Eight Years

Chapter 1

Eight years. It has been eight years since Kurt Hummel last seen his mother, Elizabeth Hummel. Elizabeth died in a car crash eight years ago. The people she crashed into? The Anderson's. The ironic part about that? The live right down the street from the Hummel's and their son goes to Kurt's school. Kurt has yet to meet the Anderson's, but he doesn't see a reason for them to meet. Sure, they were very sincere to them when Elizabeth passed, but who wasn't? Kurt just can't bring himself to go and talk to them, but he wish he could.


The morning was dreary and dark, rain pouring down hard onto the window of Kurt Hummel's room. A groan came from the bed. Kurt's alarm was blasting 'Born This Way' and to Kurt, it was just way too early to be awake on a Saturday morning, despite it being 10:45am. Sighing, he slammed his hand on top of the alarm, silencing Lady Gaga from singing. Kurt opened his eyes and sighed again. It was Saturday, but this Saturday was not like any other. Today was the eight year anniversary of Kurt's mother's passing. The day she got into a car crash with his fellow neighbors, the Anderson's, and she ended up dying because of all of it while the three of them lived. Kurt was still angry and confused as to why they lived and his mother hadn't. Of course he didn't wish it was them instead of her, he wished they all had lived, but he knew that he'd have to get over it sooner or later. Sighing yet again, he got out of bed and hopped into the shower. As he showered, he tried to remember what the Anderson's looked liked, but all his mind could come up with was his mother.

Kurt got out of the shower and changed into his clothes, a Marc Jacobs purple button down top and a pair of black skinny jeans. Adding a small purple flower brooch, he smiled as he remembered his mom. Purple was her favorite color and he always wore it on this very day. Satisfied with his look, he made his way out of his room and towards the stairs when he heard something. No, not something, more like someone. The voice was so smooth and swoon worthy. Who is that? He thought to himself. Furrowing his brow, he made his way down the stairs and stopped dead in his tracks. Burt realized this and smiled very softly, knowing that Kurt knew who their guests were.

"Kurt, nice of you to join us." He said, guiding his son over to the couch. "You remember the Anderson's, right?" Burt was reluctant to ask this question, but he knew it had to be done. Kurt just nodded ever so slightly, staring down at his feet as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. Burt sighed and looked at their guests.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying before I rudely interrupted you?" Burt asked. Nicole Anderson smiled.
"It's perfectly fine. As I was saying, it's been eight years since the..." Nicole didn't finish her sentence when she saw that Kurt started to tense up. "and we just needed to come over and see how the two of you were doing. We've managed to ignore each other for the past eight years and it's just not right." Matthew and Blaine nodded in agreement. Kurt looked up and instantly his eyes were met with hazel. His breath got caught in the back of his throat as he was pleasantly surprised at what he had saw.

"We're doing well." Kurt answered before his dad had time to speak. It was the first time Kurt had spoken during their little meeting. He wante to prove to the Anderson's that they were living off fine without Elizabeth. Sighing, Kurt looked up and out on a fake smile.

"See? We're perfectly fine." Burt knew that the smile on his sons face was just for show. Placing his hand on Kurt's shoulder, he squeezed it.

"It has been a very difficult eight years, but we're getting by as best as we can. Sure, it's hard without Elizabeth here to give us the support and advice she used to give us, but she's here in spirit." The Anderson's smiled sympathetically. They felt so terrible for being the ones to quote on quote, kill, their loved one. Blaine looked at Kurt closely. He could see the tears falling from Kurt's eyes and his heart felt like it was punched. He felt so terrible for Kurt, all he wanted to do was go up to him and smother him into his arms, tell him that it was all going to be okay.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry what happened to your mom. I could never imagine how hard you have it. I wish there was something I could do. Is there anything I can do?" Blaine asked, reaching out for Kurt's hand, hesitantly grabbing it. Blaine smiled when Kurt allowed Blaine to hold his hand. Squeezing it, he smiled sincerely. Kurt took a deep breath and opened his mouth to talk.

"You could..." He paused for a moment, scared to say what he wanted from Blaine.

"You could be my friend?" The statement came out more as a question rather than a statement. Blaine smiled and nodded immediately.

"Of course, Kurt! I'd love to be your friend, but I have to warn you now, I have a odd group of friends from glee club who would love to have you as a friend as well. Is that okay?" He asked, hesitantly. He didn't want to be overstepping any boundaries Kurt had up. Kurt looked a bit skeptical about being friends with more than one person. It had never occurred to him that more than just one person could want to be friends with him.

"Th-that's fine." Kurt said barely above a whisper before pulling his hand away slowly, the warmth he immediately missed when his hand was free.

"Then it's settled. Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to the glee club. In the meantime, I'll teach you who's who right now. Come with me." Blaine smiled, getting up from his seat and gesturing Kurt to follow him. Kurt looked at his dad who was smiling and nodding for him to follow his new found friend. Kurt looked back over to Blaine and smiled ever-so-slightly and got up off the couch and to Blaine who immediately grabbed his hand and lead him to his house down the street. Kurt knew in that moment there was something more about this one Blaine Anderson, he just didn't know what yet.