Kurt and Blaine Fic;
Title; Mirror, Mirror
Hey!*waves* Well I've done a Fanfic before but on a different account so in retrospect this is my first fic, but this is definitely my first klaine fic so no flamers, Please. This is probably not my best piece I've ever written but enjoy!
Kurt Hummel had never had an easy life, in some respects yes; He had food, water and a roof over his head but he was constantly being bullied. There was a constant rain of abuse pouring down on him, today he had been slushied, and the evidence was the blue streaks down his neck and torso and the faint bruises after being shoved into a locker. This was one of the luckier days were he would escape with only a few bruises and slushy stained clothes.
Once he got home he sat in his car for a few minutes, he looked in the wing mirror, eyes tracing over blue stained neck and wrinkled clothing;
"I wish I had someone who cared."
He got out of the car and headed into his house not seeing a small, white feather gently float to the ground.
Once inside he realised that no-one else was at home, there was a note from Carole saying that she was at a friends whose mother had just died and a very rushed looking one from Finn saying he had gone to play X-Box over at Pucks. It took Kurt a couple of minutes to decipher Finn's note. He grabbed a couple of strawberries off of the kitchen counters fruit bowl and headed upstairs.
Kurt walked into his room and after slipping off his shoes padded over to the mirror. He needed to check his bruises, so he pulled his shirt over his head. Once the shirt was off, He looked in the mirror and screamed.
That wasn't his reflection it was of a boy's around his age but most definitely not him. This boy had tanned skin and dark hair which curled in an adorable mess- Wait! He was describing a boy who was in his mirror as adorable. He wasn't sure which one was more mental; seeing a boy in his mirror or describing said boy in the mirror as adorable.
"Who are you?" He asked in a shaky voice.
"I'm Blaine" The boy answered as though it was written in letters on his forehead.
"W-what are you doing in m-my mirror?" Kurt asked in an embarrassingly shaky voice.
"You called for me." Blaine answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.