going to be coming home. I have to sit at the table and have dinner with his dad and watch him stare at the empty seat and know that nothing anyone does can make him feel better about it! And you have a feeling based on what exactly? On seeing that same truck more than once? This isn’t some film dude; things don’t work out like that!’
Blaine and Puck both winced as Finn slammed his hand on the table.
‘He’s gone ok! Grow the fuck up and realise that!’ He shouted before getting up and walking out of the coffee shop, slamming the door behind him. Blaine let out a long breath, he had known Finn probably wouldn’t be on board with it but he had hoped...
Puck on the other hand was still sitting there, looking at Blaine with an expression he couldn’t quite place.
‘Please Puck.’ Blaine said. ‘I can’t do this on my own. I know I am probably going mad but I can’t leave it.’
‘Ok.’ Puck said, watching relief flood Blaine’s eyes. He thought the idea was completely farfetched and was imagining them breaking into this thing only to find it was some guy’s hunting shed or something. But the look in Blaine’s eyes told him that the boy thought that it was important. And there was a little part of him that didn’t want to abandon Kurt’s only hope of rescue if Blaine did turn out to be right.
‘Thank you.’ Blaine whispered, taking a sip of his coffee, grimacing as he realised it had gone cold.
‘There are a lot of things to think about though.’ Puck said. ‘We have to do this at a time when we know this man isn’t going to turn up; we don’t know if he carried a gun around with him or how dangerous he is. Even if he hasn’t taken Kurt he might not like someone breaking into his property.’
Blaine nodded. ‘We can watch him and try to get in when he leaves it. He never goes back once he leaves.’
‘Ok. Also, on the off chance that Kurt is in there and this man has kidnapped him we need some idea of who he is so he can be arrested. I take it you haven’t actually told the police your idea?’
Blaine shook his head. ‘I thought about calling Detective Mills, but I thought they’d just think I’m crazy.’ Detective Mills was the police detective that had taken Kurt’s case. He was a good man and was working hard on finding Kurt, but Blaine wasn’t sure he’d be keen on breaking into someone’s property on a hunch.
‘Right, we’re going to need some proper tools to break in to this then.’ Puck said. Blaine smiled to himself, this was exactly why he had asked Puck for help, he knew more about this stuff then he did.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day was Saturday and Puck and Blaine were sitting in the window seat of the Lima Bean on the lookout for the truck. Puck had gathered a bunch of tools and loaded them into the back of Blaine’s car, hiding them under a blanket.
They had been waiting for two hours before the truck pulled up opposite them. The man got out and went into the shop next door as usual. Blaine and Puck jumped out of their seats and rushed towards the door, hurrying towards Blaine’s car, stopping suddenly when they saw Finn leaning against the bonnet.
‘Hey, look I’m sorry about what I said yesterday.’ He began. Puck cut him off.
‘Apologise in the car man, we need to hurry.’
Blaine and Puck got into the front seats and Finn stayed at the front, staring at them for a moment with a conflicted look on his face.
‘Are you coming or not?’ Puck yelled as Blaine started the engine. Finn sighed and got into the back seat, pushing the tools and blanket aside to make room. They waited for a few minutes until the man returned to his truck and drove off.
They followed at a distance; far enough away not to be spotted but close enough to make sure he was heading towards the woods. Blaine had already followed him a couple of times where he had not gone to the woods. But on the upside he now knew where the man lived. He was hardly ever there though.
As soon as he turned onto the road that led through the trees Blaine pulled up and waited in front of one of the houses, making sure he had a good view of the road so he could see when the man left.
They waited in near silence for an hour and a half until the man drove out of the woods again. Blaine waited until he had gone out of sight before starting up the engine.
His heart was pounding in his chest and his throat went completely dry. He knew it was a long shot that Kurt was being kept down there but he also knew that there was a chance, however small, that he might find his boyfriend.
He drove through the woods and turned on to the narrow road, stopping as soon as he reached the small clearing. His legs felt weak as he got out of the car and his hands were shaking as he retrieved the tools from the backseat.
