There was no way Will could concentrate on the classes. It was even worse than when he wasn't sure about Kurts nightlife because it was real. He stumbled over his words and as he wrote on the blackboard it came out messier than usual. Only one student noticed the difference in the teachers' behaviour and asked if everything was alright. Once he pretended everything was alright and he just hadn't had his morning coffee, he noticed the student become suspicious yet didn't ask any more questions. In an attempt to avoid interrogation he demanded more work to be done. Two classes later, his work for the day was finished and he was able to leave. He rushed to his car, got in and drove off. After twenty minutes of mindless driving Will slowed down and pulled up onto the sidewalk. Where the hell was he going? Sure, he was looking for Ryan but Ryan who? His first thought was to go back to the building he was at all those weeks ago. Maybe someone knew something about it. Where was it though? For a moment Will tried to remember the location of the building but couldn't think of anything. Hell, he couldn't even remember how he got there. All he remembered was the appearance of it. Both the outside and inside. Well, that ruled that out.
"God, I'm a fucken idiot" Will said to himself. He just felt like a drink. So, he drove off to the local pub. He hadn't been there in almost three year. It was just what he needed.
It only took Will four minutes and sixteen seconds to get to Ropers, the pub he was thinking about. There were no cars outside. That was rather odd. When he used to go there
"You ok sweetheart?" the woman asked with an embracing smile. Instead of making Will feel any better it only made him feel crappier.
"Not really" Will remarked with a bitter laugh. He ordered a simple glass of beer which the woman got to immediately.
"What a pity. Why is that?" she asked, handing the drink over. Will didn't take it at first, he just looked at it.
"It's complicated" he remarked before taking a sip. The cool alcohol flowing down his throat was something unfamiliar. It seemed they had changed supplier since he was last there. Not that he was complaining. He heard the woman let out a quiet laugh and raised an eyebrow at her.
"I have heard many complicated stories. From the slightly odd to the totally bizarre. Funny what some people can say with a little influence" she giggled. If he wasn't in such a bad mood it would have made him laugh.
"Very well. I am a teacher at McKinely High School. There is a kid who teach who I recently found out is a male prostitute" he spat bitterly.
"Well, that's definitely one of the worst I heard" the woman remarked.
"Yeah, so I'm trying to find this Ryan guy who manages him to talk to about him and I have no idea how to find him" Will added. The woman stopped and raised an eyebrow.
"Wait, you talking about Kurt Hummel?" she asked a little surprised. Will looked at her confused. She knew him? He nodded. "He is a good lad. Very sweet. And Ryan, the guy you are looking for is right over there?' she pointed at a man who was sitting at a table. What a coincidence" she laughed. Yes, what were the chances of that happening? It was as if it was planned by some omniscient narrator to continue the plot. Shaking the oddness off, Will drank down his beer, stood up and walked over to the man.
He looked slightly older then Will, with short black curly hair. He was build, no doubt about that but Will had false confidence that if it was needed, he was able to win in a fight against this Ryan character. His fashion sense was not as he expected. Instead of fashion labels, he wore a simple red v-neck top and faded jeans. Maybe it was the wrong guy?
"Are you Ryan?" Will asked nervously.
"There are many Ryans who walk among us. Which Ryan you want?" the man growled, not taking his eye off his glass. His voice was so deep and controlling. It sent a shiver up Wills back as he had to pause and calm himself down. He was there for answers and he wasn't leaving without any.
"The one that manages Kurt Hummel" Will asked. The man stopped swirling his glass and looked up at Will. His dark brown eyes going up and down Wills body, as if examining him. A smile played on the mans lip.
"Have a seat" he insisted, gesturing towards the seat across the table from him. Will sat down and looked at the man. There was silence between the two of them. "Well, you gonna just sit here all day or what?" Ryan asked bitterly. "You said you wanted to talk about Kurt"
"Uhm, yes" Will muttered nervously. Where was that confidence he had only moments earlier?
" $120 an hour" Ryan replied casually, as if it was a daily occurrence of him. He had no problem selling the boy to a stranger. Hearing that, Will just lost it.
"He's just seventeen for fucks sake" Will shouted, jumping up. Ryan jumped a little, obviously not expecting the reaction.
"What's your problem?" he asked.
"I am his teacher and I don't think you should be selling his body to freaks for sex. That's what the problem is" Will yelled back. The woman from the counter was looking at them but didn't want to get involved. It was as if she was frightened.
"Well, it isn't your place now is it?" Ryan snarled back as he stood up. Maybe Will wasn't going to be able to fight him off after all. Hell, something happened and Will was pinned to the ground. He had no idea what happened. One second he was standing there, the next Ryan on top of him, pinning Will to the ground.
"Listen here Product Ferensky" Ryan grunted, tightening his grip on the mans neck. Will was starting to get more worried about his well being, his eyes popping out a little. His legs started to kick while his hands attempted to free him from the grip. This only cause angered Ryan as it continued to tighten. "First off, this is not school. You are in no position to get me to tell you everything. You understand?" Will quickly tried to shake his head, which resulted in a small nod. Ryan chuckled some more and Ryan could smell the alcohol on his breath. "Good," Ryan took his hand of Will and sat back down on the seat. Will stood back up and slowly returned to his seat. Ryan was acting as if nothing had happened. Neither did the woman. "Secondly, I am not forcing the boy for his services. He is willing to do it and is quite good at it. If he wants it there's no purpose in stopping it." Will nodded, not knowing what else to do. The man raised an eyebrow and something ticked in Will.
