Note: This story is a fill to a Glee Kink Meme prompt I decided to take on. I DO NOT own Glee or any of the characters associated with it.

Chapter Warnings: Threats of violence and rape to a minor. Kidnapping.

Chapter 1: The Kidnapped

Kurt Hummel was eight years old when his mother died from an incurable illness. Or so he had been led to believe by his father and the staff. Burt Hummel did not lie to his son to be malicious and he hadn't wanted to lie for the sake of lying, really, but it wasn't like he could tell him the truth either. His son's innocence was more important and so was his peace of mind.

Even if he had decided on the truth, how would you explain to an eight year old child, who knew nothing of the bad in the world, that his mother had been assassinated? Killed in an attempt to unseat Burt Hummel from the position of power he held. A position that many people did not appreciate him having.

What was worse was that Kurt, too, had been targeted but thankfully, oh lords above thankfully, Kurt had not been with his mother at the time as was usual. He had instead chosen to attend a playmate's tea party over shopping with his mother. Kurt was safe. But for how long?

That unanswerable question ignited a fear in Burt Hummel so powerful that it nearly consumed him until an even stronger protective surge suddenly filled him.

Always.

Kurt would always be safe. He would not allow any harm to come to his child, the only part of his beloved wife he had left, even if he had to lock him away from the world forever.

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Kurt Hummel was sixteen years old when he started to view his charmed life as more of a gilded cage. He loved his life, make no mistake about that, but he was getting tired of the same walls always caging him in. They were beautiful walls, filled with the best of entertainment and luxury and comfort, but after eight years of nothing but those same walls they left him feeling trapped. Not something any sixteen year old appreciates.

He couldn't help feeling especially caged in when his father's most trusted colleagues and friends would come to visit them and would talk excitedly of the parties they had attended and the new people they had met. The sights they had seen and places they had traveled, even if it hadn't been too far from home. It had still been something different.

Jealousy was his secret sin, though he did his best not to show it. He envied their worldly experiences when all he had were books and secondhand tales. He wanted experiences of his own but knew his father would never allow it.

Because he was special.

And so his father had to keep him safe. He didn't really understand it but didn't question it either. His father loved him and they were each the other's most important thing in the world. For this reason he would try to continue his contentment in his cage.

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Kurt Hummel was seventeen years old when he really learned why it was that his father felt the need to keep him safely hidden in his gilded cage...

"Kurt!"

Kurt ignored the call. The man was insane! There was no way he was stopping and letting that monster capture him again! He had to keep running, he had to get back to his father! His feet ached something horrible and he had no idea where he was going but he kept pushing himself forward. He had to get away.

As he ran, a stitch in his side nearly paining him to tears, he couldn't help but see the irony of the situation he was now in. His father had worked so hard to keep him safe from outside forces while there was a snake laying in wait on the inside. A dirty, perverted old snake. A dirty, perverted old snake who wanted to marry him. To get his father's money!

Honestly!

The more he ran the more his gilded cage was looking better and better. This world was much too big. With frightening people in it. People who kidnapped other people to force them into a marriage so they could have money and power they didn't deserve.

"Kurt, damnit! If you don't stop running I am going to beat you to within an inch of your life!"

Kurt tripped, stumbling at those words. The promise of violence scared him. A hand had never been raised to him before, not even when he had needed discipline as a child. Should he listen to that threat? Would he really get beat?

He really didn't want to give in but it wasn't like he would be able to continue much further if the way he was gasping wildly for breath was any indication. Maybe he could try hiding for a little—

"I got him!"

A loud squeal was ripped from his throat when out of nowhere arms grabbed him around his waist and hoisted him off of his feet. Gasping in frustration when the arms tightened more than need be, he kicked his feet at the shins behind him and clawed at the bare arms squishing his insides.

"Let me go! You vile, disgusting—ugnh!" His breath was nearly knocked out of him when he was suddenly thrown to the ground, landing hard on his stomach. Luckily he managed to save his face from injury with the use of his hands.

Slowly pushing himself to his hands and knees, he found himself groaning when a familiar pair of distasteful boots came to stand before him.

"Get him on his feet!" That annoying voice commanded, snapping fingers impatiently.

Kurt found himself wincing when his arms were grabbed roughly and he was dragged to a standing position. Before he could bring his eyes up to the face of his kidnapper sudden pain bloomed in his cheek, his vision blurring for a second as his mouth filled with the taste of copper.

The pain in his cheek was soon followed by a burst of pain on the back of his scalp as a hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged, moving his head so their eyes could meet.

"If you make me or my men chase you again I will be sure to brutalize you on our wedding night." His kidnapper threatened darkly before turning at the sound of horse hooves. "Good! Get him on the horse. We need to find a place to camp for the night and soon."

Kurt allowed himself to be moved like a lifeless doll, too shocked to resist at the threat he had been given. He didn't understand what it meant, exactly, but he did understand what the word 'brutalize' meant and it wasn't anything pleasant. Not that he ever planned on marrying that creep.

