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Chapter 1
The noises in the street were loud, annoying and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get away from them. The police cars, people shouting, the music, he could feel the disgust forming inside of himself. He just wanted to walk until his legs couldn't hold any longer.
Forget, just forget…
He'd had that feeling ever since he was a kid, that feeling of hate, rage and deception.
Why couldn't he be enough?
He wasn't enough for his parents, he wasn't enough for college and apparently he wasn't enough for his husband.
His life sucked… it always had, since he was a kid the only thing he knew was the contempt and dislike from his parents.
They were the typical young couple that wasn't looking to get pregnant and live their life based in fun and adventure, and that was their plain, until he came.
He came to ruin all of their plans and make their world change completely. He was an unwanted boy and he knew that perfectly, however he wasn't treated badly; they gave him everything he wanted but their attention and their love as parents.
He was a quiet kid, he never had something to say, every night at dinner time he died to talk with his parents, to tell them anything and make them laugh, make his father laugh so hard and then pass his fingers through his hair as a sign of pride… but he didn't. Lunch times were quite and you could only hear the Tic-Tock of the clock.
His parents never went to the family events at his piano and violin concerts; they could never beat a party with their friends or some recreational activity between them.
When he was ten he stopped inviting them
When he was ten he stopped playing.
Since then his life was not getting better, he wasn't a bad student and he didn't get in any troubles, he just stopped caring about what happened around him, he stopped caring about his parents the same way they didn't care about him. He spent everyday living with strangers who he only shared the last name with. He even doubted about the DNA, he refused to believe that that kind of people were his parents.
When he started High School, the next deception came. His parents found out that he was homosexual.
He wasn't planning on telling them, he didn't even think they were going to care at all.
It was an April afternoon when his mother came into his room without any notice. He was sitting on his bed kissing a guy. He didn't even remember his name or what he was like; all he remembered about that moment was the deafening scream his mother made.
The guy ran out immediately leaving him empty and disappointed one more time.
That night was the first time he saw any feeling in his father's face… disgust.
His father had never yelled at him like that night. How was it possible that his son was such a fag? He had enough with dealing with him every day and now he had to deal with his bad lived tendencies. That night he also yelled at his mother, blaming her for giving him a son that wasn't better than a pile of garbage.
That night was the first time he thought about taking his life away.
If before that he was ignored by his parents now it was like they were aware of him at any time, they made him notice every flaw with humiliating and hateful words.
But he never responded.
Every night he kept quiet before the insults and the mocks wishing to die every single time.
When he was in his junior year of High School he made the mistake of going with a guy to the school prom… the popular kids beat them up that night.
He really didn't remember what happened; he just woke up in a hospital room with four broken ribs and a broken arm. He never knew about his date that night. He always wondered about him at night.
He was five days in the hospital; his parents never went to see him.
And between the white walls of the hospital, the desires of ending with his life came back.
When he left the hospital his father transferred him of school, not because he was worried about him; but because he had made a scandal and he had to hide things.
Sending him to Westerville, Ohio was the biggest mistake his father could've ever made. For the first time in his life, he was happy. He was glad, during the two years he was there he never visited his parents and he never wanted to, his friendship with the guys was everything he needed.
They taught him to follow his dreams, they taught them to be himself, but most of all, they taught him to smile.
The next deception came when he left High School, he was decided to study theatre or music as much as he wanted to, however he was rejected by every college he applied to. With just opening an envelope his dreams crumbled.
His parents were there to make other people know, to tell them how much dishonor and shame they lived with by having a son that wasn't good at anything. 'You're not even good to sing fag songs', his father told him.
He broke apart that night, his father had informed him that he got him a place in a university that was near their house where he would study accounting, his destiny had been decided that night.
He would finish college and he'd work for his father. They weren't even going to be in the same part of the building, he would just be an accountant like everyone else while his father was the boss of the company some floors up. He wouldn't even mention he was his son.
And it happened, he spent his days behind a desk making counts and taking other workers' mock over and over again. It was always the same.
The most recent deception came from the one who was his husband… or at least he thought so.
He met Eli at a congress elaborated by the empress; he was in the background when a handsome man reached out to him with a lovely smile.
He was immediately in love, he had never been a man's love interest and now that he was, he didn't want to let him go, he held on to him very quickly.
