A/N: Hey people! Ok… I got this idea a really long time ago, but I just finally got around to writing the first chapter. I have a lot more chapters cooking in my head…

I can't promise how often I'll update… But I'll try very hard to get them posted as soon as possible. This story is my baby… I love it. But I'm a senior in a high school.

I may increase the rating. And as the story goes on, it won't allways be in this POV.

Warnings: I won't put chapter specific warnings… so here's some that I can think of right now: Emotional Distress, Addiction, Prostitution, Drugs, Violence (Maybe), just all around sadness.

Thanks to Miko Akako for being my Beta.

Shooting Star

Chapter 1

The old abandoned buildings sped past Dave as he drove through the dark streets in his sleek black sports car. He didn't know what compelled him get in the car and drive around the bad part of New York City, but here he was a few moments before midnight, driving around...Thinking.

As always, his thoughts soon strayed to familiar territory; Kurt. Somewhere in this big city was the boy that stole his heart. The one he'd loved since high school. The one he compared everyone he met with. The one who no one else could measure up to.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he barely noticed the people scattered around the sidewalk, partially hidden in shadows cast by the streetlamps. He always felt bad when he saw people here; dealers, prostitutes and junkies, for the most part. People with no place to go; nowhere to live.

Dave sighed and decided to head home. He slowly drove south towards Manhattan. He was still scanning the sidewalks, mostly lost in his own thoughts when he thought he saw a familiar figure facing away from him, standing in a loose circle with a few other people. All the girls wore tight, short skirts that showed a lot of leg, and tight tank tops despite the cold. There were only 2 boys, both wearing tight clothes and Dave had been around long enough to recognized hookers when he saw them.

The boy that caught his eye had shaggy, chestnut brown hair that seemed achingly familiar, even though it was longer than before. Something about the long, lean lines of the boy's body spoke of familiarity, even though there were more angles now that the last of his baby fat had been stripped away by time. He looked closer, slowing his car down, and recognized something in the way the brown-hair boy moved, hands gesturing, that seemed more fluid than the rest of the group. Dave was struck by an overwhelming desire to see the boy's face. It was impossible, but he just needed to be sure.

Dave pulled over and slowly got out of the car, keeping one eye on the group. One of the girls looked him up and down and smiled alluringly, but he had eyes only for one. Cautiously, he walked up to the group and said, "Kurt? Is that you?" each of the people turned around and eyed Dave.

Dave felt like he'd been hit so hard the breath flew out of him. The boy standing in front of him was undeniably Kurt, but a Kurt who had been aged a thousand years. His cheeks were hollow, and his skin was slightly yellowed. The smile on his lips looked plastic, and didn't reach his eyes. Through the skin-tight clothes Dave could count every bone in Kurt's body. And yet, he was still the most beautiful person Dave had ever seen. His blue-green eyes took Dave's breath away when they locked on to his brown ones.

After a second the boy with chestnut brown hair said, "Well, if it isn't the Bear Cub, all grown up!"

Kurt reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair from his eyes. Dave felt Kurt's glance on him and shifting uncomfortably. The rest of the group had lost interest the second it became clear Dave was only interested in talking to Kurt and had resumed whatever conversation, closing up and excluding Kurt and Dave.

Dave stared at Kurt for a few more seconds. He had been searching for so long, but he never expected to find Kurt here. In his imagination, he would be walking along Broadway and Kurt's name would be in lights on one of the theatres. Dave would buy a ticket to the show and watch the boy he'd loved from afar, never daring to get closer. "What are you doing here?"

Kurt walked a few feet away from the group, not quite out of earshot, but far enough that anyone would have to be listening to hear their conversation. Kurt turned to him with a smile and says, "I'm working." Dave frowned; Kurt couldn't possibly be working the streets, and yet there was no other explanation for him to be dressed like that, with that group of people. "What are you doing out here so late?" Kurt asked, smiling up at Dave with wide eyes. If Dave didn't know any better, he'd say Kurt was flirting.

"I was just driving around and I saw you. How have you been doing?" Dave asked, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket.

Kurt's smile seemed to freeze and harden for a second, before he said, "I've been good." His eyes flickered to Dave's car parked a short distance away, then back to Dave. Kurt looked Dave up and down, slowly with a smile on his face. Dave felt himself flush and he was glad of the shadows to hide the reddening of his face. He felt inadequate under Kurt's gaze. It was like he was back in high school. "It looks like you've been doing really great…"

Dave smiled and nodded. He was suddenly struck with an overwhelming desire to protect Kurt; take him away from here, as if it was only proximity to this place that had turned Kurt into this gaunt stranger. He gestured to his car. "Come on Kurt… It's late and cold."

Kurt smiled and placed a hand on his hip, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Are you a cop?" he asked.

Dave just stared at Kurt for a moment before shaking his head.

Kurt's smile widened, still forced, and he asked, "Do you have money?"

Dave didn't know what to say. Any doubt in his mind of what Kurt did for a living disappeared with Kurt's questions. Kurt Hummel was a prostitute.

"Yes… I have money." Dave said with a frown. He would have lied, said anything, to get Kurt to go with him.

Kurt's head tilted forward and he smiled and slowly walked over to Dave's car, casting a coy smile over his shoulder as he opened the passenger side door.

He slipped inside the car and waited for Dave to follow him. Dave hesitated, looking between Kurt and the group of hookers. He sighed, happy that Kurt wasn't out in the cold anymore and safe with him and not with someone who would hurt him.

The thought of Kurt as a prostitute made Dave sick to his stomach. He couldn't bear the idea of other men touching Kurt with their dirty hands, using him and then casting him away when they got what they wanted. He was struck by an overwhelming desire to keep those men away from Kurt before realizing he had no right – Kurt wasn't his.

Dave walked to his car. With one last look to the group, no longer paying any attention to him, he got into the car.

Kurt flashed that plastic smile as Dave closed the door. Only one thought entered Dave's mind as he stared at Kurt: How could one person fall so far?

Chapter 1. Please Review. Thanks :)