Last time I checked, Glee was not mine.
Hate is a disease. It is fear's messenger and it makes us do terrible things in a shadow of our better selves, of what we could be.
- Colin Farrell
As Kurt walked back to his room, he could almost feel the positive atmosphere drifting away with every step.
He dreaded having to face her; knowing that her usual jovial attitude would be replaced with concern once more.
"Kurt, that's the fifth time that happened in one hour!" she exclaimed when he came into view.
He sighed audibly; his breath escaping in one rush past his lips. "I know, Mercedes. I told you, they're just prank calls."
She gave him a look of dismay, "a prank call every twenty minutes? While that does happen, it's never happened quite this often before."
"I know, I know." Kurt joined her on the bed, and closed his eyes as he tried to forget the last phone call.
Some jerk breathed down the line for minutes at a time, while Kurt asked who it was. When he didn't get an answer, he would hang up, but the creep continued to call and almost moan on the other end.
"Kurt, I'm worried. I think you should tell your dad."
He shook his head, "no, that would just give the caller what they want."
"And what is it that they want?"
"They want the satisfaction of knowing that I'm scared and that I have to go and have someone fix my problems for me."
"Are you scared?" she asked, her voice low.
"No." Kurt leaned forward and grabbed the remote. "Now, what were we watching again?"
Mercedes gave him a long look before settling into the pillows beside him. Her eyes were filled with concern for his well-being, and she knew not telling Burt was a bad idea.
"Mercedes, I'm fine. Please, I didn't invite you over for the night just to have you worry about some stupid phone call." He was rapidly losing his patience, and his thumb jabbed at the channel button angrily. He wasn't even paying attention to the screen anymore, and his thoughts kept circling back to that phone call.
Two minutes later, his cell phone vibrated beside him, and he smiled when he saw Blaine's name flash across the screen.
"Who's that?" Mercedes asked.
"A person I'd like to get a call from," Kurt answered with a smile. "Hey," he said into the receiver."
"Kurt? Oh thank goodness, I was so worried!"
Kurt frowned. Blaine worried about him too much, but there was an edge to his voice that was unsettling.
"What do you mean Blaine? Are you okay?" He shook his head at the concerned glance Mercedes was giving him.
"I'm fine," Blaine breathed. "I just-" there was movement on his end of the phone. "I just need you to do something for me okay? It's going to sound silly, but I need you to do this."
"Okay, Blaine. What is it?" Kurt could feel his heart pound against his ribs, and he wasn't sure he liked where this call was going.
"Are you inside your house?"
"Yes."
"Okay. I need you to lock your doors and windows."
"They should be locked already."
"Okay, double check for me?"
"Sure." Kurt stood up and together with Mercedes, walked downstairs to check the doors and various windows throughout the house. His bare feet ghosted across the floor, and he motioned for Mercedes to help him with the rooms he skipped.
"Are you good?"
"I'm good."
"Okay." Blaine paused. "Is there anyone with you?"
Carol and my dad are out at a movie, Finn is at Puck's, but Mercedes is over with me."
"Alright, good. Kurt, I need you to call your dad and ask him to come home."
Kurt frowned. "Blaine, can you tell me what's going on?"
Blaine's breath came in short pants, and Kurt could picture him on the other end, running his hand through his hair as he thought of what to say.
"I was watching the news, and-Kurt there's-I'm just worried."
"Okay. Start off slow, what did you see?"
"There's-it looks like there's a serial killer in Ohio."
Kurt was quiet for a few moments, his mind racing as Blaine's words repeated in his head.
"Blaine, I don't understand."
"There's a serial killer targeting male high school students in Ohio who've recently transferred schools due to bullying."
The silence rang throughout the room. Even Mercedes, who only heard half the conversation, was silent in disbelief.
"Blaine."
"Please call your dad, Kurt."
"I-"
"Don't try and talk your way out of it. Give Mercedes the phone."
He didn't argue, he just passed his phone into her outstretched hand.
"Yeah, okay, I know." She nodded a few times in agreement, and gave Kurt a quick look.
He blinked in shock, his blue eyes staring straight ahead without actually taking anything in. He heard her say a few more things before the phone was back against his ear.
"Kurt?"
"I'm here Blaine."
"Kurt! Mercedes said you got some strange phone calls?"
"Yeah, it's nothing."
"It's not nothing, Kurt! I'm coming over there right now."
He snapped out of his trance. "No Blaine! If there is some serial killer on the prowl, I am not having you risk your life for me."
"Kurt, you are my boyfriend and I love you. I will not stand by when your life could be in danger."
Kurt bit his lip. Part of him wanted Blaine to come and see him, and the other part didn't want him to put himself at risk. There was another part that wasn't sure he was in danger at all, and that part tugged at his conscious, as if fighting for control.
Nonetheless, Kurt ran downstairs to call his dad, but the familiar ringing caught him off guard.
"Kurt?"
He didn't answer Blaine or Mercedes, as both had spoken at the same time. Instead, he stood still, feeling his blood run cold as the phone rang again. He gently laid his cell on the table and reached for the house phone. His fingers felt cold as they wrapped around the black device, and he slowly brought it to his ear.
Silence.
Then.
Breathing.
"Kurt?"
Cliffhanger!
I got this idea from watching a new episode of Criminal Minds!
