Part I
Kurt was out for the night, he went to see Blaine, his boyfriend, who was staying at Dalton's dormitories in Westerville for the duration of the winter.
They didn't know that the snow storm would be so bad that he wouldn't be able to go back to town for the weekend, but it was probably that bout of bad luck what had him alive right now. Knowing that his father would get it he called home and said he'd stay there until the roads were safe again (as a former student he didn't had much trouble to get his way with the staff). His father did complain for a good fifteen minutes and got that 'sex is a good gift to yourself at 30' voice but he agreed that with all that black ice and the snow falling like a while blanket everywhere it was best to stay there. Maybe the next morning things would be fine again and he could go home and have lunch with his family.
The snow didn't stop until that Sunday night and by then Kurt was quite worried because the cell phones signal got lost first thing that Saturday morning, and as much as he called to his house no one would pick up. The TV was dead, the phones were dead and he was really worried. So, when he realized that the snow had stopped he got his things and went out of the building immediately.
Blaine didn't like it, he tried to convince him to stay with them until the morning, until the roads were safe again but he was too worried to hear anything from anyone. He needed to be home.
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The ride was awful, between the slippery asphalt and the complete lack of any kind of electricity on the road Kurt was having a hard time controlling the navigator. Add to that the fact that there were countless car crashes, some of them even burning and none of them with people inside, and you could say that Kurt was feeling really scared.
Like, terrified in an eerie creepy way.
What the heck had happened?
He saw deserted streets and snow.
He saw some burning places and snow.
And there were things that made him stop the car and vomit to the street, and snow.
He was more worried than ever.
He checked his phone and found he didn't have any kind of signal, no matter how close he got to civilization, to home.
By the time he got to the house he was already freaking out, and barely had time to open the door before he was jumping out and getting to the porch. He pushed the door, which was already almost open, and peeked inside.
"Hello? Dad? Carole? Finn? Is anyone there?" he asked to the dark house.
No one answered.
He turned on the lights, but nothing happened, so he took his phone to light the way.
Something was really wrong, he could feel that. His father wouldn't have left the house open like that if he wasn't in a hurry, not after all those times people took the time to go and paint 'faggot' to the garage door. It was obvious that his father wasn't at home. Heck, he hadn't seen anyone on the way. It was as if the whole town had disappeared.
A noise behind him put him into alert just before he started going up the stairs.
He turned around, the phone in his hand as his only weapon, and found Fin.
With a shotgun aiming at his face.