Tick… Tick… Tick… Tick… The same sound repeated over and over and over, it was a never ending sound in the small empty room. It was a dark room, the only light came from the small lamp sitting on the desk in front of the young seventeen year old boy. He sat there alone for about an hour, his face stained with tears and his eyes all red and puffy. His head was killing him, he hardly remember what was going on or where exactly he was. All he knew was that something happened and he was blamed.
He stared down at his hands that were tied together by hand cuffs when he heard murmuring coming from behind the gray steel door in front of him. His head quickly shot up when an older man in his mid 30's walked in, closing the door quietly behind him with a tan folder in his hands.
"Blaine Anderson?" The man asked, making sure he was with the correct person. Blaine nodded slowly, eyeing the man up and down several times. He was wearing a black suit, his hair neatly combed back, and a Grande Complication watch wrapped around his right wrist. He watched the man slowly slip into the seat across from him. "I'm Ethan Woods, I work here."
"Where am I?" Blaine asked, looking at him.
"Police station, in the interrogation room to be exact." Ethan answered.
"And you're the interrogator?" Blaine scoffed, shaking his head.
"That is correct."
"You're too nice to be an interrogator. Why am I here?"
Ethan carefully placed the folder he was holding onto the desk between them, opening it up slowly as Blaine watched him curiously. The dark haired man pulled out a small photo out from the folder and carefully placed it in front of Blaine. "Do you know him?"
Blaine nodded as he stared down at the picture of a young boy with brown hair and blue/greenish eyes. "He's my…" Blaine stopped himself from going anymore further.
Ethan chuckled, "I won't judge you, Kurt's father told me about you."
"I-I'm confused, why am I here? Where's Kurt? Is he with another interrogator?"
Ethan sighed, taking the photo back, slipping it into the folder, "Kurt was reported missing about three days ago."
"W-What? No, that's impossible. He was with me yesterday."
"Blaine, you woke up yesterday. You've been in the hospital since Kurt's absence. You don't remember anything do you?"
Blaine's eyes filled with tears of frustration and worry, "I wanna see Kurt."
"Blaine, Kurt's not here. He's missing. You can't see him until we find him."
The seventeen year old shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, no. You're crazy. I was with him yesterday. I remember it. We were in his room watching Disney movies. I remember. We were talking about college and New York. He can't be missing… He can't be."
"You were probably talking about that three days ago. You were found in his room as well, but he wasn't there. The window was smashed and you were on the ground bleeding from your head, there was also blood on the bed as well, most likely Kurt's. They're still running tests in the lab."
"No!" Blaine raised his voice. "Kurt is not gone! He's not! He's probably at the Lima Bean! Let me call him! I bet he'll pick up his phone."
"I know this must be very hard to deal wi-"
"Shut up! Kurt is not gone! He's not missing! You're lying to me! This is all some kind of mean joke and it needs to stop!"
"I wish it were a joke, Blaine." Ethan mumbled. The steel door opened again and two men walked inside. One dressed in a cop uniform, the other wore a blue faded baseball cap and a plaid buttoned up shirt with a white tank top behind it and baggy faded blue jeans.
"Geez , what are you doing to the poor boy?" The man with the baseball cap exclaimed as he rushed over to Blaine's side. "Get him out of these hand cuffs and untie his feet from the chair!" Blaine looked down at his feet, never even realizing his feet were tied. The officer looked at Ethan, waiting for permission when Ethan nodded. The officer walked over to Blaine's side and cut the rope off Blaine's ankles and unlocked the cuffs. Blaine rubbed his wrists and looked up at the man besides him.
"I've never been so happy to see you, Burt." Blaine said.
"Are you alright kiddo?" Burt asked, helping Blaine up from the chair.
"I-I think so… I'm just so confused right now. They're telling me Kurt's missing…" Burt looked down. "I-It's not true is it?"
"I'm afraid so kid." Burt said sadly, Blaine stood there in shock until Burt took his hand and lead him out the dark room. Blaine squinted his eyes as they walked out, the brightness bothering his eyes. Burt lead him to the waiting area where Rachel Berry, a friend of his and Kurt's, Finn Hudson, Kurt's step brother, and Carole Hudson-Hummel, Kurt's step mother, waited. Finn quickly rushed to his feet as Blaine and Burt approached them.
"Blaine," He exclaimed, letting out a sigh of relief as he pulled the shorter boy into a hug. Blaine wrapped his arms around the taller boy and hugged him tightly, burying his face in Finn's chest. "I was so worried about you, they didn't hurt you or anything in there did they?"
"No, it was a short conversation." Blaine told him, pulling away from the hug, by now Rachel and Carole were standing. Blaine looked at the young girl, her face stained with tears as well. They both gazed into each others eyes for a few moments until she threw herself into Blaine's arms and began crying again. Blaine fought back his own tears and tried to remain strong, until he felt a few tears of his down fall down his face and he held Rachel close.
"We have to find him." She sobbed.
"I know, we'll do everything." Blaine looked up over at Burt and Carole. "We will do everything right?"
Burt nodded, "I already got a search crew, they're making commercials, giving out reports on the news. We're doing everything we can to find him and we will find him. I'm not giving up- we're not giving up." Rachel buried her face into Blaine's chest and continued crying as Blaine leaned his cheek on her head, watching as an officer posting Kurt's picture up on the waiting room bulletin board and in big letters over the picture 'MISSING' was written. Underneath the picture all of Kurt's information. I'll find you Kurt, no matter what it takes. I will find you.