A/N: Hey guys!
Not really much to say :/ This chapter is short again, sorry, I just got to a point and thought, that's a great way to end it so I did :P
But thank you to everyone who sent their condolences in regards to my dad, it meant a lot :)
Please excuse mistakes I wrote this on my phone and the iPhones are notorious for having some awful auto correct, I have read it over but I might have missed something :/ sorry :P
Okay here you guys go :)

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Kurt stared at himself in the mirror, this was it, this was as good as he was going to get today, he fiddled with the scarf around his neck making sure it sat right, it was a simple outfit for him, a blue vertically striped long sleeve dress shirt, a brown vest and a pair of washed out jeans. It was all still designer but simple.

Kurt pulled a strand of hair back into place, double checking his room that he'd put everything he needed today in the car, moments later he was coming down stairs and into the dining room where his dad was reading the paper in his dressing gown, Burt looked up and smiled, "Hey champ, what are you up to today?"

Kurt smiled "Just heading out to the mall to meet Aiden, we're going to a movie and later lunch maybe even dinner depending on what he has planned for the day."

"I don't like that kid, I miss Blaine, Blaine was good to you," Burt said grumpily, he wanted to tie down Kurt in his room and never let him out until he agreed to end things with that Aiden boy who just so happened liked to dabble in murder, as a father he felt like he was letting his kid down but he'd spoken to the police and they said without a testimony or evidence then legally their hands were tied.

"Blaine is just working things out with school, Dalton is strict remember?" Kurt asked rhetorically "And besides I like Aiden."

"Kurt, I get why your playing his game, acting nice and loving around him while you work everything out but please don't lie to me, honesty is the Hummel way remember?"

Kurt frowned "I know dad, I'm sorry, thank you for letting me work this out by myself and not attempting to murder Aiden."

"I'm sure he does enough murdering for the both of us," Burt mumbled.

"What was that?" Kurt asked.

"Nothing just clearing my throat," Burt said and Kurt looked at him curiously.

"Okay dad, I love you, be good to yourself and look after your heart while I'm out, tell Carole I love her too," Kurt said and Burt was the one to have the curious look this time.

"I love you too bud, see you tonight right?"

"Right and don't worry I've got everything under control." were the last words Kurt said before he grabbed his jacket, bag and keys and leaving.

**************KLAINE**********
Burt came back from the tire shop at around three, he was making himself a sandwich when there was a knock at the door, Burt's stomach grumbled in response to the thought that he had to leave the sandwich behind.

Burt wiped his hands on the tea towel and walked to the front door, he opened it and Aiden smiled back at him "Is Kurt home? I was coming to surprise him," Aiden said in a slimy voice.

"He's out with you apparently," Burt said his heart racing as he realized that he didn't know where his son was.

"Well clearly that's a lie."

"I don't understand where's my son?"

"I don't know but if I had to guess the little tart is probably off fucking around with some guy," Aiden said through gritted teeth.

Burt glared at him, his hand on the front door "Come in and we will look for him," he said, Aiden took a step forward and Burt slammed the wooden door in his face before locking it.

He heard Aiden shout swear words through the door, something about nose and lip, Burt was pleased with him self, pulling out his phone a moment later beginning the search for Kurt.

*************KLAINE***********

Blaine hadn't seen his parents all morning nor had he seen them that afternoon, Blaine was pretty pleased with that; Until his father requested to speak with him in his office, Blaine took a deep breath and followed his father, sitting down across from his father at the office desk.

"The school told me your grades haven't dropped below an A minus all year, that's good, grades like that will help you get into law in college," his father began.

"Who said I want to do law?" Blaine asked coldly.

"Who said I care what you want, you do as your told or you can say good bye to Dalton," his father warned, Blaine gritted his teeth.

"I don't want to be a lawyer though."

"Maybe you should listen to me for once so it will save me from repeating myself, I don't care about what you want," Bradley Anderson challenged.

"Is this why you asked me back here? To lay down the rules, to constrict me like the slithering snake you are."

"Don't talk to me like that boy."

"Are we done here?"

