The music was loud in his ears, flowing through his body, making it move without his control.

The air was hot. So hot. Bodies everywhere, sweating, dancing, just like him.

The alcohol flowed through his veins, making everything so wonderfully numb and it made everything so… not important. Made everything seem so distant. Like nothing mattered. Nothing but there and then.

Kurt was dancing like nothing mattered on the little dance floor in Scandals. There were guys all around him, some of them actually shirtless, and life was actually quite good.

   It was Saturday and it had been three days since he’d found out that the only person left that he cared about was about to die.

Because Quinn was going to die if she kept her baby. Not like die, die; but the person she was now, the person that actually meant a whole lot to Kurt, she would die.

His friend was going to leave him. Alone. Just because she had a fucking fetus inside of her.
So Kurt was done. He saw nothing but hopelessness and didn’t care that other people might think that he overreacted. Because with his life, with his past, he wasn’t overreacting.

The young male had already experienced losing absolutely everything in his life, and he wasn’t sure if he could do it again.

“Kurt, can we go home? I really don’t feel like staying.” he heard a female voice say. Why did she know his name? Why was she talking to him? He didn’t want anything to do with her.

“Kurt.” said the voice, a bit sternly, and he could finally remember who the voice belonged to. But why was she there? Shouldn’t she be at home sowing baby clothes?

“Kurt for fuck sakes, I know you hear me and I know you’re mad or whatever, but if you won’t come now, you’ll have to walk home.”

Kurt groaned. Why did she have to be so mean to him? All he wanted to do was just… have a bit of fun for once. But of course that wouldn’t be possible. Of course Quinn had to ruin it.

He didn’t want to go home. Not when he could just be here, surrounded by hot guys buying him drinks and music so loud it took away almost all the shitty thoughts in his head.

But he didn’t want to walk home. Wouldn’t walk home. Fuck no.

So he tangled himself out from the mob of drunk, dancing people and shuffled after Quinn, not really able to see straight.

“I’m driving.” he heard Quinn’s voice and he shook his head.

“Nope. I am.” he told her, shaking his head, making it spin violently.

Kurt thought he could hear a little laugh from the girl, but wasn’t sure.

“I’m driving, Kurt, you’re too drunk to drive tonight.”

“’M not that drunk.” the boy protested, words slurred.

“Right. Then walk in a straight line.”

“Quinn, I’m gay, I don’t do anything straight.” Kurt grinned at her and he found himself laughing just as he saw his roommate shake her head before hopping up on the driver’s seat.

“H–hey, Quinny, you shouldn’t drive… You're pregnant.”

“I can still drive even if I’m pregnant, dumbass.”

“Well excusez moi then.” he muttered and closed the car door.

“Hey, Quinn, hey, you know what you can name the baby if it’s a boy?”

She didn’t answer him. She didn’t even look at him.

“Kurt junior!” the boy beamed.

“I thought you didn’t want me to have a child.”

“Aand I don’. But ya’ know, you won’ listen to me. No’one listens to me.” Kurt grinned.

“So have the baby! Praise the lord! ‘nd it it’s a boy you c’n name it Kurt junior.”

“Stop talking, Kurt, you're embarrassing yourself.” Quinn muttered, trying to stay focused on the road.

She hadn’t expected Kurt to do as he was told, however. He’d expected him to argue against her, tell her that she wasn’t his mother and stuff like that. But he went silent the second he told him to, and just seconds later he was asleep.

Quinn shook her head.

That boy was a wreck. Had been even more of one than usual the last couple of days, ever since he found out that she were with child.

He’d been really weird ever since. Like, distant and sort of cold. It didn’t feel too grate, if she was to be honest, it felt like she’d traveled back to when the two of them had first met.

   “Name’s Quinn.”

  “And you're telling me because?”

  “We’re sharing a room. I thought we might as well get to know each other.”

  “In your dreams.”

Since then a lot of things had changed. It had come slowly, but had still happened.

