Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee.

So... I have no idea how I got this idea... I still hope you enjoy reading it and maybe give me some advice on how to NOT CONSTANTLY BEGIN WITH 'HE'!

Ahem.

Anyway, I hope you like it and let me know what you think (And please be nice, I don't really have the most original ideas or a good way of writing... I think)

It was a casual Saturday for Kurt. He went out shopping for new clothes for the new season, alone. He sighed. He'd rather have Tina or Mercedes or actually any of the girls with him, but they either had too much homework, had to visit family or had boyfriends to go to.

Which meant that Kurt had to go alone.

At the moment, he was already carrying several bags with presents, seeing as it was almost Christmas and he was the kind of person to give every single one of his friends a well-thought-about gift. Which basically meant he had to search through the entire mall looking for that one specific gift he'd seen somewhere.

This led to a very exhausted and slightly grumpy Kurt Hummel, which is something nobody wants to come near to.

Kurt groaned as the weight of all of the bags hanging on his arms started to hurt. After ten minutes and several pauses of setting the bags on the ground and regaining his breath, he finally managed to reach his car.

He unlocked it and threw the bags in the backseat. Then, he closed the door and leaned against it, just revelling in the fact that he's finally done.

Sometimes, he wonders why he bothers so much to please his friends, when they don't even notice the constant bullying Kurt has to endure.

Kurt was walking across the parking lot, just listening to his iPod, preparing himself for a long day of boring and actually completely useless classes. Most of the time, he'd spend dodging pieces of paper thrown at him by the jocks, reading a book or just chatting with his friends about their weekend, or their plans for next weekend.

But, while his friends did notice all the paper thrown at Kurt, they never said anything about it.

What was worse was the fact that when Kurt was shoved into lockers, he only got an 'are you okay?' and he always told them he was, even though most of the time it didn't even sound convincing. But apparently, it was good enough for them, because they would just shrug it off and start babbling about something completely different.

What was worse was the death threat he'd received from Karofsky in the middle of the hallway. While his friends had been standing less than 20 feet away from him, they hadn't noticed the look of pure horror on Kurt's face. It had been Mr Schuester who had noticed him and took him to the principal that time.

To be honest, he'd never told them about Karofsky's threat, but he'd never really forgiven them for not noticing either. Especially because it had put him in a state of constant fear and what felt like paranoia, because when he was at McKinley, he kept looking over his shoulders to make sure he wasn't being followed by the guy.

It was tiring, really.

Kurt sighed again. There wasn't really anything his friends could've done anyway, so why bother being angry with them.

Suddenly, he heard crying. It got louder and louder, until the person also started screaming. Kurt looked to his right. There was a rather dark alley there and the sounds seemed to come from there.

It sounded like a child looking for help.

So Kurt, even though he had a little bit of a bad feeling about it, decided to go and take a look.

He convinced himself that if he really didn't trust it there, he'd go back and go home.

As Kurt approached the alley, the screaming got louder. Seeing as it was very dark, and getting darker every minute, Kurt had to come closer than he'd initially wanted.

As Kurt got closer and closer, he managed to make out a small, sitting form and something that looked like two legs coming out from behind a dirty dumpster.

The small person, which was undoubtedly a child, suddenly looked up at Kurt. He could've sworn that the eyes were glowing, but it was probably his imagination.

The eyes were the only part of the face that was actually visible. The child had a scarf wrapped around her mouth and nose and a cap on her head. From under the cap came dark hair, which looked like it hadn't been brushed in years. Or cut in years. Or washed.

It just looked slightly disgusting, as if she'd been living on the streets her entire life.

Cautiously, Kurt came closer, until he was standing next to the child. Then, he looked at the person she was sitting next to. There was a light blue towel draped over his head and neck. But most of the towel was drained in some dark liquid. Kurt sat next to the girl and turned his head so that he couldn't see her anymore to look at the man lying in front of him.

Just as he wanted to lift the towel to take a careful look at the man, to see if he recognized him and to see how bad it was, he realized something.

Something was missing.

While, before, there had been sobbing, crying and screaming, it wasn't there.

It was quiet. And it scared him to no end.

Suddenly, he heard a soft, low chuckle behind him. Kurt's eyes widened.

Slowly he turned his head. And as he looked at the spot where the girl had been sitting less than a minute ago, a bloodcurdling growl could be heard.

Kurt saw a flash of something dark with giant, bright white teeth coming at him with the speed of lightning, it seemed.

He screamed when he felt a horrible, sharp pain in his entire neck, as if it had been bitten in half.

The last things he heard before falling into oblivion were a woman's voice, screaming 'NO!', as if to distract whatever the thing that had attacked him was. The last thing he saw behind the creature was someone with the whitest hair he had ever seen in his life.

Then, everything went black.

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