Title; Skipping Town

Author; -ledancingninja [formally xxMissMalfoy] (jenna)

Genre; romamce/friendship

Fandom; Glee

Rating; T

Pairing(s) - characters; Klaine,and mentions other pairings. Also, Blaine's siblings (my OC's)

Summary; After living in the prejudiced kingdom of Lima, Kurt flee's away to the forest and find friends who accept him finally. Rated T for cursing..

Disclaimer; i do not, nor will i ever, own glee.

A/N; My inspiration for this fic:: I was drawing a pixie (with the help of a sketch I did of Tinkerbell) and she looked alot like Rachel. And then, that just blossomed into this story. I hope you enjoys.

A/N; This was going to be a one-shot but seeing as I have to but so much freaking detail into every single setting, it'll have chapters. ;/

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Kurt had never been a selfish person. He'd given to countless charities for the orphans of Lima, put other peoples needs far before his own, and always made sure his friends were okay, rather than letting them help him. That was Kurt's one flaw. The poor boy never knew when to ask for help. So when he was attacked in the night by a gang of knights when walking home from Lady Mercedes' home, he kept quiet about it. He didn't tell anyone the real reason his eye was bruised and swollen, or why he limped slightly as he walked. He said he fell. He almost felt sad that everyone believed him.

The ruler of the kingdom of Lima was a man named David Karofsky. His father was murdered by revolutionaries during a civil war in the kingdom, and Prince David soon became King David. Sadly, most of the kingdom held the current kings beliefs to heart, and agreed that homosexuals were 'wrong and discgusting'. The ruler hadn't done anything rash, but he still looked the other way while Kurt, the only openly gay man in Lima, was tortured day in and day out.

Kurt's father barely looked at him anymore. He'd married over the summer actually, replacing Kurt's beautiful, elegant mother with a widowed woman who couldn't clean and could barely boil water, what a housewife. Her bafoon of a son was a symbol of foul breeding. He'd gotten a Ms. Fabray pregnant during the school year and no she strolled him around on her leash. The housework and cooking was left to Kurt, though he found it tideous. They were barely ever home, since Burt Hummel now had a 'normal' son, he took full advantage of it.

Kurt felt alone. He felt no one wanted him simply because he was different. The way they stared at him, called him foul names and insulting him as he walked through the town, the school, the market. Everywhere. He couldn't hide.

The way he found solace was with Magic. Magic wasn't permitted to be used in Lima. King David outlawed it, since it was used to kill his father. David used the church to make Magic seen dirty, sinfull, but Kurt saw it for what it really was. It was a blessing, come from nature and the earth to help make people feel better. Kurt smuggled books upon books about Magic hidden away in his room. He read and read and read about how, outside of the barriers of Lima, magical creatures from faries and pixies to centures and fawns roamed the forests. How some humans were born with the power to control the elements and nature. It was fasinating to him.

So, Kurt limped into the market to buy something for dinner. His eye had healed nicely, but the bruises stretched across his back still pained him. He felt eyes on him, as he always did, but he kept his eyes down as he approached the fruit stand. He glanced up and smiled at the blond boy behind the fruit.

"Good morning, Kurt." Samuel greeted him with a warm smile. He was one of the people in Lima who didn't see Kurt as a freak show.

"Hello, Samuel. Three pears and and four apples, please." Kurt answered. Samuel nodded and handed him the fruit and watched as Kurt filled the basket in his arms. He handed Sam the money and nodded and he turned to return home.

Suddenly, Kurt was on the ground, soaked to the bone in icey cold water. His purchase was scattered across the ground as the attackers ran away, laughing loudly. The people in the market were either laughing or watching silently. No one moved to help him. Kurt stood from the ground, not letting them see how broken he was on the inside and, leacing the fruit there, he marched down the street back to his home.

He didn't deserve this! He wasn't some kind of freak! He was a human being! They had no right! Kurt sat in his room all day, packing a small bag and looking over his things to make sure he wasn't forgetting something important. Around 9 o'clock, there was a sharp rapping on his bedroom door. Kurt yanked open the door and saw his father standing there.

"Kurt, what happened in the market today?"

Kurt groaned inwardly. Of course he'd heard about that. "They pushed me, dumped water one me. Then I went home."

Burt scowled at his son, crossing his arms across his chest. "Why must you always cause a scene, Kurt? It's always something with you."

Pain shot up Kurt's chest and shot through his heart as his throat swelled up as he help back tears. Yes, they'd be so much better off without him. Kurt nodded. "Yes, Father. Sorry, Father. It won't happen again." With that he shut the door and leaned against it. He finally dissolved into sobs right there by the door, and he made his decision.

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In the dead of night, just past midnight, Kurt snuck out of his bedroom window and escaped through the city to the large gates that blocked out the rest of the world. The knights gaurding it were alseep, so Kurt easily slipped past them and ran into the forest. He didn't know where he was going or if he was to survive, but anything was better than having your heart ripped out everyday.

He wandered around for hours, the sun started to peak over the horizon and he wasn't even tired. He was still searching when he heard a noise behind him. He spun around quickly but saw nothing. He heard what sounded like...a giggle...no...it can't be. He shook it off anf kept walking. Again, he heard it and knew wasn't going insane from lack of sleep.

"Hello?" He called, spinning around. "Who's there?"

"I'm a right here." a small voice answered behind him. He turned and nearly died of heart attack as he stared at the form in front of him. It was about the size of his hand and it was...flying. Right in front of his face was a small girl. She wore a red, strapless dress that reached her her knee's and black flats. Her dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back. And her eyes...they were a bright blue but they seemed to be moving like water. She stared at him curiously as she flew around him. Her translucent wings flapped like a dragonflys. They glowed with a steady bright light, and shook off a kind of sparkle that floated down to the ground, making the flowers bloom and grass glow a bit greener.

"You're human." She said, not a question, but a fact. Her voice was clear and louder than expected from such a small creature. She smiled kindly at him.

"You're a...pixie?" He guessed. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. She flew around him again, surveying him.

"Nope. I'm a fairy. Very different species actually. Fairy's control nature. Pixies control the elements. I've only met a few humans before. Are you able to do magic? The only human I'm told to be able to do that is the Prince in the next kingdom. Do they have Magic where you come from?" This Fairy sure talked alot. But her voice was so musical that he didn't care.

"Right. Fairy. Um I don't think I can do Magic...they don't really believe in Magic where I come from." Kurt answered.

"That's a shame. I'm Rachel. I live in the kingdom of Westerville. My sisters and I live together. Where do you come from?"

Kurt smiled fondly at the little creature as she zoomed around him, obviously as intrigued by him as he was by her. "My name is Kurt. I live in the kingdome of Lima."

Rachel stopped flying sudenly and stared at him with a cold stare placed on her face. "That place is evil. It's filled with so much hate and pain that the creatures don't even dare venture close anymore. You don't seem like you could by from there."

"Well, that's why I left. It is pretty horrible there." Kurt answered. He didn't want to say anymore.

Rachel smiled again and fluttered her wings happily. "Come! I'll show you to Westerville. It's so lovely there. All different kinds of Magic resides there. The people are kind and just...lovely." She looked at him hopefully.

"I think that'd be great. Thank you, Rachel."

She smiled that big, sun-bright smile and wizzed around him again, leading him through the forest. As she passed, everything seemed to get brighter, more alive. The plants lifted out of their doze just to catch a glimpse of her. The sun seemed to break through the leafy tree tops more when she passed. She didn't control nature...she fed nature. Made it stronger and more alive. He followed and for once in his life was happy.

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TBC...