A/N: Hey guys. I know this is, like, right after I just published another story, but it came to me in the shower (is that weird?) and I just had to post it! Read it and tell me what you think. For right now it's a One-Shot, but maybe I should make it into a story? You tell me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Kurt Hummel, or any of the other awesome people in the story. (sadly)
That was that. Kurt was wasting his life away in a place he couldn't remember the name to. The walls were a haunting white and people would scream at night.
Did he ever have a past? Or even a future planned out? What about a family?
Kurt's past was filled with holes and puzzles that he couldn't seem to figure out. All he knew is that one moment he was happy, and the next he was in hell with two others.
Puck and Santana. That was their names. All in this place for commiting a crime. Puck shot an ambassador while Santana destroyed a club by sending in a suicidal bomber. Apparently a girl she once loved owned the club, but the girl ended up breaking her heart. So she taught her a lesson.
But why was he here? The boy with the glasz eyes that were now a foggy gray. Did he have a reason? He didn't remember doing anything wrong like the others did. He didn't even remember seeing his father's face as he cried and they carried Kurt away. He didn't see Blaine trying to reason with one of the men that dragged him off.
All he knew was that he was Kurt, he was gay, and he wanted to get out of this hell hole.
A/N: So, should i turn this into more? Are you guys hooked? Please review.
Love you guys
~Toxic
