Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 24

Quinn marched hazily along the side of the main road, the dust around her feet swirling upwards and dispiriting into the air. She had walked for miles and miles in the direction she assumed Lima was in. The pain swam around her head as she mentally drove herself forward. She was so exhausted, but she had no choice but to keep moving. Cars whizzed by her, ignoring her outstretched thumb as she attempted to gain a lift. If she could get back to Lima, she could call the police. Maybe Kurt and Blaine would stand a chance. No one noticed her desperation, except for one man who did…

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William Anderson trundled along the road, returning from his business trip in Dubai. His wife, Caitlin, would be home in a couple of days. He sighed, as his thoughts drifted to Blaine. He wondered whether his son would be at home, or with his - boyfriend. William wasn't homophobic, not in the slightest. He just wasn't comfortable with his own son being gay. He loved and accepted him, but he didn't know how to relate to him anymore. They were just too different now.

William had met Kurt and they got on well, but their relations were nothing more than superficial chit-chat. His wife was so much better at the whole relationships, children aspect of life.

Out the windscreen, he could see a blonde girl walking along the road, looking slightly dazed. He frowned slightly, concerned. Her dress was torn, and she looked roughened up. A bruise was forming on her cheek and forehead. He couldn't understand why she was walking along this road - it was very busy and dangerous. He pulled over next to her, and rolled down the window.

"Are you all right, miss?" He asked. He didn't want to come across as some creepy weirdo, but he felt obliged to ask. Upon closer inspection, he realised that she couldn't be much older than Blaine. She looked distressed, as her vague, red eyes darted around her face. He tried again.

"Can I take you somewhere? Or do you want to call someone?" Groggily, she replied.

"Can you take me to Lima please? I need to get home -" She suddenly broke off, tears falling down her face. William resisted the urge to comfort her, and instead asked calmly.

"Do you want me to call your parents? Or take you to the hospital?" She shook her head vigorously.

"I need to call the police. They - they took my friends! They're going to kill them!" She cried hysterically. William tried to calm her.

"Sshhh, it's ok, you can borrow my phone. Here you go." He willingly handed the phone over to her, trusting her not to run off with it. She gladly accepted it, but didn't dial straight away.

"Thank you" she said quietly. She passed the phone between her hands, suddenly afraid.

"What's your name?" He asked as he patiently waited for her to use the phone.

"Quinn Fabray." William twitched in recognition of the name. It sounded familiar.

"That's pretty. I'm William Anderson." Quinn froze at the name, turning to face him directly.

"Anderson?" It hit her at full force. William had Blaine's chiselled features, his deep amber eyes. The comparison was uncanny. She pulled her hand to her face in shock. William became even more concerned about the girl's mental condition.

"Quinn, are you all right?" She shook her head, sobs breaking through her lungs.

"Do you have a son?"

"Yes, why?"

"Does he go to Dalton?"

"Yes."

"Is his name Blaine?" William looked at her in confusion.

"Yes. Do you know him?" Quinn's stomach plummeted. This was Blaine's father, and she was going to have to explain to him what had happened. She stifled her sobs, trying to figure out a way to explain to her friend's father that his son was missing, and was in grave danger.

"Blaine's been taken." She managed to get out, before clenching her eyes in pain. William's eyes widened in confusion and shock.

"What-what do you mean 'taken'?"

"He was kidnapped by these thugs and - and they got Kurt too. We've got to call the police, and the ambulances, and the fire engines, anyone who will find them. They're going to kill them Mr Anderson. We don't have much time!"

William sat paralysed in his seat. His son, his child, had been snatched from him. He couldn't even begin to comprehend the enormity of the situation.

"Who were they?" He asked as calmly as he could.

"Blaine's old bullies, Dean, Nathan and some others. I don't know the rest." William's heart stopped in fear. It was two years ago all over again.

"What did they do to you?" He asked quietly, the situation still settling around him.

"Not much. I thought they were going to kill me, but they only knocked me out. But Kurt and Blaine - they've threatened them with much worse than me." William's face paled, as he realised that these thugs were going to ruin his son's life again.

"Quinn, get in please. I'll take you back to Lima, but you need to ring the police as we drive. Tell them everything, don't hold back on details. They need to know every single fact, got it?" Quinn nodded as she slid into the seat. William pulled out onto the road, as he raced to Lima. The Hummels needed to be warned about their son, before it was too late.