Quinn knew full well that her friend wouldn’t approve of her situation, her decisions. But she couldn’t cave just because what it did to him, she had to do this. She couldn’t give up her child. Even if it wasn’t really a child yet, it’d still be in a couple of months, and she’d be there for it and support it.

All her life, Quinn had secretly wondered what was wrong with her, why her parents didn’t want her. She’d been given up for adoption when she was just a baby and she had never met her parents. She’d grown up without the love that every child needs, the love of a family. Quinn had never had that.

When she of some reason fled from the adoption center at about ten years of age, she’d found a group of girl, every one of them at least two years older than her, with lives as fucked up as hers. She’d stayed with the five teenagers and for about two years they lived in an abandoned house, a little like Kurt and her now.

Things had started to get out of hand after those first two years. They started stealing more and more, just for the fun of it, just because they could. At first they’d only taken things that they desperately needed, but it increased as they obviously got better.

Then one night they got caught, badly so, and everything went downhill from there in the young girl’s life.

She got sent to Juvie, she didn’t really know what it was, but it was sort of a prison for miners, she guessed. Once she got out of there after a couple of months, she was enrolled at the Jane Adams Academy, a school for young juvenile girls. She lived there together with the five girls that had become the closest to a family Quinn had ever experienced up to that point in her life. Quinn had been the youngest girl at that school, only just turned twelve.

 When she had told Kurt a little about everything that had happened before they met, he’d said that it sounded like ‘She’d lived her life in the world of Oliver Twist.’ And maybe that was a good explanation.

Practically growing up on the street like she had. Life already filled with thievery at ten and drugs at thirteen.

It hadn’t been too easy.

But when she’d met Kurt, and god this sounded so cheesy she could barely stand to think it, but her life had gotten a little brighter again after she got separated with the girls.

Kurt had become her new family, so she really hoped that this wouldn’t ruin everything they had.

When Kurt woke up the next morning he didn’t remember too much about the night before. Just that he’d danced a lot. And that Quinn had been there, and that she’d dragged him home. But other than that, Kurt wasn’t really able to recall anything else.

 When he carefully sat up, his head throbbed worse than ever and Kurt groaned.

Fucking hangovers. He hated them. Why was it that everything that was actually enjoyable came with a price?

“Morning sleepyhead.”

Kurt turned around.

“Quinn. You're already up.”

“It’s 2pm, dummy.”

“Oh… Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I tried. But you wouldn’t have it.” Quinn winked before turning around, washing a bucket placed in the sink.

“Was that my fault?” asked Kurt and almost felt embarrassed; he hated vomiting in front of people.

“…No. It was me.”

“Right.” he muttered before lying back down.

Kurt had heard about the morning sickness that came with the whole pregnancy thing, but he’d had no idea that it’d start this early on.

Shit, this was really going to be heard, wasn’t it?

 “Quinn…?” Kurt asked silently once he’d finally managed to drag himself out of bed, and he was now sitting on the floor pealing an orange.  

His blue eyes searched hers and when their gazes met, his cyan orbs were filled with a concern that almost shocked her.

“Hm?”

“Are you sure you’ll be able to do this?”
Quinn turned around and stared at her roommate.

Was he concerned?

“I–I’m not sure, but there’s only one way to find out.”

“Yeah but… I don’t know, what if you regret it? Then you're stuck with a kid all your life.” Kurt mumbled, knowing what Quinn felt about giving up children for adoption.

“ Like, you're eighteen. You haven’t even graduated yet…”

“Are you saying you care?” Quinn scoffed, expecting Kurt to mutter something in his defense before getting as far away from her as possible. But that wasn’t really what happened.

“Yes, actually, I do care.” he mumbled, refusing to look up. “And I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

The girl’s heart melted at his words, and also at how adorably… shy he seemed all of a sudden.

“Hey, I can do this.” she assured. “Or I think I can at least, there’s no way to be completely curtain I guess, but I’m gonna try.”

“’Kay.” And so was the shy Kurt gone as sudden as it had appeared and he walked away from her, seemingly not too happy at what had just happened.

