Hi everyone! So here is the first real chapter, and I think this is the darkest one of the whole fic. So be careful.

The first scene is partly from 2x03 (Grilled Cheesus).

WARNING: character death! And it's pretty bad, so if you can't stand it, read only the first part (till the first WWIW).

16-year-old Kurt Hummel walked into his father's shop early in the morning. Burt Hummel was a workaholic, he really liked his job and spent usually 10 or even more hours per day in the shop. And of course, they could use the money he earned with the extra hours, he was a single father of a teenager after all.

"Hey Dad" Kurt greeted and went to his father with a paper bag. "I brought you breakfast."

"There is my boy" Burt said with a smile. He took the bag and peeked inside. "What is this?"

"It's an egg-white wrap on a sprouted wheat tortilla, half of a grapefruit and a green drink."

Burt made a face and muttered "I guess with enough hot sauce this will be alright", but Kurt, who stand right behind him leaning against a workbench, heared it and rolled his eyes.

"And be ready by 3. I want to arrive long before the night falls.

Damn, the fishing..

"I can't do today, The Phantom of the Opera at the Madách Theatre. I ordered the ticket three months ago."

Burt gave a frustrated sigh.

"And last week you had to camp out early so you could get in line for those Grey's Anatomy DVDs..."

"Season six, Dad."

"The point is, we spend less and less time together. We used to have at least two family programs a week and now we don't even see each other apart from dinner" Burt said in a resentful tone.

"I know but I'm a teenager, and it's Friday, Dad." Kurt said as he started walking towards the door.

"We have the whole weekend. We can go fishing tomorrow."

"I have to tell you, Kurt, I'm really disappointed in you" Burt said quietly. Kurt turned back to look into his father's sad eyes. He sighed but said nothing before disappearing behind the door.

WWIW

Burt Hummel was a good man, a good friend and a more better father, although raising his son alone took a lot out of him. He loved Kurt more than anything, but it was so difficult with him lately. He missed his little boy, who adored him and wanted to spend as much time together as possible, who never found a play more important then him. Damn, the first day at primary school, Kurt begged him not to leave him alone. And now... his little boy was grown up.

So Friday night Burt Hummel closed the shop around 6 to have some time at the river. Alone. He knew he was late, he couldn't even see the water because of the darkness but he needed some time and fresh air. He didn't want to go home in that state, he didn't want to argue with his son. Maybe they could get some time together on Saturday, and Kurt will agree to teach him how to cook those healthy dishes he loved.

Burt sighed and sat down on the grass. It was too late to start anything, so he just stared at the water and enjoyed the calming sounds of the forest.

...under the dark sky,

Here I am, waiting for you,

Don't be scared, my darling,

I just want to hold you...

Burt looked up suddenly. What was that voice? He saw nothing but he realised the fog around him for the first time.

...under the dark waves,

There you find my home.

Come on, my darling,

Don't stay there alone...

The man finally saw it. Or her, more exactly. There was a young woman in the river, standing close to him, so he could perfectly saw her in spite of the fog. She had long, red hair and beautiful green eyes. And she was completely naked. Burt gulped and went closer.

"Ehm... good evening!" He said awkwardly. "It's not a good idea being alone here, and I think the water is too cold for swimming. Ha-have you got any clothes? Of course you have, that was a stupid question..."

"I lost them" The angelic voice said. "And I'm so cold, if you could just give me your coat..."

"Oh, of course. Are you coming out, or..."

"Please, come here, my darling."

The woman smiled and Burt couldn't help but smiled back. This woman was absolutely beautiful. It was like an invisible rope pulling him towards the other in the water. The next thing he knew, he was two feets away from the woman. She reached out, and he took off his coat, handing it to the other.

"I think we should go. It's really late, and..."

"Not so fast, my darling. I have something for you" The woman said, but Burt didn't have enough time to open his mouth to ask a question, because the woman's long fingers curled around his neck, cutting off his air supply.

The next second he was under the water. He fought, he tried to break free, but the other was too strong. He felt weaker and weaker every passing second, there was too much grey points in front of his eyes... Oh, Kurt, he couldn't even say goodbye... And then, nothing.

The woman had disappeared before Burt Hummel's dead body reached the riverbank.

WWIW

Kurt got home after 10 that evening. He didn't want to speak with his father but after Burt's heart attack a few months ago he checked on the older man every evening, to see he was okay. So Kurt went to his father's bedroom but he found it empty.

"Dad!" He yelled and walked slowly downstairs. He couldn't find his father in the living room either. Something was wrong. Burt didn't go fishing alone, did he?

Kurt dialed his father's number and waited. It ringed once, twice... but he didn't pick up. Kurt tried again but he couldn't reach his father. Something was very wrong. "Come on, Dad" he muttered, but there was no response. Kurt began to fall into despair. What should he do now?

"The police!" He said to himself and dialed the phone number. This was the first time he had to speak with the authorities so when he had contact with the dispatcher, he didn't know what to say.

"I... My name is Kurt Hummel" He started uncertainly. "My fa-father is missing. I got home around 10, but he wasn't here. I-I tried to call him, and he's not answering his phone and..."

"Calm down, please" The woman said on the other end of the line. "I'm gonna ask some questions, you just have to answer them. Okay?"

"Okay" the boy muttered.

"When was the last time you saw your father?"

"In the morning, around 7. We had an argument, and I didn't come home after school. He usually leaves the shop after 5 in the afternoon, but I don't know where he went after that. We planned to go to the river, but I don't think he went there alone."

"So you had an argument with your father, and he's not answering the phone? Sweetie, he probably just went out to have a little alone time. It's not 11 yet, and today is Friday. I think he will be home in a few hours."

"So you are not gonna do anything?"

"We consider a person missing after 24 hours, not earlier. Most of the time, there is nothing to

worry about, the missing person turns up within this time interval. I'm sure your father is okay and will be home in a few just have to wait."

Kurt sighed. He knew there was something wrong. He knew his father would never do that to him, even if they had a pretty bad argument. But the police wouldn't believe him.

"Yeah, you're right. Thank you for your help" he said and disconnected the call.

Kurt waited for a few hours for his father's return, but Burt hadn't arrived before dawn. Nor had he answer his phone. So after a quick shower he put on comfortable clothes and went to his car. The river was only 10 minutes away with car. He and his father went always to the exact same place, so he knew where to search for him if Burt had gone fishing the previous day.

He arrived a few minutes later, got out and looked around. His father's car was in the parking lot but is was empty. So Burt was here... But why was he staying so long?

"Dad!" Kurt yelled. He waited for a few seconds but didn't get an answer. He tried again. "Dad!"

There was silence around him. He didn't even hear the birds' voice from the forest, and it was really scary. Kurt pulled his coat tighter around him and started walking towards the riverbank. Suddenly, he noticed a lieing figure near the water. He went closer until he recognized his father's flannel shirt.

"Dad!" Kurt said and began to run towards his father.

As he had reached him, he instanly saw the signs. The pale skin... the purple marks... the empty eyes.

Kurt screamed.

AN1: Madách Theatre is a real place and located in Budapest, Hungary.

AN2: The creature in the river was a rusalka, a water nymph in Slavic mythology.