A Civil Conversation
Author: GleekShip
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: Kurt finds an indirect way into Noah Puckerman's life.
Pairings: Kurt/Puck
A Civil Conversation
Kurt holds the gun close to his side as he turns the door handle. It's unlocked. He lets out a shaky breath as he pushes the door open. It swings inward, it's loose hinges having no friction to hold it back. Kurt peers into the place.
The small house of his teacher is in darkness. He can see part of the living room. Heavy drapes are placed in front of the windows, blocking any and all light from entering. Kurt jumps when the front door hits the wall.
Get it together Kurt.
Kurt looks down and clicks the safety off the gun. He takes a shaky breath before entering the house, leaving the outside warmth and all of the comfort that it provides. He slowly walks down the main hallway, towards the living room.
"Kurt." He jumps when he hears his teachers happy voice. "Would you be a dear and shut the front door?"
Kurt hesitates before twirling around to face that terrifying voice. His jaw drops when he looks into the living room. There he is. William Schuster. And that monster has a small figure, unmoving, in his lap.
Kurt finds his voice. "Let her go."
"Oh Kurt." The older man seems to tease as he runs his hands through Sarah's light brown hair. "You know I can't do that. You've broken the rules."
"Please." Kurt finds himself begging. "She's just a little girl. She has nothing to do with this."
"She has everything Kurt." The man finally looks up at Kurt. Kurt holds back a shudder as he is pierced with those green eyes. "Because after all, she's the one that introduced you too, what was his name? That's right. Noah." The name sounds revolting coming from Schue's mouth. "She's the link between you two."
"No." Kurt's voice is weak.
"Now please shut the door. We wouldn't want the neighbors hearing the cries of a little girl now would we?" His stalker taunts.
Kurt has no choice but to back out of the room. He keeps his eyes glued to the living room as he walks backwards down the hallway. He reaches behind him and grabs the door. He only pushes it slightly and the whole thing is swinging shut and clicking.
I have no idea how this is going to turn out.
Kurt makes his way back to the living room. He sees his teacher smile as he enters the room. Kurt's hand starts to shake as he forces himself to keep the gun behind his back.
"So what now?" Kurt asks, his voice void of any emotion. "What are you going to do?"
"Me?" The man chuckles. "I'm doing nothing. I've served your punishment. Now we go back to our regular lives until you're eighteen."
Kurt chuckles dryly. "Our lives won't be regular anymore. You've kidnaped someone. Someone, who in case you haven't noticed, lives in this town. This place is about to become media capitol of the world." he smiles when his teacher frowns. "I can already see the headlines: Local Girl Gone Missing, Join the Search. And imagine if they have dogs track her down."
His stalker is full on glaring at Kurt. "You really know how to take the fun out of everything."
Kurt gulps. "All . . . all I want . . . is for you to let her go."
"I can't do that." The man says as he looks down at the sleeping form in his arms.
"Why?" Kurt spits out between his teeth.
His teacher sighs. "Because I love you Kurt. But I need to understand that being in a relationship with me will have consequences."
"But I don't want to be with you." Kurt can't help but yell.
Mr. Schue tsks. "For now perhaps, but you need to be better behaved."
Kurt ignores him and looks to Sarah. "What'd you do to her? She's not waking up."
Mr. Schue smiles as he looks back down to the girl. "I gave her a small sedative." He caresses her face. "Not enough to do any harm, just enough to keep her asleep for a few hours while I took her."
Kurt bites back a growl. "So what now?" He hesitantly asks. "Where do we go from here?"
"We will go on with normal lives. Sarah will now be part of my life. Don't worry." He adds when he sees Kurt's worrying look. "I won't harm her. I will feed her, and care for her. I will be everything to her that a good father should be."
"But she's not yours." Kurt says with a shaky breath.
"Nor yours." Mr. Schue is quick on the draw. He looks at Kurt and stands up. "I've never harmed you Kurt, and I know that our relationship would be over if I harmed her." He slowly walks over to Kurt, the young girl swinging limply in his arms. "Why don't you follow me? I'll let you see her room so you have full confidence that I will take care of her.
Kurt just lets the man walk past him. "What about her family? They won't give up on her. I can't be around them and lie about knowing where she is."
He feels the man move behind him, those lips touching his ear. "Then I guess you can't be around them." Kurt shivers as the warm breath moves away from his ear. "Now come on. I have another surprise for you."
Oh god . . . what now?
Kurt turns around and discovers that the man is gone. His eyes narrow as he rushes out of the room and into the hallway. The man is at the other end, waiting with a smile. He raises his eyebrow at Kurt before stepping into an open door. Kurt eyes the door as he slowly walks forward.
What am I doing? I should call the cops, turn Schue in, but . . . he'll hurt Sarah before I get a chance to save her.
Kurt groans internally at the thought. He reaches out and grabs the door frame. He slowly peers around the corner into the . . .
A basement?
