A/N: Ahhh! Ok, so this is going to be my like 7th story that I have started, and none of the others are finished! Buuut oh wells!XD I read this book called Portal by Imogen Rose like two years ago, and today I had this burst of inspiration from this book. Some things will be simular to the book, but I will be changing it up a lot. It's going to confusing, but I hope you like it! And this will become a Kames story!:)
P.s. I made it to where Kendall lived in Colorado. I needed him to live somewhere else so he could end up in Minnesota.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING AT ALL PEOPLE!
Eleven Years Ago:
Jennifer Knight rocked slowly back and forth in the rocking chair, a brunette one year old in one arm and a blonde six year old in the other. Looking down at her son, a flood of anger, guilt, and sadness washed over her.
He looked exactly like his father. Too much like him. She hated her son for looking like his father. She knew that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she just wanted her husband back. She wanted him here, not buried six feet under the hard, cold ground. It's only been a few hours since the funeral, and she already felt like giving up. Tears flooded her vision and she tried to hold back her sobs in fear of waking the children, who had cried for hours to see their daddy, before falling asleep due to exhaustion.
Right at the moment that Jennifer felt like she was going to lose it and didn't care whether she awoke her children or not, her mother came bustling into the living room, taking both of the kids from her daughter's arms.
"Go get some sleep Jen. I'll watch the kids." The little girl squirmed in her grandmother's arms, but pulled her thumb up to her mouth, and fell back into a peaceful sleep.
Jennifer wished that she could sleep as soundly as her son and daughter, but she couldn't close her eyes without invisioning her husband's lifeless body being lowered into the ground. She shook her head definitely and tried to take the sleeping boy and girl from her mother's arms.
"It's ok mom. I just want to hold them; I just want to know that they are here."
"Jen, please. Go sleep for a little bit, and when you wake up, you can hold them all you want." Her mother was at wits-end trying to keep her daughter together.
"Ok." She said defeated before leaning down and giving each child a kiss on the forehead, "I love you Kendall and Katie. Goodnight mom."
"Goodnight darling."
Walking down the hallway to her bedroom, it felt as if her feet had been replaced with ten-ton bricks. Finally making it to the end of the hall, she trudged her way to the bedroom door, but froze right after opening it. His scent filled her nostrils and her knees wobbled as she made her way to the bed. His clothes were still laying on the end of it, ready to be worn to work. Curling herself up in the dress shirt, she let the tears fall. How could he be gone? How could he have left her here with two small children?
A loud crack of thunder filled her ears, but she didn't even flinch as she got up and walked over to the window. Raindrops fell on the other side as her breathe fogged up the glass. Without thinking, she pulled open the window and climbed out into the pouring rain. The drops hit her skin hard, but she couldn't feel them; she couldn't feel anything. She was numb.
The next thing she knew she was running down the sidewalk, no destination in mind, just running. Running away from the memories, the pain, the children that had no father. She couldn't do it. She couldn't go into the rest of parenthood without him. There was no way that she could take care of them on her own. He was the one that worked while Jen stayed at home with the kids like he wanted her too. Sure she wished that she could have put her doctorate in physics to good use, but she was happy with the life she lead, as long as she had him. But now, he's gone.
Her body ran into something, but instead of ricocheting off of it and falling to the ground, a pair of warm arms wrapped around her and held her stead. The smell of cologne fill her nose and tears pricked her eyes as she shook her head. It couldn't be...
"Hey Jennie-Bear." Looking up, Jennifer was met with a pair of dazzling green eyes and a smile that she never thought she would ever seen again.
"K-Kurt?"
"Yes baby, it's me." His smile grew more pronounced as he lightly kissed her forehead.
"B-But h-how?"
"There's no time for questions now, but there will be." He pushed her red hair way from her face, and gave a content sigh.
"W-what are you talking about? Why-" her sentence was cut short as Kurt let go of her.
"I have to go now, but..." he leaned in close to her, his lips touching her ear, "Come find me six years ago."
I flew across the ice, the puck being guided by my hockey stick towards the other teams goal. Swerving in-between players with bulky muscles, I was genuinly greatful that I was smaller than that of the average hockey player, seeing as my size gave me the upper-hand advantage. Giving the puck a hard slap with my stick, it went flying into the other teams goal, the goalie not even having time to regesture that the puck was coming towards him.
The entire stadium stood up and roared. I skated around in a circle, while hollering as loud as I could before my teammates tackled me, pulling me up ontop of their shoulders. The buzzer started going off loudly, and everyone dropped me, covering their ears.
Jolting myself awake, I realized that it was all a dream. Groaning, I pressed the off button on my alarm clock.
It was Thursday, which ment time to go to school; aka The Hell Whole. Sure I was considered a hero by all of my peers by taking the hockey team to the championships for the first time in thirty-two years, and I was treated like a king, all of the girls and guys following me around, but I still hated getting up so early. Deciding to lay in bed until my mom finally desided to come in and tell me that if I didn't get up then she would leave me, I let my mind drift off.
I thought about the day that was to come. I would eat breakfast, get dressed, go to school where I would meet up with Lucas and Eric, flirt with a couple of people, go to class, and then eat lunch and go to a few more classes. All day I would wait for hockey practice to come. It was my home away from home, actually, I would prefer it to be my home. I want to leave Colorado and never come back.
