Title is taken from the Imogen Heap song of the same name. Also, I promise this one has a happy ending...eventually. Mwahahaha!

Original title was 'In Which Sebastian is an Evil, Psychotic Butt-munch,' but I felt that was a little on the long side.

Hide and Seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.

Sebastian Smythe hated waiting.

He'd been doing a lot of that lately.

And it wasn't something to which he was accustomed.

Waiting for Gossip Girl to come back had been hard (Chuck Bass, after all, was his role model). He'd waited for just the right moment to take over the Warblers, and though it'd been harder still, that had paid off swimmingly. Waiting for one Blaine Anderson to wake up and get bored of that…girly-boy he dated, though? Not so much.

But that was going to change.

The waiting was about to pay off.

It wasn't that Sebastian was in love with the guy, but Blaine Anderson was quite the arm-candy, and he'd promised the Warblers if they let him do away with the Council and take over as Captain, he'd be their ticket to Nationals.

Distracting the lead singers of their biggest competition with the tragic loss of their favorite gay would give the Warblers a definite edge, and word on the street was Vocal Adrenaline wasn't exactly a threat this season. Although they'd placed enough to compete at Regionals, the team had had issues finding its footing and rumor was that they had a new lead singer who seemed to be confused about whether or not he was a Soprano or a Tenor.

"Gentlemen," Sebastian greeted. "I've called this meeting because I've been told you were the best."

"What the hell, Norm? He's just a kid." One of the guys said when they spotted him.

"Who the fuck cares?" Norm replied. "If he's got the dough, it don't matter."

"So I trust that the terms we agreed to still apply?" Sebastian said, choosing to ignore the remarks.

"This is not some fucking scene out of a damn movie kid," Louie barked. "You got the cash?"

Sebastian just grinned and handed them both envelopes.

"I trust you'll find everything there."

They counted it.

"It wasn't easy getting the money, but I assume, gentlemen, that I'll get what I paid for?"

"For cryin' out loud," Norm said. "Just tell us what you want us to do."

"This kid," Sebastian said, showing them the photograph from Kurt's profile picture on his Facebook page. "I want him taken care of."

"By taken care of, you mean..."

"In the Fargo sense of the word," Sebastian answered.

"He cheated on you or some shit like that?" Louie asked.

Sebastian chuckled. "No, nothing like that. This is for a far worthier cause. You see, I promised my a capella group that I'd get us to Nationals. Eliminating him will go a long way towards accomplishing that."

There was silence for a beat, then Louie and Norm laughed loud and long.

"Let me get this straight," Norm said, catching his breath. "You want us to take care of him for you for a singing competition? That's the funniest shit I've ever heard!"

"I don't get it kid," Louie said chuckling. "I've been in this business for a long damn time. I've had guys want to off people for money, for love, for revenge. Hell, I've gotten jobs 'cause somebody hates someone else's guts. And you want me to do what exactly? For a fucking singing competition?"

"Gentlemen, yours is not to reason why. Yours is to do the damn job. So." He leaned forward. "Do we have a deal?"

Norm and Louie spent a few minutes counting out the crisp bills in the envelope.

"Deal," Norm said. "When do you want it done?"

Kurt opened his eyes, and for a moment, he wasn't sure he had.

His whole head felt huge, and he panicked, trying to remember how he got here.

He tried to rub is eyes, but found he couldn't because his hands were bound above his head by rope. Whatever was beneath him was soft, and it squeaked…like a mattress. The coat he had on when he left Blaine's was gone, and his shoes. He bemoaned the loss of his doc martens, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

Like how he got here.

He remembered leaving Blaine's house in a blind fury.

It had been an awful fight.

"I would think after Sleazy McChipmunkface put you in the hospital, you'd be less inclined to talk to him. And you lied to me to hang out with them tonight why, exactly?"

"It wasn't a lie…I just…forgot to tell you."

Kurt glared. "Sebastian made it crystal clear that the Warblers aren't the way they were when we left. They don't even have a council anymore. We can't trust them anymore. And you…you can't just…be so nice to everyone all the time!"

"I told you. Sebastian is nothing to me. We're not even hanging out! It was just Nick, Jeff and Trent. David quit when he realized that Sebastian had completely taken over things, and most of the guys we knew have graduated."

"Might I remind you that those guys you call friends didn't lift a damn finger to help when you were injured? And you lied to me to hang out with them tonight why, exactly?"

"They're my friends! Trent explained they had no idea there was rock salt in the slushy, and they apologized for it and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was hanging out with them, but I wasn't aware that I needed your permission!"

"You don't need my permission, but I really don't appreciate being lied to. I want to be able to trust you when I'm in New York, and…"

"Wait…since when is this about you trusting me?"

"Because lying is SO conducive to a healthy relationship," Kurt snapped back.

"So you're telling me you don't trust me? Seriously?"

"I'm sorry. I do trust you, Blaine. It's not you I'm worried about. But Sebastian? He's just not going to stop. He just wants you for another notch on his bedpost, and he's not the kind of guy who takes 'no' for an answer. But…" he shook his head. "Forget it. Clearly, you're just going to do what you want and not care about the consequences."

"Kurt, why are you acting like this? Would you listen to yourself? Aren't you being just a little irrational?"

"Irrational?" Kurt echoed incredulously. "You know what?" he said tersely, gathering his coat and bag. "I'll just go. I'll see you on Monday."

Blaine had protested, but Kurt ignored him, and the front door shut with a satisfactory slam. He pulled out of the driveway with the last vestiges of winter nipping at his skin and hot tears spilling down his cheeks.

He kept running through the fight in his head, wishing he could've just dropped the matter and pretended like he was okay with it, but the more he did that, the angrier he got, and the worst part of it was, he knew why Blaine had felt it necessary to lie. Blaine knew this would be the reaction, and Kurt never wanted to be That Boyfriend. He wanted Blaine to hang out with whomever he wanted to hang out with, even if they did prove to be sleazy or less than loyal.

He would apologize when he got home. He would send a text as soon as he pulled into the driveway, and hopefully by Monday at Glee, things would be back to normal.

The two-lane highway was almost deserted, and he was so lost in thought that he barely registered the lights from a car behind him. The driver must've forgotten to switch off the brights. It wouldn't be the first time it'd happened to him on this road, and he knew it wouldn't be the last, so he switched lanes, but the car only followed suit. He changed lanes again, but this time the car was close…right on his bumper.

"What an asshole!" Kurt swore. It wasn't something he usually did unless it was the most appropriate word-choice, and as the other driver grew closer and closer and the bright lights began to make driving a challenge, he wished for a name that was a bit stronger.

'What the hell?" Kurt pressed his foot on the gas and sped into the next lane, but then then there was the sound of metal against metal as the other driver struck his car again.

Kurt felt the Navigator losing control and screamed as he realized he was careening towards a patch of trees.

That was the last thing Kurt remembered, and now…

Whatever was beneath him was soft, and it squeaked…like a mattress. The coat he had on when he left Blaine's was gone, but he still had the shirt and pants that he put on this morning.

His shoulder throbbed and it hurt to breathe.

He screamed for help, but it was very clear that wherever he was, for the time being, he was alone.

Leaving him to panic alone in the blackness.

A/N: The muse has been on an extended vacation lately and he might need a little coaxing. Te gusta? Review!