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Glee club was pretty quiet the day after Kurt went missing. Finn tried to stay positive; Kurt would be upset if Finn started to worry. Not that he would know.
Mercedes was constantly wiping her eyes and Rachel was barking orders at a distracted group of singers, which prove uneffective.
"Just shut up, Berry, okay?" Santanna snapped, she had enough of the midget, "We happen to care about our friends and prefer not to jump right back in after suffering a loss." It sounded very uncharacteristic of the sassy latina, but those were her words.
"I care about Kurt." Rachel insisted, "He would want us to keep working towards sectionals not mope around uselessly."
"But Kurt had a solo for sectionals." Tina pointed out gravely.
"I'll take his solo," Rachel said dramatically as she pressed her hands over her heart, "it is, after all, a girl song."
"I'm going to kill her." Finn heard Mercedes whisper to Quinn who nodded in agreement. Even Finn felt like killing the bossy teen. Rachel had always been annoying and bossy and harsh and a whole lot of other things, but she had never been so down right ignorant.
"No." Finn said firmly.
Rachel froze, "Finn," She put on her innocent look, "You're supposed to support my decisions. As my co-leader and boyfriend-"
"But Kurt's my brother," Finn stood up as he took a stand, "he really wants this solo, and family comes first."
"Kurt's not here, Finn." Rachel stomped. Then Finn saw a look on her face that he hadn't seen since she lost her voice. Grief. This was how she dealt with this kind of stuff.
Finn felt his heart sink a little, his voice softened quite a bit as he said, "I'm sorry Rach, but it's his solo. He's going to come back, I know."
"Finn's right," Mercedes agreed, "Kurt's tough. We just need to stay positive."
"Yes," Santanna added sarcastically, "Because it's positivity that wins wars, not guns."
"Let's get some guns and go rescue him." Puck suggested.
"We don't know where he is, idiot." Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Puck's just trying to help." Artie defended his new found friend, "I mean, you guys don't seem to have any better plans."
"Guys, guys," Mr. Schue finally came out of his office, "You don't need a plan. The police will take care of it."
"Mr. Schue," Sam spoke up, "the police didn't 'take care of it' when someone wrecked our choir room. I don't think they're going to now.
"And that time when Artie got that patriotic wedgie." Mike jumped in, "There were witnesses, but the police said they couldn't prove anything."
"Our justice system sucks." Quinn sighed.
Rachel plopped into the chair next to Mercedes, where Kurt usually sat, "Do you really think they're going to help?"
Mr. Schue sighed, he knew to answer to that, but no sense in destroying what was left of their hope, "Yes. Now no more negative thoughts, we have to keep our mind off this. So I have the perfect song."
Schuester started handing out the sheet music, pausing as he reached Mercedes, "You get the lead." He smiled at her. hopefully that would dry her tears for a little while. And for the first time, Rachel didn't fight for the leading part.
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Kurt wondered what songs they would be singing in glee that day. He worried that no one challenged Rachel for a solo, or worse, she got to sing another Wicked song.
The night before was hell. Kurt couldn't sleep in the comfortable yet unfamilliar bed. He felt alone, even with the other boys in neighboring rooms. They didn't seem to be themselves anymore, like their personallities had faded. He remembered when he went to Dalton where it seemed that they tried to make him just like everyone else. This was so much worse.
Kurt could feel his eyes inching shut as he ate his cereal slowly with his head propped up on his left hand. Jasper kept stealing wide eyed glances at him, but Kurt ignored them.
"Are you okay Kurt?" Tim- who Kurt recognized at the one in the white van- asked.
Kurt nodded slightly, trying to mask any anger he felt towards the couple, "Just tired."
Tim smiled deceptively gently at him, "Your brothers couldn't sleep at first either."
Kurt had noticed that James and Luke stayed away from each other when Ben and Tim were around. Of course, Kurt realized, it's wrong to date your own brother. He wondered what would happen if their captors found out. Would they be killed like Harry was? Or would they just get a warning?
Kurt nodded again and set his spoon back in the cereal bowl.
"You've hardly eaten Kurt." Ben pointed out.
Kurt didn't answer, they didn't deserve one.
"Kurt?" Ben insisted on getting an answer out of him, "Look at me, Kurt."
Kurt did look at him, he looked at him without bothering to wipe the angry glare off of his face first. Tim wasn't going to have any of that.
"Room," Tim said dimply before adding a deadly, "now."
The other four boys looked terrified as if they were in trouble, too. They continued to eat their cereal piece by piece, trying to stay invisible.
Kurt stood up and walked down the hallway. There were no doors leading outside down the hallway, those were in the opposite direction. There were six bedrooms, three on either side. Five were practically closets and the sixth, where Tim and Ben slept, none of the boys had ever been in there before. It was firmly locked, Kurt had tried to open it once. At the end of the hallway was a larger room, which also had no windows it was dubbed the 'family room'.
Once in his small room, Kurt slid down the door and began to cry. He cried until he didn't think he could anymore and even then he wanted to cry some more. He missed everything already. His dad, Carol, glee club, Blaine, even Mr. Schue's horrid sweater vests. He missed his old clothes that he never wore more than once, now he dressed in someone elses clothes. The ones that Tim and Ben had bought for the boys. His baggy jeans and loose fitting T-shirt didn't give him the confort that his designer clothes once gave him. They didn't even give them shoes; then again, they wouldn't need them inside.
As it turns out, the punishment for glaring at your kidnapper is being locked in a small windowless room until the next day. Luckily the rooms had bathrooms attached. Kurt began to wonder if Tim and Ben were rich; his house only had two bathrooms and he had to share with Finn despite his pleas to get to share one with Carol instead.
Kurt felt a pang of homesickness. He could hardly stand being away from his father for the school day let alone, however long he was here. Considering that the doors outside locked from both sides and he was usually locked in his room, it seemed unlikely that he was going to escape. The longer he stayed there, the more hopeless he was becoming.
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A/N: O.O What will happen? Who knows, review and I'll post tomorrow. I'm gonna go swim instead of doing my math! ;D