Another chapter for all you amazing people!

He really needed to get rid of this junk. He knew Fly Tipping was illegal, but no one would be looking out for it when the weather conditions were this bad. The skip was closed, so he really had no choice but to dump it somewhere.

He was coming up towards a ditch of some sort. Thank God he had his tyre's changed at that car shop in Lima, 'something Tyre's and Lube' or something like that. His truck had survived the last few winters, and the weather channel reported this night to be the worst blizzard they've had in years.

If he told anyone that he was driving in this particular weather, they'd call him the craziest son of a bitch they've ever met. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Something in the distance caught his eye as he came closer and closer towards the ditch. He grabbed his scarf from the back seat, pulled his hood up from his coat, and opened his car door. As soon as he stepped out, the biting cold whipped in his face, the wind was not helping either. He stumbled towards the bundle on the floor. It looked dead? Could it possibly be some sort of animal? No, it was too big to be an animal.

He knelt in front of the bundle. It was in a tight ball on the floor, shaking with cold. It was a person. No, a boy, he looked like a young teenager, and he was wearing the thinnest of clothing he had ever seen. He cursed, and put his gloved hand on the boy.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" when he received no answer, he took of one of his gloves, and brought his fingers to the side of the boy's neck. There was a pulse, but it was very weak. Too weak.

"Shit." The man muttered. He ran rolled the boy over so he was lying on his back, that was when he saw the knife hanging out from the boy's side.

"Fuck!" He needed to get the boy out of here now, if blood loss wouldn't kill him, the weather conditions surely would.

Gently, the man picked Kurt up and carried him bridal style to his truck. He felt physically sick when he could feel the bones sticking out from the boy in his hold, and how light the boy was. He had no trouble getting the back door open, and lay the boy down on his side in the back seat, in case the boy suddenly started choking on blood or spit or something. He grabbed the wooly blanket which was hanging over the boys head and wrapped it carefully around the boy. He debated whether to take the knife out from the boy's side, but it might cause more damage.

He got back into the front seat of his car, and blasted the heating through the car, he adjusted the nozzle so it was mainly blowing on the boy. He couldn't waste anytime, he had to get this boy to the hospital as soon as possible.

He would look back at the shivering and still unconscious boy in his back seat, just to check that he was breathing. The nearest hospital was around 10 minutes away, but the man got there in 7 minutes. He parked as close to the entrance as possible, and carried the boy through the door, still wrapped in the blanket.

"I need some help here!" He shouted as soon as he was inside. He saw a blurry of nurses and doctors running towards him. One of the Doctor's took the boy from his hold, while another was getting a bed on wheels ready, and placed the boy in the bed.

Looking at the boy in the light, he was sure the boy was dead already. He was so awfully pale, his skin more of a grey tint. He had dark circles under his eyes, his cheekbones were sticking out on his face. He had cuts and bruises marring the skin on his face, and from where the man could see was Kurt's prominent collarbone through the thin shirt.

As the doctor's sped Kurt away, he was asked question after question about the boy What's his name? Where are his parents? What happened to him? Where did you find him? He tried to answer each and every question the best he could, but he had no clue who the boy was, or what the hell happened to him.

The doctor's said they could take it from here, but did he really want to leave the boy alone in a hospital with no one to be here for him? Of course he was a stranger, but if the boy did pull through, surely he'd want his saviour as a last resort? He asked the doctors about tracing the boys family, for which they said that they would get his features down, and track any missing persons in the state, which fit the description of the boy.

The boy didn't have anything on him. No ID, no insurance, phone, wallet. Nothing. Something awful had happened to this boy, and he wanted to kill whoever would do something like that to anybody. He wouldn't get any sleep anytime soon, as the image of the broken, and unmoving boy would be locked in his mind forever.

Dinners were normally a quiet affair now. Burt would eat a few bites, then leave the rest, saying he wasn't hungry. Finn would sit and stare at the food, and push it all around on his plate with his fork, while Carole tried so hard to make conversation with the two.

Suddenly, the phone rang. At the start of Kurt's disappearance, everyone would jump up at the sound of the phone going off, hoping it was the police, saying they have a new lead, or if it was Kurt, telling them he was fine, and would be home soon.

Now though, Carole would go and answer the phone. Like this evening. She stood up from the dinner table, and walked through the quiet house towards the phone in the landing. She checked caller ID, but it came up as private, she answered it anyway.

"Hello?"

"Is this the Hummel residence?"

"Yes, yes it is."

"May I ask who I'm speaking with?"

"Carole Hummel, who is this?"

"Forgive me ma'am, my name is Carly Rosevelt, I'm calling from Georgia County Infirmary. We had a patient be admitted last night, he had no ID on him or anything, his features match the ones of your missing son. Can we ask you and your family to come to Georgia? I understand there will be a delay because of the weather, but if you can get here as soon as you can."

Carole's breathe hitched. They found Kurt?

"Um, how-how is he? The patient?" Carole asked hopeful.

"It's not looking good to be honest ma'am. I know I'm not supposed to give out this information, but I understand what it's like to lose a child." The Nurse said.

"Thank you. We'll be there as soon as we can." Carole said, slamming the phone down.

"Burt! Finn!" Carole shakily ran into the dining room, Burt and Finn's heads shot up at the shout of their names. "They think they've found Kurt, in Georgia."

Burt sat there in shock, then ran out of the living room and grabbing his coat. Finn walked up to Carole with a hopeful expression.

"Do they really think it's him?"

"I think so sweetheart. There's a chance that it's not, but their pretty certain."

"Did they say anything else?"

Carole as going to tell him what the nurse said, that the patient they had in the hospital probably wouldn't make it, but if there was a chance of it being Kurt, they would rather have him for a little while, rather than making the journey and finding their false hope.

"They didn't say. Come on, grab everything you need."

"I'll call Blaine." Finn said, running into the living room to grab his phone.

Carole sprinted up to her and Burt's room, and packed a few clothes into an overnight bag. She didn't know how long they would be in Georgia, but you could never be too prepared. She then did the same for Finn.

She walked past Kurt's room and stopped when she saw Burt sat on the bed, staring at the window.

"Do you really think it's him Carole?" Burt asked suddenly.

"I'm saying we shouldn't get our hopes up, but if I'm honest, I am hopeful."

Burt nodded tearfully, and stood up from the bed. He grabbed Kurt's old baby blanket which he took solace in when his mother died, also a picture of Burt, Elizabeth, and an eight year old Kurt, Burt told her before that that picture was the last taken of the three.

As soon as everyone was ready, they ran out of the house, and into the car. Finn told Burt who was driving that Blaine was on his way and would be here any minute. As soon as he finished telling them this, there was a knock at the car window and Blaine jumped in next to Finn.

As soon as Burt had the Sat Nav working, they were finally on their way to Georgia, all hopeful that Kurt was rescued, and was being looked after in the hospital.

Wow! Not sure when I'll update again, as It's back to work tomorrow *groans* but I will try and write in my lunch break.

I'll also be updating Love The Way You Lie later on as well!

Also, Kurt's rescuer will be named in the next chapter!

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