Puck walked over to the heavy metal door and examined the chain running through the handle and a metal loop embedded in the stonework. The bolt cutters would take care of that easily. Through a tiny gap between the door and the frame he could see the thick bolt that was locking the door shut. He could get the sharp end of a chisel through there and chip away at it easy enough.
He stood back and grinned, this was going to be easier then he thought.
‘Instead of standing there and sulking do you want to give me a hand with this?’ He called over to Finn. The other boy walked over reluctantly and started to hand Puck tools while Blaine watched them nervously.
Finn really hadn’t intended on coming along to this. He had told himself months ago that he wouldn’t let his hopes get raised again unless he had some proof that Kurt was ok. The amount of false sightings over the last four and a half months had hurt too much.
But last night he had sat in Kurt’s bedroom, running his fingers of the bottles of lotions on Kurt’s vanity table and thinking. There wasn’t a speck of dust to be found in the room, his mom came in here often to dust, making sure the room was ready for Kurt when he came back to them.
It was then that he realised, even though it would hurt a lot if it came to nothing, he really couldn’t pass on a chance to possibly find his step brother. He just wanted Kurt back.
It took almost no time at all to get the door unlocked and Blaine was sure his heart almost stopped beating when Puck pulled the door open, revealing a set of steps leading down into darkness.
He clutched the large torch he had brought with him tightly and slowly walked down the steps until he reached another door at the bottom. This one was not locked and pulled open easily.
He almost chocked on the smell that greeted him when he opened the door, but he coughed and steeled himself, stepping inside and letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. The small window at the top of the room hardly let in enough light to see anything.
Nothing could have prepared Blaine for what was in that room. All the while he had been imagining Kurt trapped down here he had pictured him clothed and huddled in a corner. Cold, helpless and lonely, but nothing like this.
There was a mattress lying on the floor, pressed up against the back wall and on that mattress was the scarily thin, naked body of his boyfriend. His arms were raised above his head and chained to the wall in a position that looked so uncomfortable. The mattress he was lying on was soiled and he was covered in only a thin blanket over one of his feet, as if it had been thrown there carelessly.
He let out a sob and rushed towards the mattress, dropping to his knees and placing a hand gently on Kurt’s chest. He could feel a steady heartbeat beneath his fingers but Kurt’s eyes were closed, as if he were asleep.
He could hear Finn and Puck enter the room behind him, gagging on the smell before rushing over to where Blaine knelt.
Blaine shook Kurt gently, trying to wake him, wanting nothing more than to look into his boyfriend’s eyes right at that moment.
Kurt stirred, opening his eyes slightly. Blaine could tell at once that something was wrong. He didn’t seem groggy, as if roused from a deep sleep, more like he was barely conscious.
He turned his head and looked straight at Blaine, smiling softly.
‘Kurt, it’s me I’m here, we’re going to get you out of here.’ Blaine whispered, tears running down his face as he cupped Kurt’s cheek in his hand.
‘Blaine.’ Kurt whispered through dry, painfully cracked lips. ‘I wish you were real.’
Blaine felt his heart break at those words. Kurt thought he was just imagining them being there.
‘It’s ok Kurt, I’m real, I'm right here.’ Blaine promised, but Kurt had already closed his eyes and didn’t seem to hear him.
Author: Agent_girlsname
Title: Taken: Chapter Four
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Kidnap, non-con
Summary: Kurt Hummel has been missing without a trace for months; only the man who took him knows where he is, but is Blaine about to find him?
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Puck and Finn looked at the boy sitting opposite them at the table. There were dark bags under Blaine’s eyes and stubble on his cheeks. He wore jeans and a sweater and looked as though he had barely brushed his hair that day.
Blaine had taken it pretty bad when Kurt went missing. He had stopped eating, missed a lot of school and begun to push away his friends. But after a few weeks he seemed to get over the initial shock and began to take a bit more care of himself.
Since Kurt’s birthday though he seemed to slip back in to his old ways. His clothes were literally hanging off of him and they hadn’t seen him in school for a couple of days.
‘What’s up dude?’ Finn asked after they had sat there for a few minutes in silence. Blaine had text them both and asked them to meet him at the Lima Bean straight after school, but all he had done since they sat down was stare at his cup of coffee.
