Hi everyone,

So, I'm starting something a little darker than my other fics. This is kind of the prologue, I guess, which might explain why it's so short. Anyhow, like always, enjoy!

Glee is not mine, I wish it were, at least the Klaine bits.

"Kurt, the phone."

"Hello?"

"Kurt, I need you to come here."

"Blaine, what happened? Are you okay?"

"I can't say over the phone, just please come quickly."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

Kurt hung up, his heart racing as a million scenarios flashed through his head. What happened with Blaine, and why did he call his house phone? He turned around, locking eyes with his dad, "I need to go see Blaine."

"I heard." Burt leaned against the doorway, "Did he say what was wrong?"

"No." Kurt choked back tears, "I need to go." He raced to his room, grabbing his coat and keys, and ignoring his dad's stream of questions.

"Kurt, let me drive you."

"I can drive."

Burt raised a brow, "You can't even see right now."

Kurt huffed, torn between going alone and having someone with him. "Fine," he replied.

As they got into the car, his phone vibrated and as he read the message his eyes widened in horror. "Dad, we need to hurry, and we need to call the cops."

Let me know what you think!