The shrill ringing of the telephone woke Will up. It took a moment for his head to clear enough for him to realize what it was and grab the phone.

"William." A familiar voice said.

Will rubbed his eyes and turned to look at the green glowing letters of his clock.

"Principle Figgins?"

"Yes William."

"Why are you calling me at nine twenty on a Sunday morning?"

"I need you to meet me at the school."

"Why?"

Will sat up feeling the sleepy haze drop. He had never had a call at the weekend from Figgins. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach that something was wrong, maybe a fire or flood or something along those lines. He heard a sigh on the other end and a little hesitation.

"I have had a call from the police. They believe that there has been a personal assault on school grounds."

Will shook his head. He couldn't quiet take in what was being said.

"An assault?

"Yes William. I need you to come here."

Will was already climbing out of bed and pulling on yesterday's jeans.

"Okay. Give me half an hour."

The police cars were in the car park as Will drove up. He parked and rushed towards the main entrance of the school. Figgins and three police officers were stood waiting.

"Ah, William. William Shuester this is Sergeant Rennels and two officers from the forensic unit."

Will nodded to them. He had only just managed to bolt down half a cup of coffee and everything still seemed slightly confusing. He turned to the officers and held his hand out for Sergeant Rennels to shake.

"How can I help?"

"We already have evidence from the boy but it's good in cases like these to have as much to back it up as possible."

Will wanted to ask more about who was attacked and how they were attacked but he did not now how much information he was allowed on the situation.

"So you know the attack happened at the school? " Will asked instead.

"No. The boy is non communicative. His parents and boyfriend mapped out everywhere they think he's been during the last two days and there was a period where he was alone for a couple of hours where they believe he came back to the school."

Will mouth dropped open. He shook his head, it didn't make sense. The only boy at the school with a boyfriend was Kurt. But he had seen Kurt yesterday.

"Wait. You're talking about Kurt Hummel."

"Yes. I am sure the family would appreciate it if you kept this information to yourself though."

"Uh.. yes.. yes of course. Burt Hummel is a good friend of mine. Kurt is.. I saw him Friday night."

"Yes." The man flipped his notepad open. "At a singing competition, with Blaine Anderson, Finn Hudson and others."

"Yeah. I.."

", the chances of us actually finding any evidence in a school this size before the samples becomes corrupted is low. That is if the attack did take place here. We thought as you know the boy you might know where he would go here. I mean it's the weekend and apparently he came to pick up something he had forgotten."

"Right." Will ran his hands through his hair. "Is uh.. is Kurt alright?"

"We can't discuss that. "

"Will, you can ring Burt Hummel later. For now perhaps you should concentrate on helping these fine officers of the law."

Will shook his head. He had known Kurt had been bullied badly last year but he had thought all that was over now. For them to attack him on the weekend somebody would have had to have followed him here. Whatever had happened it had to be bad for the police to be looking for evidence other than whatever marks Kurt had on him. That thought made him sick.

"Well, he's in the choir room a lot, and the auditorium was left open because Rachel Berry likes to practise there. I guess he could have also gone to his locker or perhaps even the locker room I know that Blaine and Finn his brother keep lockers there."

Will had felt exhausted as he had walked around the school showing the police the rooms and areas he thought Kurt might visit. He watched anxiously as they turned off each light and scanned the area with a blue lamp. Will was scared for his student. He was closer to Kurt than his others, through Glee and through the extra support he had need when Burt had had his heart attack and the hours Will had spent at their house helping with Burt's campaign. Will had come to admire Kurt. He had faced a lot in his young life but he always took it and never retaliated with violence or meanness. He was a moral young man and knowing that he had been hurt once again and obviously in a bad way made Will's eyes tear up.

When Will first unlocked the door to the locker room he didn't see anything. It wasn't until he turned the corner to find the locker number that belonged to Finn. The door to the locker was bent in as if somebody had hit it. Then it was as if the whole picture cleared in his head. A black jacket that could only belong to Kurt (it had his patented alterations, little chains hanging from the pockets and a handmade broach) was under one of the benches. Will almost reached for it before he remembered that he was not meant to touch it. When he saw the smudge of dark blood on the floor his chest became tight and a tear fell from his eye.

"This is it. Thank you Mr. Shuester. It would be better if you leave now."

"Yeah." Will said absently. He really just wanted to get out of there.

"Oh, Mr. Shuester!" One officer called him just as he was about to leave.

He closed his eyes thinking how much he just wanted them to let him go so that he could forget what he had seen.

"Can you open this locker?"

Will turned and took the master key Figgins had given him out of the pocket and eyes kept firmly on the wall across from him. He unlocked the locker and looked in he noticed the footsteps close behind him.

"This is his step brothers locker?"

"Yes." Will answered.

"Is there anything in it that might belong to Kurt?"

Will looked over the mess of football equipment and wet towels. He was about to say no when something on the top shelf caught his eye.

"Yeah, that might be." He said pointing to the little black ring box.

The police officer stepped in front of him and took out the little black box. Will watched him pen it to reveal two plain silver rings. He turned it back and froth in his hand.

"Say's Always yours Kurt."

Will nodded.

"It's a promise ring." He said slowly. "For his boyfriend Blaine. He's going to college in September."

As Will said the words he couldn't help but think that there was a chance that Kurt might not be going to college come September. He was really going to have to find out what was going on.

"Can I leave now?"

"Yes. Thank you for your help."

Will headed for Figgin's office handing the keys back to him silently and was outside where he finally felt he could breathe. He leant his head against the rough cool stone of the building for a long moment. His hands were shaking. He wanted to just throw up.

He slowly managed to steady himself and reached for his phone finding the familiar number and ringing it.

"Burt."

"Hey Will." Burt sounded tired.

"I.. How's Kurt?"

"What?"

"I've been with the police at the school."

"Oh, right. Did..." Burt's voice broke slightly. "Did you find anything?"

Will sighed.

"Yeah, the police are.. I don't know collecting evidence."

"Was.. was it bad?"

Will didn't know what to say but his silence seemed to answer Burt. The next voice he heard was Carole.

"Hi Will."

"Hi Carole. How are you?"

"I'm holding up thank you Will."

"How is Kurt?"

There was a sigh on the other end.

"I don't think he'll be returning to school for a while."

"But he'll recover? I mean, what exactly were his injuries?"

There was a long moment of silence on the other end.

"I'm not sure what's happening at the moment Will. He's not ready to talk to anybody."

Will nodded though he knew she could not see him.

"What do you want me to tell the kids, they're going to want to send him some cards or something, visit when he gets better."

"No. Will, can you keep this from them. Kurt really needs to be left alone."

"They're going to ask."

"Well tell them it's none of their business!"

There was a long moment of silence.

"Sorry Will. It's just."

"Don't apologize. I'll just say that he's ill."

"Thank you. Could you.. could you try to keep them from questioning Finn and Blaine. This is hard for them too."

Will was surprised by the request. The glee club told each other everything, after all they had been together through a lot of problems over the last two years. The request brought home to him the fact that something was very very wrong. It confirmed his feeling that this was far more than childish bullying. This was serious. He needed to know.

"Carole.. what?"

"I can't Will... I just can't."

"Okay. If you need anything, Emma and I are here for you."

"Thank you Will."