Kurt drove home after a tiring day at work. It is the middle of November and he weather already turned wintery. It has yet to snow and Kurt was thankful for that. Although the 24 year old absolutely loved winter for all of the different outfit possibilities he also hated it. He hated driving it, he hated ruining his designer boots in the slush, and he absolutely hated watching couples cuddle and hold hands while he was cold and all alone. He had no one to hold his hand, no one to buy coffees with, and no one to cuddle in front if the fire with and watch the snow fall. He was alone.

Kurt pulled into his driveway and ran quickly into his house. The temperature was dropping fast and his Gucci jacket was not thick enough to keep the cold out. It was time to break out the scarfs, mittens, and extremely warm and stylish winter jacket.

He walked into the kitchen and started making some tea, while waiting for it to heat up he ran upstairs to change into his warm pajamas and slippers. After clad in flannel blue pants and his old McKinley High School grey sweatshirt he walked back down stairs to retrieve his decaf vanilla chai tea.

He paused while walking down the hall. On the hallway walls he had old pictures of himself with friends and family. But today something seemed different about them. He turned on the light illuminating the dark hallway. He looked at the framed pictures again some were missing. All of the ones of just him were completely gone and the ones when he was with his family the picture were cut eliminating him from the picture.

"What the-?" He mumbled confused. What was going on? Was it some kind of joke? Is there hidden cameras and he is being pranked on some reality television show?

He wasn't upset that his pictures were gone. It wasn't a big deal he knew he had extra copies of the memorable pictures but something was up. Something was not right. He searched his brain quickly trying to find any possible explanation could that could apply. Did he sleep walk? Did he accidentally hit the frames causing them to fall? No that couldn't be, the frame where still there just the way he left them, except he was missing. Why was he the only one missing from the pictures? What was so special about him? Of all of the other people in the photos whoever did this picked little old ugly Kurt. If his friends did this he would surely kill them.

He quickly took out his phone. Who could he call? Mercedes lived a few towns over so it probably wasn't her. He hasn't seen his best friend for a few long months. Why would she prank him? He could call Rachel she lived on the other side of town with Finn, Kurt's step brother.

He dialed their house number quickly his shaking fingers slipping on his small keys of his cell phone.

"Hello?" the chirpy familiar voice answered.

"Hi Rachel its Kurt, listen did you break into my house and removed all of the pictures of me? If you did this isn't a funny prank." he said nervously.

"Wh-what broke into your house?" she stuttered.

"Yeah this isn't funny Rachel!" he said as he ran around the house making sure all of his windows and doors were shut and locked. They all were. Nothing was broken either. How could someone possibly get into his house?

"Kurt listen I didn't break into your house and neither did Finn. Do you want us to come over to stay with you for a little while?" she asked sounding concerned.

"Uh no but thanks I will be fine. Maybe I'm just imagining it." he said nervously.

"Are you sure? Be careful Kurt, please, please be careful."

"Y-yes I'll see you later okay?"

"If you are sure you are okay then yes see you later."

"I'm alright."

"Okay Kurt, be safe, bye."

"Bye."

Kurt ran his fingers through his hair nervously. His house didn't seem to be broken into. Aside from the pictures everything seemed to be in place.

Maybe he should call the police. But then again what would he say? That his house doesn't seem to be broken into but all pictures of him are gone. That would make him sound crazy. Besides he has called the police over more serious matters before and they never helped.

Kurt grabbed his forgotten tea already cooled to a warm liquid. He drank it quickly he walked to his couch and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around himself. He stared at the blank TV wondering what he should do. He didn't feel quite safe but whoever broke into his house surely wouldn't do it twice one night would they?

Kurt wondered if he would even be able to fall asleep if he did end up going to bed. I'm scared he thought. He didn't dare say it out loud by any chance his mystery robber was still here or installed cameras to watch him. If the robber found out he was weak and scared it was all over. The robber would come back and who knows what he or she would do this time?

Kurt decided to go up to his room and at least try sleeping. He had work in the morning and he really wouldn't last the day if he didn't sleep.

Kurt made his way up to his room. He was about to walk past the window that was necessary to past in order to make it to his bed when he saw something. Outside his house a couples houses down there was a black Ford pickup truck without it's lights on.

Sure maybe Kurt was just being paranoid. This was a small town and he knew all cars that belonged to the neighbors as well as passing by cars. Never once has he seen this car before not even around town.

His heart stopped he quickly shut the blinds and ran to his bed. He cocooned himself in the blankets and squeezed his eyes shut.

Please fall asleep he begged his mind, please just fall asleep and forget about this. This is one of the times when he regretted living alone in his house. He wished he could live with someone special one day.