A date turned into another one and finally Eli accepted to live with him. He'd left his parents' house years ago, now the only thing he had was a little apartment that had just all the comfort.
He had money, enough to buy five houses if he wanted; in spite of everything his parents still had a huge bank account for him. But he wouldn't take one cent, it'd be like owing them and there was nothing in the world that would make him take even one cent.
Eli adapted to the life in the apartment, however he traveled a lot; he spent entire weeks at conventions and trips of work, he always stayed doubting and fearing for the worst… but all of his doubt went away once he arrived and filled him with love. His kisses cleared each one of his doubts and his petting took the fear away.
He was safe with him.
Eli proposed to him months later.
He agreed without telling anybody… he didn't have anyone to tell the news to; he had lost contact with his High School friends and his parents didn't want to know a thing about him.
He was alone… he only had Eli.
A judge went to their apartment on an August afternoon; there were some friends of Eli and them at the ceremony.
Everyone was laughing… he didn't know why.
He found it out later.
He came out early from work and he decided to walk home, it was then when he saw him carrying a kid and holding hands with another man… his family.
That night he came to the apartment. His things were already packed waiting for him.
He didn't even deny what happened, everything had been a game to him, it was a way to make the company's owner's son to fall in love with him, to make money easily.
After that he didn't stop crying at night, he had bought a razor at a store near his house, he spent hours staring at it, trying to have courage… he was a coward even for that.
His job ended and, as always, he left the building without seeing anybody, without talking to anybody, there no one there that was worth it.
"Hey Anderson," he heard Jim saying, one of his 'partners´ from work. "Are you going to get fucked? Fag!"
He heard everybody laughing but he didn't care. For the first time he had come to a limit.
He found himself walking without rout, his feet started to hurt more, however he kept walking, he wouldn't stop, he couldn't.
He stopped almost at the edge of the city, there was a bridge.
Hypnotized he walked to the edge; the water was calm beneath him, so quiet and beautiful.
He didn't know how many hours he spent there, just watching.
"So, are you going to jump or not?"
He surprised and he turned around angry.
In front of him there was the weirdest person he had ever seen.
It was a man with skin tight mint pants, they looked like they were junior size because he was pretty thin and they were still a little bit loose. His shoes were of a bright yellow.
He also wore a white shirt with a purple cat print, he wore a gray jacket with mint edges, they were too big for him, he was sure that his T-shirt was falling off one shoulder. How could someone be so thin?
If his outfit wasn't too much, the kid was also wearing a huge and bright knitted turquoise hat. The parts that covered his ears were two chewing gum-pink braiding and if this wasn't enough, on the top of his head there was a little knitted ball. It covered all his head; he could barely see his eyes.
That big pair of blue bright eyes took his breath away for a few seconds.
"So?" The kid asked. "Aren't you going to jump?"
He stayed shocked and without words for a few seconds, until he finally walked away from the kid looking at him angrily. "Why don't you care about something that's none of your business?"
"If you want to jump off the bridge is a bad idea," he said without putting attention to his words. He began getting closer to the edge to see the water below. "It's not really high, and the water would only make you break some bones… maybe you'd drown if you don't know how to swim but that's painful, don't you think? I don't think you like that kind of death."
"Who the hell are you? What makes you think that you can come here and tell me what to do?" he said angry.
The kid laughed and turned around to see him with a big smile. "I was sitting over there for a while," he said pointing at one of the chairs that were meters away for the tourists. "Sometimes I come here when I need to think. It's a really nice place."
"That doesn't imply that you have a right to get your nose where you're not called," he told him.
"I saw you since you arrived," the kid continued without losing the smile. "You were a lot of time contemplating the water… I think you were deciding whether you should jump or not."
"And I should have," the other one said without mood.
"I don't think so… I think that in spite of everything you want to hold on to life. You don't want to die."
"Who do you think you are? You don't know anything about me! You don't even know my name," he said upset.
"You're right," the kid said smiling and reaching out his hand. "My name is Kurt Hummel."
"What are you doing?" he asked confused.
"You're supposed to take it…" he said with that stupid smile. "You can be sure that it's not going to bite you."
He saw him with distrust for a few seconds and bit by bit he reached out to take his hand. Once he did it, the kid's smile turned into a bigger one.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" He asked him raising an eyebrow until it got lost out of sight behind the edge of his hat.