"No I have a few pamphlets that I want you to look at," Bradley said as he pulled out a pile, he handed the first to Blaine who read the title out "'Homosexuality rehabilitation and clinical care center', are you fucking kidding me?"

"Watch your language and no, you're going there over your winter break, well there or one of the other centers in my pile here," Bradley explained but Blaine wasn't having any of it, he stood up and through the pamphlet on the table.

"Being gay isn't a disease! It's not something that can be fixed!"

"I just want to help you, I want my son back."

"You'd have me if you would stop being so ignorant and actually understand some things, I love men okay I don't love women okay I'm not you and neither is Emmet, we were both born this way and there is nothing that you can do about it."

"You're going to that center whether you like it or not," Bradley roared.

"You don't get that those centers are usually run by closet homosexuals that just don't want to admit it," Blaine cried, his phone began ringing, his father looked at him.

"Don't you dare think about answering that."

Blaine pulled his phone out and looked at the name of the person ringing him "I'm not finished," his father said and Blaine just looked at him "Well I am."
He pressed answer on his phone "Hello Bur-" he began but he was cut off by a panicked voice.

"Is Kurt with you?"

"No? Why is something wrong?"

"Blaine, Kurts been missing for the past five hours," Burt said over the phone "He said he was going out with that pig of his and then Aiden turned up at my doorstep a half hour ago saying he was surprising Kurt."

"What did you do?"

"I invited him in and then slammed the door in his face, I think I might have broken something."

"Oh my god are you okay, what did you break?"

"His nose I think."

"Oh you meant him," Blaine said with a slight laugh "Are you sure he's not with Mercedes?"

"I've called half of Lima, no one has seen him and he left his phone here and I don't know what else to do you were my last hope," Burt said breathlessly.

"Burt this is what I want you to do okay, I'm leaving now but it will take me a bit to get to Lima, call. Carole and get her to be on watch because I'm worried about your heart, I will stop by and check on you and see if I can tell where Kurt's gone."

"Okay, okay, thanks son," Burt said and Blaine looked at his own father as he said the following words "No problem dad."

Blaine hung up and pocketed his phone "excuse me father but I have to head back to Lima and help my family."

"Your family is here."

"Not from where I'm standing so if you don't mind I'm off to see my boyfriend you remember Kurt don't you?"

*************KLAINE***********

Blaine got Emmet to drive him to Lima, they bypassed the Puckerman residence at around six, rain had begun pouring and Blaine thought how theatrical it was for Kurt to go missing on a stormy night.

Blaine jumped in the drivers seat after Emmet headed up to the front door, he watched as Noah opened the door, his face changing from confused to shocked to overly happy as he flung himself at Emmet, their lips attaching as they stumbled inside the house.

Blaine shook his head as he drove off, he headed straight for the Hummel residence, Burt ushered him inside once he got there, Burt's arms wrapping around him.

"No word?" Blaine asked as they separated.

"No nothing. I don't know where he could be and with this weather I'm just so worried about him."

Blaine nodded, "I know, would you mind if I went up to his room just to see if he left a sign of where he was going?"

"Go on up," Burt said as Carole came out of the kitchen "Oh Blaine honey it is so good to see you," she said as she gave him a warm hug.

"You too Carole," Blaine said with a small smile; a few minutes later and he was up in Kurt's room looking around, nothing had changed except for the fact that not one picture of them was up anywhere. Blaine sat on Kurt's bed, sighing gently as he smelt Kurt all around him "Where are you?"

Blaine swung his legs to get up, his feet colliding with something under Kurt's bed he knelt down on the ground and pulled out a shoe box that he immediately recognized as the box that Kurt's mum stored everything, he opened it and noticed that there was only one addition to the box, a video camera. Blaine picked the recorder up and opened up the screen, and on a whim he turned it on and pressed play, he watched as a scene unfolded, it was then he knew where Kurt was.

A/N: dun dun dunnnnnn
See why I ended there :P
:D
Nearly over kids one more chapter I think :) But look forward to some Klaine next chapter YAYYY
How did you like this one?
And hey look there was a little Kurt :D more next chapter I promise XD
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