Okay, so this is AU... I don't know where this came from, but btw in case you didn't know, I don't own Glee.
Present Day
As Kurt looks out of the window of the plane, he wonders to himself, How did things get this bad?
1994
Twenty-one year old, Isabella Hampton was sitting at an old bar, wondering to herself, How did things get this bad?
She was supposed to be at Vanderbilt, but instead, here she was in Ohio. She was so caught up in her thoughts, she barely noticed that a handsome, young man sat down next to her. "Hey," he said, simply.
She looked at him, then finally said, "Hello." And things progressed from there. First, they talked, and had a few drinks, then, they went back to his car, and she gave him a blow-job. Then, they got to a cheap motel and had sex.
Burt got the call a few weeks after he had met her. "I'm pregnant." Out of shock, he hung up (Something he would later regret). The next few weeks he had tried to call her, but she never answered.
He knew that he should've used protection, but he was living in the moment, and Bella was just so mesmerizing. She was gorgeous.
She had pale, milky skin, and luscious, brunette hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen. She was independent, but very sweet.
Isabella had gone to Vanderbilt for a semester, but dropped out, pursuing her career as a performer.
That didn't go too well.
She had barely gotten to Columbus when she realized she didn't have any money. If she could barely pay for the gas to get there, than how the hell was she going to pay for a place to stay, or food, and now, as Burt was thinking about it, how was she going to pay for a baby?
Bella had just called Burt to tell him the news when he hung up. She threw the phone at the wall, then packed up all of her things (including some stolen items from the motel) and left.
She lived on the streets for a few days, selling some of her clothes, and some of the stolen things from the motel. Once she had enough money, she bought a one-way ticket to San Francisco. She never spoke to the father of her child again.
A few weeks after Isabella had moved to San Francisco, she found an apartment in the seedy district of Tenderloin. She got a job as a prostitute, and got into drugs.
A month later, she had a heroine addiction.
Since Bella did heroine and other drugs when she was pregnant, Kurt was premature. He weighed four pounds, and had breathing issues. Little did she know, there would be even bigger complications later on.
By the time Kurt was six, he figured out what he and his mom's "clients" did in the bedroom.
When Kurt was nine, he walked into his apartment, looking for his mother. "Mom?" "Mom!" He found her in the bathroom, "sleeping."
She overdosed on heroine and died.
Kurt ran to the neighbor's apartment, and he called 9-1-1. It was too late, and the social worker had come to take Kurt away. He had cried for his mother, but in the end, he realized that crying never solves anything. She never really loved him anyway.
He was taken in by his Aunt Nancy. She was a heartless lawyer who didn't pay any mind to him at all. When Kurt had found out that she died in a car accident, he didn't cry at all. In fact, he sort of felt relieved. She barely fed him, and often beat him.
After his Aunt Nancy died, Kurt just kind of fell of the radar. He packed a bag full of clothes, food, and books, and was on his way. He was homeless at age eleven.
2005
Kurt Hummel was sitting on the streets of Tenderloin, alone, when a pretty young girl that went by, Jade came by. "Baby, what are you doin' out here?"
"I have no place else to go," Kurt said emotionlessly.
"No place to go, eh?"
Kurt was about to reply with a witty comment, when a large black man came towards Jade. "Jade what the hell are you doin' out here?"
"Just talkin' relax, Willie."
"To a client?"
"No."
Willie approached Kurt and stuck out his hand, "Hello, I'm Willie Freelander. You got no place to stay?"
Kurt shook his head, "No."
"You need some work?"
"Yes. What kind of work?"
That day, Kurt became an eleven year old prostitute.
Kurt became friends with all of the hookers, and lived in the whorehouse with them. It was a tiny, rundown house, with all of the whores in the basement, and the pimp upstairs.
Kurt knew all of their stories.
Jade was a tall, black woman with long black hair, and big breasts. She was homeless just like Kurt, and Willie took her in.
Bambi was a tall, blonde haired woman with big, green eyes, and the biggest heart ever. She was in college, but flunked out half way through the semester because college just 'wasn't her thing'.
Kurt's closest 'friends' were Cherry and Baron.
Cherry was a short brunette just out of high school, with big ambitions. But then she got pregnant and her folks kicked her out. Willie found her, and demanded she get an abortion.
Baron was a tall, black man in his early thirties. He was a kind man who was always a father figure towards Kurt. Baron had kids of his own, and after his wife died, he was laid off. This was the only way he could afford to take care of four children. He was the only one who didn't live in the whorehouse.
Kurt's 'street name' was Babydoll, because he was the youngest, and because of his doll-like features, but also because of the 'sexy babydoll nightgowns' that women often wore.
Once he started working for Willie, he got into alcohol. One year later he started smoking. By the time he was thirteen, he was drinking, smoking, and had stolen everything he owned.
2008
Babydoll was outside, walking with Jade, Bambi, Cherry, and Baron. A gang had come by; there were at least ten of them, all men, and all had guns.
Baron had tried to reason with them, but that had just earned him a shiner and a broken nose. All of them started gathering around, and soon enough a full-on gang fight had broken out.
About an hour later, the police had arrived, but by that time Jade had been shot, and Cherry had bled to death.
2009
Now there was only Babydoll, Bambi, and Baron, and the money around was tight. Kurt had seen people get shot, beaten up, and had even gotten in a good amount of fights before himself. Although he was small, he really could fight well.
He and Baron were having a conversation while smoking, when they heard a loud crash. They ran downstairs to find Bambi, lying unconscious next to a gun.
She had killed herself. Kurt couldn't blame her.
2011
Kurt was on the sidewalk when a car pulled up slowly next to him. A man in his mid-thirties approached Kurt.
"How much?"
"Fifty for a blow, eighty for sex."
"That's pretty expensive. How old are you?"
"Seventeen. That's why it's more money."
"I see," the man said, pulling out a fifty.
They went into a cheap motel, and Kurt knelt down, about to undo his belt, when the man reached for something in his pocket. Fuck, Kurt thought. He's gonna shoot me.
But instead the man pulled out a badge. "You're under arrest."
Kurt tried to run away, but the man pinned him, then called for backup.
They arrived at the police station, and they started asking Kurt questions.
"What's your name?" The officer asked.
Kurt was handcuffed, and in a cell, but he said, "Babydoll."
"Come on, kid if you make this easy you can go. Now, what's your name?"
"I told you, it's Babydoll."
"Look, if we don't get your real name than we'll have to call the social worker in."
"I told you my real name."
"Fine."
An hour later, a mid-aged woman appeared in the doorway. "Now, will you tell me your name?"
"Babydoll."
"If you don't tell me your name, then I have no choice but to send you to a foster home, and trust me there are a lot of bigger kids there, and not a whole lot of food."
"Kurt. Okay, my name's Kurt."
"And your last name?"
After about an hour of asking, he finally responded, "Hampton. I'm Kurt Hampton."
Kurt was kept in a cell while the social workers and the Children Protection Services tried to find who else they could take Kurt to.
They looked up Kurt Hampton.
Mother: Isabella Julianna Hampton; Deceased
Father: Burt Thomas Hummel; Deceased
They looked up Burt Hummel, and found Carole Hudson.
It was decided that Kurt would take a plane into Lima, Ohio to live with his father's widow and her son.
Soo... kind of crazy, but I like it. ;) I'm crazy like that.
So should I keep writing? Well, I'm going to anyways soo...
Hope you enjoyed it! Review? Please?