"Blaine Anderson," he muttered.
"Well, Blaine Anderson now I know your name, and I'm sure that we're going to be great friends."
"I barely know you! Besides, how old are you? You look like you're in High School," a confused Blaine said.
Kurt's smile disappeared for the first time and instead he looked offended. "Excuse me? I'm 22 years old! I'm old enough to be alone in the street."
He was 22; he was exactly ten years younger than him. How could a friendship work with such and age difference? The kid was definitely insane.
"But still, you're not old enough to talk to strangers… it'll be better if you go back to where you came from and ruin someone else's life," Blaine said with a fake smile.
"I didn't ruin your life," Kurt said, still with his offended tone. "On the contrary, I think I've been the most wonderful thing that has happened to you today," he said smiling.
"You are very modest little guy," he said angry, definitely the kid was the most outstanding thing about his day but there was no way he'd tell hm.
"I'll ignore that 'little guy' comment just because your gray hair clearly indicates that you are sooooo much older than me."
"I don't have gray hair!"
"And I am not a little guy. You see? Everybody wins." He said smiling.
Blaine left out an angry sigh and turned around. He definitely wasn't in the mood for something like this that day. At home there was a cognac bottle waiting for him and if he was lucky enough maybe he could use that razor he was saving.
He walked to the road to take a cab but he stopped when he saw that the kid was following him.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you going to go back to the city?" He asked him with a shy smile. "It's already dark and I really don't want to go back walking by myself…"
"And you're probably thinking that I should take you with me, aren't you? Why don't you get your own cab?" he asked mad. He wasn't in the position to babysit anyone.
"I ran out of money," he said at the same time he blushed. "A man walked by selling balloons and I bought a few."
"You spent all of your money buying balloons?" He asked not believing that. "Who does that?"
"Apparently me," Kurt said shrugging.
"And where are your balloons?" Blaine asked confused.
"I let them go," Kurt said with a smile.
"You spent all of your money buying balloons and then you let them go? Are you nuts?!" He said mad. "You deserve to go walking by yourself because of your stupidity."
"Hey! Please," he said making a pout. "I'm tired and I don't want to walk."
Blaine looked at him for a few seconds evaluating the situation. He didn't want to do it. The least he wanted to do was spend more time with that annoying kid but the pale in his skin made him change his mind and, of course, the way the kid was dressed didn't help much.
"Okay," he said with a sigh. "But the cab will go to my house, no more, you will have to fix it by yourself from there," he said upset.
The kid let out a joyful shriek and he jumped a few times applauding. "Okay. Thank you!" He said with a smile.
He stopped a taxi minutes later; the two of them traveled in silence, the kid looked like a lunatic watching from one side of the car to the other. Everything surprised him like a baby, he didn't want to admit it but he was charming… stupid, but charming. Blaine couldn't help a smile when he noticed the cotton candy smell that came from the boy. Who the hell was he?
"This is where you live?" The kid asked with a smile when he saw the building once they got off the taxi.
"Yeah, this is where I go and so do you," Blaine told him turning around to go in.
"Nice to meet you!" Kurt yelled at him. "Take care, and please promise me that you won't do anything bad tonight."
Blaine turned around and saw Kurt, who was looking at him intensely.
"Excuse me?"
"Don't do anything bad, okay?... Please."
The kid's sad eyes hypnotized him again, apparently during that trance he nodded because Kurt's face filled with joy.
"See you!" Kurt walked away whistling some strange melody.
Blaine remained confused in front of the building's entrance. Who the hell was that kid? He wasn't sure about wanting to see him again.
That night Blaine didn't drink, he put his things in order and he went to bed, he was just tired.
The promise he made to the kid had nothing to do with it…
Absolutely nothing.
Author's note:
Hey guys!
I really hope you like this story It has a very special place in my heart and I will always treasure it. Thank you for reading it, hope to see you here till the end. A big thank you to WenGleekKlainer who did what I was too lazy to do, I will always appreciate that. We'll that's it for me! Keep reading and send much love to WenGleekKlainer she deserves it! Any questions don't doubt to contact her or me.
Much love. PykaL :)
Translator's note:
I promise you're gonna love this; I'll try to upload as soon as I can. Like I said, I'm just translating so if you have any complains please let me know. Hope you liked it (and understood it), nice day. Love you!