So, I wrote this for a prompt on the GKM on LJ. It's been an experience. I certainly never thought I would write a 30k+ fic for a fill over there, but here it is. I'm going to edit it and start posting it here chapter by chapter.

This fic is very different than anything I've written before. Feedback would be loved. :) Oh, and I don't own Glee.

This story contains kidnapping, homophobic language and violence. Just a warning.

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Discord & Disaster

Blaine is late.

Kurt shifts in his seat, turning his body towards the entrance. He spins his coffee cup around in circles and swishes the hot liquid within. He straightens the sugar packet, napkin and stir stick he had set out next to Blaine's medium drip. And when Blaine still hasn't shown up, Kurt pulls out his phone and checks for missed messages. Nothing.

He takes a sip of his mocha and leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and bouncing it nervously. Blaine is never this late and it is too early in the morning for traffic to be an issue.

His coffee is getting cold.

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Sebastian Smythe has been called many things over the years – some more deserved than others – but what exactly does 'equal opportunity narcissist' even mean? Trent is a very strange guy. Sebastian ponders the name as he waits in line to buy his coffee, fiddling with the ends of his blazer sleeves. He needs to get the thing tailored; the too-long arms make him feel like a little kid playing dress-up, and he does not like that feeling in the least. It reminds him of his father. He forces himself to smile at the lady taking his order. Someday he will end up with lines around his mouth and eyes from smiling at people when he doesn't actually care.

Though Sebastian had been hoping for some Anderson eye candy to go along with his caffeine fix, he spots Kurt all alone at a table by the window instead. He looks nervous and fidgety and that is Sebastian's favourite way to find him. He grins and takes a swallow of coffee before strutting on over. He steels himself in preparation for some good barbs.

It is such a fun game they play.

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Of course Blaine's mother would pick this morning of all mornings to want to have a serious discussion about his future. He knows his parents have been working towards it for awhile, with all of their completely unsubtle hints about how the entertainment industry is like a crapshoot, and singing, that's really more of a hobby than a career. Blaine is glad they've let slip these hints and pointed a giant, flashing neon arrow in the direction of this very conversation. It has given him a chance to think it through and form a coherent and cohesive argument.

But this morning, this morning when he is meant to be meeting Kurt. This morning when last night their usual parting I love yous were replaced by an ominous text: We should meet for coffee before school to talk. This morning after he and Kurt had had a pretty serious argument and Blaine hadn't slept all night for worrying about it.

He needs to get to Kurt and tell him he changed his mind and doesn't want to spend the summer anywhere but wherever Kurt is.

But his mother just won't stop talking.

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"And where is your extremely better half this morning?"

Kurt wants to groan out loud and bang his head on the table. He wants to tell Sebastian to take his unattractive little sneer and shove it up his ass to join the rest of his head and the dicks of half the gay population of Allen County. Somehow he refrains.

He knows he looks like crap. Knows that no amount of cucumber-infused eye serum can hide the fact that he spent much of the night before sobbing into his pillow. He knows this, so he is down one brick in his fortress. He has to keep his cool, keep his tongue sharp and his eyes narrowed. He takes a sip of his coffee without answering.

"You bought him a coffee, I see. And yet..." Sebastian grins and looks around the shop, his shoulders up around his ears and hands stretched outward, palms up. "Not here."

"He's running late." Kurt's voice is croaky. He hopes Sebastian mistakes the reason for illness.

"Or maybe he ditched you for a much sweeter prospect."

Kurt lets his eyes fall closed and grinds his teeth. Of course Sebastian would hit him directly in his greatest insecurity. He hears Blaine's voice in his head telling him about the possibility of his going to Chicago or Baltimore for the summer to work at Six Flags as if that prospect isn't hurtful like a sucker punch to the gut. As if Kurt couldn't care less that his boyfriend was so flippant about petering away the very minimal time they have left before Kurt goes away to New York. Blaine is probably coming here to break up with him. He is probably late because he is sitting in his car on the side of the road somewhere working out exactly what he should say. Blaine likes to prepare his words, not fling them about haphazardly to cut where they can.

And Sebastian is still sitting there smirking down at him as though he can read Kurt's mind.

"You know what? I can't deal with you today. Goodbye, Sebastian."

He stands from his seat and gathers his empty cup along with Blaine's full one, the sugar, the stir stick and everything else and deposits them all in the nearest garbage before heading outside.

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Something he said got to Kurt and though Sebastian knows he should let it go, leave Kurt to lick his wounds in private, he simply cannot. Kurt's theoretical wounds are far too delicious a possibility.

He can see him outside, checking his phone and shaking his head. He paces back and forth along the walkway, eyes darting this way and that looking for what can only be Blaine's car.

Sebastian has never been very good at self-deprivation. He slides from his chair and goes to join Kurt outside.

"You seemed upset in there. I was worried," Sebastian says by way of greeting, enjoying the way Kurt's eyes flash.

"As if you actually care about anyone besides yourself. You are the epitome of self-centred."

"Takes one to know one."

Kurt scoffs. "You know nothing about me."

"Doesn't take but a moment to see that you hold yourself more highly than anyone else."

Kurt's eyes flash again and Sebastian barely holds back a fist pump. Such titillating danger.

"As I said, you know nothing."

"Oh, like how you would sell out your own boyfriend for a chance to beat your rival at a singing competition?"

Kurt stops looking off in the distance for a glimpse of Blaine's phantom car and meets Sebastian's eyes. "Blaine didn't want the Warblers to be disbanded."

"So Blaine saved me? Remind me to thank him properly next time I see him."

And Kurt's viciousness is suddenly back in full measure – that darling protectiveness for Blaine bringing it out every time. As he opens his pretty, pink lips to annihilate Sebastian with his words, a van comes towards them going far too fast and they have to leap back as it jumps up over the curb.

"What the fuck –" Sebastian yells, but too late. A clammy hand is clapped over his mouth and a bulky figure is strong-arming him in through the back doors of the vehicle. He braces his feet against the bumper and pushes back, hoping to overbalance his captor. A cold, hard object slams into his back directly over his right kidney and he falls forward with a gasp of pain.

He feels another body flop half on top of him and hears the doors slam closed. Before he can react, before he can untangle himself from the warm limbs of the person he is pretty positive is Kurt, the van is lurching forward and bumping off the curb and racing away, tires squealing against the pavement.

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