Disclaimer: Don't own Glee at all...
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If Kurt hadn't known so much about car repair, he would have freaked out as the hood of his car started smoking in the middle of nowhere. He was on his way back home from visiting Blaine at Dalton. He pulled his Navigator over to the side of the road and got out. He threw open the hood of his car and investigated the cause of the smoke. He didn't see anything wrong; his engine must have overheated, it was, afterall, ninety degrees out. Kurt sighed and cursed his bad luck; he was going to have to walk the next... ten miles. He shook his head, that was out of the question, he was wearing Gucci shoes!
He heard the screetching of tires on pavement, then a mans voice shout, "Need help?"
Kurt turned towards the white van that had pulled up with a middle aged man half hanging out of the passenger seat. If there was one thing Kurt knew, it was that middle aged men who look so eager to help out a young teen, are usually pedifiles... or Mr. Schue who is just plain nice.
"No," Kurt turned to take a closer look at the engine, "I'm fine, I'm good with cars." Then he saw his problem, a small tear in the tube that ran the engine cooling solution through it. How did that happen? Kurt took good care of his baby. Maybe-
Kurt jumped at the sound of the man's voice next to him, "Well it seems that you'll need an entirely new part for your car."
"Uh," Kurt backed away, starting to get creeped out, "I-I'll just call my dad, he has a shop, it's right over there anyways." Kurt pointed down the empty stretch of road.
The man chuckled and came a little closer, "Don't be silly, Kurt, there's nothing for miles."
Kurt's eyes widened as he tried to maintain a distance between him and the man, "H-how did you know my name?"
"I know a lot of things about you, Kurt." The man smiled wickedly, "I'm not going to hut you, don't be afraid."
"Get away from me." Kurt turned and started to run while also trying to pull his cell phone from his pocket. He was about to call 9-1-1 when he felt a jolt of electricity go through his body, causing him to drop the phone. He fell to the ground twitching as the electricity pulsed through him. His thoughts became a jumbled mess, but he understood one thing: he was in trouble.
The man closed the distance in between them and lifted Kurt from the ground. There wasn't much Kurt could do to defend himself as he was dropped into the van. The last thing he felt was the rag being held over his mouth and nose, then everything went black.
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Burt paced back and fourth as Finn and Carol tried to get him to sit down and watch the football game with them.
"Kurt's okay," Carol reassured him, "he and Blaine are probably just having a good time."
Burt stopped as he growled, "Not too good of a time I hope."
Finn choked on his Dr. Pepper as he burst into laughter at the implied meaning of his step-father's words.
"It's not like someone would kidnap him or anything, especially at Dalton." Carol pointed out..
"Well they'd get too confused trying to figure out his gender anyways." Burt said, trying to comfort himself by cracking a joke, which was met with more choked laughter from Finn.
"What if he got into a car accident?" Finn asked.
"Finn!" Carol hissed.
Burt began to pace again, "I've called him three times already! Kurt always has his phone on him."
"Maybe he forgot to charge it." Carol suggested.
"Kurt doesn't forget anything," Finn insisted, "he remembers every word I've ever said to him... I think he stopped doing that though after... well, we don't talk about it anymore."
"I'm going to call the hospital and see if he's there." Burt lunged for the phone.
After calling three hospitals, every glee club member, Blaine, Mr. Schue, and even Coach Sylvester (whom, Finn said, knew everything), Burt really started to panic. Carole and Finn could tell that he wasn't going to stop looking until he found his son.
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Will smiled over at Emma who looked absalutely stunning in her bright yellow sun dress. They were on their way to Westerville to see a reproduction of Rent at the local theater. That was when his phone rang.
"Hello?" Will answered.
"Mr. Schuester?" He barely recognized the voice on the other end.
"Yes?"
"This is Burt Hummel-" Oh it was Kurt's dad, "have you seen Kurt? We've called everyone and we don't know where his is."
"No, sorry Mr. Hummel." Will felt glad for Kurt to have a father who accepted him and looked out for him, "If I see him, I'll call."
"Oh," Burt sounded really worried, "okay, thank you. Bye."
"Bye." Will hung up the phone.
"What was that about?" Emma asked with genuine concern.
"Burt can't find Kurt." Will just then noticed that the father and son's names rhymed. How did he not realize that?
"Oh," Emma's bambi eyes widened ever so slightly, "I hope he's okay."
"It's Kurt," Will said confidently, "he can handle slushies, locker slams, being thrown into dumpsters, and Rachel Berry, he'll be okay."
Emma nodded, believing every word he crush said.
It was only ten minutes later when they saw Kurt's navigator at the side of the road, "Stop, Will." Emma spoke up, but he was already on it.
They got out of Will's clunker and approached Kurt's abandoned car. Will notice the hood was up, "He must have broken down." He pulled out his phone and called Burt as Emma examined her surroundings.
"Will," She bent down and picked something up, "His phone." The screen was cracked and scratched severely but they could make out the numbers on the screen 9-1.
Something was terribly wrong.
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A/N: Wow this is getting exciting! Please review or I'll send the creepy old guy and his white van to stalk Chris Colfer! *Points at picture of Chris* Save him my dear friends!