"Damnit! Damnit, this can't be happening!" Kurt screamed, pacing back and forth. "No-No! Someone stole my car! Someone!" He turned to run back into the store, but the sign was changed from OPEN to CLOSED right in front of his face. He growled angrily, then began walking. "I can't believe I have to walk home. And in my new boots.. Wait!" He took out his cellphone. "No fucking connection?"

He turned to walk down a street. It was darker than the other, and it was getting cold outside. Kurt shivered, and heard the sound of a car behind him. He walked faster, trying his best to ignore the footsteps behind him. He finally whipped around, coming face to face with a man in all black. Before Kurt got a chance to do anything, a hand flew over his mouth and he was dragged away.

Kurt bit down on his attacker's hand, but it didn't seem to work. All he tasted was a leather glove. He couldn't breathe, and felt himself flung and landed in what seemed to be a box. But he quickly realized it was the back of a car. "Help!" He screamed, knocking on the windows. He lunged to get out of the open back doors, but a door was slammed on his fingers. Kurt screamed, tears flooding his eyes and streaming down his cheeks.

"No, no, no, no..." He mumbled, rubbing his bleeding and broken fingers. "HELP!"

Blaine tried to navigate his way through the dark streets of downtown, while Dodger scampered all over his lap. "Dodg-Dodger, stop!" He nudged his dog off his lap. "Dodger, what's wrong?" He pulled over to the side of the road, and got out of the car. He walked over to the other side, and let his dog out.

If there was one thing Dodger knew how to do, it was warn Blaine when there was danger. Blaine knelt down and grabbed his dog's muzzle. "Hey, bud.. What's wrong?"

Dodger barked loudly, and ran down the street. "Dodger, wait!" Blaine huffed, then sprinted after the dog, leaving his car behind. He followed Dodger through alleyways and down long streets, before he saw a dark van driving off quickly.

Then Blaine heard it. A faint cry for help.

"HELP!"

Dodger barked roughly, the bark closing in to a growl. He started to run, but Blaine grabbed Dodger's collar. "Wait, I don't want you to get hurt, buddy.. Follow me, ok?" He ran to the sidewalk, then paused. Trying his best to gather all his strength, he pushed off the ground, sprinting after the car.

Dodger yelped as he ran behind him. Blaine spotted the van in the darkness. "Ha!" He exclaimed, eyes focusing on the van. He didn't notice that there was a streetlight right in his way, because he crashed into it. He fell to the ground, rubbing his head. Dodger caught up, licking Blaine's forehead. "Dodger," Blaine mumbled. "Do you have the scent..?"

Dodger whimpered, and Blaine sighed. "Someone needs our help, Dodge. We gotta try.."

"You let me go!" Kurt screamed. "Or I'll call my daddy!"

"Exactly," a low voice replied. "Your dad has money. And what do we want? Money. Take his cellphone." He snapped, and Kurt felt his jacket ripped off. He knew that it was searched, and not they had his cellphone.

Kurt felt sick. He brought his knees to his chest, closing his eyes. He started to cry silently, praying that an angel would come to save him. He needed his knight in shining armor.. "Where are you taking me?" He finally asked quietly, seeing the downtown slip away from the back window.

"A place where no one will find you," was his only reply. Kurt let out a choked sob, and sunk to the ground. He snuggled into his scarf, eyes bloodshot and scared. There was a possibility that these people could kill him. He didn't want to die.

He was too young to die. What did he ever do to deserve this?

Dodger ran circles around Blaine, waiting until he was okay. Suddenly, he barked. Blaine looked up. "What?"

Dodger scampered off, returning with a piece of leather. Blaine reached forward and grabbed it cautiously. He realized it was a wallet! He flipped it open, looking for an ID. He finally found it, and the face on the card was gorgeous. It was a boy-- Kurt Hummel-- with rather pale skin. He had almost russet colored hair, that was gelled in a beautiful flip-like way. But the feature that stood out the most to Blaine was his eyes. They were a glorious blue, so deep you could get lost in.

Dodger's tail wagged, waiting for his owner to praise him. Blaine found himself staring. Dodger growled. "Oh!" Blaine snapped out of his trance. "Sorry, bud. Thanks. This could be our victim. Now.. Get a good sniff." He held out the wallet, and Dodger knocked it from his hand with his paw and smelled it. He turned it over with his nose, sniffing and sniffing. Finally, he barked and ran off. Blaine grabbed the wallet, chasing after Dodger. The dog was leading him out of the town. Was his dog going to wrong way?

Oh, I hope not, Blaine thought anxiously. Kurt Hummel, you better be the victim. Not the kidnapper. Blaine almost felt sick with the idea of falling hard for a criminal just at the sight of his driver's liscense.