Kurt stares down the flight of stairs in front of him. A light is coming from the room below. He slowly steps down. He stops when the the fourth stair creeks under him.
Just . . . just like home.
Kurt's mind starts racing as he runs down the stairs, hoping he's wrong.
Oh god.
He's not. The entire room seems to be an exact replica of his room. Down to the group of lotions on his vanity. The same pictures the decorate the edge of the mirror at home are duplicated here. Kurt lets out a small gasp.
"I must have did good." Mr. Schue chuckles from the side.
Kurt turns to look at his-
No.
The duplicate bed. The older man is sitting on the edge with his hands running through Sarah's hair from where she lays on the bed.
Kurt gulps. "What is this supposed to be?"
"Well I was saving it for you." The man smiles at Kurt softly. "But it will be just as a good place for Sarah."
Kurt bites the inside of his cheek as he takes a few steps forward. He runs his fingers along the look-a-like couch. His fingers feel the familiar material.
"It looks perfect." He mutters loud enough for Schue to hear. He smiles softly when the other man grins. "How'd you get all of the details right?" Kurt leans down by the bed and feels the oh-so-perfectly-duplicated fabric.
The man smiles at the pale boy only feet away from him. "I spent a lot of time in your house. I had to make sure everything was right so you'd feel more comfortable." The man stops stroking Sarah's hair and stands up. He slowly makes his way across the room and motions towards the pictures on the mirror. "I made sure to duplicate your pictures exactly. I took pictures beforehand so I knew where they went." He turns to look back at Kurt. "Did I do a good job?"
"Very much so." Kurt replies as he stops moving towards Sarah. He glances to the door.
I can hold the gun on him long enough for me to carry her out. Please let me have the strength to do this.
"So Kurt, would you like to cuddle up and watch a movie before you need to leave?" Schue offers.
Kurt shakes his head before whipping out the gun and aiming it at his teacher. "On your knees."
Mr. Schue chuckles, the smile still on his face. "Kurt, I thought we were waiting until you were legal to do that?"
"Down." Kurt growls as he tries to keep the gun from shaking in his hand. "Now."
Mr. Schue chuckles before backing away from Kurt, towards his closet. "Now Kurt, you know that you're not the one in control here."
"I'm the one that has the gun." Kurt hisses. "And I'm leaving here with Sarah. And then I'm going to the police and making sure that you never do anything like this ever again. To anyone."
Mr. Schue just smiles as he slowly walks backwards to the closet. "But Kurtie, I still have one more hand to play."
"Like hell you do. Now get down before I shoot you." Kurt tries to hold back the tears as the gun shakes slightly. "Now." His jaw clenches.
Mr. Schue smiles wide as he reaches behind him and grabs the handles to the closet. Kurt wraps his finger around the trigger.
Mr. Schue chuckles as he slides the door open. Kurt's heart drops and so does his arm. The gun hangs limply in his hand.
"Sa . . . Santana." Kurt's voice sounds soft, even to himself.
The Latina girl is gagged and bound, laying on her side in the closet of duplicated clothes. Her entire body is limp. Kurt lets out a small sigh of relief.
At least she's unconscious.
"What . . ." Kurt struggles to find his voice. "What did you do to her?"
"You were a bad boy yesterday Kurt." Mr. Schue says in a mock voice. "You told her about our relationship."
Kurt gulps. "I . . . I di-" Kurt bites his lip. "I didn't mean to. I was just so upset."
The smile drops from his teachers face. "Upset? Did Puck do something to you?"
"NO!" Kurt lets out a deep breath. "I was just upset because of school. Homework and stuff." Kurt lies quickly.
"Oh." His teacher goes back to smiling. "Anyways, you can only leave with Sarah if you're willing to leave Santana behind. But you wouldn't be leaving with Sarah anyways."
Kurt gulps.
Crap. What do I do? There's no way I can get either of them out. But I need to save them. I need . . . I need to-
Kurt gasps softly.
"What?" His teacher asks with curious eyes as he approaches Kurt.
Kurt looks up and stares into the eyes before him. "Have me?"
The man chuckles and reaches out to cup Kurt's face. "You know we can't do that. Not yet anyways."
"No." Kurt hesitates slightly before reaching up and touching the hand that's holding his face. "Take me. Instead of them." Kurt lets out a shaky breath. "Just take them home . . . and you can keep me."
He watches delight shift into those eyes.
"Deal." The man whispers before his other hand rushes up and Kurt feels something stab his neck.
"What?" Kurt manages to say before he can't move anymore.
Mr. Schue catches him and lowers him onto the bed by Sarah. "Shh Kurt. It'll be okay. It'll all be okay."
Kurt lets his head drop to the side. His last sight is a sleeping Sarah before his eyes shut.
Wow. That was . . . interesting to write, to say the least. I hated doing this, but some people need to be saved. And you found out what happened to Santana. So let me know what you think with a nice long review. Everyone. I love these reviews and they make my day. :)
