Another idea I just couldn't stop thinking about!

Prologue

Kurt frowned as he saw Blaine wasn't in his French class. This wasn't like Blaine, to skip.

"Maybe he was sick" Kurt told himself. During lunchtime he tried to call Blaine, but go no answer. If he's sick he's probably sleeping Kurt told himself. He was a little upset at the fact Blaine didn't even try and text him to say he was sick because they had plans that afternoon. As Mr. Shcue droned on about his assignment for the week he glanced outside and saw that it was snowing. He watched the snow fall and for the ice to form on the glass as he thought of Blaine. And a horrible thought entered his mind. What if Blaine got hurt on the way to school? What if he was out in the cold, sick? What if he was laying in a ditch with snow falling on him?

"Stop that" He scolded himself. "Blaine's just home sick, and he couldn't call cause he was really sick and so he probably took something that made him pass out."

But those bad feelings didn't stop. By the time he reached home his stomach was in knots. He hated the feeling he was getting at the pit of the stomach. He tried to call Blaine's cell again. No answer.

"Damn it!" He cursed quietly. Finn looked up as he was making himself a beef sandwich for an after school snack.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't get a hold of Blaine. He wasn't at school today and I'm worried about him. We had plans and he wouldn't cancel without telling me first."

Worry was in Kurt's eyes as he spoke.

"Yeah, I wondered why Blaine didn't show up," Finn said with his mouth full. "I figured you knew why, though. Cause you didn't bring it up."

Kurt sighed.

"I'm going over to his house."

"Look he's probably just really sick with the flu, or something, and is passed out for the day."

"Probably," agreed Kurt. "But I need to see it for myself. I have this bad feeling."

"You worry too much," sighed Finn. Kurt ignored him as he grabbed his jacket and walked outside. On the drive over he told himself that Finn was fine. He was just overreacting. He wasn't used to Blaine not calling when he wasn't going to do something. Blaine always let Kurt know when something was wrong, or he couldn't make it.

He rang the Anderson's doorbell. Blaine's mother opened the door. She was a woman in her early 40s with long black hair and her eyes was the same color as Blaine's. But right now they were filled with worry.

"Oh Kurt," she said, almost a little breathlessly. "It's nice to see you."

"Sorry for randomly showing up," Kurt said quickly. "Blaine didn't show up for school. I was worried he was sick and wanted to see how he was."

Her face paled.

"You mean he never showed up for school?"

That feeling emerged in the pit of Kurt's stomach.

"No...I...thought he was sick."

"He left for school like he always did." More worry filled her. "I kind of just thought he left with you after school, but he said he'd call first to let me know that plans with you was confirmed. I was a little upset when he didn't call, but I didn't realize he wasn't at school."

Kurt felt sick as he glanced around the neighborhood and saw it was snowing more. He could tell Mrs. Anderson was also staring at the snow.

"Please, come in, Kurt." She quickly ushered him inside. "William?"

"Yes what is it, Kate?" Blaine's father called from his office. Kurt stiffened. He always felt uncomfortable around Mr. Anderson who didn't approve of his son's sexuality and certainly didn't approve of his boyfriend.

"Blaine never showed up for school!"

A pause and Kurt heard a chair squeak as Mr. Anderson clearly got up.

"What?" He went into the living room and froze when he saw Kurt. His lips pursed and Kurt avoided eye contact."Hello, Kurt."

Kurt nodded, embarrassed and self conscious.

"Hello, sir," he mumbled.

"Kurt came by to see if Blaine was sick," Mrs. Anderson explained. She was at least more welcome and kind than Blaine's father. Kurt loved the fact that she was very accepting of Blaine's sexuality, much more so than her husband. And she loved Kurt. Kurt had often wondered if his own mother would have accepted him for who he was. Would she have been as warm and accepting as his father? He pushed those thoughts away.

"I thought Blaine went to school." Mr. Anderson's arms folded in concern.

"That's what I thought...William it's not like Blaine to ditch school. What if...what if he got hurt on the way? And in this weather..." She glanced outside and Kurt bit his lip. His worst fears was being echoed by someone else. Mr. Anderson looked worried and glanced at the clock. "Maybe...he ran into one of his old friends from Dalton or his other school," he finally said, clearly searching for reasons. "We'll wait for a little bit before we do anything."

Mrs. Anderson nodded, still worried, and asked Kurt if he would like some hot chocolate. Kurt agreed, even though he knew he wouldn't really taste it.

By 5:00 Blaine hadn't come home, or called. Mrs. Anderson pointed that out to her husband and added it was getting dark. Mr. Anderson sighed, and looked paler than usual.

"We're calling the police," he said quietly and stood up. Kurt wanted to throw up.

Blaine woke with a groan. Everything was black. Why was everything black? He realized he was blindfolded, gagged and tied to a chair.

His first thought? This had to be a nightmare. This couldn't be real.

Second though, how the hell was he going to get out of this? And why was this happening? Fear filled him, and panic, as he struggled against the bonds. How long was he out? He remembered something press against his mouth and then everything went dark, but after that...he thought he remembered waking up briefly in moving van, and passing out quickly.

Tears rolled down his cheek.

This was stuff you saw in the movies. This didn't happen in real life! Especially not in a town like Lima Heights.

He stiffened when he heard a door open and footsteps walk closer and closer to him...