"But I need to know about his tattoo"
"His tattoo?" Ryan repeated.
"The one that says faggot on his shoulder. He said it was demanded of you. Special request or something" It seemed like forever until Will got an answer.
"They weren't demanded exactly. If you must know that was a drunken dare of ours" he laughed. Kind of anti-climatic for Will. "He got $50 for that. It was a fun night." Will was getting mixed feeling about Ryan. Was he a bad guy or a good guy in a bad job? It was too confusing.
"Well, if you say so. He won't tell me anything else about it" Will muttered quietly. It went ignored by Ryan.
"Listen, go to this address at 9pm if you want to see what Kurt is up to" he handed a slip, similar to the one Will had given Kurt. "If you want, you can even decide which one is "suitable" to give Kurt to" he laughed before walking out. Will didn't have a chance to say anything to him.
He spend twelve minutes sitting at the table, looking at the paper. He wanted to do so many things. Call the police, go to Finn, anything but he couldn't. What on earth was going on? He was a teacher. This meant he had to help Kurt yet so far there wasn't anything wrong. Except those fucking bruises. Kurt was being hurt but he couldn't do anything. Maybe if he just went to the address given he would be able to determine what to do with Kurt.
At nine o'clock Will was at 7 Newm Road, which was a building similar to the first one he was at. He hadn't gotten changed yet so was still in the same outfit as earlier. This made him stick out like a sore thumb as everyone was in such youthful designer clothes. One or two men started to talk to Will but quickly lost interest as they mingled with others.
Kurt showed up at 9:20 pm in a new outfit which looked designer. He didn't seem to notice Will who had joined the countless, faceless crowd. Will watched as the men went up to Kurt, a few of them flirting with him. There were a variety of men, including a tanned man with red hair and arm covered in tattoos. He watched as Kurt pushed some away in an attempt to get through. They just wouldn't leave him alone. Several times Will was tempted to pull them off the boy but he was refrained. He watched Kurt started to talk to another man only to be interrupted by Ryan.
Ryan whispered something into Kurts ears which made his eyes widen with fright. They then darted through the crowd until they spotted Wills where they locked. There was something about the way Kurt looked at Will, angrily. Next think you know Kurt had marched his way over to Will, pulled his arm and passive aggressively moved him to a quiet room.
"What the fuck were you doing talking to Ryan for?" Kurt screamed, slamming the door shut.
"Well, seeing as the only way you would talk to me is if you were pissed I decided to talk to the one who makes you do all these things" Will answered.
"No, no, no. This is not good, this is not good" Kurt continuously repeated, wondering around the empty room. He was clearly getting more stressed about the
"Come here" Will stated, but as he moved closer to Kurt and grabbed his hand, Kurt flinched and pulled his arm away instantly.
"Don't you dare touch me" Kurt screeched. Will stopped and looked at the boy. "You are not in charge of my life Mr. Schue. Stop waltzing in, thinking you know what's best for me. You're only making the situation worse" Will just stood there and let the verbal abuse jump and it. While he didn't think he deserved it, as he was only trying to help, at least Kurt was getting his emotions out. After twenty more seconds of screaming, Kurt stopped and regained his composure. There wasn't even any battle to find breath. "Just, promise me you won't interfere with my life any more. I won't disturb you while I'm drunk. Just forget about me" he whispered.
"Kurt, I can't do that. Even if I wanted to. You have to realise that" he insisted in response. Kurt didn't seem to be listening but Will didn't care. Kurt had his turn of rants so it was time for Will to say what was on his mind. "I know what happen to prostituted. You will get killed out there sooner or later. You need someone to look after to you. Make sure no one hurts you, you're so delicate" he attempted to push Kurts hair back. To make him look like the Kurt Will was used to, before everything started. "I know I can't stop you from doing you…. profession" he struggled to say the word.
"Then why do you keep trying?" Kurt growled. "Just go back helping Rachel or here's a better suggestion, your own life. Or your pathetic excuse for it" It seemed to hit a nerve for Will. How dare Kurt comment on his life!
"I was only trying to help" he started to say, struggling to keep his calm. "If you want me to stay out of it so much, fine. Do what you want. Go around get fucked by perverts and be killed by one of them. See if I care. Then everyone will know about all of this. Mercedes, Finn, your father" The door was opened by Ryan, who seemed to be annoyed.
"Is it alright if I had my boy back?" Ryan asked with a frown. Will looked at Kurt one more time. For the first time, Will didn't see the innocent boy. Before Will could say anything Kurt stormed out. As Ryan left Will took deep breathes, trying to calm down. He was just thinking about what happened. Maybe Kurt was right. He was old enough to make his own decisions, no matter how wrong they were. In defeat, he headed over to his car to back to his lonely apartment. As he got in his car he felt his phone vibrate so he looked at it. It was a message from an unknown number. Curious, he opened the text.
Sorry about that. Hope you can forgive me. Wills immediate thought was that it was from Kurt. For some reason, it made him smile a little. Don't worry. The offer is still up. Just in case you ever need it he texted back before turning on the radio and heading back to the apartment.
Four hours there was a knock on the door and the same boy was waiting for his teacher as the previous night. Only this time he wasn't drunk.