“Hey is there someone in– what the–? Are you –?…Shit! Help! Someone! Someone call an ambulance!”

Kurt shook his head. Was that another memory? Or was it just another one of his dreams? He couldn’t be completely sure, actually.

“I –I gotta go, I’ll be back soon.” he mumbled and turned around. He walked as slow and calm as he possibly could, but as soon he knew that the girls couldn’t see him, he started running.

He ran down the school corridors as fast as he could, pushing the students that didn’t move when they saw him out of the way. He needed to get away, needed to sort his fucked up head out.

 “Shit. Shitshitshit.” he grunted as he sunk down on the floor in the boy’s locker room.

This was fucked. Everything was fucked.

The room was dark and there was no one present but himself, but somehow Kurt still felt like he was watched, like he was in some sort of spotlight.

I miss you. Why aren’t you here anymore? I miss you.

He pulled at his hair furiously as he couldn’t stop the thought from repeating itself over and over in his head, hitting him like a fist to the gut every time. He curled up against the wall, hugging his knees, trying to make himself as tiny and unnoticeable as possible.

Then the sound of an opening door reached his ears and a second later a strong light hit his face. And by the angle of the light source, Kurt could tell that whoever it was who just entered the locker room came from the exercising room that was always open. He screwed his eyes shut and hid himself as well as he could behind his thin arms. But of course that didn’t hinder the person from seeing who he was.

“Well, well… grumpy are we?”

Oh fucking hell…

Kurt stood up in the split of a second, positioning himself as if he was ready to fight.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, hobbit?” Kurt spat and the other male just smiled.

“You're in the boy’s locker room, sweetie, I’m allowed here too, ya’ know.”

“What’s wrong with you?” he hissed, fists still knot into fists.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, what the fuck is wrong with you?” the already angry teenager repeated.

“Oh, there isn’t anything wrong with me.” answered the hobbit sweetly. “And I’m going to change now so kindly get the fuck out of here.”

“Why? I won’t look so don’t worry.” Kurt teased.

“Shut up and fuck off.” Blaine smil–Frodo. Frodo smiled. Fucking hell.

“Whatever. Not really up for watching someone like you change anyways.”

Shutting the door behind him, maybe with a little more force than necessary, he could hear a little laugher from the short boy.

What was with that guy?

Once again he started to walk down the corridor, this time being the only one there.

“Hey faggot!” called a voice then and Kurt sighed. Or maybe he wasn’t the only one.

Give me a fucking break.

“Just give it up, Karofsky.” he muttered and kept walking, much to the jocks frustration.

One second the pale teen was walking down the boring high school corridor; and the other he was pushed into the ever ongoing rows of red lockers by a pair of big hands. Not being prepared for this at all, Kurt slammed head first into the cold metal.

“Are you really this desperate to end your life?” he asked the big male, his usually cyan blue eyes now almost black with anger.

First the hobbit and now this. What did his life want with him today?

“I’m just here to make you pay for what you did.”

“You’re –what?”

“You made me pass out, remember? Made me look like a fool in front of my teammates. ” the football player grumbled in his deep voice.

“Oh, that wasn’t my fault. And if you don’t want that to happen again, you better piss off right now.” he threatened.

“I’m not scared of you, you dirty little faggot!”

“Right.” Kurt took a step towards the jock with a competitive smirk on his face, making the other boy step a few steps back.

“Not scared, huh?” the tall boy laughed evilly. “Fuck off, Karofsky.”

“You’re going to pay for what you did –!“ his words died as a bony knee connected to his stomach, only to be accompanied with a fist to his face and then a steel-toed boot to his ribs as he sunk to the floor, whining quietly, hugging his burly body.

Kurt just looked down on the pitiful jock.

“When are you ever going to learn, David?”  Kurt shook his head with a bored sigh.

Then he turned around and walked away from the whining male, finally left alone. But alone wasn’t as good of an idea as he’d thought. Alone meant silence. And silence mean chaos.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you so much I can’t fucking stand it.

Please come back to me…

Blaine…