Chapter 1: Meet Kurt Hummel

'Sir, I asked you something! How much does this phone cost?' Kurt shook his head. 'Oh sorry. That one is 200 dollars.' He had been waiting for customers all day, so he was really tired. Now that there's finally one, he had fallen asleep. How rude could he be? '200 dollars? Isn't that cheap for an iPhone? Are you sure this isn't second-hand?' The customer frowned and looked at the new-looking phone in his hand. 'No, it's not second-hand. I can get those things cheaper because the person who sold me them, is a relative of me.' lied Kurt. 'Oh well I guess the price is fine then. I take it. Here's the money.' The customer grabbed in his purse and gave to money to Kurt. 'Thank you very much. I hope you'll have a great evening.' The customer walked happily away. Kurt sighed. What a day.

An hour later, after he brought the stuff he sells home (yes, he had a small house. He was able to hire it from the money he received last year) and ate dinner. Afterwards he cycled on his bike (no, he didn't have to money to buy a car too) to a store to steal some gadgets. He really didn't like what he had to do to make some money, but he thought this was the only way to keep hiring his house. It was 2 am, so the chance that anybody still was in the store was very little. He wore his balaclava to not get recognized, but he hated that thing because it destroyed his hair. And he hated wearing black clothes. It made his skin looking whiter. When he finished high school, he started to work at and auditioned for a few musicals. When he heard he had a part of one of the musicals, he immediately quitted his job at and focused on his 'musical-career'. But after playing in that musical, nobody seemed to want him for some role in another musical. He gave up and became homeless.

Kurt was near to the store, so he put his bike in a bicycle rack and walked the last few minutes. Around the store he wanted to rob, were another hundreds of stores, but he made his choice by good think work. The store, called "Amaze-Gadgets", was not so big, although a lot of their gadgets were really popular by the people. The place was kind of new, it wasn't even 1 year old, so that must be the reason they had no alarm system yet, something Kurt found out a few days ago. Kurt was really close to store now, so he tiptoed to the door. He took his burglary stuff out of his bag and tried to open the door, which succeeded in 2 minutes. He grinned and slowly tiptoed into the store. He put his burglary stuff back in the bag and took his little flashlight and put it on. The flashlight didn't work. 'Damn it.' whispered Kurt. Kurt did his hands forwards while he was walking so he wouldn't walk against a wall. Instead he stubbed his toe against it. He groaned and hopped through the store. Suddenly someone came in and put the lights on. The person screamed by seeing Kurt with his balaclava. Kurt blinked a few times because of the bright light and realized he had to do something so his rob wouldn't fail. 'Madame, please go away and I won't cause you anything.' The lady didn't make a move. Kurt walked closer but the person seemed to be not scared. At all. In the time Kurt walked closer and closer to the lady, he realized she was someone familiar. It was Santana, a girl who was his friend in high school. Did she recognize him or wasn't she just scared? He decided to treat her like she was someone he didn't know. 'Go away. I don't want to get troubles.' Santana sighed and crossed her arms. 'Like you don't have the chance to get in trouble by stealing stuff!' Kurt walked even closer and tried to push her out of the store. 'Kurt! Why are you doing this? This is MY store!' Kurt hated himself more while he kept pushing. 'I'm so sorry.' Kurt closed the door. 'Kurt, please! The store is just running so well! You selfish ass!' Kurt didn't give attention to Santana and started to put things in his bag. Phones, MP3-Players, tablets… He already regretted all what he did, but for him this way was the only way. The only way to make some money.

Half an hour later he unlocked the door and left the store. But Santana still was there, in front of the store. 'Give me my stuff or I will report you to the police!' 'Please Santana…' he said and took his balaclava off. '…I don't know how you recognized me, but-' Santana interrupted Kurt. 'Ha, that was very easy. First able, I recognized your rare voice. Second able you're wearing Dr Martens, jeans with a shine and a tie… And I recognized your Armani bag. I remember when you showed me your bag, proud, telling me there were only 10 of it around the whole world. AND since I know you live in this neighborhood, it couldn't been anyone but you.' 'Oh.' 'And now give me my products back.' 'San, I need stuff to sell! I live by the money I make with selling stolen stuff… I promise I'll never return to your store ever again.' Santana shook her head. 'Kurt, what happened to your dreams?' 'That…That's a long story.' 'I've got time for that. Tell me.' said Santana and took a seat on the ground. 'Alright.' said Kurt and told the whole story while he was trying to keep his tears. 'That's horrible! But why stealing? You could… I don't know…, work at a supermarket or clean people's houses…' 'No Santana! I've tried jobs like that but I didn't get enough money with them, trust me.' 'Well, you could audition for a musical again or just try to get your job at Vogue back…' 'No. In my experience of auditioning for musicals I realized nobody wants me anymore and I see no chance to get back at Vogue.' 'Oh jeez Kurt! You're such a selfish quitter! Are you a pessimist or whatever?!' Santana rolled with her eyes. 'No, I'm just being realistic. But ok, I'll go if I'm annoying you.' said Kurt and walked away. 'I'm still going to report you to the police!' yelled Santana as loud as possible so Kurt could hear it for sure. Kurt walked through and put his middle finger in the air. What a bitch! Or… was he really a quitter? No, Kurt was determined. He was right. She wasn't.

So, this was chapter one. I made it not so long to see if you guys like it or not. Review, please!