Sure my mom tries and all, but I hate living here. After dad died, she just shut down. I take care of myself and my little sister while my mother goes out and works shift after shift at some rundown dinner. She goes to work and then comes back home, yelling at either me or Katie for no apparent reason, hits me a couple of times, and then goes to bed. I could knock her out after hitting me, but who could actually hit their mother? Even if she isn't the best one out there, I still love her.
"Kendall, Sweety. It's time to wake up." I was a little surprised that my mom's voice sounded so sweet.
I opened my eyes as my mom flicked on the light, and my breathe got caught in my throat. My mom's beautiful, dark red hair was now lightened by millions of tiny blonde highlights. The thing that shocked me was, my mom hated highlights in her hair; she said that she could never think about putting hair dye her amazing, natural color.
"Mom, what happened to your hair?"
"Umm... Nothing?"
"Yes-uh!" She sat down on the side of my bed, giving me a confused look.
"I tried some new shampoo?"
"Mom you-"
"Stop trying to get out of going to school by trying to confuse me like last week Kendall. Besides, it's Sunday. Now come down to the kitchen; I made cinnamon toast." She gave me a light smile before shutting my door.
Mom making breakfast? Getting highlights put in her hair? It's Sunday? I must still be asleep.
I pinched my arm, but nothing happend. Shrugging it off as one of those dreams where you think you are awake, but you are really still fast asleep, I looked around my dream room.
Everything looked simular to the stuff in my real room, but there were somethings that weren't right at all. My Minnesota Wild's bedspread was gone, replaced by a dull blue and grey one. The small TV that I had was now a large flatscreen that was mounted on the wall; I gave a slow whistle, wishing that I could stay here forever, just for that TV.
As my eyes kept scanning the room, I found myself looking at three doors; my real room only has two. Walking up to the first one, I turned the knob waiting for some scary moster to jump out, scaring me awake, but was met with a large walk-in closet. Colorful clothes were lined along the sides, hung up nice and neat, as shoes sat on a large rack on the back wall. I was never the person that really cared about what I wore, but a guy could get used to this. Closing the door, I moved on to the next door. Opening it, I found a bathroom. My own personal bathroom. This dream was the best dream ever!
Before I turned to leave, my eye caught my reflection in the mirror, and my eyes almost popped out of my head. Instead of a mop of dirty-blonde hair sitting on top of my head, my hair was a deep, deep brown color. The cut was almost exactly the same, just a little longer, but underneath my bangs were perfectly sculpted eyebrows. I have never not had big, bushy eyebrows! What is going on here!
"MOM!" I ran out of my room and started sprinting down the stairs, but as my foot hit the final step, I realized that our house doesn't have stairs. Where the hell am I?
"Kendall! What is it hunny?" my mom came running up to me, her hands holding onto my shoulders as she checked my body for any injury.
"There is a large closet in my room, my hair is brown, LOOK AT MY EYEBROWS, and we don't have stairs in our house! Where are we!" I shouted, my words slurring together.
"Kendall... We're at home. Are you ok? You look a little clammy." She pressed her hand to my forehead, checking my temperature, and I wondered why she was being so motherly and attentive.
"I'm fine, but this isn't home! And why do I look like this?"
"Your hair has been like that for at least three years now. Are you trying to tell me that you want to go back to your natural color? Because that's ok, I can make a hair app-"
"Mom, you're not listening to me!"
"Kendall Knight, don't yell at your mother." A deep voice filled the room, and turning around, my jaw dropped to the floor.
It was my dad. He looked exactly like he did in all of the pictures that my mom had sitting around the house. But he can't be here. He's dead. He's been dead for the past eleven years. Even though logic told me that this wasn't true, it didn't stop me from running over to my dad, enveloping in a hug as tears streamed down my face.
"Whoa, what's all this about? Why are you crying Ken?" he asked as he returned the hug tightly.
"I-I've just missed you. I've missed you so m-much dad." Looking up at him, a soft smile graced his face.
"I was only gone on a two day business trip, but I missed you too."
Two day business trip? He's been dead for eleven year. What is going on? You know what, I don't even care. My dad is here and a live; I don't care if it's a dream.
"Come on son, let's go eat." He said slinging an arm around my shoulder.
I sniffled a couple of times and let him lead me to the kitchen. It was much larger than the one in the real house. Completely white with all stainless-steal appliences, it looked like it had come off of a page in Good Housekeeping. Taking a seat beside my dad, mom called out for Katie to come and eat, and I waited to see what she looked like in this world. Bounding around the corner, she actually looked the same. She, like mom, also had blonde highlights in her hair, but besides that she looked like my little sister.
We talked over breakfast, and my dad gave me some quizzical looks, most likely because I was staring at him the whole time. I have always wondered what it would have been like for him to have been there while I grew up. If I would have turned out differently, and according to this dream, I would have.
After breakfast, Katie and I were told to go upstairs and work on homework. I never do homework and I would rather spend time with my dad before I woke up, but I did as my he told me. But as I walked up the stairs, I decided that instead of doing homework, I would explore this new world.
A/N: Whatcha think? Do you think I should continue it? I would appriciate reviews telling me what you think, because if it isn't good, I don't want to waste my time with it when I have so many other stories to finish. So I would really super like it if you would review and tell me how you feel about it!:)
