It started out innocent enough. In fact, it was ice cream that sparked the interest to go down the shops. In particular, cookie and cream as it was William Schuesters favourite flavour. Lately he had been having a lot of pressure on him. Not just the settling on his divorce with Terry but the Glee programme had been working him more than ever. They had protested that they were only doing the basics of choreography and if they had any chance of winning in the new year it would have to be a little bit more complex than "step ball change". It was complicated because while he did want to make the steps first place worthy, he didn't want Artie to be left out. There was also the issue of his Spanish class exams, how he was going to pay the mortgage of his stupid apartment, seeing as Terry got the new house and the little fact that the woman he actually loves was now going out with another man just because he couldn't keep it in his pants for five minutes. Honestly, Will needed a truck load of cookie and cream ice cream to give him energy to deal with the situation he was in and will be in. He hadn't heard anything from Sue for a while, something was going to happen. He just knew it. That woman was just too scary.
So, he went off to the seven eleven to get the ice cream he so desperately need. It was a cold night, coldest it had been in a while. Not the best weather for ice cream if it the streets were covered in snow but it didn't bother Will. Luckily, there was no one else on the road as it was one in the morning. He had not been able to get to sleep when the craving came. He was just going to have another all nighter where he would end up sitting on the disgusting couch, eating fattening sweets and watching Will and Grace. Even though it was a stupid thing to do, it still made him better. It was Sunday though so he was work in the morning. Well, it wasn't the first time he had gotten to work with very minimal sleep.
By the time he got to the shop, he was feeling a little bit better but not too much. Getting out, he noticed a young boy that was leaning against the shop. He was wearing a grey trench coat and a green hat that looked oddly familiar but went dismissed by Will as he entered the shop. The only reason he couldn't see the face was because he was looking down. He didn't realise it was because the boy didn't want to be seen by him. Once he found the ice cream he wanted he went over to the counter to pay, still looking outside at the odd boy outside. Another man appeared; he looked middle age and seemed average. There was nothing that made him stand out or different to anyone else physically but there was just something about him.
"That will be $3.80" the man behind the counter said about the tub of ice cream Will had in front of him. It brought Will back to reality that he was purchasing some ice cream. Taking his wallet out, he got the money out and gave it to the man but his eyes were still on the two outside. As the younger man looked up, it was a boy Will knew. It was Kurt. Why was he out so late and who was the man? They walked over to a car and Kurt got in, followed by the man. He knew something was going to happen, he had to stop it.
Forgetting about the ice cream, Will ran outside to see Kurt being thrown into the car. Quickening his run, Will only got to the car as it drove off.
What was he to do? Call the police? No, they wouldn't make it in time. Running over to his car, he got in and started driving as fast as he could can to catch up to the car with Kurt inside. Trapped.
For the next twenty minutes, Will followed the car. He got as close as it as he could and waited for it to stop. As long as he didn't lose sight of the car, Kurt was reasonably safe. They made their way out of suburban area to what seemed like a nightclub. There were lights, plenty of cars and people in nice clothing. What was the car doing there?
It started to slow down, causing Will t slow down. Once it stopped, the door was pushed open and Kurt got out. It made Will stop in surprise. The boy didn't seem to be in any pain, just really angry. Intrigued into what was going on, Will waited a moment before getting out of the car and following everyone else into the building. As he got to the door, he had to pay $30. When he saw Kurt go him, he didn't have to pay for anything. Getting inside the building, Will tried to look around for Kurt but couldn't see him. There were just young adults, a majority of them men. He couldn't see anything else.
"Excuse" he stopped a young woman. "Have you seen a young boy? Soft brown hair, looks like a hummel doll?" he asked. Everyone was talking so loud, the girl must have not heard him as she walked off without answering her. Will started to get more confused as he ran around hopelessly, looking for any sign of Kurt. "Please, make him be fine" he whispered. Just as he said it, there was a blinding flash. Everyone started to look in a certain direction, so Will followed them. Music started to play and out walked a man in some strange outfit on a platform he must have missed. It was bright and colourful, something Kurt would wear. He got to the end, stopped and walked back in. After him another man walked out, followed by yet another. It must have been a fashion show.
For fifteen minutes, Will stood back and saw men walk out in a variety of outfits. He had never been to a fashion show before. The lights went dark for a second, as if for anticipation. When they came back on, the familiar teenager walked out. Kurt was a model? And what the hell was he wearing?
