For the next three weeks Will had not heard from Kurt. Well, he did hear from Kurt at school but he was still distant. Kurt handed his assignment in on time and did a reasonable job. It wasn't up to his usual standard but it was still one of the best of the class. In Glee he had stopped commenting when he didn't get something his way and would sometimes ask not to sing as he had a sore throat from all the rehearsal. Puck made a few comments, which gave him a slap from Mercedes and Rachel would occasionally complain to Kurt about his voice but besides that no one really cared. Apart from defending him from Puck, it seemed Mercedes stopped being as close with him. She always talked to someone else and went with another group for group exercises. Kurt was usually left alone or worked with Artie. When Will asked Mercedes about it she simply answered that the two were in a fight and it wasn't any of his business. While Kurt continued to wear fashionable clothing to school no one commented on it. Even Puck stopped saying anything about them when they were incredibly feminine. At least, he didn't say anything in Glee practice where Will would supervise. He wasn't too sure what was going on with the students most of the time, which seemed to be a bad thing. If he was closer to Kurt and actually paid attention to him, he would have noticed from the start. After Glee once Mercedes decided to stay behind.
"Mr. Schue, I need to talk to you" she said, a little embarrassed. "I tried talking to Miss Pillsbury but she was no help as usual" Will just nodded, urging Mercedes sighed, shaking her head before going on. "It's about Kurt." Yep, Wills' stomach clenched as it always did when he thought about Kurt, let alone talk to someone about him.
"What about Kurt?" he asked, pretending to be oblivious. He didn't want to worry Mercedes about telling her everything he knew. If he did chances were Kurt would destroy him.
"He's just being so complicated lately. I mean, have you seen all of those outfits he comes to school in?" she paused for a moment as if waiting for a reaction from her teacher. Uncomfortably, Will nodded again. Of course he knew about the outfits. "Each of them is worth a lot and I mean a lot. There is no way he can afford all of it"
"Well, he did say he got a job" Will replied, trying not to say too much to Mercedes about Kurt.
"But that's not enough to pay for even the shoes" she quickly replied angrily. "And Finn had been saying how he's hardly ever home anymore. Even during the nights. Apparently sometimes he doesn't see Kurt again until he arrives at school. Since Mr. Hummel let Finn back into the house he had been trying to look after Kurt but there's nothing he can do. He says Kurts off with Sarah which I know is a lie" she added. Will had no idea who Sarah was but went along with it. "I mean, her fashion sense is terrible so it can't be shopping and Kurt didn't even have as many sleepovers when we were friends" It seemed Mercedes wasn't trying to find out what Will was thinking but she was just ranting and needed some ears. Will was just the closest thing she could find and he was ok with that. "And, you'll never get this. He got a tattoo" she added, practically yelling the word tattoo. That part surprised Will.
"Wait, a tattoo. Where?" he asked, intrigued about the new information.
"On his shoulder I think. I don't know what it is. When I tried to ask about it he yelled at me" she muttered, shaking her head. "When we first started to hang out he told me tattoos were tacky and terrible and that I should kill him even he considers it. Then I have to find out he went and got himself a tattoo through Finn. I've tried helping him, I really have but he just ignores me. Mr. Schue, what should I do?" Not sure what to say, Will decided just to quote Emma.
"Mercedes, you know teenagers better than I do" he replied. "He may think he can do it all by himself, forgets that there are people who can help him. Just let him know that you're there for him and he will come to you" he replied.
"But he already knows that" Mercedes mumbled. "You're even worse than Miss Pillsbury" she left the classroom.
All Will wanted to do was leave school as it was the end of the day and head home. Of course, Sue got in the way.
"I need to talk to you about Fairy queen" Sue said angrily, making Will roll his eyes. Even Sue felt the need to insult Kurt. It was interesting that it was the second time that day someone had to talk to him about Kurt.
"I'd rather you not call him that but what is it?" Will asked.
"The kids a mess. He's too skinny, even for a cheerio" she insisted. Will was impressed that Sue was actually caring about one of the students. That was until she continued to speak. "His outfit is loose on him and it's the smallest one we have. The kid needs to gain weight" she complained. Will was tempted to yell at her but refrained from doing so. He had given up on trying to change Sue. There was no point getting angry over a woman such as Sue. Although, he did have to bit tongue to stop him from having a go at her, he managed to not say anything. "And when I tried to talk to him he just called me a fucking bitch" Will raised an eyebrow. "No student, let alone a cheerio of mine calls one Sue Sylvester a bitch. Deal with him Will, or I'll have him expelled" she marched off.
"Fine, I'll talk to him tomorrow" Will called out, not expecting her to hear him. Finally, he left the school and headed off to his apartment.
There was nothing interesting that happened. He just spent the time marking the Spanish tests that his class had the other day. It was good for Finn as he actually passed it. It was the first time all year. As Will lost track of time, he didn't realise how late it was until he heard someone knock on his door. Then he looked at his clock to notice it was just passed midnight. Once he opened the door, he saw Kurt standing there and glaring at him. It took Will a second to realise it was not him. He was in a cream top that looked pretty pricy as usual and some boots. There was a man with him.
"Hello, may I help you?" he asked which seemed to make Kurt smile,
"Schuey" he giggled. Will could tell Kurt was drunk. He walked passed Will, as if he knew where he was going.
