Generic Disclaimer: Glee nor Klaine is mine. If you recognize it, it probably isn't mine.
A/N: A new story of mine that I'm trying out. It might work, it might not, but I'm gonna try. :D Review please. I wanna know what you guys think of the beginning!
Length: App. 1/2 of a page
Time: App. 10-15 minutes
Kurt Hummel did not like to walk. It made him sweat, which he hated, because then he smelled bad and had to take a shower and just...no.
Tonight, however, was an exception. He was stressed and angry and needed to get away from Burt and Carole and Finn and just think for a few hours. So he had grabbed his phone and his iPod and walked out of their new house and down the street. He turned on Patti LuPone and began to walk, stepping in time with the music.
As he was about to cross an intersection of his street and some other, a very expensive-looking sports car zoomed past, and Kurt caught only a startling glimpse of a man with dark hair and pitch-black eyes driving, and Kurt swore he saw the darkness curling itself around the man. The counter-tenor huffed, annoyed at the driver's obvious apathy about the fact that Kurt could have been killed. "Jerk." Kurt muttered, turning up the volume on Defying Gravity before he started walking back towards his new house.