There were high heeled shoes, black and dazzling. They were connected to what seemed like skinny black leather jeans with some chains dangling from it. His torso was barley covered by a silver fur coat that was open. The audience started to get louder, loving what the boy was wearing. Will couldn't believe the comments he was hearing from some of them and chose to ignore them. He had half a mind on running on stage and pulling the boy of. Especially when he got to the end of the catwalk and took the jacket off, revealing his tender body. How could Will have missed how skinny the boy was? The crowd still got louder, loving the sight before them and Kurt just ate it up. He did a few poses, encouraging the audience some more. Not being able to take it any more, Will pushed his way outside. There he waited until people started to exit the building, such as Kurt. He was in the same outfit as he was wearing and there were people talking to him, smiling as the touched the jacket. He had enough of it.
"Kurt" he yelled out, jogging over to the boy. It seemed to have caught him by surprise, causing him to jump a little as he looked over at his Spanish and Glee teacher running towards him. The men who were talking to him walked away in an attempt to not be apart of what was going on.
"Mr. Schue, what are you doing here?" he asked quickly, sounding scared.
"I…. I saw you get into a car with a stranger" Will started to explain before he was interrupted by Kurt.
"Just because you don't know him doesn't mean he's a stranger" Kurt muttered quietly.
"So I followed the car just to make sure you were fine. Then that?" he waved overdramatically at the entrance of the nightclub. "You're sixteen!" he screamed, getting some looks from the other people that were standing around. "Didn't you hear them? Do you know what they were thinking? What on earth encouraged you to wear something as…" he paused for a moment, still trying to grasp what he just saw the boy in. "as disgusting as that?" he finally managed to finish. Kurt was avoiding eye contact as much as possible, just gazing at the ground. Will took deep breathes, trying to calm himself down. After three seconds, Will managed to get his heartbeat back to normal and there was still nothing coming out of the young boys mouth. He wasn't the cocky model he was ten minutes earlier.
"Mr. Schuester, I'm aware what the audience was thinking" Kurt was finally able to reply. "I just don't pay any notice to it. And the outfit? It was by Runaip. His outfits art known for being a bit out there and believe it or not, I had $2,000 worth of clothing and accessories on. That meant I got over $800. There is now way I'm throwing that money away just because the outfits a little revealing" he remarked. Will didn't care at all about how much money Kurt had gotten. In fact, it disgusted him a little more.
"Get in my car, I'm driving you home" Will demanded but Kurt shook his head. It was very hard for Will to keep his cool. "Kurt Hummel, get in my car" he demanded, more slowly yet forceful. Again, Kurt just stood there.
"I can't Mr. Schuester. Someone else is dropping me off" he whimpered, finally being able to look at Will in the eyes. Will was too busy being angry about what he had just witnessed to notice the lifeless look in Kurts eyes.
"No, that is not happening" Will insisted but Kurt didn't take any notice. "You are not going home with one of these freaks. You are coming with me!" He grabbed Kurts wrist in an attempt to pull him over to his car. Immediately, Kurt started to struggle and pulled away from the teacher.
"No, you can't do this" he cried out in pain as he was dragged along like a rag doll. "Please, you don't understand" he begged but Will didn't care. His only concern was getting the boy home alive and unharmed. That was until the spectators decided to get involved. A larger man, around twice as big as Will walked up to him accompanied by three other also strong men as they stood around Will, the largest in front of him.
"If Kurt doesn't want to go with you, he ain't going with you" the man growled.
"It's fine Norm, I can handle this" Kurt lied. Will presumed it was because Kurt didn't want to get him into any trouble. The man, Norm growled again.
"I am this boys teacher. I'm taking him home before he gets hurt" Will stated, making the men laugh.
"Yeah, like we haven't heard that one before" one of the men in a thick New York accent said. Something like that had happened before? Will was starting to get more frightened about what was happening to the boy. His tight on Kurt loosened slightly. Instantly, he felt that the boy took his hand out. Kurt was just glaring at him.
"Mr. Schuester. What I do in my life does not concern you" he stated angrily. "I have been doing this for eight months now. I'm not an idiot. Don't try and protect me." He looked over at something which Will had to follow. He was looking at yet another man in a car with the door opening, as if waiting for him. Kurt took a deep breathe, hesitating before he walked over to the car and sat down in the offered seat, leaving a frozen, terrified Will.
"By the way, I'm not sixteen, I'm seventeen" he hissed before the door closed and the car drove off.