‘You’re going to think I’m mad.’ Blaine whispered, still not looking at either of them. Puck decided not to tell him they were pretty much thinking that anyway.
‘What is it?’ He asked.
Blaine opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, thinking hard about what he was about to say.
‘It started a while ago, before Kurt went missing.’ He began.
Puck and Finn listened as Blaine told them all about the truck, the obscene bumper sticker, the man with the greasy hair and how Blaine had followed him to the stone hut in the middle of the woods with the heavily bolted door.
‘And you think Kurt is in there?’ Puck asked when Blaine had finished talking. The younger boy nodded, still avoiding their gaze.
‘I can’t explain it.’ He said softly. ‘I just have this feeling, I really can’t shake it. I just need to get in there and see if he’s in there. If he’s not then fine, I’m crazy, there’s no harm done. But if he is being kept in there-‘
‘Enough!’ Finn snapped suddenly. Blaine jumped and looked at him. ‘You think you’re the only one missing Kurt? Cos you’re not! I have to walk past his empty room every single night and know he’s not going to be coming home. I have to sit at the table and have dinner with his dad and watch him stare at the empty seat and know that nothing anyone does can make him feel better about it! And you have a feeling based on what exactly? On seeing that same truck more than once? This isn’t some film dude; things don’t work out like that!’
Blaine and Puck both winced as Finn slammed his hand on the table.
‘He’s gone ok! Grow the fuck up and realise that!’ He shouted before getting up and walking out of the coffee shop, slamming the door behind him. Blaine let out a long breath, he had known Finn probably wouldn’t be on board with it but he had hoped...
Puck on the other hand was still sitting there, looking at Blaine with an expression he couldn’t quite place.
‘Please Puck.’ Blaine said. ‘I can’t do this on my own. I know I am probably going mad but I can’t leave it.’
‘Ok.’ Puck said, watching relief flood Blaine’s eyes. He thought the idea was completely farfetched and was imagining them breaking into this thing only to find it was some guy’s hunting shed or something. But the look in Blaine’s eyes told him that the boy thought that it was important. And there was a little part of him that didn’t want to abandon Kurt’s only hope of rescue if Blaine did turn out to be right.
‘Thank you.’ Blaine whispered, taking a sip of his coffee, grimacing as he realised it had gone cold.
‘There are a lot of things to think about though.’ Puck said. ‘We have to do this at a time when we know this man isn’t going to turn up; we don’t know if he carried a gun around with him or how dangerous he is. Even if he hasn’t taken Kurt he might not like someone breaking into his property.’
Blaine nodded. ‘We can watch him and try to get in when he leaves it. He never goes back once he leaves.’
‘Ok. Also, on the off chance that Kurt is in there and this man has kidnapped him we need some idea of who he is so he can be arrested. I take it you haven’t actually told the police your idea?’
Blaine shook his head. ‘I thought about calling Detective Mills, but I thought they’d just think I’m crazy.’ Detective Mills was the police detective that had taken Kurt’s case. He was a good man and was working hard on finding Kurt, but Blaine wasn’t sure he’d be keen on breaking into someone’s property on a hunch.
‘Right, we’re going to need some proper tools to break in to this then.’ Puck said. Blaine smiled to himself, this was exactly why he had asked Puck for help, he knew more about this stuff then he did.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day was Saturday and Puck and Blaine were sitting in the window seat of the Lima Bean on the lookout for the truck. Puck had gathered a bunch of tools and loaded them into the back of Blaine’s car, hiding them under a blanket.
They had been waiting for two hours before the truck pulled up opposite them. The man got out and went into the shop next door as usual. Blaine and Puck jumped out of their seats and rushed towards the door, hurrying towards Blaine’s car, stopping suddenly when they saw Finn leaning against the bonnet.
‘Hey, look I’m sorry about what I said yesterday.’ He began. Puck cut him off.
‘Apologise in the car man, we need to hurry.’
Blaine and Puck got into the front seats and Finn stayed at the front, staring at them for a moment with a conflicted look on his face.
‘Are you coming or not?’ Puck yelled as Blaine started the engine. Finn sighed and got into the back seat, pushing the tools and blanket aside to make room. They waited for a few minutes until the man returned to his truck and drove off.
