Hello! I just want to say a couple of things before you read. First, I am not following the plot of Glee; I might mention a couple of things that happened in the show. Second, I am sorry for any mistakes, I look over it a lot before putting it up, and I usually catch stuff, but I might have like one or two mistakes that I haven't caught. I hope you guys and gals like this, please review!

To get into Dalton you either needed a student ID or a visitor's pass. The doors were always under surveillance. Night Guards stood in the hallways to make sure no students snuck out of their rooms at night. Honestly there was no way anyone was going to get away with anything. So how could this happen?

It was a Friday night; Nick had chosen to stay in his dorm watching a movie, by himself, everyone else had gone out to a party. It was eleven when everyone returned, Nick's roommate, Trent had returned as well. Finding Nick on the couch asleep, he gently put a blanket over his sleeping body and gone to his own bed.

Nick woke from a dream, for a moment he could figure out what had woken him. He then saw a large figure hanging over him. Nick's eyes adjusted to the darkness, making him realize there was a tall man in his room. The temperature seemed to drop, all at once. Nick opened his mouth to speak only to find the man holding a piece of metal against his throat.

"Now, you're going to listen to what I say. You scream, I'm going to kill you, and all of your other friends," he man whispered into his ear, ever so softly, in a sweet voice. Nick nodded, feeling a cold chill run up his spin, as the man tied his arms and legs together. Nick then shut his eyes when the man, gently picked him up, and threw him over his shoulder. The man carried him down the long dark hallway; Nick opened his eyes when the man stepped over something, something large, it looked like pile of cloth. A body, Nick realized, it was one of the night guards. Nick's heart began to race and he screwed his eyes shut once more, he couldn't tell if he was dead, and he didn't want to know.

Finally they were outside of a car. The man set him in the back seat of what Nick thought was a black Mercedes. The man put the seatbelt over him and made sure his arms were still tied. They drove for what seemed hours, not stopping once.

Nick looked out the window, watching the sun rise. He tried signaling at passing cars with his eyes, but no one stopped them, no one even looked into the car. He gave up and slumped against the seat. The man watched him carefully through the mirror, brown eyes expressionless.

Nick began to listen to the radio; Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World began to play. Tears began to spill from Nick's eyes, the song had scared him, and it was the thing that made him realize what was happening. It wasn't a wonderful world, not at the moment. His eyes flickered towards the clock; it was eight in the morning. People were probably going to notice the night guard, and then his absence. No one was going to find him, he was going to die.

Finally they arrive at the man's, well, mansion. It was a creamy white with a blue roof. The man spun around and smirked at Nick, probably because of the obvious tear tracks. Or maybe it was the frightened look in his eyes. It didn't matter; the wild glint in his eye hypnotized him. The man got out of the car and opened Nick's door. He roughly scooped him up and carried him into the house.

Nick shut his eyes as he sat him down on a couch. The man began to untie his bindings.

"Now, Nick Duval, I have a few rules."

Nick opened his eyes, "How do you know my name?" Panic rose in his stomach, how long had the man been watching him? Who was he?

The man lifted his hand and slapped Nick across the face, making him let out a cry of pain. The man sweetly smiled at him. "Do not interrupt me." Nick bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. "Now, I have a few rules. One you are now my son. Two you must address me as Father. You understand?"

"Yes, si- Father."

Father nodded, "Three you must obey my rules, or else there will be consequences. You have no mother." He paused searching for words, "Also you are 7 going on 8." There was a sudden crash behind him, making the man spin around. There was a tall boy, about Nick's age, bright blond hair, and hazel eyes. Nick looked from Jeff to Father; he had to be his biological son. They were spitting images of each other; everything except for their eye color was the same. Jeff bent over to pick up a notebook he had dropped.

"Sorry, Papa," he said bowing his head a bit.

Father turned to look at Nick, who immediately snapped his head to look up at him. "This is my other son, Jeff. He's 8. Jeff this is my new son Nick Duval."

Jeff turned pale and slowly walked over to them, he quickly examined Nick. His expression was hard to read, he seemed almost guilty, or angry. Whatever it was, it made Nick's stomach drop.

"Jeff, greet him," Father said beginning to lose patience.

"Hello," Jeff forced, "Nice to meet you, Nick."

Father seemed to be content, "I'm off to make dinner, and you two behave." He patted their shoulders and left for the kitchen.

Nick met Jeff's eyes as Jeff continued to stare at him. He certainly wasn't 8; he had to be at least 16 or 17. Jeff looked away, and went to the bottom of the stairs. He turned to look at him one last time, "We get to eat ice cream after dinner." Jeff ran up the stairs, leaving Nick on the couch.

Heat burned behind his eyes, but he didn't let the tears start. He couldn't, he was a lot stronger than that. And maybe if he pleased Father for a while he'd be able to escape. Or maybe the police would find him, they had to. But until then he just had to wait.