Once he was situated on the horse he felt a larger body slide up behind him and had to suppress a shudder at the stink of sweat and dirt. How had it comes to this? How had he let one of his father's colleagues trick him so easily into leaving the safety of his home? How had he allowed his instinct to fall second to what he wanted to hear?

He should have known better. His father would have never allowed him to venture so far from their house without him if he wouldn't even let him dare to think of leaving with him. He was so stupid. He couldn't help it though. He had been so excited. The opportunity to venture outside of familiar walls was too tempting. Like a modern Eve, having taken a bite of what was forbidden, he had been ripped from his Eden and his God.

"Dad..." He whispered brokenly as tears filled his eyes. The ache in his cheek didn't help him hold them back either.

They had traveled a good ways before a stop was finally called and, slowly, horses were dismounted. He was pulled roughly from his own, stumbling when his feet hit the ground harder than he was expecting. As soon as he was stable he was led over to where a fire was being built.

"Tie him up." His kidnapper said after a once-over.

Kurt's cheeks became flush with anger at the thought of being tied up like some animal but bit his tongue against any verbal complaint, not wanting to possibly be hit again. He remained docile even when the ropes that were being wrapped around his chest and arms were pulled tight enough to hurt and restrict his breathing a little.

Once bound he was made to sit while the fire was finished quickly as dusk fell, leaving a slight chill in the air. It wasn't much longer until the sky was completely dark and the sounds of the night life in the forest made itself heard.

Every sound made frightened him. He had heard tales and read some books on the things that lived in a forest and most were dangerous. Was he in danger here—well, more so than with the imbeciles who had kidnapped him? What if something attacked them? He had no way to defend himself with his lack of knowledge and mobility. That thought frightened him more.

"A-Are you sure it's safe here?" He asked apprehensively to anyone who saw fit to answer him.

"Of course it is!" Someone, he didn't catch who, snapped back at him.

He didn't believe that for one minute but he wasn't going to say anything. He kind of hoped they did get attacked. And that whatever monsters lived in here would eat these guys for not showing proper fear! The monsters would not eat him, however. Oh, no. They would see he was an innocent in all of this and they would help him. They would get him back home to his father because... because he needed to believe that or he would start crying again.

When the fire was hot enough to cook over, Kurt felt his cheeks heat once more, this time from the embarrassing growls of his stomach as the smells of cooking meat and whatever else they were heating up reached his nose. How long had it been since he had last eaten? How long had it been since was taken from his home?

A small whimper started to rise in his throat but, thankfully, he managed to hold it in when he noticed that none of the finished food being passed around was ever offered to him. He tried to ignore it and turn his attention elsewhere but found it a little difficult when his tummy continued to rumble with hunger.

"Is my little Prince hungry?"

A shiver tickled his spine in an unpleasant way at the oily mock affection in his kidnapper's tone. He ignored him.

"Come on now. If you want something to eat... let me hear you beg for it." Laughter followed this and he couldn't resist turning to glare at his kidnapper. He was just about to open his mouth to reply, whether it was wise or not, when a distant sound of howling sounded from the right.

Silence fell over them all as they listened intently to see if it would happened again. It did, a few seconds later, and it was closer.

"Do you think—" One of the men started to question with a nervous air until he was silenced with an annoyed shush.

"Quiet!" His kidnapper hissed lowly, still listening.

The howling came again, this time followed by barking. Kurt's eyes widened. Barking? Barking is what dogs did! Dogs weren't scary forest creatures! But why would there be dogs in the—could it be his father? Had his father come to find him?

What a foolish question! Of course his father would come for him! When the howling and barking came again he sucked in as deeply as possible with the tight ropes and screamed.

"HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! HELP! HE—" He called out as loud as he could until a disgusting hand clamped over his mouth, blunt nails digging into his tender cheek.

"Shut up, idiot!" His kidnapper growled at him, shoving him down to the ground. When his head connected with the hard earth he was hit with a dizzy spell that lasted a good few seconds. "Get the horses ready to—"

The sentence was left unfinished when the barking finally reached them, two large masses coming in from the trees. Shouts of surprise echoed around at their arrival.

"Wolves!" One of the men gasped as they all got to their feet

He was left gasping for breath after his kidnapper released him to get up as well. He could hear the horses neighing in fright and the men scurrying around as the large beasts growled and snapped their jaws. When pained screams started filling the air he quickly rolled onto his belly and scrambled to his knees.

Blood. There was blood. Face paling at the sight, he scrambled to his feet and nearly fell back down when he had to jump backwards to avoid being bowled over by one of the men fighting violently with a large, black animal. What was going on? Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse two strange men suddenly appeared. One had the darkest skin he had ever seen and the other was—oh!

He hadn't even noticed that he had been backing up in horror until his back bumped into something. Turning quickly, he screamed at the sight of another strange man. He managed to take in strange red marks and long, dark curly hair before a hand reaching out to him caused him to faint with fright.