Hello! I was writing a chapter of one of my other stories and I had a lot ideas, but I couldn't really use them in that story… So I just had to make another story. I really like a Burt/Blaine friendship and Blangst. So if you read this you'll find a lot of this!

Should I continue or just end it here? Review! Please and tell me!

Btw I'm Dutch and my English is not very good... XD

This evening changes everything

Summary: Burt is a proud dad of two sons. Kurt and Blaine, but when Blaine is two years old he disappears. Burt looked for him everywhere, but couldn't find him. After fourteen years a few boys tell him that he's in danger and Burt will do everything to safe him. Blangst/Burt/Kurt

Disclaimer: I own nothing…

"Burt!" some voice shouted as Burt was walking on the street. It was already getting dark and Burt doesn't have a good feeling about this.

"Yeah?" Burt answered curious as he looked around. Looking for a knowing face, but the only thing he saw was a fist that punched him in his face.

"Sorry, man. I just couldn't control my arm." the same voice said, but Burt didn't believe any of it. He escaped from the arms that were wrapped around him and tried to ignore the pain in his nose. Shit, that's hurts. But Burt is a strong man. He turned around and run away. Not caring that it looked stupid that a grown man was running away from some teenagers.

"Fine! If you don't want to see your son ever again! Run!" Kurt? Burt thought. They have Kurt? No this can't be true. He's home with Carole, Finn and Puck. He can't be with those guys. But Burt didn't want to risk anything if it's about his son.

"Where is he?" Burt asked as he walked back to the boys.

"Now you're interested." One of the boys said. Most of those boys were drunk. Probably too drunk to remember this night. It's probably better to ignore those guys, but Burt just can't.

"Where is he?" Burt asked a little angrier now.

"Who?" one of those boys asked seriously. Did he really not remember?

"My son!" Burt shouted angry. Having trouble to hold his anger.

"He's in some room. It's a secret, which means I can't tell you!"

"Just fucking tell me were Kurt is!" Burt shouted as he grabbed one of those boys by his neck.

"Kurt? Who is Kurt?" One of the boys asked nervously. "Don't be so strong. I'm gonna pee in my pants." And he run off. Well one boy less to kill. Burt thought. Of course he won't kill anyone.

"Kurt is my son! Where is he?" Burt asked for the last time, looking all the boys in their eyes.

"We don't know. We-we thought Blaine was-was your son. Blaine Anderson." One boy said.

"Guys you have to see my pee!" The boy shouted who had run away earlier. And Burt just let them go. Blaine? His son. They know his son. The boy who left fourteen years ago. And he's in trouble. At least that's what they say, but they were pretty drunk. But he can't just forget this. It's too important.

"Dad! What happened?" Kurt immediately was on his feet as he saw his father in the doorway with a bleeding nose.

"Oh yeah, right" Burt actually forgot about the bloody nose. He was thinking about other things. Like his son. "I'll just clean that up" He added.

"I'll help" Carole said. She was curious about what had happened too.

"That would be nice" Burt flirted as they walked into the kitchen. Normally Carole would flirt back, but right now there where more important things she wants to know about.

"Explain…" Carole forced as she had cleaned up Burt's nose.

"Some boys came to me and told me that they had my son" Burt started and Carole nodded understandably. "They meant Blaine" Carole shocked. She didn't expect this.

"You mean the boy you haven't seen in fourteen years?" Burt nodded.

"They were drunk. Maybe it's not true." Burt stated. It was quiet for a while until they heard a sob. Their heads immediately turned to the door. Where Kurt was standing.

"Kurt!" Burt stood up and walked to his son.

"I can't believe you haven't told me!" Kurt shouted angry at his father.

"I wanted to tell you. Really. But I thought it didn't matter." Burt tried to explain.

"It didn't matter? I have a brother. You have another son! How can you not tell me this!" Kurt hasn't been as mad as this in a really long time. He stormed to his room and slapped the door behind him. It was quiet in the house now. Carole and Burt were holding hands and sitting in the kitchen. Finn and Puck had heard everything what Kurt said and didn't know what to say.

Burt still couldn't believe what just happened. He hasn't seen Blaine for a long time, but he still cares. And he didn't know if Blaine was safe or that those boys were right and they were really hiding him somewhere in a room, but one thing he did know. He'll find him and make sure that he's okay.

This is a short introduction! If you like it, you should review, because I'm writing a lot stories at the same time right now and reviews make me write faster!

(But this is short the following chapter will be a little longer, but not really long!)

Xxx Crissingirl123