They followed at a distance; far enough away not to be spotted but close enough to make sure he was heading towards the woods. Blaine had already followed him a couple of times where he had not gone to the woods. But on the upside he now knew where the man lived. He was hardly ever there though.
As soon as he turned onto the road that led through the trees Blaine pulled up and waited in front of one of the houses, making sure he had a good view of the road so he could see when the man left.
They waited in near silence for an hour and a half until the man drove out of the woods again. Blaine waited until he had gone out of sight before starting up the engine.
His heart was pounding in his chest and his throat went completely dry. He knew it was a long shot that Kurt was being kept down there but he also knew that there was a chance, however small, that he might find his boyfriend.
He drove through the woods and turned on to the narrow road, stopping as soon as he reached the small clearing. His legs felt weak as he got out of the car and his hands were shaking as he retrieved the tools from the backseat.
Puck walked over to the heavy metal door and examined the chain running through the handle and a metal loop embedded in the stonework. The bolt cutters would take care of that easily. Through a tiny gap between the door and the frame he could see the thick bolt that was locking the door shut. He could get the sharp end of a chisel through there and chip away at it easy enough.
He stood back and grinned, this was going to be easier then he thought.
‘Instead of standing there and sulking do you want to give me a hand with this?’ He called over to Finn. The other boy walked over reluctantly and started to hand Puck tools while Blaine watched them nervously.
Finn really hadn’t intended on coming along to this. He had told himself months ago that he wouldn’t let his hopes get raised again unless he had some proof that Kurt was ok. The amount of false sightings over the last four and a half months had hurt too much.
But last night he had sat in Kurt’s bedroom, running his fingers of the bottles of lotions on Kurt’s vanity table and thinking. There wasn’t a speck of dust to be found in the room, his mom came in here often to dust, making sure the room was ready for Kurt when he came back to them.
It was then that he realised, even though it would hurt a lot if it came to nothing, he really couldn’t pass on a chance to possibly find his step brother. He just wanted Kurt back.
It took almost no time at all to get the door unlocked and Blaine was sure his heart almost stopped beating when Puck pulled the door open, revealing a set of steps leading down into darkness.
He clutched the large torch he had brought with him tightly and slowly walked down the steps until he reached another door at the bottom. This one was not locked and pulled open easily.
He almost chocked on the smell that greeted him when he opened the door, but he coughed and steeled himself, stepping inside and letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. The small window at the top of the room hardly let in enough light to see anything.
Nothing could have prepared Blaine for what was in that room. All the while he had been imagining Kurt trapped down here he had pictured him clothed and huddled in a corner. Cold, helpless and lonely, but nothing like this.
There was a mattress lying on the floor, pressed up against the back wall and on that mattress was the scarily thin, naked body of his boyfriend. His arms were raised above his head and chained to the wall in a position that looked so uncomfortable. The mattress he was lying on was soiled and he was covered in only a thin blanket over one of his feet, as if it had been thrown there carelessly.
He let out a sob and rushed towards the mattress, dropping to his knees and placing a hand gently on Kurt’s chest. He could feel a steady heartbeat beneath his fingers but Kurt’s eyes were closed, as if he were asleep.
He could hear Finn and Puck enter the room behind him, gagging on the smell before rushing over to where Blaine knelt.
Blaine shook Kurt gently, trying to wake him, wanting nothing more than to look into his boyfriend’s eyes right at that moment.
Kurt stirred, opening his eyes slightly. Blaine could tell at once that something was wrong. He didn’t seem groggy, as if roused from a deep sleep, more like he was barely conscious.
He turned his head and looked straight at Blaine, smiling softly.
‘Kurt, it’s me I’m here, we’re going to get you out of here.’ Blaine whispered, tears running down his face as he cupped Kurt’s cheek in his hand.
‘Blaine.’ Kurt whispered through dry, painfully cracked lips. ‘I wish you were real.’
Blaine felt his heart break at those words. Kurt thought he was just imagining them being there.
‘It’s ok Kurt, I’m real, I'm right here.’ Blaine promised, but Kurt had already closed his eyes and didn’t seem to hear him.