"Is he ok?" Will asked the man who accompanied Kurt. The man looked nice enough.
"I dunno. I just found him wondering around and he gave me this" the man handed over the little white paper that had Wills address and phone number on it. "I was thinking about just calling you but I remember living in one of these flats a few years ago. It was just easier and safer if I took him to you"
"Thanks" Will said with a small smile before he heard the sound of someone puking behind him.
"He's your problem now" the man laughed before walking away. It angered Will how the man just left Kurt but at least he assumed he was going to be fine. Though, that was never a good thing but he had to deal with that late. At the moment, he had to help Kurt find the toilet.
The next twenty minutes consisted of Will pulling Kurts hair back so nothing could get in it as he told Kurt he was going to be fine. Will couldn't help but notice the clearness of what was coming out of the boy. Sue was right, he hadn't been eating a lot lately.
Finally, it seemed to slow down until Kurt stopped. He sat back up, whipping his chin and just looked at the toilet for a moment.
"You feel better?" Will asked. There was silence for a second before Kurt did a high pitch laugh as he nodded.
"I'm sorry about that" he apologised, attempting to stand back up. It resulted in him falling down just as soon as he stood up. "Oopsies" was the only thing Kurt was able to say. Without saying anything, Will picked Kurt up and took him over to the bed. Just like he expected, the boy was incredibly light.
"Let's get you into something more comfortable and clean" Will muttered as he put Kurt down on the bed. Even though he had no experience looking after a drunken teenager, he used to be one and knew waking up in an outfit covered in something was not a good thing. Quickly, Kurt nodded and started to take his top off while Will undid his shoes. It was rather hard for Will to take of Kurts shoes as Kurt was kicking around like a child.
"Kurt, will you keep still?" Will asked before looking up. Immediately, they both froze. Kurt because he was told to and Will, well, just the sight of Kurts body was so different to what it was three weeks earlier. For one, he was much skinnier. The outline of his ribcage was visible. Will hadn't noticed before how Kurt had his bellybutton pierced which wasn't very important but just something Will noticed. There was something more important then the piecing. All over the body were bruises. They varied in size and shape. Without thinking, Will lightly pressed one, causing Kurt to squirm a little as he laughed again. Realising what he was doing, Will pulled back and jumped up. "I'm just going to get you some pyjamas" he muttered before heading to his closet. On his way he looked down at the shoulderblade of Kurt. Mercedes was right, there was a tattoo. It was one of the styles of writing Will always forgot the name of and said Fagboy.
Unable to move for a moment, Will just stared at the tattoo. What on earth possessed the boy to get such a tattoo. When he remembered what he was supposed to be doing, he continued to walk over to the cupboard and grabbed out some old clothes of his. They were just a pair of trackies and grey hoodie, they were able to keep someone warm during the nigh. If Kurt was sober he would have refused the outfit but it seemed he wasn't in the right state of mind to care. Maybe he could get some answers out of the boy. People were more honest when they were drunk after all. When he got back to the bed, he saw Kurt had taken off his leggings and was just in his silk boxers, leaning down onto the bed. He giggled again as he saw Will come back.
"There you are. I thought you left me" he said, amused by what was happening. "I was a little upset but your back now. We can start" he added with a flirty smile. Realising what must have been going on in Kurts head, Will dropped the clothes.
"N…n…no Kurt" he stuttered awkwardly, picking the clothes back up. "I'm not going to have sex with you" Kurt sat up, looking confused.
"Then why am I naked?" he asked.
"You're not fully naked but I'm changing you. You know, you don't want to make your new outfit creased" he laughed uncomfortably as grabbed the trackies and started dressing Kurt.
"You're a sweet man. A sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet man" Kurt laughed a little, making Will roll his eyes. It was like looking after a child. He couldn't sit still as Will covered Kurt with the clothing. Once Kurt was fully dressed, Will decided. For all he knew it could have been the only opportunity to ask Kurt some questions.
"Kurt, I need to ask you some questions. And I need you to be honest with me" Will said seriously, grabbing onto Kurts hands so he couldn't squirm too much. "These men you go with. Do you sleep with them?" Kurt froze for a bit, still looking down at the hands.
"Promise not to tell Mr. Schue?" Kurt asked. He sounded actually scared that Mr. Schue would find out about it.
"I promise I won't tell Mr. Schue, there is no Mr. Schue, tell Will" Will whispered. He noticed Kurt gulp as he nodded. Shit, his grip on Kurt tightened. "Do they hurt you?"
"Sometimes, but they pay enough to cover the damage" he croaked back. Dropping the boys hands, Will ran his fingers through his hair in distress. Great, he got some information he needed but what was he to do. "Your tattoo, why do you have it?" he asked. Instead of answering straight away, Kurt shook his head and pulled his legs up before laying down. "Kurt, I need you to talk to me" Will said softly. There was no response from Kurt. His eyes were closed and Will realised he had fallen asleep or at least pretended to. The boy looked so innocent, cuddled up in the bed in the baggy clothes. No one could tell he was drunk if they hadn't seen him just a few moments earlier. Getting up, Will headed over to his couch. He was going to ask more questions in the morning. The boy just needed to sleep.