Hey guys! Long time no see. I honestly don't know where this idea came from, but I thought it was great since I haven't really seen or read any fics with this. This is AU, and may become M rated later on, and I'm not planning on this being more than 5 chapters.

I do not own Klaine, Chris Colfer or Glee.

But I do own Darren Criss.

Kurt didn't know why he was here. He could do something better, like shopping for the latest fashion that he knew was just waiting to be bought. But no, his dad asked him to stop by and do several chores before he could even think about having a little fun on his weekend off school. So this is how he was here, in a dreary, boring, bank to deposit a check. There was quite a long line, which frustrated Kurt even more so. The lady in front of him had the nerve to bring her toddler, who thought it would be fun to try and swing from the rope that separated the waiting lines. It was a disaster waiting to happen. Just as the little boy was about to fall face down onto the floor, a scream was heard thorought the small building.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN RIGHT NOW BEFORE I HAVE TO SHOOT THISGUN!" A loud, hoarse voice hollered, and before Kurt could see who it was a gun shot rang out, causing him to take cover on the ground quickly. Three men walked past him, all dressed head to toe in black with ski-masks covering their faces, each holding a handgun. Everyone was on the ground, a young girl was crying with her father, the toddler from earlier was being shielded by his mother, and the clerk at the front desk look as though she was about to pass out. One of the men dressed in black went up to her as the others kept an eye on everyone, and shoved her to the back of the building to get her to open the vault.

"EVERYONE STAY STILL, AND NO ONE GETS HURT!" One of the men yelled, pointing the gun towards the frightened customers. Kurt noticed that he was shaking. He didn't want this to happen, not now, not ever. He needed to call the police before the situation got worse. When he thought the men weren't looking in his direction, he opened his phone which had already been his hand, and typed in 911. Before he could press the call button, he felt a forceful tug pull him to his feet.

"THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" The man yelled at him, thrusting his gun hard into his gut. Kurt gasped, staring into the alarmingly angry eyes. He heard his phone get thrown across the room, landing in a loud bang.

"I-I-I was just, I..please don't do this, it's not worth it." Kurt stuttered, tears stinging his eyes as the man grasped his shirt tightly.

"How about you shut the hell up and do what you're told!" The man spat, eyes burning a bright gold. For a split second, Kurt saw a flash of fear in the slightly shorter man's eyes. Kurt nodded, shaking even harder than before. The man let go of him, pulling back the gun. Kurt collapsed onto the floor, sobbing silently into his hands. Before the man walked away, he bent over and whispered almost inaudibly.

"I'm sorry." Kurt jerked his head up only to see him walk away and stand next to the other man to continue keeping guard. Kurt heard the fear and sadness in his voice. After a few silent moments besides several people's cries, the third man reappeared with bags of money.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's get out of here." He said to the others, and they ran out of the building as if they were never there.

Everyone stood up slowly as one of the bank clerks called 911 hurriedly, and Kurt wiped his tears away and breathed heavily. When the police finally arrived, the rest was a blur.

Those same words repeated themselves in his head, with those angry, scared, beautiful golden eyes.

"I'm sorry."