As If It Was Easy

Chapter 35

After a few moments Blaine dropped then gun. He hated the feeling it gave him. It wasn't vulnerability, it was power. Terrifying power.

He could probably get them to do anything he wanted with that gun, though he wasn't that hard core. He still had a heart although it primarily belonged to Kurt.

"Wait, what if he wakes up?" Kurt panicked. "Do we put him somewhere?"

"In one of the cells." A boy whispered. "Give him a taste of his own medicine."

"It's too cold in there! He'll freeze!" Kurt protests.

"And?" The same boy said. "You guys almost did."

"And you helped..." Karovsky said under his breath.

"Let's just up the temperature. I don't wanna hurt him."

Blaine was in disbelief. A few hours ago Kurt was ready to do that and more.

He was probably acting on emotion Blaine decided.

Still, it seemed like everyone else didn't care what happened to him.

"You," he pointed to a random kid. "Go turn the temperature up and then put Jack in one of the cells. Make sure it's one with a camera so we don't have any surprises."

The boy left with one other to help.

"Is it going to be the same password to get out?" Kurt wondered out loud.

"Probably not. Jack wouldn't set the same password twice. He's not that stupid..."

"He's still stupid though. Very, very stupid." A boy in the back called.

Meanwhile, Karovsky was looking in the opposite direction. He'd seen a bright yellow sign on his way into the cell and was now figuring out what it was. He had to move a large box out of the way to see that it was a cardboard bumblebee.

In the corner, the website MadHouse.com was printed. Blaine was two steps behind him and immediately smiled.

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"There's a letter here." Burt whispered.

He hadn't spoken much since the incident. Finn hadn't left the house. Not even to see Rachel. (Although even if his brother wasn't missing, he should stay away from her)

"Who's it for..."

Burt squinted to read the tiny letters. "Blaine..." he concluded.

Finn sighed and put the letter in Kurt's room along with the rest. This letter however, was put in a special drawer. This is because it said it was from Mrs. Anderson.

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"Sam, where's the phone?" Mercedes asked.

Silence. The glee club stared at him. He looked uneasy, like as if his mother had just called him down and he was sure she knew he'd eaten the last cupcake without asking.

"I-I gave it up..."

"Where?!" They said in unison.

"To the police. They can use it better than we can! They traced it back to a different madhouse near Westerville."

Mercedes came and sat next to him while the others groaned.

"I was going to do that too." She admitted. "You did the right thing, Sam."

"They're not gonna see that until we find Kurt..." Sam sighed guiltily.

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"Where are we?" Kurt asked hesitantly.

"MadHouse." Blaine replied.

"How do you know?"

Blaine hesitated for a moment. "Um... My childhood..."

Blaine was absolutely terrible at lying, but luckily for him Kurt couldn't see his face. Blaine continued navigating them through tunnels labeled with red tape.

At the end of one hall, there was a room. Once they were inside, Blaine seemed to change. It was like some sort of unspoken pain but before Kurt could question it, a loud bang made them all flinch.

A few seconds later, the door slammed behind all of them, locking them in the room. Kurt started breathing much faster than normal which caused Blaine's eyes to grow wide.

The realization seemed to rip through him. He quickly checked the cameras he'd downloaded into his phone only to find Jack in the control room.

The rage that went through him when he turned to the boy he'd sent to put Jack in a room was unreal.

"You chose the fucking control room?! With all the cameras and electrical door locks and shit?!"

The boy looked scared, as anyone would when looking into the eyes of Blaine Anderson. It was just a given wether he was angry or not. The gelled boy had to take several deep breaths to keep from fighting him.

Instead, he slid down the the floor with Kurt. They were side by side, Blaine keeping his face in Kurt's chest. At that point, Kurt was the only thing that could make him the slightest bit sane.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered.

The other boys, including Karovsky, were busy forming a plan. They were in a perilous situation.

"Yes, Blaine...?"

One look at Kurt could tell you he'd given up hope. Blaine had never felt worse about anything in his life. He knew what he was about to say could never make up for such a risk, but it was all he could say in return.

"I'm sorry..."