|Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night
Author: CrissColferCrowe PM
Kurt is kidnapped after the fight with Blaine in the Scandal's car park. WIPRated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Kurt H. & Blaine A. - Chapters: 20 - Words: 33,980 - Reviews: 360 - Favs: 152 - Follows: 286 - Updated: 03-14-13 - Published: 09-12-12 - id: 8519926
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Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night
"You know what; I'm just going to walk home." Blaine said, stumbling backwards away from Kurt.
"Blaine!" Kurt cried, but it was too late. Blaine had already turned around and stumbled down the street, away from the club.
Kurt turned around in exasperation. There was no point in standing there. He could wait for Blaine to realise how much of a douche he's being, and come back and apologize to Kurt. It wasn't looking likely.
Kurt walked the short distance to his car, and tried to open it; but it was locked.
Kurt patted all his pockets to check for the car keys, with no such luck. It was then that he remembered that when Blaine handed Kurt his fake I.D, Kurt gave Blaine his car keys because his pockets were much larger than Kurt's.
"Shit," Kurt shouted in frustration, kicking the wheel of his Navigator.
There was no way on earth Kurt was going to call up his dad and ask to be picked up outside a gay bar, at 3 o' clock in the morning, on the rough parts of the town. I'd better start making the long distance home then.
Just as Kurt was about to leave, he felt someone place their hand on his shoulder. Kurt spun around and was met with a punch in the side of his face.
Kurt fell backwards from the force, and started to scamper back away from the intruder. The intruder grabbed Kurt by the leg and dragged him towards him.
Kurt screamed and shouted for help, but no one was coming. The bouncer must have left already, and no one else was in the parking lot.
Kurt desperately ripped his leg away from the bigger man, and kicked him in the privates, causing the man to double over in pain. Kurt jumped up and started to run as far away from the man as possible, but his luck was short lived as he felt another pair of hands place a wet cloth over his mouth.
The last thing Kurt registered before everything turned back was his phone ringing.
Blaine made it home in record time; which was saying something as he was so drunk. He honestly believed what he did wasn't wrong, he was just trying to have some fun with his boyfriend; they were young for Christ's sake!
Blaine managed to get up the stairs to his room without waking his parents, throwing in a few ninja moves for awesome affects. As soon as he hit the pillow he was out like a light.
A few hours later, he was woken up by his phone vibrating in his pant pocket. Blaine looked at the time and saw that his clock read 6:36 am.
Blaine huffed, before answering the phone.
"Hi, Blaine? It's Finn."
"Oh hi Finn, what's up? Why the early call man?"
"Is Kurt with you?" Finn asked.
"No, we got into a fight last night and I left him outside the club."
"You guys went clubbing?! And are you sure he's not with you?"
"No Finn, he's not. Why?"
There was a pause over the phone, before Finn finally spoke.
"He didn't come home last night."
Blaine froze on the bed, the phone still to his ear, it wasn't until he saw another lump in the other side of his pants.
He took out the lumpy object, when realization hit, he dropped the phone as if it scolded him, and put his hand to his mouth, tears starting to pour down.
"I'll be right there," Blaine said, before hanging up.
Blaine continued to stare into space straight ahead of him, Finn's words still ringing in his ears.
'He didn't come home last night.'