Warnings: Hints of vampires and hinted character death. Rated T because I'm paranoid.

Full Summary: On the night of January 17th 2010, The Anderson family went missing. The last thing anyone heard from them was a hysterical 911 call from Blaine Anderson. Kurt Hummel, Blaine's husband, was badly injured in a car accident. Kurt was carrying the Anderson's second child, the first being Connor, a 3 year old. When paramedics arrived on the scene the car was there, but the Andersons were missing. They spent weeks searching but never found them. Soon their case was ruled as a cold case and forgotten. The police had told their family and friends that it was an accident and that they were dead. This is what really happened that night...

"Connor, calm down," Kurt begged the toddler as he reached around the seat to soothe the child. The 3 year old just kept on crying. Kurt sighed and looked at Blaine, "He wont calm down."

Blaine took his eyes off the road for a second to smile at his husband before turning his attention back to driving. "We will be home in a couple hours."

"That's too long," Kurt whined. Blaine raised an eyebrow and gave Kurt a look that said, 'You sound like you're 5 not 25.' Kurt stuck his tongue out at Blaine, which earned him a laugh from both Blaine and Connor. Kurt leaned back and sighed again. He was tired and his back hurt.

"You can sleep if you want," Blaine said. Kurt shook his head.

"I'm not going to go to sleep," He whispered, but he ended up drifting off anyways.

…...

Kurt jumped awake. It took him a second to recognize his surroundings. It was dark out now and rain pelted the wind shield. Kurt looked around before he let out a groan, "I didn't want to fall asleep!"

Blaine laughed softly, before he put a finger to his lips and pointed to the back seat. Kurt turned around to see Connor sleeping in his car seat. Kurt smiled, "Ready for another one?" He asked Blaine.

"Of course," Blaine answered. Kurt was currently 3 months pregnant. This baby wasn't planned, but then again, neither was Connor. Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt. They were on a road that went through a forest, no one else was on the road. Blaine smiled at him. Kurt smiled back.

Kurt saw something from the corner of his eye. He turned and saw a girl standing in the road, she looked young and scared. "Blaine!" Kurt shrieked.

Blaine jerked, he grabbed the steering wheel and slammed on the breaks. When it became clear that the car wasn't going to stop in time, Blaine turned hard. Kurt was thrown to the side before he passed out.

…...

Kurt woke up to Blaine shaking him. Blaine was crying as he shook Kurt with so much force that Kurt was surprised he didn't break anything, "Kurt, please. Wake up, don't be dead."

"Blaine?" He asked quietly. Blaine let out a sigh of relief, "Where's the girl?"

"She's gone. I don't know where she went," Blaine cried. Kurt tried to move but Blaine stopped him, "Don't. I called 911, they said it'd be best if I got you out of the car, but you shouldn't move."

"Connor?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded, "He's fine. Only a few cuts and bruises, you got the most injuries." Kurt leaned back and looked at the sky.

A noise took Kurt from his thoughts. He looked and saw the girl they almost hit. She smiled at them, "Glad to see you're okay, I brought help." A group of people stood behind her. Kurt gulped, he had a bad feeling. In a fast movement, three of the people disappeared. Kurt let out a high-pitched scream as he felt a sharp pain in his neck, then he went numb.

I actually don't know if they died or not. The orginial that I came up with was that Kurt and Blaine were on a train with their son and then the train went missing, but I liked this one better than that one. The other one would have included the whole glee gang. I'm thinking about another chapter, but for now it will be a one shot.